Author's Note: This is fan fiction inspired by the Sabrina TV series and the ZFX/Shockwave Videos. It employs supernatural elements, so this may not be for everyone.


Zelda and Hilda Spellman arrived at the house of their client, Charles Osgood, the famed explorer of all things rare and magical. Finally retiring after several decades of adventure, Charles Osgood decided that he needed to scale back his massive collection. Some he donated to museums, and still others he donated for charity auctions. However, there was still so much more left that he hired Zelda and Hilda Spellman to go through and inventory his massive collection and arrange shipment to various follow-on locations at a tidy sum for their services.

Zelda and Hilda met the independent shipper who was going to help them assess the labor and materiel requirements needed to ship what they had designated. To their surprise, the shipper was a 5 foot 10 inch tall woman who was in her mid to late twenties with dark reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, and built like a strong amazon. It was quite a pleasant shock to the slender 5 foot 8 inch tall Zelda Spellman her voluptuous 5 foot 8 inch tall sister, Hilda.

"Hello, you must be Kristine," said Zelda. "I'm Zelda and this is my sister Hilda."

"Hi, nice to meet you two," said Kristine. She was wearing a black sport shirt bearing her independent shipping logo with a large screen print on the back with jeans and had her hair put up in a messy ponytail. "So, what needs to be shipped?"

"Just about everything," explained Zelda. "There's antique furniture of assorted sizes that need to be packed and crated, small knick-knacks, vases, at least two grandfather clocks...we have them marked with colored tags on where their final destination is."

"Okay," said Kristine, getting out a clipboard and making sure she had her measuring tape and pocket digital camera with her. "It's going to take me a while."

"Take your time," Hilda answered. "We want it done right and not quick."

"No problem. Do I need to go through this entire house?" asked Kristine, noticing how large it was.

"No, we'll do that for you. We've already separated and marked what needs to be shipped. They're all in the second floor room, minus the master bedroom and bathroom," answered Zelda.

"Okay, thanks," said Kristine, going up the stairs to check out the first room.

"What do you think?" Zelda commented. "Impressed?"

"Quite. Looking at the muscles on her, I thought she could lift the grandfather clock by herself," Hilda said, alluding to Kristine's strong frame.

Just then a telegram magically appeared in Zelda's hands. Zelda wasn't expecting such a telegram and immediately opened it. Upon reading it, Zelda's eyes turned to concern.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Hilda asked. Zelda read the magical telegram aloud:

"Master Osgood,

We regret to inform you that the Outlaw of Gord has escaped from his prison and is to be considered on the loose and extremely dangerous. We understand that he sought a large number of items in your personal collection and will likely attempt to steal them again.

Please know that we are monitoring the situation closely with the magic rogue hunters that are pursuing this cunning and perverted criminal. Until the Outlaw of Gord's capture is confirmed, we have initiated necessary security protocols on your personal effects.

Sincerely,

Richard Thurmond
Artifacts Security Division"

"Necessary security protocols?" commented Hilda. "I wonder what that could mean..."

Meanwhile, Kristine was upstairs conducting her preliminary inventory, making some mental notes along with annotating some special information she needed to remember. She put down her clipboard and tape measure for her digital camera, where she took a couple photos of the large grandfather clock and armoire while noting their dimensions. Kristine could've sworn she heard something in the room but when she turned around, saw nothing around.

"Hello? Zelda? Hilda?" called out Kristine, hearing nothing in response. She shrugged and was about to resume her work when suddenly a cord snagged around her ankles and tied them together, tripping her up as it pulled with a mighty tug.

"WHOA!!!" yelled Kristine, falling flat on her back and hitting her head. Stunned, Kristine vaguely saw what looked like one foot tall shadows scurrying towards her, hitting her throughout her body with what felt like socks filled with wet sand. Dazed and dizzy from the repeated blows, Kristine's was still in a daze as the small creatures pulled off her shirt, followed by removing her sneakers, socks, and unbuttoned her jeans to easily slip them off her legs. Clad in only a black bra and panties now, Kristine's head started to finally clear when she saw the small, green, one foot tall gremlin-looking creatures giggling at her while scurrying away with her clothes and shoes.

