Never Mess With A Witch

Ramona Riley ran down the hallway of the huge house, looking for a hiding place. She had known sneaking in here with her friends was a bad idea. The woman who owned the place, Isabella Winehouse, was reputed to be a very powerful witch, though Ramona herself didn’t believe in witchcraft. She always thought the stories she had heard about witches while she was growing up were nothing more than urban legend or fairytales.

The twenty-two-year-old Ramona wondered why she let her friends convince her to join them in sneaking into the house to frighten the woman. She was old enough to know better but she listened to her friends anyway. She always gave in to peer pressure even though every time she did, she promised herself it would never happen again. But it always did. This time, her friends decided it would be fun to sneak into Isabella’s house and scare the woman. That idea had backfired.

Isabella had known immediately when the five young women entered and she begin tormenting them. The five tried to go back out the way they entered but the door was locked and they couldn’t get it open. The women then scattered and each went in a different direction to try to discover a way out.

Now, the beautiful blonde found herself running down a third-floor hallway looking for a good place to hide from the occupant of the house. She could hear footsteps behind her and knew the owner was closing in on her. In desperation, she opened a door to her right and ran into a bedroom, only to find herself face-to-face with Isabella herself.

“Oh, shit!” Ramona exclaimed as she slid to a halt.

Isabella merely smiled. She waved her hand and the door behind Ramona slammed closed and locked. Ramona started to turn around to run but a pale blue mist leapt from Isabella’s hand and hit the blonde woman right in the chest.

“Be still!” Isabella said.

Ramona found that she could not move her body, just her head.

“What… what did you do to me?” a frightened Ramona asked. “I… I can’t move.”

“I cast a paralyzing spell on you, dear,” the woman said with a smile. “I’m a witch. I cast spells on people. That’s what I do.”

Isabella was reportedly very old, but the woman in front of Ramona didn’t look a day over thirty. She was beautiful! She stood five feet, ten inches, weighed one hundred thirty-five pounds, had long, flowing black hair that reached her waist, and dark brown eyes. She was wearing an ankle-length tight-fitting dark blue slitted dress that showed off her ample cleavage. She also wore four-inch open toed strappy heels, making her look even taller to the five feet, five-inch-tall Ramona. Isabella wore a moderate amount of blue eyeshadow and a touch of black eyeliner with a cats-eye design on the outer corner of each eye. She sported bright red lipstick and her fingernails and toenails were perfectly manicured and colored the same shade of blue as her eyeshadow.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Ramona pleaded. “We didn’t mean any harm. We were just wanting to scare you a bit. It was all in fun.”

“Fun for teens, perhaps,” Isabella said with a scowl. “But you and your friends are adults, allegedly. You should know better. You should know not to anger a powerful witch who can cast a spell on you in a heartbeat.”

“We all thought that witchcraft wasn’t real,” Ramona said honestly. “We didn’t believe the stories about you.”

“You should have,” scolded Isabella. “Now, you are all about to find out the hard way, literally, that my witchcraft is very real and very powerful!”

“Please don’t do anything to me!” Ramona begged. “I’ll never bother you again! I promise!”

“Oh, I know you won’t bother me again,” Isabella replied with an evil laugh. “I’m going to see to that right now.”

Ramona was terrified, thinking she was about to be killed. The smirk on Isabella’s face didn’t help either. The witch raised her hand and another pale blue mist flew from her hand and struck the terrified Ramona, causing her clothing to disappear. The immobilized blonde was now completely naked. Isabella looked at Ramona’s body and smiled.

“You have a lovely body, my dear,” she said with a smile. “I especially like your large tits. You will make an excellent addition to my collection of nude marble statues.”

“What?” Ramona asked. “You can’t do that! I don’t want to be a statue! I don’t want to die!”

Ramona had seen several nude statues of women as she had wandered about the house. It finally dawned on her that those statues may have once been living, breathing women, just like her. She was terrified at the prospect of becoming a statue herself.

“Worry not, my pretty,” said Isabella. “You will not die. You will remain alive, awake, and aware inside your new form as a true living and immobilized marble statue!”

“Please no!” she pleaded.

Isabella merely smiled and shot more of the blue mist toward the hysterical young woman. This time, the mist caused her to pose the way Isabella wanted, with Ramona’s hands cupping her huge breasts, her legs slightly more than shoulder width apart, and a sexy smile on her lips.

“Ah, a prefect pose,” Isabella told her as she pointed her right forefinger at her and energy that looked like lightning flew from her hand toward Ramona. “Now, become a marble statue, my foolish interloper. Become a living statue for eternity.”

The energy struck Ramona, temporarily blinding the woman. When her vision returned, she saw her reflection in a mirror that had suddenly appeared in front of her. She screamed inside her head as she saw that she was now indeed a marble statue.

