Somewhere between being fucked and being whipped, Amelia passed out from sheer exhaustion. Her mind had gone numb and her body was little more than a flesh toy for Michael to amuse himself with. The other girls had gone to bed, some hours before, but Michael had been determined to not only use Amelia, but break any part of her who may try to rebel in the future. When he finally decided he had made his point, he pushed her to the floor, and left her dorm. Amelia knew this was not a situation she was going to be able to simply walk away from. When she woke the following morning, she went to take a shower and found herself crying as the water washed over her. To her overall amazement, she was not completely covered by bruises. The places she had been whipped and beaten were already completely healed, an though there was pain, there was no visible record of any of last nights events. Going to pick up a razor, she noticed all the tips of her fingers, were sore, very sore. Looking closer she noticed her finger’s had all been pricked over and over. This was not something she could remember. Her hands had been on the floor, in a futile attempt to hold her body up. There was no way she could have had her fingers pricked for blood, in that position. Not unless Michael was much more of a witch then she could ever imagine. She tried not to think too much about it. She needed to get clean and ready for a day of classes. By the time she climbed out of the shower, it was well past seven thirty and her eight o clock class was quickly approaching. She returned to her room, and tried not to wake Meghan. At this point she knew the girl did not care about her, at all, but she did not want to wake her, all the same.
It looked as if it were going to be a warm day, and in that thinking she decided on a silk sun dress. She knew if she ran across Michael she would have to play his little whore, but she was not going to be uncomfortable all day, because she did not want to have to deal with him. A pair of beach sandals and out the door, after grabbing her bag. It occurred to her, she had not gotten any homework done this past weekend. Not with the ceremony and being taken as a slut. She had never not done her work, and this was not going to be the first time. She thought back to her last class on Thursday and remembered the assignment. She also went over all the lecture notes she could remember in her head. By the time she arrived in the classroom, she had gone completely over last weeks lessons. To her relief, no one else had come to class yet an she pulled out her book and computer and did the simple assignment assigned to her. They were talking about woman rights in the United States. This topic seemed almost stupid after the night she had just gone through. She knew very few, if any knew of her real status at this school, well except for Michael, and his family now.
Her first class started, on time and when it had finished, she was the last to leave the room. The professor, always more then happy with her work came over to speak with her.
“Amelia, you seem rather distant today. Is everything alright dear?”
She knew she could not trust this woman, though she wanted too. She had to continue to make the world believe she was the same person as last week. Taking a deep breath, she answered as calmly as she could muster.
“Yes professor, it was a long weekend and family issues always seem to be present, even when you are this far from home.”
“Well you make sure to talk to someone if you are having problems. We don’t want you leaving the school, I think certain young men would be very upset, if you tried to do such a thing.”
Amelia, looked at her professor in the eyes, and started to cry. The woman looked back at her and smiled a vicious smile, making sure Amelia realized she knew everything that had happened this weekend. The tears kept falling, and this only gave the professor more enjoyment.
“Now dear, did you really think young Michael was the only one here who was ready to see your family fall to our graces this year. No dear, we have been waiting for you for many years. And now look, you are becoming a perfect little sex slave, just as your dear aunt will be soon! I think Michael would like to see you for breakfast. I would go and not upset him, if I were you.”
Amelia could hardly breath as she left the classroom. She had worried about Michael’s family this morning, but it never occurred to her that they all could work for the school. She left the building and though she had planned to go study, it would not seem she had been summoned to breakfast. She did not want to deal with him this early, but she also did not know what would happen should she disobey. Her professors last words hung in her mind as she walked to the student center. “just as your dear aunt will be soon.” How could this family think they were going to enslave her whole family and not be challenged? Would her family back home allow this to happen? Could they do anything about it from that distance? Her mother had always told her, she would be under coven protection, no matter where she went. All she had to do was call for help and help would come. It was a simple spell, though it would require blood and she feared if she used blood, it would alert Michael to her doings. As she continued to think, her right hand felt for the bracelet of pins, that should have been around her left arm, but it was missing. A feeling of fear mixed with pain fell over her. She had been taught to never allow others to take her power, but she had never been taught how to defend against an entire family either.
She entered the student union and felt as if every set of eyes were looking her way. Could they all know what was going on? Could everyone on this campus be on his side? A chill of fear ran down her spine. She stumbled and almost fell in front of Star-Bucks. A single hand caught her before she hit the floor. It was the only hand she wanted off of her this day, Michael’s. He drew her up with little to no problem. She was so small, after all. He pulled her to her feet and smiled when she realized he was in complete control of her and the situation.
