Witch Hunter (15 page)

‘My elixir is like the sweetest cream, like condensed milk,’ the witch taunted. ‘All my girls say it is the most wonderful taste they can imagine.’

The jealousy jangled through Mimi once more. Why did she have to act with love while all those tarts got to feast out of raging lust? Anyway, why was the witch talking of love when she clearly liked surrounding herself with a whole harem of sluts? Exactly how many girls were there? She should ask her that. She should ask: exactly how many fucking girlfriends have you got that you want more than me?

Mimi didn’t exactly phrase her question like that and she only got part of it out anyway. Almost as soon as her question began, the fingers at her crotch made light work of the tiny strip of sodden material defending her pussy and slid deep inside her, turning her words into a loud gasping moan. The sound was cut off by a kiss, at long last. Mimi hoped the talk of rash promises was now over, but as soon as she pushed out her tongue to find Morgana’s the woman pulled away.

‘There are many girls,’ said the witch, ‘but you can never be one of them. Our Lord and Master won’t allow it. The ones you saw last night are merely trainees, but once I have taught them they will become my
bacchantes
, the nymphs of the wood who worship lust in all its forms. They will live to get drunk, to gorge and to fuck.’

As she spoke the witch brushed her lips over Mimi’s once more and then held up a breast and pushed the elongated nipple back into Mimi’s mouth for her to suck upon. The two fingers inside her were as deep as they could go, stirring slowly in circles that opened her up and made her stream. Her engorged clit was pressed into the soft mound of the witch’s palm but although the contact was most welcome it was not enough to take her over the edge. Mimi tried to grind into the palm but she found her hips unable to move. She was at the mercy of the witch and her teasing words.

‘My girls,’ Morgana said, ‘are not just your everyday, modern party girls. Once they might have been but now they are way, way beyond that. When they have learned from me they become wild beings, driven frenzied by desire. They have no allegiance except to the Dark Arts and to the God of Ritual Madness and Ecstasy. Theirs is the Cult of the Souls, and they feed the dead with blood offerings. They feed themselves with my magic and then feast upon cock, quim and arse alike. They crave anyone who makes their pussy wet, and any who refuse to join their orgies will become the sacrifice. They fall upon all non-followers like a pack of werewolves and there is no escape. No silver bullet kills them, not even the one you own and press against your little clitty to make yourself come.’

Mimi squealed at the surprise reference to her little vibe and at the light stroke of the witch’s thumbnail across the hood of her clit as it was mentioned. How could the woman possibly know about her secret toys unless she was a mind-reader? What other secrets had she stolen? But her mouth was full of the soft flesh of the witch’s breast, her jaws forced apart to prevent further questions. She felt the two fingers inside her twisting and wiggling around to release another wet flow before settling into a rhythm, slipping in and out of her. The feeling was wonderful but Mimi wanted milk. She wanted her mouth flooded with the liquid as she was brought to a shuddering climax. She wanted to flood this beautiful Priestess and drink her down at the same time.

‘Our Master knows all about you and what you are,’ Morgana continued, impervious to Mimi’s needs. ‘He knows about your snooping. He wants to make a sacrifice of you. He wants to throw you to my girls so they can tear you apart in their fuck-fury. There will be no escaping them. Once they are set upon you they will hunt you down and take their insatiable passions out upon your body. Put simply, my sweet, they will ravish you to death. Since you cannot hide from them, nor be one of them, your only hope is to rise above them. Your only hope is to become my lover. You have been prying in the wrong place and now Darkness is coming to find you. Your only remaining choice is whether to become a part of it or be smothered by it.’

Mimi felt the fingers slide from her puss. The woman brought them up to her lips and greedily sucked them clean. Mimi could smell her scent upon them. It seemed such a rude act, one she might have shrunk from had anyone else done it, but the witch’s open greediness for Mimi’s juice made it completely scintillating. It was almost enough compensation for having her desperate pussy left empty. The witch’s threatening words should have killed the passion but they made it burn even hotter in Mimi’s belly. Perhaps it was the spell that had been cast upon her, or perhaps it was the underlying belief that the fantastical talk was just part of an intricate seduction. Most probably it was the fact that Mimi now wanted this woman more than anyone or anything ever, and nothing else seemed to matter, especially not the pussy-wetting thought of being ravished to death by a bunch of wild pagan vixens!