“You look as beautiful as I expected!” Isabella said with a laugh. “Now for the final touch and placement in my gallery.”

Isabella uttered some words in a language that Ramona did not understand. There was a flash and Ramona found herself in another room, mounted on a pedestal. There were no other statues in this room that Ramona could see. There were, however, four empty pedestals in the room. Ramona correctly assumed they were intended for her friends. Isabella also appeared in the room.

“As you may have already surmised,” she told the statue woman. “The remaining pedestals are for your four foolish friends who came here with you. They will all be joining you soon. I know where each is located throughout my home and I will visit them one at a time and cast the same spell on them that I cast on you. Enjoy yourself and don’t go anywhere!”

* * *

Isabella’s next target was twenty-five-year-old Rainbow Skye, who had been born and raised in a commune by her parents who were themselves children of hippies from the 1960s. The rainbow-haired, woman with a perfect body was wandering around the basement, looking for a way to get out of the house but having no luck.

Rainbow turned a corner to see Isabella waiting for her. Before she could even blink, she was hit by the same paralysis spell that had been used on Ramona. Isabella quickly eliminated the sexy and colorful girl’s clothing and posed her. She had Rainbow stand with her feet together, bent slightly at the waist, her left hand on her thigh and her right hand on her ass. She released the same lightning-like energy and turned Rainbow into a sexy marble statue.

* * *

Amira Stevens was the next of the five that Isabella went after. Amira was a beautiful twenty-four-year-old African-American woman who was five-feet, eight inches tall, had medium black hair with pink extensions, and dark brown eyes. She had also been in the basement at the same time as Rainbow but they had split up to improve their chances of escaping the house. That was a bad decision, as bad as the decision to sneak into Isabella’s house to begin with.

Amira entered the furnace room and found Isabella waiting for her. The feisty Amira raised her fists and took one step toward Isabella before the paralyzing spell hit her, stopping her in her tracks. Amira lashed out with her tongue since her fists would no longer move.

“Alright, bitch!” Amira yelled. “Either you let me out of here or I’m going to kick your scrawny ass and turn you into a bloody pulp!”

Isabella let out a hearty laugh.

“You’re not in a position to do much of anything,” she said. “You can’t even move. And soon, you will never move again.”

“Bring it on, bitch,” Amira said defiantly, still not realizing the predicament she was in.

“Yes, I am a bitch,” smiled Isabella. “I am also a witch so I guess you could say I’m a bitch of a witch!”

Amira did not reply. It had finally hit her that she was in serious trouble. Isabella next cast the spell to remove her clothing, then posed her in a fighting stance. She released her lightning and transformed Amira into a marble statue.

“You look good like that!” Isabella told the statue. “You had a very pugnacious attitude so I thought you should have an appropriate pose to go with that attitude!”

* * *

Lily Carpenter was a twenty-three-year-old redhead with blue eyes. She was five feet, five inches, very pretty and had a beautiful, curvy body. She had been teased about being overweight when she was younger until her breasts began to grow when she reached puberty and all the boys finally noticed her. And she noticed them back. She had gotten pregnant three times while still in high school and once more while in college. She terminated all four pregnancies because she didn’t want to be tied down with any kids at a young age. She knew she would have plenty of time for that when she reached her thirties. She was also the ringleader of the five who had broken into Isabella’s house. It was Lily who had convinced the others to do it.

She was on the first floor, making no attempt to hide from the owner. On the contrary, she was making enough noise attempting to break through any window or door that she found, that Isabella didn’t need to use a spell to find her. She simply went to where the noise was.

The pretty redhead was attempting to shatter a window with a heavy gold trophy when Isabella appeared in the room behind her.

“Haven’t you figured out that my spells are keeping the windows from breaking?” Isabella asked. “You’ve already tried every other window on this floor. What makes you think this one will be any easier?”

A startled Lily jumped and turned around upon hearing the voice behind her. She raised her arm and hurled the heavy trophy at Isabella with all her might. The witch just smiled and waved her hand. The trophy stopped in midair, then fell harmlessly to the ground. This terrified Lily so she turned toward the window intending to jump through it and shatter the glass with her body to get to safety. She started to jump toward the window when Isabella’s paralyzing spell hit her, causing her to freeze in midair and drop to the floor. Isabella waved her hand and brought Lily to her feet.

“I was able to stop the trophy in flight,” Isabella laughed. “What made you think I couldn’t stop you?”

“You really are a witch, aren’t you?” asked Lily and Isabella nodded. “I could learn a lot from you. What if I become your student and you be my teacher? How does that sound?”

“It sounds boring and tedious,” Isabella said with a frown. “You are not worth the effort it would take to teach you how to be like me. From the looks of you, I’d say you are nothing but a slut and I’d be right, wouldn’t I?”

“So, I like to fuck! A lot! So what?” Lily said proudly. “What difference does that make? And what business is it of yours?”

