Title

Mistress Strange wakes up just in time to teleport her, her sister, and their demon-pets to somewhere else

by Anzaleth
Storyline Wicked Witch Tome
Characters Dr. Strange She-Hulk
Category Marvel Corruption Transformation
Previous Chapter She-Hulk Interrupts Mistress Strange

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Mistress Strange opened her eyes to see the black energy of witchcraft envelop She-Hulk. The jade giantess roared as it filtered through every pore and orifice, melding with her gamma radiation.

"Stephana" Strange felt a sense of cold fear wash over her. All this magic filling such a powerful, savage individual....

She-Hulk roared louder and Strange made a quick decision. She intoned a quick spell and then Strange and the black tome vanished, leaving She-Hulk on her own.

* * *

Mistress Strange, Clea, Slugsilver, and -- well -- Clea was thinking of calling her second demon "Scarlet She-Bull" -- all appeared in an empty lab.

"Why did you interrupt us, sister?" Clea sighed. "We were just getting... acquainted." She used her talons to tickle the end of the former Wanda's shaft, which was a huge unsheathed bull-dick, a pure scarlet in colour.

"There were... complications, sister."

"Anything too terrible?"

"No. I think we have made a new sister. Once she works out a little of her anger and calms down a tad."

"And the Avengers?"

"I think she is fully 'equipped' to deal with them. I thought we could meanwhile recruit another sister to our coven."

"Where are we?"

"Four Freedoms Plaza. I wonder if any of the Fantastic Four are home."

* * *

Meanwhile, a huge figure strode down the hall of the Avengers Mansion, her every footstep causing it to shake. As she walked, she ran her nails along the wall, slicing long gashes into them.

She towered more than eight foot tall, and would have been even taller except she was stooped, and with a big hunchback that rose above her head. Her skin was scaly green, her hair as tangled as a bramble bush, her nose wide and long, and her sharp teeth and long nails were made of iron. She looked like some monstrous troll-woman who had clawed her way out of some old Scandinavian folktale. And just like all the most powerful female trolls, she was magical. Oh yes, the black tome had made her a witch. She was truly worthy to be part of Mistress Strange's coven. And the black tome had made her much more besides.

She-Troll growled as she fondled her huge green balls, two huge scaly balls of green jism, and squeezed her huge scaly cock. She needed to fuck - to thrust deep into some pale human. But those other witches had taken away Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch, the only other people at the mansion.

She-Troll's nostrils flared. 

She smelled something! Someone!

Her lips curled into a smile and her iron teeth flashes. Time to play....


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