---Entry 25/Divination 5/Connie's Cavernous Class---

Dear Gretel,

The next day of my aptitude witch test started with waking up with dawn rays annoyingly hitting me in the face, slowly realizing that the rest of me was lightly buried in leaves and earth. My nightly confinement was warm and comfortable, much more than I would've thought such a thing could be. Emerging from the confinement I shook off all the dirt which was easy to shake off, barely staining the clothes I wore. The morning was cool compared to my cover, but not bad. It crossed my mind in how my face was exposed and the wolves from the day before could found me and made a meal, but that explained the oddly familiar smell of a potion I forget the name of, meant to make the land more malleable to witch whims, and to ward off almost all wildlife, especially carnivorous predators. I would've appreciated having an extra pouch of it handy for what I knew was around, and whatever else I couldn't remember what roamed the forest, but after stretching and doing a little forest foraging, I was on my way deeper into the landscape.

A little bit off the beaten path from the tourist trails, I started climbing my way to a high ridge in order to get a good view of the area, for sunrise, who or what I might encounter, but most importantly the best path to take forward. Without a rabbit as a guide (thankfully for her sake, because I would've been tempted to make lunch out of her after the previous day), I was going to have to let instinct and intuition guide me forward. From the top of the ridge, momentarily enjoying the view, it was as much of a gambit as trying to find where next to go. 

It sucked that using Transmutation was impractical since I didn't know where I was supposed to be in the first place. I had more energy that morning than the night before, but not enough to constantly do it, guessing where my next class was supposed to be. I could only assume at the time that my lessons before were based on Transmutation and Vitalum Vitalis, leaving me to guess what the next ones would be. But without a guide, I'd be walking into the wherever blind; 
I hoped then that I wouldn't be wasting half or a whole day to get to it.

There was a pleasant breeze that crossed my face, flowed through my long hair, and made me think pleasant thoughts. Coincidentally, I decided to follow the wind's path down the slope of the ridge. They should really put signs in that 
area like "sinkhole, BEWARE," cause about twenty steps down from the top of the ridge, I leaned hard into a hole that opened wide for me, and I sank through earth and even faster through air, surrounded, swallowed by darkness as I fell 
fast into a cave.

I couldn't know how huge it was or how fast I'd be hitting the bottom, but life-saving panic got my flailing arms to starting pushing forward to exert telekinesis against myself, pushing my magic forward against a surface I could 
barely see, the light I fell from far away. I exerted so much energy pushing down, once I felt something to keep me up and break my fall, I was exhausted again, faltering every few seconds, cycling between abruptly floating up and 
falling. The last time I really faltered and fell maybe five feet to the eventual bottom, hit my head hard against stone.

***

A throbbing headache brought me back to life, the silver-lining proof that I hadn't died. I cradled my head, taking deep breaths and trying to banish the pain through sheer will; concentrating on one problem at a time, I know at the 
time I was trying to tend to that and not add onto the how I got dropped into a pitch black cave where I couldn't be found to add to the hurt in my head. Once my head started to subside a little, I starred up at the ceiling of where fell, unable to find the hole as it may have filled itself when the ground above caved in. 

With no light above or off in the distance of any direction, I sat in the cool, damp wetness of gravel, momentarily dejected. In retrospect, I should've been a shade more terrified or frightened given my circumstances, but the general stubbornness of Cherish Kwan, plus knowing I had a possible future to prevent beyond the cave gave me annoyed perseverance. It was good that it never occurred to me that since that fateful divination, I was changing the course of my future, and there was nothing that guaranteed me leaving that cave alive.

Many of my senses certainly didn't aid in any guarantees, seeing next to nothing, hearing too much with underground streams running loudly against the cries of probably hundreds of bats above. Smells of water and batshit were no help either, and I didn't dare bother to taste anything down there besides humiliation, assuming being where I was wasn't planned. Once I calmed my pulse and the throbbing mostly ceased, I stood up, still feeling the aches and pains across 
my body from the fall, cursing my luck or whoever had a hand in leading me down here. 