Mimi was kissed again and she tasted the tang of her own desire on the witch’s lips. Then the woman was pushing her breasts back inside her dress and Mimi realised with a panic that the witch wasn’t bluffing. She was bringing an end to this little tryst when it was barely past the teasing stage. It should have been a relief. Mimi should have been grateful she had been released before she was plunged way too deep to ever surface again. Instead she felt almost bereft, like a great prize was being wrenched from her grasp. She needed this woman to make her come. She needed to engage her again while the heat was still between them, let passion take over so that her climax was assured.

‘Let me lick you,’ Mimi said.

‘When you are my lover,’ Morgana replied.

Mimi let out a single involuntary sob. She felt utterly helpless. Somewhere at the back of her mind a sensible voice was telling her to seize the initiative back, to realise that her current burning need was caused by a maliciously cast magic spell, not nature. The witch was trying to put her off, to distract her from asking questions about Haydn Shady and his criminal deeds. That’s what she had to do: pull herself together and ask some tough questions, ask about the kidnapping of young men to be used as slaves.

‘I want to give you my bottom to spank’ was what she actually said.

Mimi felt the breath catching in her chest. Her hand automatically came up to her mouth and she blinked three or four times in silent disbelief at the words she had spoken. It was easily the rudest, most suggestive thing she had ever said to anyone. She could feel the heat of embarrassment flush across her cheeks. The witch was giving her a look of sympathy but it didn’t make her feel any less ridiculous. Worse still, she really wanted the spanking. Hearing the words out loud, even from her own lips, had caused another little gush of excitement to flow from her puss. She wanted to force the issue, to hide her shame by crawling across the witch’s lap, but she couldn’t make her muscles move.

‘When you can
properly
give yourself to me, come to me and tell me that once more,’ said Morgana. ‘Until then, you have to go. I’m not refusing you just to tease. To be my lover you must commit to me completely, or the magic will never work between us. You cannot be just another of my girls. We cannot just fuck. With us it must be all or nothing. If you give yourself to me I promise you will never regret it, but if you don’t I cannot promise that I can save you from the coming danger.’

The alarm bells should have been ringing, but still Mimi wondered if she might yet force her frozen muscles into action and turn to offer her bare bum to the witch. Morgana didn’t wait to see if this could happen. She rose and crossed to select one of the books from the row on the ledge. It was small, bound in leather so dark it was almost black. When Mimi took it, she felt a spark from it hit her palm.

‘Read the first chapter,’ Morgana said. ‘It will explain the teachings of your High Priestess. It will show you how you must act from now on. Keep me in mind at all times. When you are ready to be my lover you must perform the Rite of Surrender the night before you come to me. Take this candle. You must show your
cūlus
to heaven and put this inside you. Look.’

The witch took the book and opened it to show a crude drawing of a naked girl on her back with her hips raised completely off the floor, so her bottom was pointing upwards. A lit candle was sticking straight up from her body. The subject had her knees splayed so that her pussy was visible and open, meaning the candle was being held by her anus.

‘You may need to lean against the wall to do it,’ Morgana said, clearly seeing Mimi looking aghast. ‘Light the candle and say my name and think of us naked together, kissing and touching. Hold yourself wide open so that the drips of the hot wax can fall right inside your
cunnus.
As each drip lands say out loud, “Priestess, I give you my heart and soul.” When the thirteenth drip has landed inside you, snuff out the candle before any more drips can fall, get onto your hands and knees, push the candle as far inside you as you can and then rub your little
landīca
for all you are worth. Do it as fast as possible and think of me doing it to you. Keep saying that you love me until your climax comes. Your orgasm will be six times wetter and more intense than any you have previously had, but don’t worry because that will be the norm from that time on. Find me the next morning. I will know that you have performed the rite so I shall be expecting you. I will strip you and perform the Rite of Satiation upon you, and then I will give you that one little prick and take your single drop of blood. Then you will be mine. We will be free to make love for all time. I will even spank you, if you want. On that first day you may ask me for anything your heart and body desire.’