"HEY! COME BACK HERE WITH THOSE, YOU &^%# PERVERTS!!!" demanded Kristine, getting to her feet finally, but not before knocking three gremlins away with a backhand punch followed by kicking another two. Two jumped on her from behind in an attempt to bring her down but only enraged her more as Kristine grabbed each of them and slammed them together before tossing them away.

Kristine had the four gremlins holding onto her clothes cornered and was advancing upon them when out of nowhere a trapdoor opened underneath her feet. Kristine immediately fell through, but not before yelling a profane word on the way down before it sealed just.

Terror soon rushed through Kristine's mind, falling through darkness several feet until hitting the end with a massive 'plop' sound when the lights inside the room activated. From the surroundings, Kristine thought the trapdoor sent her down into a cellar, but instead of a floor surface she had fallen into an indoor pool of a thick, dark gray mud bog of some kind. She was already up to her knees when she tried wading out but couldn't as she continued sinking deeper into the thick mud.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" cursed Kristine when green, rope-like vines sprouted out of the muck and began wrapping around her wrists, forcing them to her sides as more vines entwined around her torso. Kristine grunted and struggled but couldn't break free as the vines tightened around her upper body and began pulling her deeper into the mud.

"NO!!!" grunted Kristine. "THIS IS SO TIGHT...! UNGH!"

Kristine tried breaking free of the vines, but they slithering around her body and wrapping her arms and wrists. Kristine saw her thighs slowly disappear into the thick mire, followed by her crotch as she sank to her waist. But, it wasn't before some vines slithered themselves underneath her panties where they began rubbing her clit and her warm, wet, and inviting pussy.

"OH MY GOD!!!" shrieked Kristine, grunting while unsuccessfully trying to break free. The vines began invading her most intimate area, tickling and rubbing her clit while gently driving them slowly in and out of her pussy like a thickened, wooden phallus. The vines continued pulling their ensnared captive deeper into the thick mud that held her body even tighter than the vines ever did. Despite her strength, Kristine couldn't break free as she sank up her chest around the armpit level.

Kristine grunted and strained against the vines and thick mud prison, but couldn't get free. She was trapped and felt the mud press against her body while the vines continued rubbing her clit, sexually teasing and torturing simultaneously.

"My arms are stuck...I can't get out..." thought Kristine, grunting and straining while the vines pulled her deeper and deeper into the mud. She was pulled down to her chin as she shut her eyes and strained.

"HELP!!!! SOMEBODY!!! HELP!!!" she cried out before getting pulled under.

"Security protocols?" questioned Hilda, reviewing the magical telegram more closely. "You don't suppose..."

"That the magical spells and fail-safes protecting this house's contents have been put on extra high alert? I think so," said Zelda. "We'd better get Kristine before she accidentally triggers one of them."

Zelda and Hilda went up to the second floor and checked the room with the door left open, finding Kristine's tape measure on the floor, her clipboard and pencil on a table, and her clothes neatly folded in a corner along with her sneakers.

"Oh no, it's what exactly what we were worried about," said Zelda. "We need to find her."

"Right, I'll start with the third floor, you start with the downstairs," said Hilda. "I know Charles Osgood's spells aren't lethal, so there's a good chance we'll find Kristine safe and sound somewhere in this house."

"For our sake, I hope so," said Zelda as the two Spellman sisters split up.

Hilda went upstairs into the third floor, looking around but finding no sign of Kristine whatsoever. Just as she was about to leave something inexplicably snagged her blouse, and when she tried to remove it her blouse mysteriously ripped off her torso, exposing her buxom lacy dark pink bra.

"WHAT ON EARTH?" exclaimed Hilda, backing away cautiously when a similar thing occurred to her slacks, ripping them completely off her legs.

"HEY! I JUST GOT THOSE!!!" Hilda yelled, kicking off her heels and ready to cast a spell. "All right, I KNOW you're in here somewhere, Outlaw of Gord...SHOW YOURSELF!!!"

