the witch huntress in jerusalem

based on a true story. the year number is changed to hide the witch.

dear diary, today when i was eating at a restaurant in jerusalem the table by the wall had a group celebrating a birthday. one girl wore a shiny silvery crown while the other three girls sang "happy birthday" in hebrew. while they waited for the order of sushi, one girl, a young girl with long black hair, and big spectacles was bored and wanted to talk to me. i asked her to tell me a story. 

when she finished the story she asked me a math riddle then we alternated asking each other the infinite addition questions from 1 to 20. for example: if i have 7 and i want 11 how many to add? etc.

the spectacles of this girl, reminded me of a young girl that i met soon after switching colleges in jerusalem.

in the summer of 2011 i studied at a certain rabbi college in jerusalem. i struggled with male urges and tried to resist the sin which religions teach not to "squeeze out" male milk. each day the temptation grew and intensified. i decided i would wait one more day but i could not wait. the urge was so intense that i could not study. i shut my eyes and waited for the hormones to calm but they did not... i surrendered and started walking to a private toilet to sin and justified that i had battled the sin "plenty" before succumbing.

however on the way to the toilet i realized that if i walked outside i could delay the sin a bit more time. that walk led to meeting a woman who secretly helped me avoid that sin... but after a year i started complaining that the college lacked exams to measure if we comprehended. 

i felt that the students lacked motivation to study if no exams and people were insulting me "you do not understand" well "i think i do so we need an exam to see if i comprehended correctly." as i asked other student-rabbis if they wanted exams?, one student told me that another college for rabbis in jerusalem gave exams.

i was torn. i wanted to be near the woman but i wanted to measure if i was studying. more imprtantly than proving i did comprehend correctly which i was sure of was the environment. i needded to be around SINCERE students who studied earnestly not just passing the time and free to talk about sports with no exams to motivate study.

i rushed to the bus to that college and asked which day was the exam? a man answered me in hebrew "today" once each month. i walked into the meal room and saw MANY tables, surrounded by student-rabbis in their traditional black suits.

over a hundred SINCERE students talking a test to measure if they were really studying and understood and recalled.

wow. i wanted to be in THIS group... of course i would continue my weekly meetings with the woman secretly and i would need to travel across the city.

however one afternoon, soon after the switch in the hot summer of 2012, actually spring but hot spring sounds like water, i was studying and a young boy with dark brown hair wearing a white shirt with black slacks asked me in hebrew "you want 20 sheqel"? i blinked in disbelief and nodded. he had a black religious cap on his dark hair. he drew the paper from his pocket and said "somebody chose you for a business meeting." 

i considered that i had not worked since the babysit job when parents trusted me to stay at home while their blond daughter, who played after school but she was not the girl of whom, i was reminded of.

i walked outside and met a young girl with "long black hair and large spectacles". the rims were thick nerdy plastic but see-through-brown plastic. she wore the plastic "bow" i mean the curve shaped like a rainbow. it was dark blue with shiny fake silver studs.

she said in hebrew that her "power" was getting weak but if i would willingly give her her "fuel" she would create money a hundred sheqel bill so i could buy whatever i wanted.

that sounded unbelievable. i had never seen any magic making money appear. i asked in hebrew "what do you mean by fuel?".

i was surprised that she needed the male baby cream as magic fuel. i must be fantasizing... giving myself an excuse to "milk myself" for a purpose to avoid the sin of onan called wasting the male milk.

of course i agreed... i wanted to see what would happen. i did not yet ask why she chose me.

the girl not named magic-maggie nor the hebrew name vered, led me to her apartment building. we climbed the steps and she explained that even her own mother who was a witch did not know that she had already ripened in her potential. now her father the rabbi was away at some college studying rabbi books and her ma was out shopping but she needed fuel for her power.

she handed me a plastic bag and said "are you willingly supplying the fuel?". certainly. then i did the non-sin due to a purpose of supplying fuel.

i did not consider the danger of her or any girl using it to get pregnant and blaming me. i was very simple minded then. i was horrified when she dipped her finger in the bag of male cream and tasted it. she smiled like it was ice cream.

