Witch Hunter (27 page)

‘You mean you are going to murder him.’

‘Almost immediately. You might consider a joint funeral?’

‘What about the butterflies, the Site of Special Scientific Interest?’

‘There is no S.S.S.I., you stupid bitch. I forged it all – the inspection, the certificate and documentation. When people are so trusting and so foolish, is it any wonder that I walk all over them?’

He spat on the ground in contempt for her apparent stupidity and turned to one of the mounted slaves.

‘Take this whore over to the Priestess and have her use the pump,’ he commanded.

The slave trotted forward and took Mimi by her hair so that she had to jog beside him over to the group of females. The bacchantes were all done out in their warpaint and were bristling with rage and lust. They still looked gorgeous, even though they were so deadly. The Priestess could barely bring herself to look at her, so there would be no clemency on her part. Mimi felt the anger swell. What right had this witch to expect anything from her? Who else would have given up everything, gone against all common sense, sworn herself into a life spent hidden from society, just on the vague promise that decadence and fucking with another woman was all your soul need ever crave? It was fanciful and utterly absurd, as was everything about Morgana.

‘The Master wants you to use the pump on her,’ the slave said, looking in the Priestess’s direction.

‘She won’t be able to run,’ Morgana replied, still not looking at Mimi.

The slave just shrugged and turned his horse away to return to his Master. The Priestess snorted and dismounted. She took Mimi by the shoulder and guided her back up to the treeline, where an open oak coffer was situated, displaying an array of dildos and other sexual apparatus. She took out the pump, a black rubber bulb connected by a tube to what looked like a clear plastic oxygen mask. Without speaking she knelt and pulled off Mimi’s leggings to reveal her naked puss. Her face was level with it and oddly, for all Mimi’s fear and anger and incredulity, still she wished the witch would lean forward and kiss her clitty as she had the day before.

‘Those bitches are going to put their fists in you, you do know that, don’t you?’

Morgana was speaking like an imploring mother, not like someone gloating at Mimi’s misfortune. She had returned to the box for a plastic bottle that she squeezed to deposit a few spurts of clear oil onto Mimi’s pussy mound. Lubrication was the key, to get a good seal. She smoothed the lubricant in with her fingertips and Mimi felt her knees weaken.

‘They won’t be anywhere near as gentle as I was,’ the witch continued. ‘They will go in two at a time. They will spank you and whip your arse with twigs. They will shove their fuck-sticks up you. Have you seen the nettles on the end of them? Have you any idea what it feels like to have nettle stings inside you? It’s not as pleasant as you might think. They will tie you to trees and try to pull you apart while they ravish you.’

Mimi could have pissed on the witch right then, straight in her face, if only she had had the courage. The oiling had been done and now Morgana was busy pressing the face-mask part of the pump apparatus to Mimi’s puss. The captive pulled at her restraints and tried to move away, but got a hard chiding slap to her bottom as a warning to stay still. Happy with the seal, the witch started to squeeze the bulb. Mimi could feel the gentle suction at her quim, a pleasant sensation amongst all the impending danger. Still she wasn’t sure what was to be achieved with this pump, but she soon found out.

As the air was sucked from the mask encircling her quim, her flesh began to swell to fill the vacuum. As it was so tight around her cunt it was only the delicate flesh there that was affected. Her outer lips began to balloon, growing fat as if they had been injected with saline, like oral plastic surgery gone wrong. Mimi could see them expanding within the pump. The flesh grew taut, like two fat sausages of labia that were threatening to break their skin, with a grotesquely plump clit pushing out between them, the hood three or four times its normal size and the bud itself poking out, large as a thumb. It was horribly fascinating, a trick she could never have imagined possible.

The witch paused for a second, presumably to allow the flesh time to stretch without bursting. Apart from the fright it induced, there were no adverse effects, no pain – quite the opposite, in fact. Mimi could already feel the hugely heightened sensitivity there, especially now her flesh had swollen enough to meet the plastic casing. It was like a rawness, a tenderness so intense that even the slightest touch of a tongue or finger might have brought her to a quaking climax. The witch didn’t stop but pumped the bulb again, drawing the flesh even further out, making the whole pussy ever more sensitive.

‘Try not to let them sting you while it’s still so swollen,’ Morgana said. ‘The orgasm might kill you. Why did you have to run from me? You are the only one who ever has. Together we might have been safe and I would have loved you like no other. You realise I would have taken you away from here if I could, away from him and all this? But I can’t. I cannot leave this place and keep my power for long.’