Before I could start to move anywhere, the real fear kicked in as my muscles seized up a little from hesitation; I had no idea where I was going, or which direction had a pitfall ahead that I couldn't see coming. Transmutation was even 
riskier as I couldn't judge where I'd be teleporting to, if I had the energy to do it enough, which I didn't. I certainly didn't feel like trying to borrow some lifeforce from a swarm of bats looking to take my whole life in return.

It took way too long for the correct idea to spark in my head, but once it hit, I smacked my own head, stupidly making it throb again before I pulled at an already-torn piece of my shirt to light the end of it. I kept the fire low burning, despite it's urge to burn the whole piece of cloth quickly. Circling around with the low visibility the flame gave, I got some bearings at least twenty feet ahead of me, enough to show a small path towards a cave. 

Before I could head in that direction, a large spritz of water came out of nowhere to douse the flame. I immediately backed up to the nearest wall I knew was nearby, scanning the darkness for whoever threw water at me. The scan didn't 
last long as another spritz hit me square in the face. I coughed and struggled as some of it hit got swallowed and snorted; I growled in anger as I covered my face, wondering who was attacking me in the darkness. It had to be a witch, 
as the formation and launching of the water like a high-powered water gun greatly suggested Telekinesis.

A light chuckle echoing from the distance gave me a good idea of which witch was targeting me.

"I'm going to kill you, Connie," I muttered softly, wanting to scream, but not wanting to throw bats into the equation.

Another soaking spritz hit me in the chest, strong enough to knock me back a step against the wall.

"You'll have to find me first," her low voice traveled all over the cave walls, giving me less of a hint to go on. Chancing it, I ran in the direction of the cave, dodging as many watery strikes as I could. Blocking her attacks with a 
Telekinesis wall helped a little to escape more dampness. But as I got distracted with getting hit in the foot, almost making me stumble, and a hit to the back of the head, anger got me to send a fireball back in Connie's direction, 
uncaring of how much it could hurt her or how much it blisters the hand of a Pyrokinesis novice like me. It didn't look like I hit anything as the fireball exploded on the rocks upon impact, embers looking for something else to burn 
before dying on the cool waters.

Seeing it from deep into the cave, energy levels heightened by anger and adrenaline, I ran to the opening at the other end and spread a light wave of unspecific Pyrokinesis outward, hoping it would hit something ignitable. Thankfully 
bare branches growing somewhere out of the wall caught fire, and became a light source to use.

"Very clever Cherish, very clever. Not many would think to try that trick."

"They have a choice right now. I don't."

"And that is the proper way to look at it," Connie agreed as she launched a spritz at the inflamed bark, dousing the fires.

"You don't have a choice. Just like you robbed us of choice, Cherish, so must we for you."

The smirk across Cherish's face beamed as the lilt in Connie's voice sounded like an attempt at expressing payback, but she couldn't help but vocalize her gratefulness.

"That's cute, Connie, pretending that you ever had choice to take back once I claimed you," I tried taunting her, right before a fireball quickly made me dive out of the way, into a sizable puddle that got me completely soaked.

"Even if you have me, fated has not gifted you today's victory yet, or the future victory you're fighting for," I heard in an admonishing instructor's voice.

"Fuck fate!" I screamed, prompting a herd of bats to take my claim as an invitation to descend upon me from above. Throwing a huge gust of wind from Telekinetic air at them pushed most of them away. I sat on rocks again, envious of 
how the winged fuckers could navigate while blind while I couldn't. 

And then it hit me how their unseeing advantage could be mine - radar. Most witches could set fires and push and pull things easily with Telekinesis and Pyrokinesis, but few have probably ever had to think outside of the box with them. 
Using a wave of Pyro to set something ablaze, why not use Telekinesis the same way?

