Once upon a time there was a witch called Martha. Actually, Martha is very much a modern day witch. What? You don't believe in witches. You don't believe in Satan? Good. That suits Satan just fine, not to mention witches. Anyway, Martha the witch didn't look like any witch you saw on TV as a kid. She was an attractive middle aged woman with a husband, children, and...... a practice. You see, Martha was a successful psychiatrist. It was the perfect job for a witch. People came to her looking for help and she helped them as only a witch could.
Indeed Martha was so successful at her job that the word spread and soon the rich and famous started knocking on her door.
One such person was Beth Moore.
Beth was the wife of one of America's most famous preachers. If there had been a Mount Rushmore for TV evangelists, Elijah Moore would have been on it. Unlike other TV preachers who had become mired in sexual and financial scandal, Elijah Moore was squeaky clean. He was a hard working man of God who dedicated his life and much of his church's wealth for the good of the under privileged.
Therefore, it came as quite a surprise to Martha when she was contacted by a friend of Beth's. Within days, Martha and Beth met secretly at a lodge in the Colorado Rockies owned by Beth's friend.
Martha found herself in the presence of an attractive 34 year old red head. The witch was intrigued. Beth gave off all the aura of religious piety one would expect from the wife of a preacher. But something else lay under the Jesus loving front of the attractive woman. The witch could see that Beth Moore was a troubled woman.
Being a witch, Martha could sense things very quickly. Her research of the Moore's rise to prominence as a religious force in America had formed the image of a strong willed and ambitious woman in Martha's mind. While Elijah Moore preached the word of God, his wife helped create a multi million dollar empire based on her husband's popularity. It was clear from the witch's contacts that Elijah Moore was merely a figurehead and that Beth Moore was the power behind the Moore religious empire. When she met Beth, she knew her information had been correct. The witch sensed something else too...fear.
It didn't take long for the witch to learn the reasons for Beth Moore's fear. Through tear filled eyes, Beth spoke about her failing marriage and the animosity which now existed between her husband and herself. Through even more tear filled eyes she spoke about her twin son's and how her husband was turning them against her. It was a touching performance, but witches are a though audience at best. Especially when they also have good information about the true nature of events.
As the woman tearfully related her story, Martha couldn't help but feel a soaring rush of elation through her body which resulted in brain waves of monumental wickedness, and an ache in her cunt which a horse's cock would have had a problem extinguishing.
For the true nature of events was that the good preacher and his wife had grown cold towards each other many years ago. Their marriage was now nothing more than a sham. The good preacher had seen something in his wife he did not like. But he knew he would be finished as a preacher if he divorced her. He reluctantly played the game for his TV audience and the Moore's became one of America's first religious families.
Elijah Moore retreated into his preaching and left his wife to run the day to day chores of his church. As his popularity grew so did those day to day chores until his wife was running practically every facet of the Moore church, including the charities which Elijah Moore took so much pride in...charities that raised millions for the hungry people of the third world.
It was Elijah's new devotion to feeding and clothing the poor unfortunate wretches of Africa, South America and Asia that eventually led to his wife seeking help from a witch. And rest assured, Beth Moore had done her own research on the psychiatrist. But she had done so only after hearing rumors about Martha's real skills. For, those special clients who prospered from those skills were encouraged to advertise to very selective prospective customers.
Martha already knew what Beth would never tell her. This struggle between husband and wife was only partially about family. Like many of the problems Martha helped solve, this one was also about money and power.
For Elijah Moore had suspicions that not enough food and clothing was reaching the poor niggers he had grown to think of as his own. His suspicions fell on the person who controlled the charities...his own wife. And very soon his suspicions would be horribly confirmed.
Beth Moore had redirected millions of dollars from the task for which it was meant and into more profitable ventures.
Martha gave Beth her most sympathetic look, for she was indeed impressed with the preacher's wife. It took balls to take food from the mouths of the hungry and not feel guilty. It took power too. Martha could understand that power. It made her cunt ooze with the wickedness of it all. For do not witch's come in all shapes and sizes and denominations too.
Martha knew immediately that she would help this woman. How could she not help one of her own? And Beth Moore would need all the help she could get.
When her husband eventually found proof of her embezzling ways, she would loose everything. Her power; her money; and last but not least, her son's.
Off course it would all be hushed up. Elijah Moore would never allow his church to suffer the embarrassment of such a horrible scandal. No, his wife would be sent away. And the money returned to its proper place.
Martha listened on till the woman had finished. Then she promptly stated a solution to the problem. Her mind had raced faster and faster as the woman spoke and Martha had a plan that was so deliciously wicked it made the juices pour from her cunt.
"You want your husband to be utterly devoted to you as well as your sons. Isn't that so?" Martha asked the woman.
"My God... yes...yessss." replied Beth Moore, her eyes glistening with passion.
Martha knew she had the woman now. She toyed with her.
"One million dollars," she whispered.
"What?" asked the woman.
"You heard me Beth. I want one million dollars for your husbands love and devotion and that of your son's," replied Martha.
"A small price to pay wouldn't you say?"
Martha watched the woman wince. Certain things were immediately understood. Martha saw a hard look cross Beth Moore's face. It filled Martha with joy. The mask doth fall and Satan's power is revealed.
"Can you really do it?" asked Moore, her voice crackling with emotion.
"With the help of my god," Martha replied smiling.
She watched Beth's eyes open wide.
Martha would have done it for nothing, off course. Money was just a means to an end, for a witch. Helping this bitch to deprive inferiors of life by misusing the funds good Christians had gladly donated was the end in Martha's mind.
"Do you believe me?" asked Martha.
The woman nodded, her face full of hope.
"You must be strong Beth. Are you strong?" asked Martha gently.
"I know you are Beth. You built up your husbands church and made the though decisions that need to be made by any corporation," said Martha slyly.
A look passed between both women. For a split second, everything was understood.
"You are in great danger Beth. You already know that, don't you?
Beth nodded, her face turning white.
"You must obey me without question, is that clear?" asked Martha.
"Good. I want half the money deposited in my bank account by Friday. My banker will call you tomorrow with the details. When I have word that the funds have been deposited, I will contact you with my plan. Now, I must be going," said Martha.
And that was it. A simple little deal beneath the surfaces of the matrix like world we live in.
To be sure, Beth Moore gave some thoughts to departing with a million dollars. She was by nature greedy and as you already know, 'tis better to give than receive' was not a creed she lived by. However, just as the witch expected, 500,000 dollars was promptly deposited into her bank account in the Cayman Islands. The money didn't have far to go, for Beth Moore had an account in a bank just down the street.
The next day, the witch met with Beth Moore at the same lodge in Colorado. Martha didn't waste any time with idle chit chat. Her customer expected a miracle for her money and that was what she would get.
"I have the power to make your husband become your devoted slave. Both mentally and physically," said Martha smiling.
Beth nodded eagerly.
"I have the power to make your sons love you as sons should love their mother's. Is that what you want?" asked the witch.
"Yesssss. If you can make that happen, I will be one happy woman," said Beth wiping away a tear from her eye.
"Good. I will need a drop of your husband's blood," said the witch.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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