“I’m not fond of sluts,” Isabella replied with disdain. “And beyond that, you disrespected my house and you are disrespecting me with the way you have been talking to me. I definitely will not tolerate that!”

“Oh, what are going to do,” a smart-ass Lily replied sarcastically. “Turn me into a frog! I’m really scared, lady.”

“You should be!” Retorted an angry Isabella.

She rapidly cast her spells removing Lily’s clothing and posing her on her back, legs spread wide, three fingers from her right hand were deep inside her pussy and her left hand pinching her right nipple, a look of unbridled lust on her face. Isabella then released red lightning from her hand and turned the redheaded girl to marble.

Lily screamed in pain as the lightning hit her. This spell wasn’t like the one Isabella used on the others. This one she used out of anger at the disrespectful Lily. It was intentionally painful and Lily would continue to feel the pain even in her statue form.

Isabella took several deep breaths as she allowed her anger to subside.

“You were a disrespectful little slut,” she said as her breathing returned to normal. “So, you shall spend eternity posed as a slut with your own hand as the only thing that will ever be in your overused pussy ever again.”

* * *

Up on the second floor, twenty-two-year-old Luciana Jiminez, Ramona’s best friend since childhood, cautiously went from room to room looking for a way to escape the house. The five feet, four inch, black haired, brown eyed, Latina beauty was easily the most beautiful of the five friends. Her flawless light brown skin color enhanced her beauty and made her stand out from her other friends. Her body was very fit and toned and her magnificent breasts were the envy of any woman who saw her.

Luciana opened a door on the left side of the hallway and found a bedroom with an open window leading out to the porch roof. She knew if she made it to the window, she could escape. When she got to the window, she paused.

“I can’t leave Ramona,” she said aloud to herself. “She’s been my best friend my whole life. If she’s in trouble, I have to help her. And the others, too.”

Clap, clap, clap

Luciana jumped at the sound and turned toward it. Isabella stood at the door to the bedroom smiling at the young woman. Luciana was terrified. She knew she was in trouble.

“You would have escaped if you hadn’t stopped to see if you could find your friends,” Isabella told her. “That’s very commendable dear. Loyalty is a good though extremely rare quality in people these days. Unfortunately, it also means you got caught and will now share the fate of your friends.”

“W… what f… fate is that, m… ma’am,” a terrified Luciana asked politely.

“I am going to cast a spell on you and turn you into a marble statue,” Isabella said with I smile. “Just like I have already done to your four friends.”

Luciana’s knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor if Isabella hadn’t hit her with the paralyzing spell. The beautiful young woman stood there sobbing because her friends had been transformed into statues. She wished at that moment that she had tried to talk them out of coming here, though she knew they probably would have listened to Lily and done it anyway.

Luciana was too afraid to say anything at this point. She simply accepted her fate and kept quiet. Isabella cast her spell and removed Lucina’s clothes. She stood for a moment admiring the young woman’s body.

“You are a very beautiful young woman,” Isabella said. “And your body is perfect. You will make a wonderful statue.”

Again, Luciana said nothing. Isabella cast another spell, putting Luciana into the desired pose. She stood straight, legs about shoulder width apart, Hands on hips, breasts thrust out.

“The prefect pose,” Isabella said as she pointed toward Luciana. “Because you wouldn’t abandon your friends to save yourself, I am going to make your transformation pleasurable. As I said before, loyalty is a good quality. It should be rewarded.”

She uttered some incomprehensible words as she pointed toward Luciana. Instead of the usual lighting, a soft green light leapt from her fingers and struck the beautiful Latina. Luciana briefly glowed green and a soft gasp escaped her lips. In seconds she had become a marble statue, still just as beautiful as when she had been flesh and blood.

* * *

In the room where she stood on her pedestal, statue Ramona, the first of the five to be turned into a statue, had watched as her friends appeared on their pedestals one by one. First Rainbow in her somewhat sexy pose, then Amira in her fighting stance. Next came Lily in her slut pose. Finally, Luciana, posed like a superheroine, appeared on the last remaining pedestal.

All five friends were now marble statues in Isabella’s collection, each posed on her own pedestal. Isabella appeared out of a mist in the middle of the room, having used a transportation spell to enter the room.

The beautiful witch walked around and slowly looked at each of her new statues. She smiled at each of them except Lily. She had taken an instant dislike to her before she cast her transformation spell on the disrespectful redhead.

“Well, ladies,” she said as she continued to walk around the rooms and admire her statues. “I guess you learned today that it is not a good idea to sneak into someone’s home. Especially if that someone is a powerful witch, like me. I know that is a mistake none of you will ever make again.”

Isabella turned and walked toward the door.

“I hope you five enjoy eternity as my statues,” she told them. “Because you will never again be anything else.” Isabella left the room and left the five new statues alone with their thoughts, trapped forever in their marble bodies.