Through sulking on the cold rocks, I crouched down to one knee, slipping into a meditative state to focus, sending waves of Telekinesis outward, cause even if I couldn't see what there was to push or pull, I could feel what was around, and let that be my radar. Robbed of my sight in the darkness, I was much more in-tune with the air, and the senses connected with Telekinesis could stretch further. I could feel the tunnel I'd used to escape, and the smaller 
area ahead. I could faintly tell I walked into a dead end area; the only way out is the wider cave where Connie was waiting for me. It felt like sportsmanship for her to wait for me to return to the main arena, tactically smart to make 
me waste more energy in a false hope there. There was no fleeing to regroup, just forward. As tempting as it was to wait in the smaller cave and summon remaining energy or cheat and slip my fingers into my slit for a boost, I didn't 
want to lose the adrenaline built up, and kept the challenge at a fair level. 

Foolish decision or no, I stepped back through the cave, keeping my telekinetic reach extended, slipping through each heavy spritz she sent my way, able to feel where she'd launched it from, and in what direction compared to me. She 
missed every shot throughout the tunnel, but changed her strategy when I got back into the main cave. She'd set up a wall of water to throw at me like a miniature tidal wave. The one thing she didn't expect was part of my Telekinesis 
carrying a large piece of wood to throw above the water. Ceasing the Telekinetic radaring, I focused enough Pyrokinesis in the large log to explode it from within, launching several fireballs in several directions. I had no idea if any would hit her, but I heard a yelp that suggested one of the exploded pieces hit her or near her. Parting the weakish water wall, I saw Connie focused on rubbing out part of her robe that caught fire. I helpfully sent a mild spritz at her thigh where the flame was, not enough to send her flying back, but enough to unceremoniously drench her. 

The slight humiliation she felt was enough to throw her off before she could levy something else at me, as I sent an unspecific wave of Pyrokinesis around me. It was weak by the time it hit Connie, but enough to spark several embers 
across her clothing; I watched with glee as she panicked slightly, trying to put several small fires out at once. I helped her out by producing a smaller tidal wave to take care of all the fires at once. I was going to hold her 
entire body captive with a Telekinetic grip, but instead I walked up my elder slave, giggling, waiting for her perturbed face to cave and start grinning too.

"I take it I've proved myself," I asked.

All Connie could do was shake her head, barely able to look at me for fear of erupting in laughter.

***

It was probably an hour later when we stayed in the cave, more tree bark used to set a fairly-large fire for both of us. We both dressed down out of our damp clothes, down to bra and panties, especially after I coaxed her out of them 
with some suggestive heat. While the air around us was below comfortably cool, her protests didn't last against encouragements staring from her ears, moving into her mind, and filtering down through the muscles to give her interior 
a rosy heat bloom. The slight Telekinetic phantom tease that slipped between her panties got her rosy inside and out. 

"You wouldn't be trying to bribe an instructor payment in-exchange for a better grade, would you?" asked my most-analytical, but well-compromised instructor.

"Well, unlike in your classroom, I've done research on the subject, and I know she has expensive tastes, something most students can't afford to give."

"My stuuuuoohhhhhh...." Connie tried to get out, faltering as phantom fingers strummed themselves over her damp walls. "Stu-mmmmm...students like you are brilliant enough that they don't have to take this avenue. A's come easily to her 
if she would just put in the work."

"But if the class is too easy, students like me will seek a challenging education elsewhere. Independent study is great for me, studying dependents, showing her that A's aren't the only ones who come easy...."

Letting my subconscious guide the phantoms without specific orders, telling them to cause a timed orgasm, something neither of us expected hit Connie in a muted way. Only a slight gasp erupted from her lips, but the rest of her maintained composure, breathing normally despite the tingles running through her, keeping an odd lady-like demeanor as she pulled our meals out of a bag sitting next to her, more salad with chicken and bottled water. It occurred to me that this may have been the first time I've seen Connie have an orgasm while operating under her pre-slave persona, and watching the reserved silver and blonde witch act like nothing was going on forced giggles out of me. She ignored 
them all as she gingerly ate her food while I ravaged through mine again.

"Good work today on completing your challenges," she evenly complimented.

"Thanks, prof," I spoke like a bratty college savant. "You certainly don't make it easy on a girl."

