Another old one never posted on TopCat’s Tales.  
 
 
 
The Craft
 
Crystal was a short petite eighteen-year-old girl. In junior high she was easily taken advantage of because of her size. This continued for the first couple of years in high school. All of this changed when Crystal took an interest in.
 
Wandering into a bookstore one day, she started talking to the strange black haired women that own the store. She took a liking to Crystal and taught her the ways of the craft. Crystal was found to have natural hidden Powers and quickly surpassed her teacher. Crystal continued to read every book on witchcraft she could find. Her powers at this point were almost god like. The thing that may have took her to the god status was her discovery of the book of immortality. It took a month of meditation and chanting, but she achieve the ultimate power, life over death.
 
After graduation Crystal met Charles and fell in love. The two wed shortly after graduation. It was a quick love affair so neither new much about the other. Crystal had kept her witchcraft a secret from Charles. She was afraid the truth might scare him away. One night they lay in bed and Charles began talking. He confided to her his fantasies about killing willing young women. He knew this might drive Crystal away, but he had to share these fantasies with someone. Crystal listen as her husband told her of these dark desires. Crystal’s love did not diminish at hearing her lover’s fantasies. On the contrary, it strengthened her love for him. She felt honored he would trust her with such a dark secret.
 
Crystal let Charles finish talking, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I still love you. Those desires do not bother me. In fact I will help you fulfill those fantasies."
 
Charles looked at Crystal, surprised by her words, and said, "I am glad you understand and still love me. What I don’t understand, is how are you going to help me live my fantasies?"
 
Crystal replied as she smiled brightly, "I am going to die for you."
 
Caught off guard, Charles said, "I don’t want you to die. I couldn’t live without you."
 
Crystal knew it was time to tell Charles her secret. She told him the complete story about how she had wandered into the book store. Crystal did not leave out a single detail. Charles looked at his wife with disbelief. The wife could see the doubt in her husband’s eyes and said, "I will prove it to you."
 
Before Charles could say anything, Crystal dashed off to the kitchen with the vigor only an eighteen year old has. She returned carrying a long butcher’s knife. She stood naked beside the bed looking at Charles while holding the knife to her belly button. Before Charles could say anything, Crystal plunged the knife deep into her bowels. Blood spewed from the wound, covering Charles’ face. Crystal collapsed onto the bed. Weakly she said, "Please make love to me. I want you now. I feel the pain and like it. It makes me so horny."
 
Still slightly dazed by the act of violence from his wife, he pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Charles stared at the knife protruding from his wife’s belly. His fantasies took control of his mind as his hand touched the knife. He pulled the knife from Crystal and watched as the blood gushed from her. As Charles stabbed his cock into her pussy, he stabbed the knife into her belly. Over and over Charles plunged the knife into his wife’s flat belly. His orgasm came at the point he felts Crystal’s body go limp.
 
With tears, Charles lay on top of his dead wife. The guilt he felts at killing his wife was more than he could stand. He had wanted to believe that she could die and be resurrected. He did not want to live without Crystal. He took the knife and held it to his own stomach. The guilty husband was ready to take his own life, and pushed the knife against his body. His muscles tensed and he closed his eyes. He felt the point of the knife against him as it drew blood. Just as Charles was about to push the knife, a voice startled him. With fear in her voice, Crystal asked, "What are you doing? Why are you going to kill yourself?"
 
Charles dropped the knife to the floor. He stared at his blood-covered wife laying on the bed. He looked at her belly, where moments earlier there had been several holes. Even with her covered in blood, Charles could tell the knife wounds were gone. Crystal broke the silence and said as if nothing had happened, "Gosh, look at this mess. I am going to take a shower to get this blood off of me. You change the sheets while I’m cleaning up."
 
Charles did as she asked. When Crystal returned the bed looked as if nothing had ever happened. Charles’ mind even wondered if everything had been a dream. As the two lovers got back into the clean bed, Crystal said with joy in her voice, "That was wonderful. That was the best sex I ever had. The pain was great. I think I could get used to dying. We will have to do that again."
 
Charles’ words stumbled out, "I thought you were dead. I was scared and thought I would never see you again. I killed you, my love."
 
Smiling, Crystal replied, "It scared me a little at first. I had never tested the spell before. I knew it would work though. My spells always have."
 
The two fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning Charles went off  to work as usual. Crystal lay in bed for the next hour thinking of the night before. She pulled down the covers and looked at her smooth belly. She remembered how it looked with the knife sticking out. She remembered the orgasm she had each time charles plunged the knife in her belly. Crystal decided she would plan a surprise for Charles that night. After Charles told her of his fantasies, Crystal looked into his mind and saw the things he desires.
 
That night Charles returned home from work. He called out for Crystal, but there was no answer. He walked into the living room and froze in his tracks at the sight before him. Crystal stood on a chair with a noose around her neck and said, "You better hurry up and get those clothes off. I might not last too long." Crystal kicked the chair away as she finished her words.
 