“I see you got my aunt’s message. I did want to make sure you were all right after your long night. Meghan said you came and went this morning with little to no sound. That is kind of you to think of their needs, seeing how they wore themselves out beating you last night. I must say, I did not think you would come to class today, I had hoped I had made it clear you are not to do anything without my permission. You are, after all, my property now. Have you nothing to say slave? I would think you would want to avoid being punished again, after last night and all.”
She looked him in the eyes and made no sign to give in to his words or actions. There had to be others in the school who had nothing to do with his little plan. He could not hold the entire school under his spell, and she was determined to find out. She answered him and in kind tore her arm away from his grip, much to his displeasure.
“I am not now, nor will I ever be your slave. I am not a slave to any man or woman, so if you think that is going to be a daily event, you are completely wrong! Keep your hands off of me and stay the fuck away, do you hear me? I am not frightened of you or your stupid family. I will not be herded like some animal. If you want me in your presence, you will have to earn it, like everyone else.”
She finished to find every eye in the place looking at her as if she were completely mad! Michael was looking at her as if he was going to beat her, right then and there. He did, in her sight, reach for a pin on her bracelet he now wore. Taking the pin, he grabbed her finger, and pricked it very deeply. Blood pooled and ran over her hand. The pain from the prick was almost unbearable. Amelia gasped as the blood began to flow. She could feel the power from her blood giving her courage, though this was not the reason Michael had pricked her. He took her hand and allowed her blood to drip on to him. He then closed his eyes and spoke a single word.
Having no choice in her own body, and how it responded to him, she fell to her knees. As she hit the floor, pain surged around her an caused her vision to blur. Pain took her and reminded her of last night. Although she was now, clearly in the student union, she could see two sets of events happening around her at the same time. One was the students now watching Michael making his slave obey, and the other was of her being whipped and fucked almost to death last night. Her cunt ebbed in pain and her nipples fallowed from the whipping. Tears filled her eyes, and all but the sight of her new master cleared before her. He was smiling down on her. Head tilted to one side, in curiosity. The other students had gone back to their own lives, but the occasional student looked at Amelia and laughed. He was not finished making a spectacle of her yet. He stepped back, and rose his right hand. He brought it down open fingers and slapped her face in plain sight of all present. Again her tears fell from her eyes. She no longer tried to show being strong. She now knew he could and would do anything he desired to her, even in plain view of the world. She felt her blood pinning her to the floor. She realized in a single instant that her own blood had been used, not his, to bind her as his slave. Fear for herself and her aunt filled her entire being.
How could this be possible? How had another witch, a male been taught to use her blood to bind her? How and who had given him the knowledge to do this? His laugh brought her out of her own thoughts, and his laugh also brought wave after wave of sexual pain between her legs. She forced herself to look up at him. Look into those eyes who had taken such enjoyment is beating and fucking her last night. She hated everything about him. Even more so because she had no idea how to fight him. Her finger still bled and she would take this one chance, no matter the consequences to call for help through her blood. She wanted to strike out at him, but only could think of one way. It was forbidden to strike another witch, but she no longer cared about rules taught as a child. She pooled as much blood in her hand, as she could, reached out to his leg, closed her eyes and in one second did many things. Called her family for help, sent a warning to her aunt, and slammed every bit of pain and suffering he had caused her back his way. This she sent to his cock, making sure to focus on her pain, not his pleasure. She had never cast a pain spell before. She had never thought to only harm one with the power trapped in her blood. The reaction to this spell was instantaneous.
Michael fell to the floor screaming in pain and torment. Every time he tried to break free of her spell, he was forced to the floor again and again. Amelia, was able for the first time to rise to her feet an look down on him, for a change. Others in the building looked at her eyes wide in awe. It was clear no one had ever struck back at him, till now. Amelia took back her bracelet from him and removed a single pin. One she had been warned to never use unless in dire need. It was from Italy, from the home of her ancestors. It had been blessed with the blood of her families past. All the power, all the abilities, all the knowledge. It could only prick one place on her body, and from there all the women in the world would hear her call. Would feel her pain and answer that call. Michael was still twisting in agony on the floor. She saw the look on his face in the second he took to redirect to her. He was burning in pain, but even Amelia knew it would not last forever. He would break this spell, and she had to finish what she had started.
The pin was already red from the blood of her family, but soon it would fill her entire being. Holding the pin in her right hand, she lifted it to the sun, shining above her and spoke clearly, and brought it down over her heart.
“Present, past, future, forever. Hear me!”
She did not simply prick her chest, she pushed the pin all the way to its end. The pain was beyond anything she had ever suffered. Even her usage of last night could not compared now. The very tip found her heart, and when it entered, the response to her call came with the force of a bomb! It knocked her of her feet, slammed her to the floor and opened her mind to every presence in her family; past, present and future. Thousands of minds linked with hers and thousands of will’s bleed into her soul. She felt her mother as she ran from a meeting back home. She felt her sister, even though she had not yet completed the blood binding. She felt her aunts and family across the ocean and time. All came to her and all gave her strength. Power flowed from behind her as well, turning she was why. Lisa stood behind her, hands held high ready to kill Michael where he lay screaming. Lisa looked to her niece and assured her that never again would she fall to his will or hand. Her following words brought the deepest relief to Amelia’s heart.