As she was speaking, the witch pressed the book back into Mimi’s hands and guided her out of the door into the afternoon sunshine. She blew her a final kiss and then shut the door before any more words could be exchanged. Mimi stood for maybe two silent minutes just staring at the door, running over the witch’s last words. It should have been the biggest load of mumbo-jumbo imaginable, but Mimi was buzzing with the excitement of it. She pressed the book and the slim candle to her chest as if they were the most precious gifts on earth. She was picturing giving herself up to the witch, casting aside her beliefs and feeling the singe of burning wax inside her womb. It suddenly seemed such an easy thing to do.

She didn’t even make it off the estate before she was compelled to pull up by some trees on the long private road, recline her seat, get her high heels up onto the dashboard and thrust two fingers up her hot, saturated puss. She masturbated and moaned out loud, repeating the witch’s name, hoping her words carried back to Morgana’s cottage. She felt possessed. Her knees were wide apart and her hips were off the seat, coming up in desperation to meet the upward thrust of her fingers. She wanted to rip her blouse open to bare her breasts and pinch them as she had pinched Morgana’s. She wanted to slap her own wet quim, hard. She wished the girls of the estate would sniff her out and watch her before prising open the doors to ravage her.

She couldn’t see straight for ten minutes after her orgasm. She had to stay there, panting hard, sitting on her hands to stop them creeping back and starting all over again. Even with the release nothing cleared in her mind. Wanting Morgana was still paramount. It was one hell of a spell the witch had placed upon her but if all she ever felt was this driving urge for rudeness of the dirtiest kind then she could live with that. She even wondered if she could fall in love quickly enough to be back at Morgana’s by the morning, so they could carry on immediately from where they left off.

The spell shattered with alarming speed when Mimi eventually arrived home. She hadn’t even realised she had opened the letter. She had hung her jacket over a chair in the kitchen and poured herself a Diet Coke from the fridge, all on autopilot, her mind still full of Morgana’s beauty. She must have seen the letter addressed to her and opened it because there it was in her hand. She hadn’t recognised the handwriting on the envelope but it was immediately obvious the author was the mother of Dominic, her ex-boyfriend. Inside was a copy of another letter, written by Dominic himself, telling his parents that he had not gone back to his studies but had gone elsewhere, though where remained unspecified. They were not to worry, he told them. He was safe, so they were not to try and find him under any circumstances. The mother, in understandably frantic tones, was entreating Mimi to reveal anything she might know about Dominic’s disappearance.

Mimi found herself shaking, her head suddenly clear of the nonsense of her lust-crazy afternoon. The heat of her desire was replaced by a chill. She knew nothing of Dominic’s plans, but remembered his aloofness during their last meetings and particularly his distraction that final day they spent together in the woods. He had been checking his phone constantly, as if awaiting a message or call. He hadn’t wanted a lift to the station, presumably because he had no intention of boarding the train. Of all the things Mimi didn’t know, she
did
know one thing with crystal clarity: Dominic’s disappearance exactly mirrored that of the other local lads. Wherever they had gone, he had gone too. Mimi strongly suspected that place was a lot nearer than everyone imagined.

Suddenly the Missing Lads Case was a story after all, and threatened to have far more sinister overtones than anyone in the village could possibly guess. Haydn Shady was almost certainly behind it and that meant danger. The missing lads had been either tricked or tempted into what others had clearly referred to as slavery. They were surely in peril and she had to find them. Murder was not inconceivable, including her own; the witch had intimated that very fact.

She shivered again, this time at the thought of how close she had just come to the jaws of the trap. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again. She would do her job, unearth the facts and take her case to the police – just before she broke her exclusive to an enthralled public. She needed evidence, of course, or the police would laugh her out of town. She needed to return to the estate. She would jump back into the fire to track down Dominic and free him, to find evil Shady and the hordes of lust-mad witches. First, though, she had to pleasure herself, right away, because the images of Morgana’s gorgeous milky breasts were creeping back, and there was no way she could defeat the compulsion to make herself come thinking about them.