Latex Girl

by witchwolfwriter (ao3)

“I didn’t know witch doctors wore latex gloves?” You ask and see the older woman's lips curl. 

She stretched the black latex gloves through her fingers, then yanked them up over the heel of her hand. You saw the small amount of light reflect on the tops as she smeared a lubricant on them. 

The black latex formed to her wrists, and you realized how out of your depths you were. 

You had gone to her home in the woods and lay down on the stone slab at nightfall. 

You were raised by witches, and so had your mother, and your mother's mother, as far back as the trials. 

So it made sense in 1992 that you still didn’t go to the doctor, but rather the local MILF witch into the forest. 

But as you lay out under the full moon, you felt a sense of danger, knowing the stories of Agatha Harkness. 

You were unsure how to explain your current predicament to the witch killer either. 

“Are you allergic to latex, kitten?” Agatha asked and you felt the need to squirm on the cold metal. 

You had already taken off your pants and underwear, but you didn’t know how to -

“Scoot closer,” Agtha tells you, the smell of dark incense burning. Scents you couldn’t place but knew weren’t used in your coven. Your fingers curled against your sweaty palm. 

The bit of smoke kissed your pubic hair, and you wished your black tank top was longer and could cover you now. 

But you were bare for the medical witch. 

And Agatha didn’t look like any kind of medical witch you had ever known. With her 90’s attire, purple goth girl aesthetic. She’d taken the leather jacket off and you swore you’d never seen a sexier woman in your life. 

Agatha laid her equipment out next to you, just out of view. You didnt see her smirk at your thoughts. 

The pendant, a pentacle on a string of beads, caught the moonlight as she lit the candles with one cast of her hand. 

Eyeing you as if to see if you were impressed, but your coven wasn’t immune to parlor tricks. 

And it was going to take more than a moonlight medical examination and some mood lighting to put you at ease.

“Kitten, I don’t bite. Now scoot closer, you never have a pelvic exam, sweetheart?”

You turned to look to the side, your eyes meeting an animal skull, only it wasn’t an animal you had ever studied. 

Its forehead holds angry scribbled runes, stones and crystals of different hues curl around the stone slab. 

You try to figure out their origin but turn to Agatha as she gives you a sultry glance. Her hair was falling in her face just a little. 

You understand why people feared her now.

You scoot your butt all the way to the end of the cold slab and she grins at you. 

“Good girl,” she tried to soothe, her latex fingertips resting on your knee. 

You flinch from the action, and Agatha doesn’t miss it. 

“Afraid?”

“Cautious.” You respond faster than Agatha was prepared for. 

“How old are you?”

“Old enough to know better.” You say, and the older witch seems taken by your sass. 

Agatha moves forward faster than you’d been prepared for, grabbing both your ankles, trapping you from closing your legs by stepping between them. 

The front of her cotton shirt is in contact with your cunt now. 

Causing you to gasp at the rough sensation, but she’s leaning towards your face in the middle of you. 

Like a lover who’s having a little wrestling as foreplay. 

“You're not like the other little Nancy Downs, are you, kitten?”

You wince through your teeth at her like some kind of frightened animal. 

“I’m not your kitten, and I don’t know a Nancy.”

Agatha giggles, and the latex holds on your skin is making you sweat. 

“I know, you got some power under those goth silk panties. Why’d your coven send you to the big bad woods all by your lonesome?”

You tried to wiggle free, but her hands only tightened, and you tried to hide a moan. 

“Easy kitten,” Agatha warned, cocking her head to the side. 

You looked behind you, and then to the sides, you had that nagging feeling that something was in the woods beside you two witches. 

Something was watching you, and Agatha was being kind to you now. 

But she wasn’t known for her forgiveness. 

That didn’t bode well to your surviving this. 

“Last chance,” She said and she bent her face lower down your body until she was at your pussy. 

She opened her mouth and let spit roll until it was dripping down, down her bottom lip. 

Like a pendulum on a big clock, you held your breath as time slowed - her blue eyes almost silver in the night. 

She looked like a demon surrounded by the forest and smoke. 

You hated that your pussy was opening, gaping, wanting to recieve the spit. 

Just before Agatha’s saliva could hit your cunt you pushed up and the witch grinnned. 

Got you. Her voice pounded in your mind. 

But that wasn’t possible. 

You closed your eyes but moan long and filthy as you feel the cool wetness move down your lips to trickle to your clit. 