"is it sweet?" i asked.

"no, despite the sugar it is very very bitter. and i knew you were the best source and that you would give willingly."

i watched in horror as she held a plasti spoon and spooned the fuel into her mouth. ga-asp.

the next thing shocked me even more. once fueled the young witch vanished! in her place stood an adult woman. she giggled at my surprised expression then vanished again and was the same as the boy who had led me out to the business meeting. she now looked like the 3rd grade boy not named aviv. 

she explained that when she was leaving scool at the religious girl-only scool, she saw me by a bakery and could sense the intense energy i could provide. she wanted it. she had left her gals to see me and followed me into the bakery where i had ordered two rolls of fresh soft rolls. she had looked through the tall trolley with the many shelves and saw in my eyes that i would even supply willingly and she had been correct too.

she explained that evil witches in jerusalem used the same fuel but they imprisoned the men and took the fuel UNWILLINGLY and that made their strength flawed. with my fuel she could defeat even the strong witches and rescue the men.

obviously i could not believe that "she believed this enuf to drink male milk", but i had actually watched when she had transformed. wow.

i asked her about her power and she explained it was mostly natural inheriting the nature, the word "natural" surprised me kuz i thought magic by definition was supernatural but truly just needed the correct ingredients. and the fuel is not rare just given willingly is rare. anyway she explained that her nature allowed her to re-direct the "aura energy" in every human. that is how she discovered she could use her powers for good. when the mean girls would say mean words to the fat girls she would direct the energy to scrambling the sounds so the victim would not hear the harsh words. it succeeded!

later she understood that if she had the ability, she must have inherited it from her ma who must be a secret witch.

she used her natural ability to direct the internal energy of her life-force to finding her ma's spell book of sorcery. she read many spells and that some needed a powerful fuel... the gross and not rare at all: male seed. gross. 

she had asked men if they would give her fuel but they yelled at her for being disgusting. she had almost lost hope until the fateful day she saw me at the bakery.

then she had sent her neighbor not named aviv into the male-only college to get me and entice me with money.

wow that was awesome. after her story she said in hebrew loosely translated "speaking of money hold this tissue in your hand." she handed me a white new folded tissue paper. she whispered and it changed into a money paper. 100 sheqel over five hours of work in an instant. 

i said "it is hard for me to believe you have power to fight a witch."

she was surprised that her transformation of herself into several people and of paper was not sufficiant. so she agreed to let me see her victory. first she concentrated and held her hand up... her left arm. she sensed the direction of the dark power. she claimed to know that two men were locked in a witch flat. the witch had been milked both of them due to the poor quality fuel of their unwillingness. that is why she needed two.

she said she would attack now instead of at night just so i could see but i must wait outsde so i would not get zapped by their duel.

i follwed her in the direction that she had pointed and we entered the "holiest" most fanaticcally jewish section of jerusalem called maya sharim. the best hiding place for dark magic.

later she would explain that dark magic is not only used to enslave and imprison but in ESSENCE is a different type of magic which is dark. she would claim that when the bible forbade wizardry it refferd specificly to the dark magic not all magic.

"or else" she claimed "nobody good could stop the evil witches".

i waited in a narrow alley between buildings. i watched vered pull on the locked door of the dwelling. the handle was simply a bar on two curved bars. no handle to turn and the door was clearly locked. however now that she had drunk her fuel she could direct her natural energy to unlock the door simply by gazing at it. i heard the door klik despite no key. again without even touching anything the door swung open.

young vered back in the form of an adult woman entered to surprise the evil witch!