“Your call is heard, our answer will be swift. If you have ever wondered about to full power of your family, you are about to witness it. Are you alright?”
Amelia could still feel the pin pushed into her chest. She knew the call had been sent across the world and they would come in defense of her. Her fear was in the binding she now faced to Michael. Lisa took a moment to address her unasked question.
“His use of your blood is against the highest law to all who practice the craft. Though you have never been made aware of it, till now, our family is not the last who still live the old lifestyle. Many hundreds of years ago, his great grandmother broke another law, when she decided to teach craft to the men of her bloodline. Since then, their family had been at war with our own. May you ever forgive us for bringing you into the middle of this and not telling you the truth. We had hoped, you would have been strong enough to handle Michael on your own. It would appear, we greatly under estimated him and his desire to control you. Can you ever forgive me?”
Amelia sat and listened to her aunt tell her they had known about the threat to herself, and not told her. She knew since she was the latest blood holder, she was supposed to be the most powerful in her family. The tip of the pyramid, so to speak. She tried not to be angry with them, when she realized Michael had known about her all the time. He had been preparing to attack her, and hurt her. Everything her family had done, vanished in that instant. He had been chasing her, herding her to his desires knowing he would be the one to hurt her. Again, something seemed to break free within her. Again she wanted to break rules herself and punish him, like no other. A great force of power walked through the door and she found herself face to face with Michael’s uncle, along with many other men, she did not recognize. She could only guess these were his family come to aid him. Their faces were not forgiving, more we’re there actions. It would seem the Tabbis family had taken themselves out of the rule book, so to speak. They looked for one person to focus, on, and though Amelia thought it would be her, she saw the truth of who they blamed, in their stare. Lisa was the target they wanted, and though she knew much less then her aunt, she got up and stood between them and Lisa. Even Lisa was shocked by this action and stepped forward to stand next to her niece. Amelia felt a strange tingle in her mind right before she heard Lisa’s voice flood everything else out.
“Just stand your ground, the rest are coming, it will not be long, then we will not stand alone. Do not attack them, just stand your ground. Understand?”
She replied with a nod and put her attention back to the men before them. A single voice broke through all the other noise in the room. A voice and words directed completely at Amelia.
“You stupid fucking whore! I will kill you for that. Do you think your little aunt is enough to stand against the men of our family. You will both find yourself on your knees soon enough. I am going to be happy to repay you for that last, you bitch!”
Amelia tried to step closer to Lisa before she realized she was already on top of her. Lisa stood her ground and smiled at the men, now standing before her. A smile telling them more trouble then they would ever be able to handle was on its way. Lisa had never been in enough danger to use the red pin. She had personally feared the pain that would come with that spell. She looked at the youth next to her and smiled again with respect for her courage. Amelia was not paying much attention to Lisa, she could only focus on the four men before her. Them and Michael, not getting to his feet. He stumbled over to his family, looking as if he had been beaten to death. the one thing Amelia’s spell had not done to him, was hold back the bruising the physical pain would now show. His entire body was black and blue, he shook from the beating he had given her last night and she could only imagine how much pain was between his legs. She knew he would not be fucking or hurting her this night, that was for sure. Or so she thought. His uncle placed his hand on his nephew and mumbled below his breath. A flash filled the room, then when gone, it showed a completely healed Michael.
Michaels hands were now glowing, and the smile he had worn earlier was now back. He looked at Amelia as if he wanted to bend her over and fuck and beat her at the very moment. A young man next to him, lifted his hands, spoke a single word an the room erupted in lightening. The first strike, of many to come down fully on Lisa. Amelia brought up her own mental shielding just before the strike hit home. It landed her on the floor, and when she looked up, shaken by the blast, the other three men were in the process of doing the very same. Lightening arched in every direction, many hitting their marks and forcing Lisa to the floor, next to Amelia. She knew she had been told to only block, not to attack, but the hatred in her was growing out of control. Another flash of light, though this time bright red, not white of lightening arched from Michaels outstretched hands. This blast hit both women in the same moment. It brought burning and pain past any shields either woman could hold up. Amelia was screaming when she realized he was using her dried blood to produce the energy to attack them both. Energy her body could not fight off. Her first scream filled the room. Her second the school grounds. She was sure if she screamed again, it would ring true in the ears of all life on Earth. Amelia looked over to Lisa, and saw her aunt smile, and nod. Lisa looked at their attackers and laughed.