Oozing into the ner gush of arousal you release. 

Agatha let out a witch's cackle that you’d never heard sound more devilish. 

You opened your eyes, and your legs were pulled open further. 

You let out a ragged breath. 

“Did Mama and her coven give you to the scary witch on a full moon, as a sacrifice?” Agatha asked with enough venom to make you feel like you’d just had your cunt spat on by the devil. 

“I-I was told that I would curdle the other young minds…” You admit,  still horrified by the words. 

Agatha’s face changed as she stood up straighter, her chin lay to rest on top of your left knee as she watched you with new interest. 

“What did you do, kitten? Stay out too late? Play the Pixies album too many times? Oh no, did you smoke a joint in front of your high priestess?” Agatha baited but something in her eyes were interested. 

“I-” You bite your bottom lip and throw your head back frustrated, hitting it on the stone. 

“You tried to play with lust spells?” Agatha said, wading into your mind. She liked it, it felt like a warm pool, making her fingers tingle. “How precious.” 

You bring your head back to look at the medwitch. 

Last shroud of pride, making you hold your head up. 

“You were kicked out of your coven, you didn’t come here for an exam, kitten. You came here to learn, why didn’t you say so?”

“Please let go of me.” You insist, anxious as all hell and Agatha doesn’t understand once more, until she sees it. 

“Oh sweet little thing, my gloves? You like the way it feels on your skin, is that it?

“Please, A-Agatha, please.” You stutter and shut your eyes tight. Hating how turned on you are. 

“You have some fetishes, that’s why you couldn’t stay away from the lust spells? Sweet girl was shamed by your coven for wanting more, you know I have all kinds of things to teach you pet. Would you like that?” Agatha asks, and she releases your legs only to let her hands move over your skin with the cold latex and bit of lubricant. 

It makes your body break out into goosebumps, you try not to, bu you write under her touch. 

It doesn’t feel human, her touch feels forbidden - plastic-like. Like something else is touching you. 

“Kitten, if you like latex, I have a world to show you, if you think gloves are exciting. You want to be confined in it, unable to move under me while I torture you? I’ll show you a very special cursed book,  I’ll strap you down for days and see how much your body can take. Would you like that kitten?” Agatha see’s inside, she knows before she asks. 

You were a perveted one, wasted on those old hags with their herbs and good intentions. 

Not you, you had a taste for danger. 

You moan, and Agatha’s hands go under your shirt and rub down your stomach and pubic hair. 

The noise of the material against your hair made you feel so deeply exposed. 

Agatha wasn’t going where you needed her; she was toying with you. 

Your hips try to leap up, and Agatha keeps giving dark laughs and condescending little sighs at how funny you were being. 

“What else makes you cream, little thing? What else did you cum to?” Agatha asked, rooting inside of your head. 

“Please, Agatha!” You shout out into the night and the evil woman only taunts you more. 

“Please Agatha, Please Agatha? Do you hear yourself? No wonder they pushed you to me, you have no self-control. You need someone to teach you? Hmm, teach you to keep you out of dark magic? Keep your dirty little hands off of your greedy cunt? I bet you’d cum from anything. That’s why they sent you here, because you couldn’t listen to your betters, isn’t that it?”

“Agatha I can’t-” You grind your teeth. 

Agatha blows a little air on your pussy, and you scream. 

“No, no you can’t, can’t keep yourself from touching your little clit. And look at it! It is so cute, tell me did Mommy tell you to stop? Did you do it in public? Did you rub yourself so raw you needed a medical witch to kiss it better?”

Agatha talks to your cunt, eyes flicking up to your face every now and then. 

But your pretty pussy is begging for her to defile it. 

And oh she has so many centuries to do it. 

Your legs spread open on your own accord, like she’s a snake whisperer and you have been bred in captivity. 

Your clit peaks out from the hood painfully, and Agatha takes this moment with the latex gloves to spread your labia nice and wide. 

It stretches, and it’s uncomfortable; you make little erratic noises, and your cunt squeezes around nothing. 

This examination isn’t for you, it’s your healer who’s checking you. 

“Agatha-”

“Shut up, you think you can say my name? They sent you to me to die, you get that, don’t you? They think you can’t behave, so Mama and the Coven sent you to be their little sacrifice so I won’t bring The Road to them.” Agatha’s unkind, and fuck your fingernails chip as you try to dig into the rock slab under you. 