"There's little things easy about being a witch," Connie reminded me in a matronly tone.

"It's not the easy part that gets to me, it's the compulsion part. Like we're drawn to the hard parts, and they won't let us walk away; shining in them is strange because it can feel like we didn't choose it."

Connie looked at me across the bonfire, almost like an accusing smirk. "You're one to talk about compulsion, and having no choice," she said, which just made my staring back lustier.

"Even if we're destined for greatness, we all choose it, just as we all choose how to be a witch."

"As in how I chose to be a power-hungry hypno-harlot about it?"

"Yes, and leave it to an exceptional witch like you to be rewarded so highly for it; such behavior was rare back in my day."

"I severely doubt that," I moved around the fire to seek the warmth of her body. "For all the rules and unspoken honor codes among the covens, when hasn't ambition gone far in our world? Hell, when hasn't ambition gone hand-in-hand with 
magic?"

I sat closer to my professor than student-teacher relations would ever allow, which made me flush as she laid a hand on my thigh while explaining her next point.

"Even if you have a point, and even if you have a great deal of my mind, you won't change the validity of my arguments."

I leaned in to almost kiss her, but drew back at the last millisecond, dragging her face closer to mine.

"You know I could." I love the way her eyes got unfocused, flashing a glassy stare as if getting ahead of what I was going to do to her.

"But you won't," her eyes cleared. "You value my input too much."

She wasn't lying, but her comment just struck a creative chord in both of us I didn't hesitate to strum.

"You aren't lying," I leaned in for another almost kiss, slithering my way to the side of her face. 

Secrets rise in the dusk,
Afraid of the coming dawn.
Your secrets are mine to enlighten.
Tell me your earliest turn-on. "

"Now," I ordered in her ear with just the aid of an improvised spell.

My grin turned positively sinister as I heard her speak. "Vampire seduction."

Connie looked surprised at just having blurted out a sensitive, secretive part of her she wasn't sure her closest, intimate friends knew about, and it worried her a little that her owner knew them, which she had every reason to be.

At that moment, I had to work fast before I'd involuntarily orgasm from watching all her faltering reactions.

"No wonder you chose this place as a training ground; you must've been hoping to enjoy a little time with all the creatures hanging above us. Did get your clitty off while waiting for me, I wonder?"

"What? N-no, Cherish. This training is serious."

"Indeed it is, serious enough to cause stress which just begs relief. And if you crave a little winged, cloaked, reminder of a long-desired fetish, how could you resist?"

"Absurdity," she tried to claim as I pressed further.

"I'm sure it would seem that way to those who don't understand. But who understands you better than me now? Whether it was planned or accidental, time to yourself in a place filled with elements reminding you of what moistens you? It's especially hard on you if it's accidental, as your mind reaches far, far back to that moment you realized something about vampires turns you on. Reaching that far back to recouple that old memory to the fetish you thought was buried...I can't tell who's more damp now between you, me, or this cave."

A phantom finger between her legs confirmed, or ensured, she was top two. She gasped as I pushed her back to make her lie on the ground, crawling atop her.

"And since 'mercy' isn't a word that interests me right now, I'm certainly not going to make it easier as I remind you of the real reason you chose this place - you were hoping one of those bats above was the vampire that got you hot in-disguise, just waiting to pounce on you."

I chose that moment to lift myself off of her, walk away and disappear behind the bonfire that flared for a moment, before dying down to embers.

"You made this bonfire as weak as it was, because you were hoping that it would die down and invite the one waiting for you to come down, signaling your surrender," I spoke with an echo from a place Connie couldn't see if there was light.

"Without light, all you can do is listen. Listen to my voice. Listen to the sounds of all those nocturnal creatures hanging above, wondering which one of hundreds is yours, who will make you theirs. The odds are one to several hundred it will happen to you, but the surety that it will happen to you just quickens that pulse doesn't it. Blood pumping hotly through your veins shows how excited you are, but it also calls to your vampire like a siren song, waiting to deprive you of your lifeblood, knowing your sexuality is tied to it. Listen to your blood as it flows for, and summons your seducer."

