CHAPTER#45

"What's going on?"

"You see, Jane had seen and done a lot of things in her life, but there was one thing she wanted to do most of all." Beth had continued her narration. "It saddened her to admit it, but the village had not heeded her words of denial. She had been accused of bewitching the landowner's son and the evidence of witchcraft was all about. She knew full well that there would be no divine salvation and so she mourned the life she was about to lose."

Mike stood up and brushed the dirt out of his hair. "And?"

"She prayed to God for a great many things." The light around Beth dimmed and brightened around Jane. She was whispering, so he walked closer to hear better.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have had many impure thoughts of late and have found great satisfaction in the secrecy of the barn with John, the young man I have been accused of bewitching. We have done a great many things together, and I suppose this is my punishment for these things, but I swear that I am no witch."

Her cheeks flushed. "But my Lord, there is one thing I still have not done yet. Though the pleasures of the flesh have been many, I regret to admit that I am filled with sadness at the idea that I shall die never knowing the sensation of a true coupling. While I should be filled with anger and resentment of my own demise, I strongly mourn that I may die a virgin. If I am to enter your eternal kingdom tomorrow, I pray that you let me know the true pleasure of carrying a man's seed inside me."

"The stranger overheard Jane's pleas for help." Beth said, and the light over Mike grew even brighter. A stream of green light flowed out of Beth's pocket, swirling around the clearing.

He let out a sigh. This was apparently the one thing he was going to be good at. "Okay. If you want to play, so be it." He wondered how much of this was influenced by the emerald. The last thing he needed was a fuck gem in the house.

"Lord, who is that who comes toward me?" Jane's brown eyes met his, her body swaying from side to side in the stocks.

"I'm just a stranger passing through." In the swirling darkness, he heard the canned cheers of a studio audience and they were now visible, silhouettes tightly clumped together. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Would you like some help?"

"Mine is not a plight that I can escape from. It is the Lord's will." She fluttered her eyes at him. "But perhaps the Lord has something else in mind for me?"

The stocks slowly rotated as if on a giant pedestal. Her ass was on display for him now, and she wiggled it enticingly.

"Um... yes. Yes He does." Again the audience applauded, and Beth clapped her hands as well. He walked up to Jane and placed his hands on her waist.

The connection was instant. Cold spikes sunk into his flesh, Jenny's paranormal energy washing through him. It was the same sensation as letting a limb fall asleep for too long and then waking it up, the nerve clusters all firing at once. The energy circled through his body and focused on his groin, his cock immediately springing to attention.

"Um, Jane? What was that?"

When she spoke, her voice was a higher pitch. "Begin at the beginning, and go on until you come to the end. Then stop." He thought it odd that she would say it that way, but It sounded like good advice. She sighed when he pulled up her skirt, exposing the creamy skin of her ass. She wasn't wearing any undergarments, which Mike felt was probably not very period authentic.

He ran his fingers across the back of her legs, then gave her butt a playful swat. Unable to move away, Jane let out a yelp. He swatted her again, but harder this time, then rubbed the skin where he had smacked her.

"You really are a naughty little spirit, aren't you?" He smacked her again. "Caught in the stocks with nowhere to go?"

"Mmm, I love it!" Her voice was Jane again, a full octave lower. "Please traveler, help me finish out my life with no regrets!"

"Uh... okay."

The audience was cheering for him now. Beth was now holding a sign that said You Can Do It! He tried to tune out the world around him, focusing instead on the creamy, untouched thighs of Jane in front of him.

"Okay, then. You want to get weird? Let's get weird." He reached inside of himself, finding the magic much quicker this time. He took his fingers and touched Jane's curly, unshaven pubes, slowly running his fingers towards her wet hot snatch. When he touched the fold of skin over her clit, he let the magic loose, sparks jumping onto her labia and crawling across her thighs.

The effect was immediate. Jane hissed and arched her back as far as she could, her body moving away from him. He stepped forward and slid his fingers around the outside of her labia, squeezing them together and allowing sparks to jump across his knuckles.

"You must be an angel!" Jane declared, then let out a long, low moan. It didn't take long before her body was racked with several tiny spasms, her hungry pussy dripping fluid onto the dirt below.

"That was easy." He withdrew his hands. The audience was going wild and he took a little bow. He turned around to leave and Jane was somehow still in front of him.

"More," she demanded, her voice husky. A ripple went across her body and she was briefly Jenny again. "When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day."

"You'll go blind," he muttered, focusing the sparks into his hand once more. He could see them, crawling across his palm, long before making contact. He touched her again, but this time held back. The sparks tickled the skin of his palms, then crawled up along his wrist, piling up on top of each other and forming a solid band of electricity. Jenny became Jane again.