You're panting for something that hasn’t happened yet. 

“You understand I own you, I own you. I own this pretty little womb, with this raw clit trying so hard to beg for me. Beg me, beg me like a bitch in heat, go ahead I want to see how you do it.”

Your eyes widen but you stick your tongue out, proving you can be taught. Your scared, but not nearly as much as your desperate. 

Your tongue pushes out as far as you can go, and you whine and cant your hips up. Up into Agatha’s powerful fingers. 

The slick way her gloves move against your arousal makes it all so slippery. 

“No wonder they left you in the woods is that how you beg for something? This is your life, little girl. That’s all you got?” Agatha’s rage is fueling you, and you gasp and try again.

“I wanna be your pet, I’m nothing but here for your pleasure, please use me. Use me please, I can’t go back -I don’t want to! I want pleasure I want you to teach me!”

Agatha slaps you across the face, the latex wet from your arousal across your cheeks and your eyes lull back. The imprint of deeper color a clear mark. 

You keep your jaw wide, mouth open and Agatha knows she’s got herself a treat. 

“You think you can be my pet? You aren’t even house-trained. Why would I save you? If Mama gave you up why would I want an animal who’s only good to hump my leg?” Agatha asks, her hand moves to grab your neck, the black gloves choke you and you get incredibly wetter. 

“Is this all it takes, I spit on you, slap you around? You want me to touch you with gloves like your too filthy for my bare hands? Why would anyone want to heal this?” Agatha asks, using her free hand not around your neck to flick your clit, making your body convulse. 

 “You don’t know pain, and you sure as shit haven’t seen pleasure. You cum with your hand down your panties and think you can offer me something? What do you gonna do? Oh goddess, are you going to cum?” Agatha asks, and just to prove you are an embarrassment, she slaps your cunt as she chokes you. 

The wet slap against the gloves makes your body jerk. 

So she does it again, and you shiver and try to press your breasts up to her face. 

“You are such a slut. You want me to bite your nipples is that it? You don’t know how to behave. Mama didn’t teach you, did she?” Agatha’s cruelty fuels you. 

You shake your head, gasping, unable to breathe, really. 

The forest light is dark, and everything feels like it’s spinning, like your spiraling down deep - deeper and deeper. 

Agatha had you under her spell. 

Your clit was gorging, swelling from the hits. The blood pulsating, it hurt, and Agatha loved to see how puffy you were getting. 

She backhanded your cunt and then slapped the top down. The sound of wet flesh filling the forest.

You kept going, your vision getting blurry from the lack of oxygen. You couldn’t feel your fingers and toes, you were going to black out. 

“Kitten, I’ve neer seen a more slutty sacrifice in all my centuries!” Agatha cackled her gloved hand like a claw on your throat. 

She slapped your pussy again letting her fingers play with your wetness. Holding it to your face, watching how it was sticking between her digits. 

“Any coven who would give up such a whore doesn’t know how good you could have been. You would have loved being passed around, wouldn’t you? You would have let them stick anything inside of you. Teaching others what happens when you only think of the sins of the flesh! They could have used you like a cow, pushing inside of you and taking all that you leak!” Agatha says, spit hitting your face, she’s on a high. 

You moan, and tears leak, your clit is in such pain. 

“Ye-yes-” you gasp, unable to make much conversation as you lost all ability to intake air. 

“You wanna be obedient kitten, show me how desperate you are.” Agatha rears her hand back far, and the latex collides with your cunt and you spasm, gushing against the barrier. 

You lose yourself completely, no air, not a care in the world. 

Your body goes slack, all decision or rational witch - under too much intensity. 

Your orgasm takes you into darkness, and suddenly, the forest is home. 

And this terrifying woman is the answer. 

You pass out, missing the look Agatha gives you. Seeming to see a great deal of herself in you. 

From one covenless witch to another. 

She releases your throat and sets your body down on the rock. 

Pulling the black glove-covered fingers into her mouth she sucked the arousal off. Humming at the first taste of you. 

She snaps the gloves off and trashes them over your body, proving you were her property now. Her darkhold fingers out and proud in the vast forest, her book glowing from inside her small home. 

Agatha seems at peace now as she whispers to your unconcious body;

“It’s okay kitten, I’ll adopt you my little feral thing. I’ll teach you, you don’t need them. I’ll show you more than they ever could. I’ll be your Mommy now.”