Hilda the wicked witch by Paul Kater

Author:Paul Kater
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: fantasy, humour, magic
Publisher: Paul Kater

7. I told you to stop

Bubba was angry. He was riding on the back of his own machine, behind his woman, Angel. His hand was giving him tremendous pain, making it impossible for him to ride his own bike. This was so humiliating. And then there also were the large bruises on his face and chest from when he had fallen to the ground in the middle of the street. The collar was still around his neck, as well as a few cuts from the attempts of Julius to cut the damned thing off him.

The few times he allowed his woman to ride his bike with him in back, he had the opportunity to squeeze Angel's boobs. But even that small pleasure was not granted to him, as he needed one hand, the good one, to hold on to her. And the other hand... These thoughts, and not many other, revolved in his brain.

Gollem, one of the silent types, gestured that he would need to fuel up soon. Bubba nodded. Talking was impossible, with the raging of the engines and the wind blowing in their ears.

"Hey!"

Bubba did not respond. He didn't even register the word that was yelled at him. The whack against the back of his head registered all the better though. With a growl he looked to the left, and what he saw there made him squeeze his arm around his woman so tightly that he pressed all air out of her. That in turn triggered her to bang on his hand, so he would let off again.

"Stop. Or I make you stop." Hilda was flying next to Bubba's bike, just out of reach of his hand, in case he had any plans with that.

"God-fucking-dammit! It's the bitch!", the leader of the pack yelled. "Speed up!" His outburst was received by all ears. Heads turned, eyes went large, accelerators were twisted and speed picked up. From the bikes, as well as the broom.

Hilda sighed. She had stretched her boundaries by actually telling them to stop once, and they did not listen. Battling the wind, she grabbed hold of her wand and fired off a spell to a spot half a mile further down the road. Then she slowed down, seeing the motorcycles speed away from her.

At a more normal pace, one that allowed her to breathe more normally and did not make her braids stand out in straight lines behind her, she flew on. This was a very quiet road, she knew. Nobody else would get hurt. Not that it mattered.

After half a mile, she made the broom drop to the surface, picked it up and walked over to the street, where all motorcycles stuck in the semi-liquid asphalt. Also their riders were stuck in it. The asphalt did not let them get out of it, it seemed to suck at them harder the more they fought it.

Hilda hung her broom in the air. It was showing off, she knew, but these people seemed to need that. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and placed her hands on her hips.

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