Malleus Maleficarum 2.2 - Part 1
Malleus Maleficarum 2.2 - Part 1
AKA: Hammer of Witches 2.2 - Part 1
They came for us in the wee hours of the morning, and in broad daylight, because no one would stand up for us, then.
They came for us as criminals, as villains, as demon spawn, calling us vile creatures of the night.
They came for us with death upon their lips and rage filling their hearts, ears deaf, brains highjacked by plotted revenge.
They came… their bible in hand, to rid us from the land.
And when that did not work, they drove us underground, always taunting us with their ‘stories’, our re-written histories.
Still… they come.
So, time has finally brought us to this…
the unleashing of destiny
the chiming of the primordial clock.
For the Witches’ Hammer is now solidly in our hands.
“How long you been waiting?”
“I don’t know, an hour, maybe.”
“They bring in the John?”
Jericho looked over at the young woman who had just joined them on a bench in the waiting area of the local holding tank.
“I… I didn’t see…” they said, as if it were the last thing on their mind.
“Of course they didn’t. What if he was some upstanding member of society? I mean… that wouldn’t look very good to their whole façade.”
“Façade?” Jericho inquired with a tilt to their head. Not because the Jr. High dropout didn’t understand the meaning of the word, but because they had no idea what the young woman with the incredibly long braids was on about.
“Why do you think they only ever prosecute us? The lowest of the low? The whores and sluts?”
Jericho wanted to snort and wave their hand around dismissively, but they knew it was pointless because no one ever wanted to hear their real opinion, on any matter.
But instead, they just shrugged and looked away, back towards the lone clerk who was slowly making their way through that night’s intake of prostitutes and other petty criminals.
The young woman with the painted-on freckles, who was dressed in a baby-doll outfit, snickered behind her hand, and then scooted closer to them.
And then she whispered into their ear, “If you want out of here nod your head one time.”
Jericho’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then they closed. They took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. And then they nodded their head.
“Wonderful,” the young woman said, as if she were really a hundred years old. And then she took a bottle of nail polish out of her handbag and put a drop of bright pink polish onto the bench next to her.
“When this goes off run for the door. There’s a helper waiting outside,” she said, winking an eye outlined in thick fake lashes.
And a second later she abruptly stood up, turned to her left and dropped a splash from her water bottle onto the drop of the bright pink nail polish. Instantly a fume of smoke rose up into the air, quickly spreading throughout the small, poorly ventilated area.
Coughing, but wasting no time, Jericho jumped to their feet and dashed out the first set of doors, their hands still handcuffed in front of them.
But Jericho came to a quick stop, after fleeing the holding tank, because they were now stuck between a set of security doors. However, less than a tick later the door leading to the outside slid open, and a guard waved them through, with a wink, and a tiny wave.
“Security cameras are down for the next ten minutes, but you better hurry, just in case,” the large bullish man in the security guard’s uniform said to the bouncy young woman in the short dress and high stockings.
Ten minutes later they had hopped a bus that would take them out of the city.
“How did you do all of that?” the slender but not small Jericho inquired a bit shyly, as the two of them slid into two open seats in the back.
“My name is Alice,” the young woman told them instead, and then she politely offered them her hand.
Jericho took it immediately and shook it profusely. Though their hands were still cuffed together. “Jericho,” they said with a small smile, feeling somewhat shook that they had forgotten this simply common curtesy.
"Here, let me help," Alice told them, as she pulled a pin from her hair. Making short work of it, the young woman that looked like nothing more than an innocent schoolgirl had them free of the metal cuffs in no time.
"Thanks!" Jericho told her profusely, as they rubbed the red marks the cuffs had left.
“We know , by the way. Just who you are,” Alice told them with a rather peculiar grin.
“We?” Jericho asked shakily, as the sudden implications of the word sat on their chest like an elephant.
Alice though just smiled and said, “Later,” and then she slipped her hand down the front of Jericho's pants and took hold of their rather large cock.
And for the next twenty minutes she jacked them off; three times to a spectacular end, which Alice had expertly cleaned up with wipes she’d seemingly magicked up out of nowhere.
“You been doing the work for long?” Jericho inquired of Alice, after she had determined they could be of no further entertainment.
At their words however, Alice just smiled sadly. Which made Jericho’s tummy do an awkward flip.
Because Jericho had broken the most sacred vow among sex workers. They had asked to hear an origin story. Something every sex worker on the planet knows is off limits. No... origin stories could only ever be talked about if the person brings it up themselves.
“I’m so sorry,” Jericho said, as they slid a hand back through a bunch of thick blond curls.
“I didn’t mean to…” they went on, but then stopped, because they couldn’t figure out just how to back up that particular train.
“It’s okay,” Alice told them, though they knew it wasn’t. Not really.
Not with the way she had swallowed hard, and then smiled, as if two threads had been pulled at the corners of her mouth.
“We have been looking for you for some time,” Alice told them then, by way of changing the subject.
“Really? Why?” the twenty-two-year-old transgendered Jericho asked, as if nothing could be more ridiculous.
Alice smiled at that, her shoulders simultaneously dropping by an inch.
“Because you are going to help us take over the world.”
Jericho didn’t know if the young woman’s smile was confidence or just insanity, but either way, they were suddenly wishing they’d stayed in that holding tank. At least they’d have eaten by now.
Alice could read their mind however, and pulled a candy bar from her bag.
Handing it to them with a rather predatory smile perched upon her lips, she simply said, “You’ve got something we need.”
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