in a moment the young girl exited again and said in hebrew "look at what i did". i entered the dwelling and saw a common normal door but beside it a frame of glowing orange. a power portal. framing a rectangle around the green paint of the wall. she pointed to step thru the portal and i trusted her certain i would not bump into the wall... and as i stepped my leg thru the green wall i felt a cool ripple like cool water which was pleasant n that hot day in spring. how could i forget the pleasant coolness. on the other side of the green wall i saw a narrow corridor! not the inside of a home as i expected considering it was beside a normal common wood door.

the walls were bare wood planks on my sides that reached up to a wood plank roof. white light came down between the gaps in the roof planks but not from the gaps in the side planks. i moved forward at least twenty paces which must be far longer than the inside of the building in that crowded section of the city. i stared amazed at the body of an adult woman on the floor. her face shockingly charred black around bits of uncovered pale whitish yellow skull.

vered claimed she knew that this woman was an evil witch and had surprised her and fried her face off. and emphasized "THANKS to YOU. dont you see how important this mission is?"

i was so amazed i forgot about the fuel suppliers. vered pointed to a wood door on the left side that the witch had been garding. i reached for the door handle but my hand "was pushed back" like two magnets of the same plus side. the young witch giggled and said "open sesame" in english so the door swung open... inside were two men as vered had predicted.  but she could not have seen only sensed them.

they were tied in enchanted fabric and covered only in bed sheets one pale blue sheet hung over the shoulders of each man. vered zapped the fabric and it fell in ribbons to the tiles of the floor. we had done our first rescue mission. she generated pants the correct size so they could change from the bed sheets and go home. 

seeing the success  i told her i was eager to help save prisoners and defeat evil witches. she explained that mostly my own "will" to be willing to give for the fuel purpose was the enhancer of the energy beyond her own nature and the fuel itself.

once she had the power she could change form. i asked her her age and she said she was soon turning twelve.

i said "whenever you feel the power ebbing do not be shy send him to get me." vered explained that now that she had a source she would not wait for the power to ebb but would come each week before the power ebbed she would take the form of aviv and as a boy enter the male only college to refuel.

then i dared to ask "if you are twelve do you sometimes feel urges to use you secret part."

in her childish innocence she replied in hebrew "obviously! what is the doubt?"

an adult probably would deny and shout that i better not ask but she was truly less than twelve and as naive as myself.

i offered that she should try satusfying that urge considering she could change into adult form.

she was willing to try "but not today" she explained that she only felt the urge once a week. i returned to the college amazed at the memory of men trapped and freedd from the scorched witch.

i impatiently waited the next day, for her to ask me for the next batch not knowing how long the fuel lasted considering she had used some to scorch a powerful witch. and when would she feel her weekly urge?

day by day my own urge grew but i did not wnt to drain the supply so it would be available for when she wanted to refuel.

day after day passed...

thursday i guess 4 days after the battle, aviv the third grade boy not like southpark kids in fourth grade but third grade, came and said he wants to study with me. i asked his age and he said age 12. this was impossible but i suggested we study the book called mishna due to the tradition "age ten is for studying mishna." if he was 3rd grade as he appeared i believed it was too young to study mishna he must wait to age ten but if he was not lying then 12 is older than ten.

i asked which topic interested him. he said weddings so i chose the book about weddings oops. that book starts with female anatomy. a "virgin should wed on the fourth day of the week due to the courts open on thursday" referring to the "day of entrance", he asked what is the connection to courts and what is "claim of virginity"?

i said i must not tell you about lady body or your parents will be angry.

then aviv said "i am a girl, i know lady body dont you recall"?

i was confused even if i knew vered could take the form of a boy i did not know if this boy was the boy or vered in disguise.

she insisted on showing me. well i was curious about that. she told me her plan. i would wash my hands in the toilet room where i could see which secret stall she entered than tap once on the door so she knew it was me. we entered the private toilet room but there were no sinks! her plan was ruined.  i stood by the door. young aviv found the first stall locked but opened the second stall. a man pushed past me and yanked on the frst door and like aviv found it locked.