Without warning a large pile of ropes fell from the ceiling onto Hilda, taking a live of their own like serpents slithering around her voluptuous body. Hilda's mouth was immediately cleave gagged with rope and her wrists were the first to be ensnared, pulled and tied behind her back followed a magical rope that circled around her waist and between her legs to tie itself into an ultra-tight crotch rope. Hilda could only out a muffled, gagged scream as it tightened, rubbing and pressing deep against her clit and lips of her pussy through her panties. The ropes swirled and wrapped themselves all around Hilda's torso, arms, waist, thighs, knees, and shins, tying and cinching themselves autonomously into knots as they mummified her from her chin to her toes in rope.

Hilda soon lost her balance and fell onto the hardwood floor with a massive thud, grimacing from the numbing pain felt throughout her body on impact. A door creaked open and Hilda looked up, seeing a three and a half-foot tall midget dressed in a studded, patented leather BDSM suit and matching mask. Hilda struggled and looked in disbelief at what appeared to be a cross between a Munchkin from The Wizard of Oz and the Gimp from Pulp Fiction.

"Hello there, pretty lady," said the Outlaw of Gord. "Like my knots? They're a spell kind of constrictor knots designed to slowly tighten around that soft, succulent body of yours until you suffocate. It could be short, like a few minutes, or drag out for a few hours. It's up to you."

Hilda screamed, biting the ropes that gagged her and pleaded with her eyes to be released.

"Nope," the Outlaw of Gord replied, readjusting his suit and showing it off before his bound captive on the floor.

"Pretty neat, huh? It's a specially designed stealth suit to slip through the more sophisticated of magical protections. A perfect style and fit for someone like me, wouldn't you agree?" he teased.

Hilda merely growled angrily, only to feel the ropes gently tighten around her body. She felt her fingers and toes begin to grow numb as the Outlaw of Gord giggled maniacally at her predicament until a dull thud sounded. The Outlaw of Gord then fell to the floor out cold, and standing behind him was Zelda Spellman holding a brass vase that now had a massive dent in it.

"Let's get you out of that stuff," said Zelda, casting a spell that made the ropes untie themselves. Zelda then knelt down and helped Hilda up, pulling the ropes off of her body.

"Thanks," Hilda replied. "It was getting hard to breathe."

"You're welcome," said Zelda, looking down to see the unconscious Outlaw of Gord. "I wonder what kind of reward is out there for his capture."

"Um, Zelda...I think we have more pressing problems to deal with," said Hilda when a horde of gremlins swarmed into the room. Zelda and Hilda began casting spells left and right, zapping them away but it only took two to sneak in from behind them to leap upon their backs and cover their noses and mouths with a sickly sweet scented cloth that put them both to sleep. Moments later, Zelda and Hilda collapsed out cold.

Kristine was the first to awake in dimly lit room. Actually, it was a padded cell. Kristine's eyes adjusted to the dim light and tried to sit up, but found that she couldn't. She tried again several more times but was unable to move her arms and legs, letting out an angry exhale. Kristine looked down, finding herself surprisingly clean and free of the mud and vines, but lying on a soft padded gurney and tied down with a series of brown leather straps and padded brown leather cuffs. Her wrists were at her sides, restrained in a padded leather cuff that was locked to the metal gurney with a metal padlock. Her legs were spread about twelve inches apart and each of her ankles were strapped into a padded leather cuff and locked down to the metal frame of the gurney in a similar manner. A series of leather belts and straps went across her body from just about her breasts down to her shins, strapped down her chest, biceps, waist, and thighs to the padded gurney.

Desperate, Kristine arched her back and fought with all her might, hearing her leather restraints subtly strain but had no give, keeping her firmly tied down. Kristine exhaled another deep breath of frustration before plopping her head against the pillow.