“Here they come boy’, here they come!”
Lisa was much older then Amelia, but she had never seen any member of her family actually build a gate portal. She knew it was within their power, but it also cost the architect a massive amount of personal energy. Energy that would be hard to replace in a battle. Both women felt the air around them start to crackle with energy. It came from all directions, not only one spot. This was enough to confuse even Lisa, but Amelia looked to her aunt and smile. She had the most up to date knowledge of the family, she just did not have the experience to use it. She knew about the entrance that was coming. She knew how it would look from this end, thought the men in front of them had no idea what was coming. The energy continued to build, and the room started to shake. The few students left, who had not already fled the building moved to the walls for some kind of safety. I looked from Lisa to the men standing in front of us, arms still upheld. They seemed to think it as some trick, that was until a single perfect white sphere erupted out of nowhere to hover in the middle of the room. Ten feet from any wall, and about six feet off the floor. It only hovered an instant. Enough time to allow someone on this side to know it was coming. It quickly grew in size and when it was fully formed it was a glowing sphere of white, yellow and blue. It shown bright as if a beacon to any who may need help. I knew without knowing I had to walk over and touch it, to finish the transition from one place to this one.
A single step towards the sphere alerted the Tabbis family and they, in turn sent another wave at me, and only me. I ran for the sphere, and just as the first bold of lightening hit me, I reached the sphere. It settled to the floor, and women poured out of it from all directions. Filling the entirety of the room. Mother, grandmother, sisters aunts great aunt and more from families I knew little to nothing of. More and more poured out till the last three came through, hands still held high holding the gate in place. Once on this side, they dropped their hands, turned away from the sphere an it imploded on its self. A single bright flash was all it took, and the unaware Tabbis men were now faces with more then a hundred angry and ready to fight of coven Etcher. More then one bolt had hit me in my path to the gate. I was on the floor an I knew I was not going to be moving any time soon. Mother walked over to me, looked at the men to her right and spoke plainly, but forcefully.
“I would like to know which of you felt it prudent to attack my daughter, while her back was turned to you? I would also like to know which of you scum is Michael, so I might remove your head from shoulders.”
None of the men moved or spoke, but Michael. He seemed to be deluded to think they were still in control of the situation. Mother seemed to realize who he was and made is clear she would never again allow anyone to harm me. Placing her hands on me, followed by several other coven members I felt life, warmth and strength flow into my being. As they held to me, I found the strength to rise and stand face to face with Michael himself. My will had returned and my anger doubled. They had meant to kill me, not wound me. After everything he had done the night before, he now wanted me dead. A single pin, he removed from his shirt, and I saw it still had bits of my dried blood covering it. I knew the power stored within that blood and before I could act, a word a gesture and my body was pinned to the floor. My lungs screaming in torment, and my sex feeling as if it were being torn apart. Looking from Michael to my family, I was too embarrassed to deal with the shame of what I had allowed him to do to me. I was still bound by blood. But worse then that, I was bound by my on blood. It did not seem to matter, the rules I had been brought up with. The Tabbis family would do anything they wanted to hurt others. My grandmother Grace walked over to Michael, slapped his face, knocking him to the floor. No magick, just pure force of will. She then reached down took the pin he held and in an instant of raw heat destroyed it. Her eyes opened to the men before her, she wore no smile, no frown, no expression at all. I had only seen her upset once in my life, and that memory would haunt me till I died, but this was far worse. Lisa and a woman I did not personally know, helped me to my feet. Once standing I walked to the one person who had brought all this about today. I wanted him to know he would never again have any power over me.
“You may think you and your silly family men to have held this school in the past, but I promise you, after this day, things will be very different. Do not presume to ever touch me again, or I will kill you! Do be so kind as to enjoy the memories from last night. Here!”
I reached out to touch him, blocked by his uncle and brothers. I did not need my family at this point. Since the gate had been opened, all the real time abilities from the blood some days ago, had waken within my mind. Too bad it had not happened last night. I wanted to strike his family. Wanted to strike the man who was supposed to protect all the students of this school, not only his own blood. But when I reached for him, another person entered the building. the door opened and a single woman walked in. Michael even seemed upset by her appearance, though he did not act on it. The woman walked to me, from behind the men, and stood toe to toe, making sure my family and the Tabbis men would see and hear her clearly.
“It would seem my son and brother have made quite the mess today. It would also seem, that coven Etcher is on coven Tabbis ground without proper invitation. Would any one, from either side like to tell me how they think this is going to get worked out without bloodshed? Please”
The men said nothing. My family said nothing, and besides now knowing this woman to be Michael’s mother, I did not understand how she had such authority over the current situation. It was my own mother who stepped forward and addressed her.