he yanked on the second door and found it was locked. only two stalls he banged on the door three times and said in hebrew "how long". i said "he just entered you better go to the downstairs toilet room". he exited i went and tapped the door once.

in front of my amazing eyes the "male chested boy" changed into the twelve year old with maturing milk factories on her chest small yet noticable bulging from the white shirt. now i can explain the idea of virgin since girls know female body already. 

she argued in accented english "no. not enough! i want to show you what REALLY happens"

she transformed back into the boy form with the smooth white shirt and the face of aviv the boy i had first met.

then she yanked down her trousers and she was definitely not a boy.  even when her shirt was smooth she was always a witch even when she had the form of a boy. 

we exited and continued studying the holy rabbi book about female anatomy. i told her that girls are sealed but if a man claims she is not sealed he feels he is tricked so the contract should be less money.

"men are gross" she hissed in hebrew. we returned to the bench to study some more. finally she said "today is the day i feel the weekly urge but my ma is still home". 

i said "you must use adult form since i am adult body the activity is proably painful for a small body". the young boy form nodded and agreed. 

she had hoped to past the time studying with me until ma left but ma stayed at home. i asked "how strong is your urge" she explained "enough to try out your offer."

i suggested she use her powers to generate a new corridor right here, same as we saw.

she argued "that is dark magic, that scars the personality and poisons the user causing fake hatred and anger over nothing." i was silent.

"cant we go to your dorm room?" the young boy asked. i explained that the room lacked privacy and i shared with other boys. "for that i have a solution." he answered.

we walked to the room i rented by the college and entered the room with two beds. my room mate was there sitting at a table drinking cold cola.

"you could get in big trouble hanging out with young boys" he warned. i responded "only if i do whatever YOU are thinking of doing."

aviv raised his left arm again and a curtain of pink flame rose from the floor and widened  across the long room to the side walls then turned along the side walls and back toward each other covering the window with pink curtain of flickering flames. the area around my bed suddenly swelled in all sides far beyond where my room mate sat. the room seemed to be many meters on all sides.

the boy changed into adult lady form and we "tried doing the sin" of premarital intimacy. she said in hebrew "this is not working." i was the wrong size for her adult form. "i will be my natural form." i was terrified at the idea of a twelve year old. i had only done THAT when i was a minor but now in 2012 i was alreay 18 tyears old! if anybody found out i would be accused of rape despite her/his consent and even request. i was not "convincing persuading" that day she had requested claimeng her urge was strong.... but that was ignored by stupid laws. dont they know? from the age of potential pregnancy a women's nature is to use those limbs and organs??

i suggested transforming to a "between age" because her natural age seemed too small, and scared me. she only knew the spell for adult form. i warned in her child form this would probably hurt, due to the relative sizes of organs but she said "you look small." she was right.

her young body was the correct size,i could see she enjoyed the pressure with no pain. in contrast to her adult form when i was too small, err i mean "relatively" too small, now was pleasant.

immediately she climbed off and instructed me to empty the tubes. she held the plastic bag she had brought and i put it over the exit to catch the male milk for her fuel. i started rubbing. 

the young boy said "you are doing it wrong. he gripped the bag around the tube tip with one hand and pressed while the other hand slid along... and to and fro...  that was FAR better than my instinct, had ever been in previous years. soon i lost conciousness from pleasure and only awoke when the milk jumped out from the tube into the bag.

