Witch Cleansing Novels & Stories

“Now, I’m going to go fetch a few things and leave you to soak, Miss Cole. You still have a few hours before Tiernan eats dinner.” For the moment, she blocked out everything, managing only a small wave at Cleo as she slipped deeper in the water, slowly letting her head slide underneath the surface. After a moment, she sat back up and spent a few minutes reading the bottles on the lip of the tub. There were three kinds of shampoo, and she selected the one that smelled like honeysuckle and vanilla. It lathered in her hands, unlike the baking soda paste they used at home, followed by a vinegar rinse.

"Kneel on the bed with your ass in the air and spread your cheeks, Regina." She didn't argue, instead doing exactly as I said, though her body language still displayed trepidation. "You've experienced a good ass cleansing, to get anything out of your rectum which might spoil this experience for you and us. Believe me, no one will enjoy tonight if you suddenly vomit all over the bed. Right now, your ass is probably cleaner than your cunt, and definitely cleaner than your mouth. We used a mild soapy water several times followed by a clear water rinse to remove soapy residue. Now if you had not been cleansed, I would never, ever do this."

She sat still, not pulling away. Clyde squirted the body wash into a loofah. He started off washing her back, gently with every stroke. Down he went before gliding to the front, taking each breast down to her stomach, down to her thigh and inner thighs. He could see the now dried blood stain, a sign of her taken innocence mixing with the water.

Where you can see a blurry form but not everything. I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and grab my purple loofa when I hear someone walk in. I close the Winter Candy Apple soap from Bath and Body Works and quietly set it down. "Hello?" "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut!" The voice snaps back. Leon. "Get the hell out!" I exclaim and stop washing my body.

It felt like the mirror was telling a secret that everyone was about to find out. "Wipe the glass," Chloe ordered, throwing me a bundle of microfiber cloths she’d grabbed from her kit. "And use the heavy-duty cleaner. If there’s so much as a fingerprint at chest height, Marcus will put two and two together." As I scrubbed at the glass, my movements frantic and jerky, Chloe was busy scrubbing me. She grabbed a pack of wet wipes and started rubbing at my neck, my shoulders, and my thighs. She was trying to rub Roman off of me. She was trying to erase the scent of cedar and sweat that seemed to have soaked into my very pores.

She sighed and pushed her bag into the locker, then she grabbed a nylon bag she had there, put in the clothes she would be wearing, and walked towards the old locker room in the abandoned building, hoping the water was still flowing. When she got there, she grabbed the white towel she had placed in the nylon with her clothes and took off her clothes, wiping off herself with her pink top. Now to forget she had a nasty headache this morning, and now this. This day couldn't get any messier or so she thought. She grabbed the large container of detergent that had been left there and washed her clothes in the sink, opening the faucet and letting it wash away the stench and vomit. After she was sur

There was a lot I had to think about, but I had work to do first, putting the notebook away and taking the ones that said Lysol, cleaning for the windows, I decided to tackle one thing and then go to the next, starting with the furniture, and cleaning all over it I took the covers from them, passing the mini vacuum cleaner, took the removal color pen to remove stains, cleaned them well following each instruction. Catherina looked at me a bit impressed, cleaning the tables, the nicknacks on both the coffee table, and tv stand, I went to the tv, “cleaning the screen” I had a soft towel with the correct spray to clean it, she still groaned in annoyance.

It was Melinda who asked the question. "If it's done by many witches then it is a sacrifice but when it comes to one witch...then it is a Cleansing." "A cleansing of what?" "The French Quarter." TBC

Granger looks momentarily disgusted, but I go on, “It’s not a… group thing, not like you’re thinking. The Cleansing is an ancient ritual about ushering in a new era of magic. It’s about plentifulness, power, and fertility.” “Like the spring festivals in shifter culture,” Granger adds to a very curious looking Thorne, who has his chin resting on his fist as he glances between us. I lean back in my chair. “Exactly. But instead of Moon Balls and mating ceremonies, the witches do this every ten years or so, whenever there’s a lunar eclipse. The infants conceived on this night are considered sacred and blessed.” “Can shifters participate?” Thorne asks. Granger shoots him a look, but I only shrug.