Even in dim lighting, I saw how her hips spasmed, lost in my narrative as she stroked her body growing ever hotter.

I used my phantoming to set off a few bats, to cause commotion that could be construed as one of them coming down.

"Uhhhh...nuughhh..." Her moans made my fingers tingle as the cusp of my puppet show reached the main act. A full-figured force landed on Connie's reclining body; transmuting my body to land on her was as fun as giving myself a phantom cloak that hopefully felt like velvet against her skin.

I ended my narrative to access my inner Dracula, growling and breathing like a predator. Connie was too lost in lust to question if it was her fantasy come true or just me forcing the fantasy into reality. I explored her body in the 
darkness as she just laid there, hot breath creating gooseflesh from her neck, and the way down to her pussy I could finally confirm was the wettest. I licked at it a little, but added a bite which really set her off into convulsing.

Delicious sounds from me told her how good she tastes as I bit and pulled at skin all over her body, not enough to draw blood, but just enough to sample. Her tattooed ass, her belly, both nipples and all over her breasts, I left a trail 
of evidence of her vampire dream come true, all the way up to where Connie patiently, deliriously waited for the climax.

I laughed at her babbling as I parked my face at the nape of her neck, licking long and hard at it, literally feeling her pulse jump out at me. Making her wait, I timed our breathing to let us come in total sync, which was incredibly fun to interrupt when I really bit into her neck. It wasn't enough to actually draw blood, but indirect suggestions I'd left her made that part of the fantasy real enough.

Connie squealed like a frightened animal, living out the last moments of her brief life in sheer ecstasy. I let that play out for minutes, not paying attention to how many orgasms she'd had.

Once I was done, she was just breathing and bodily tremors; I pulled her into my embrace and resurrected the bonfire, holding her while her breathing calmed. I gave her the rest of the clean water as I'm sure I put her through more than she did me that day. As she fell asleep in my arms, I just stroked her head and told her how wonderful it was to share that with me, and how fulfilled it was to feel the blood of her resistance sucked away. A delirious grin very unbefitting Connie told he how appreciated it all was.

By the time she fell into natural sleep, I'd realized I was holding her with one hand, and you can guess where the other one was. I had to have spent the last five minutes stroking myself as I kept asking myself was there a better reason not to get off than because of my will?

The question lingered enough for the stroking to not make the dent I thought it would. Frankly, I was impressed with myself; maybe I was growing wiser in the way that pussy urges didn't control life overall.

Satisfied despite no orgasm, I kissed Connie on the lips, and snuggled our bodies closer so we could sleep the night away, not even thinking about what the last test would bring the next day.

***

"Well done, my child. You have proven yourself a competent witch, though I still expect more from you."

On the verge of the sleep I really needed to regain my strength for, the voice from the darkness returned to me, still carrying the trademark encouragement I could never stand.

".....Ma?"

"Yes, child. Your surrogates are training you well, in ways I'm sorry I never got to."

"...it's okay, it's not your fault..." I responded, half-thinking.

"I still take the blame for not putting you on the path much earlier. My Érzi deserved the best from her Ma."

Gretel, remember one entry back when speaking with this mysterious voice in my dreams shocked me awake? It's because "Érzi" means "son" in Chinese, something a China-born woman would know, compared to a non-native using Google translate. And if that wasn't telling enough, whoever this was knew several things about me through my memories, but didn't know that my magic training happened in tandem with Ma's. Just like with English, Aunt Maggie taught us both at the same time, mostly at the same level, the difference being I picked up on English and magic quicker at my ripe age.

"You gave me the best, Nǚ'ér, I intend to make you proud," I spoke sincerely, except when I referred to my supposed mother as "daughter," the word Ma actually would've used with me.

"And you will, Érzi. You will."

"Xièxiè, Fèihuà." (Thank you, bullshit)

"Ma" repeating the phrase back to me made me giggle in my head as it went away, and I knew more than my trio were interested in my progress.