Kristine turned her head left and right and to her surprise, saw Zelda tied down in a padded gurney next to her on one side and Hilda on the other. Whereas Kristine was tied down in only her bra and panties with a series of leather belts and padded cuffs, Zelda was in a black leather bondage sleep sack that sealed her up from her neck down to her toes and reinforced with straps cinched tightly around her body at her chest just about her breasts, near her elbow level, her wrists, followed by her thighs and ankles. Worse yet, Zelda was tied down to the gurney with heavy chains arrayed over her body in a criss-cross pattern. Hilda was tied similarly in a white canvas sleep sack with white straps arrayed throughout to restrain her down the bed.

Zelda and Hilda soon came to at last, happy to see Kristine alive and well while equally horrified at their predicament.

"What's going on here?" questioned Kristine. "Where the hell are we!?"

"Look, we need to level with you," said Hilda, realizing the futility of trying to escape against her bonds while Zelda defiantly continued struggling. "We're witches in a house that has valuable magical things and because of some escaped magical criminal, the house's anti-theft spells activated and thinks we're intruders, only the real intruder is in here somewhere but has a special suit so he's been able to avoid them."

"Uh-huh," Kristine replied in a mix of sarcasm and belief. Kristine gritted her teeth and struggled some more, but still wasn't making any progress.

"What's going to happen next?" she asked in frustration, panting to catch her breath.

"Now that we're all awake, I believe the magic torture and interrogation spells activate," said Zelda nervously.

Sure enough, three over-the-mouth gags appeared over Zelda, Hilda, and Kristine as three magic hands appeared and each one crawled up a gurney to its bound captive. There, each magic hand went to work on its respective captive.

For Zelda, the magic hand began tickling her underneath her chin and behind her ears, which were her most vulnerable ticklish spot. The prim and proper Zelda let out muffled screams and turned beat red from the tickle torture while shaking her head wildly.

For Kristine, the magic hand immediately went for between her legs, where it slid its fingers underneath her panties for her awaiting clit. Kristine's eyes flashed wildly feeling two fingers rub her eyes faster and faster, feeling her pussy get wetter and wetter before the hand shifted its focus to finger-fucking her. Whereas Zelda let out muffled cries of laughter, Kristine had muffled moans of ecstasy as she let out her first orgasm.

Unfortunately for Hilda, the magic hand on her was far more sinister and was playing a game of suffocation as it pinched her nose every few seconds to cut off the flow of air before releasing it, allowing her to get some badly needed breaths in. Hilda's nostrils flared as she shook her head defiantly 'no' in terror, but the magic hand continue pinching nose shut to cut off the flow of air for a few seconds before re-opened the air passageway for a few seconds more.

The sexual and physical torture of Zelda, Hilda, and Kristine continued for several more minutes until finally, each of them passed out from exhaustion. Then, as mysteriously as they had appeared, the magical restraints and torture devices had disappeared and the three women awoke on the living room couch in a daze. Even more surprisingly, Kristine was dressed again, although her shoes were each on the wrong foot.

"What happened?" said a puzzled Kristine when another magical telegram appeared in Zelda Spellman's hand. Zelda opened it and read it aloud for them:

"Master Osgood,

The Outlaw of Gord attempted a theft at one of your residences and was able to tamper with the magical safeguards placed on that dwelling. We detected this intrusion and have since countered his pilfering attempt. Your items are still safe, although he has since left elsewhere.

Please know that we will continue monitoring the situation closely with the magic rogue hunters and take the necessary precautions to protect your belongings. The Outlaw of Gord remains at large but we will keep you informed.

Sincerely,

Richard Thurmond
Artifacts Security Division"

"Wow, they're good," commented Hilda. "If it wasn't for them we'd be goners."

"So, what now?" Zelda asked.

"I guess I continue the job, right?" offered Kristine.

"You mean you're okay with working in this place, and working for us?" asked Hilda.

"You two seem nice and I need the payday," replied Kristine. "Besides, even if I told anyone the truth about what happened, no one would believe me anyhow."

With that, Kristine went back to work while Zelda and Hilda smiled.

"I like her, she's a keeper," said Hilda. Zelda smiled and nodded in agreement.

The Outlaw of Gord, however, remained on the loose.