Charles tore at his clothes, all the while looking at his wife suspended by the rope. Her face was already turning red. She jerked wildly on the rope trying to breath. Charles completely aroused by the sight, quickly pushed his cock in Crystal’s drenched pussy. Crystal’s muscle spasms and caused her pussy to suck at his cock. Charles quickly exploded in his wife. He stepped back and watched as his wife turned a dark blue. Crystal was barely twitching now. Her dance of death was about over.
 
Charles stood in the living room watching his dead wife hang from the ceiling. Her perfect blue body had him hard again. Charles cut Crystal loose and she fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. Charles spread her out and pushed his cock into her lifeless pussy. He then fucked her fast and furious as her body lay limp below. Just as Charles shots his semen into her pussy, Crystal screams in orgasm.
 
As the two lay on the floor feeling the aftermath of the torrid sex, Crystal said, "That was great, wasn’t it. I love the orgasm I have just as I die. There is nothing like it. My neck does still hurt a little though."
 
With concern, Charles ask, "Can you die over and over or are there a limited number of times?"
 
Crystal replied, "I can never die. Well, I wouldn’t say never. There is one way to kill me. The dagger that drew blood to give me eternal life can take it back."
 
Charles stroked Crystal’s long blonde hair and said, "There is going to be a snuff party next week, do you want to go. You would sure be the hit of the party."
 
Crystal replied with concern, "I don’t know. I don’t like for a lot of people to know of my powers."
 
Charles said, "It is a small group and as you can guess, they are real good at keeping secrets. I could talk to them ahead of time and explain you to them."
 
Crystal, feeling a little more at ease, said, "I guess if it is a small group."
 
                      Chapter II
 
They arrived at the party. Inside of the large secluded house were a dozen couples. By this time most everyone was naked. Crystal, not being shy removed her clothes. Everyone turned to stare at her. She wasn’t sure if the stares were for her physical attributes or her abilities.
 
The room was filled with the odor of meat cooking. Its smell was distinctly that of something being cooked on a barbecue. Crystal ask Charles, "I didn’t know this was going to be a barbecue?"
 
Charles smiles at her innocence and replied, "I forgot to tell you, they always have something cooking at these parties. It is a little different from the other cookouts you have been to."
 
Charles took Crystal by the hand and led her out of the house and onto the patio. Crystal was shocked at what she saw. A woman on a spit was turning slowly over a bed of hot coals. Crystal could tall the woman was still alive by the way her eyes moved around. Crystal had read of such things in her witchcraft books, but did not know cannibalism still existed. Crystal was mesmerized by the spit piercing the woman’s body. Crystal wondered what it would feel like having the cold steel penetrate the length of her body. Crystal ask Charles, "Do you think I could be skewered like that woman."
 
Smiling, Charles replied, "I had hoped you might be interested in that."
 
Charles led Crystal to the center of the patio. He had her step on a large platform. Sticking three feet out of the platform was a pointed pole. Charles told Crystal to position the pole in her pussy and the rest of the work would be done for her. Crystal eased her dripping pussy onto the spit. She worked her pussy up and down, fucking the deadly object. She pushed the spit deep until  it hit her cervix. The girl then pushed hard enough that the spit went into her cervix. Blood now mixed with her pussy juices ran down her naked thighs.
 
Charles flipped a switch and the spit moved slowly upward. Crystal screamed in pain as the spit lifted her feet off the platform. Her total body weight now pushed down on the pointed spit in her pussy. She continued to scream as the spit tore its way into her bowels. She could feel the ripping in side of her body. The spit hit her stomach and she felt the urge to vomit. She choked back the feeling and felt a sudden drop as the spit ripped into her stomach. She felt the spit enter the esophagus.
 
By this time Crystal had several orgasms. Her moans were as much from passion as the pain. She felt the spit in the back of her throat and tilted her head upwards. She felt the spit push her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. The steel spit sent a chill through her body as it grated against her teeth as it came out the mouth. Crystal felt a new pain as something stabbed her ass. Her movement on the spit stopped.
 
Crystal looking up could see the spit sticking a foot out of her mouth. She had never felt such exquisite pain. She reached down and rubbed her clit with the tip of her finger. Soon, she was in the throws of another orgasm. The spit muffled her sounds, but everyone could still make out the moans as those of passion. Crystal worked the slick blood feverishly over her tender clit. Crystal savored the pain as she continued to orgasm.
 
The party went on around Crystal as she was enveloped by her own passion. She saw or heard nothing around her. She never heard the cheers as the spit went through her. She never saw them take the woman off the fire and consume her cooked flesh. She never saw Charles masturbating as he watched his wife suffer on the spit.
 
Crystal died and came back. She did this dozen times over the next four hours she hung on the spit.  She finally saw something more than the sky as the spit was tilted over. Since being spitted she saw the crowd around her for the fist time. Several men laid her on the cold patio. She felt the spit move as it was slowly pulled out of her body. Crystal had one last orgasm as the spit slipped out of her bleeding pussy. For the next hour she lay on the patio in a pool of blood as her body repaired itself.
 
Finally Crystal was able to stand. As she did so the crowd clapped and cheered for her feat. There was no doubt she was the hit of the party. Everyone wanted to know if she would come to the next one. There was not much doubt that Crystal would be back. She wanted to experience a lot more ways to die.
 
The end for now