"now i wont get pregnant" she explained. but then i was soft. so we waited a half hour and she asked me to tell her about my child years. i told her the story and after twenty minutes she said "lets try again. i have watied long enough today. i waited for my ma to leave but she didnt, and i waited for you to rest lets go already." why cant courts comprehend the difference between pressuring and when a girl asks or in this case a boy chest with a female body.

again i failed. i was still soft. so she climbed on my bed and uncovered her covered lips. that was the key. seeing those lips caused my body to be ready. since she refused to use the adult spell i insisted she climb on top of me and slide down slowly.

to my horror she sat on my kneees and slid down quikly claiming "you are way smaller than you think".

well that DID hurt my ego. men like to hear how big they can get but i had the prize of a partner which was better than being lonely with a big tube.

soon i could see she was enjoying the rubbing and after that my own pleasure intensified so i did not know where i was... a long time passed in a bright heaven of pleasure. and then she stopped. satisfied.

she slid off and explained mission accomplished. 

she forgot the plastic bag with fuel. as she walked along the pink curtain.

i did not want the seed to be wasted so i reminded her of the bag. she said "wow you can imagine how much i enjoyed that, since i forgot even important fuel". i said WAIT my room mate is gonna see you leave as a boy and think i did intimacy with a young boy.

she changed form into an adult lady and the pink room shrunk and the curtains "poured down" into the floor of ugly beige tiles. my room mate saw me standing by an adult lady.

he shouted angrily "you cant just do prostitution with whores" she said "would you agree to tasting my body??" he said "yes." she accused "aha" and explained "you yourself would do the same action you are only jealous that i chose him."

then we left my room. i returned to my study chamber to study and wait for her to use her fuel. she went to find and hunt more evil witches in jerusalem.

each week we would meet twice a week once on her day of desire which changed each week. and again each week as she used the fuel for a second refuel each week. 

she claimed that she was finding and freeing men same as she had shown me on the first day i had entered the wooden corridor. the more witches she burnt,she claimed "more and more moved into jerusalem." however thanks to me, she claimed, she had enough fuel to overpower any of them and was extremely powerful due to the frequent refueling. she hunted and found one almost every week. apparently when one died the vacuum attracted witches from every other country to fly to jerusalem and fill the vacuum.

she visited me once on fuel day, as she used her ability, and once on desire-day satisfaction. i donated to the fuel bag each visit, to empty  the empty and satisfy her. i justified sleeping with a minor that she also had an adult body just i was too small to use that form so it was like being with an adult. the seed was not wated but went to the battle against evil witches and the freeing of imprisoned men who were locked in enchanted fabric only to supply male fuel. 

i decided this was more productive then getting married and even when the rabbis urged me to get a wife and in 2013 arranged me to date women i found excuses to reject them so i would be available to fuel the witch who was a witch-huntress. 

the years passed and her body grew. soon she was too big for me even in her natural form. however she learned the spell for a minor body. now i was certainly in trouble with the law! i was twenty something and she was both twelve in new form and in true nature. but again she had an adult body in case we got caught.

eventually though, she was bored of changing form and told me that her urges would be satisfied by a man with a "bigger tube." now you can be certain that i am not writing this "boast" because she did prefer someone else but i am happy that i supplied the witch who burnt the witches who imprison men as she had shown me the first day i agreed.

may the evil witches continue to diminish "amen."

now that she was visiting me in her natural adult form in 2018 and later to collect the "willingly given" fuel, i forgot about her 12 year old form until today at the birthday party in the restrant in jerusalem, when the young girl with spectacles wanted to talk with me just kuz she was bored... her hair and spectacles reminded me of the FIRST time i had met vered and that is why now is the time to publish this story about the amazing battle between good witches who free the men and burn the enslavers but, need the special fuel. the source of energy is something the witches cannot buy. luckily for the side of good, she was correct that i gave willingly and she used that to burn many evil witches as the jewish bible instructs "a witch must not live" and as she knew the simplest and most efficiant way to kill a witch is to surprise her quickly, when she thinks her door is locked, and burn her with the flame powered by male milk given willingly... a bit like the formula in "goblet of fire" in dark magic "blood of a foe unwillingly with a finger of a servant given willlingly" similarly enhancing the good magic using the willing offering of the liquid which nobody can buy. oh and of course she always turned the tissue into money so i could pay rent and even rent a private room with no partners. since this will probably simply repeat year after year we can end the story now since i will certainly live happily ever after. i am the milk man!