Mimi didn’t care about Morgana’s power. She didn’t realise that by ‘power’ the witch really meant ‘life’. There were many intricacies that were beyond her, like the threat Morgana faced from the Master’s promise to fuck her, or the threat of being forced from the cottage. She didn’t know the Master was tired of being tormented by the witch and wanted an end to it, one way or another. She didn’t know that Morgana was tied to the Master because without him her home would be lost. She didn’t know that by spurning Morgana she had left her high and dry, reluctantly resigned to taking her chances on her own, hoping vainly to stave off the Master’s advances. All Mimi thought was that this witch could save her if she chose to, but she wasn’t going to. She was all empty words. She would enjoy Mimi’s demise as much as the rest of them. She wasn’t easy to love but she was certainly easy to hate and Mimi wanted to hurt her.

‘He is going to sell the land whether you like it or not,’ she said, with as much spite as she could muster. ‘He already has. They are going to build a road right through it, so it looks like you can kiss goodbye to this place and your no-good powers!’

The witch eased the plastic cup away and Mimi gasped just from the breeze on her exposed swollen puss. It was true. Just gentle contact here might be enough to make her heart burst. Morgana was looking up at her, her eyes serious.

‘How do you know this?’ she asked.

‘I know everything about him and Pieter Bakkers, and the clause to buy the rest of the land. He just admitted it to me! The sale has already been agreed!’

Mimi’s surge of righteous glee died when she saw the witch’s face fall. She wanted to apologise for her smugness but Morgana had stood again and turned and was taking Mimi by the arm to drag her towards the girls. All other thoughts were blown aside as Mimi was forced to walk, the sensitivity in her quim making her wail as her thighs brushed it. She was stood in front of the line of girls, quaking from the electric tenderness between her legs, close to collapse. As the witch removed the restraints from her wrists and neck, Mimi saw that some of the bacchantes were indeed naked below the waist, and a couple of these were loosening their dildo harnesses and fighting over the pump so that they could give their own cunts the same nasty treatment. At least these would struggle to chase her.

The Priestess was back on her horse, looking crestfallen and even close to tears. Mimi couldn’t fathom why her words had caused such apparent distress. All she knew was that this minor victory was likely to bring down a storm of revenge once the witch caught up with her. There would be no gentle fuckings this time. Why hadn’t she just given this woman her heart? How could a life of unmatched pleasure not be preferable to all this? It was all too late now. Cold rationality had defeated pure emotion and left her with this senseless outcome. This was the problem when you let your head do the thinking – it silenced your heart. Never listen to logic. It will never have anything over magic.

Morgana blinked back the tears and sniffed.

‘You have as long as it takes that next girl to pump up her pussy to run,’ she said. ‘Then they are coming after you. Try to make it to the trees, that’s the best I can tell you. I have little control of them once they are let loose so you will have to trust to luck. When they catch you, don’t fight – it only makes it worse. You can try to defend yourself but that only makes them wilder and it wastes time. You have about ten minutes for them to do their worst before the men will come down. It will be a little easier from them but your end will be no less pleasant and if you succumb to the girls at least you won’t have to drink so much filthy ball-juice. The men have all taken tonics so their spurts will be huge. When the time comes, if you can manage to picture me and say my name out loud, I promise it will give you an orgasm just as you pass away. That is the only comfort I have for you now. I am sorry it has come to this, but now, my lovely, you must run for your life.’

It seemed pointless to run but the survival instinct kicked in anyway and Mimi found herself taking off down the hill. The feeling between her legs was immediately too much, the over-sensitive nerves in her distended pussy set alight by her thighs moving back and forth. She yelled with each hopping, limping stride, but she was going steeply down now and her forward momentum kept her going despite the almost overwhelming sensations in her puss. She could hear the whoops and wails of derision from behind and knew the hunters would be following the target of her big white bottom all the way down, zoning in on it, ready to seek and destroy.

Her eyes were blurred with tears and the ground was uneven, nearly making her fall countless times. It was a miracle she had got down as far as she had. It helped that the extreme sensation in her groin had calmed slightly, making every step a little more bearable, a pleasure she could just about cope with. She was maybe fifty yards from the valley bottom when another whoop went up behind her, suggesting the girls were on their way. Her heart was racing but her initial panic had subsided almost completely. Even though they were coming for her she didn’t feel the dread she should have. The reason was obvious and she knew it. She was mortified by it, but this didn’t make her legs go any faster. As she came to the bushes and looked left and right for some cover she knew she was slowing on purpose. Her treacherous pussy was taking over. The need within it to be plundered was so great that it was outweighing all logic. Some greedy, licentious part of her wanted them to catch her. She was dying for those plastic cocks to drive into her and deliver her puss from its swollen torment.

She ran left, instinctively putting distance between her and where the Master had stationed himself. Was it possible to be fucked to death? The throbbing, yearning desperation of her cunt told her it just might be. She thought of the clash, the explosion upon and in her body, and couldn’t feel any fear. She could sense them behind her now but it wasn’t just on the wind like those other times. Now it was more palpable, as if the air itself was swelling and resonating with their arrival. Her bum would be their first target and it felt hot, damp and completely vulnerable. She realised that the witch had surreptitiously spread just enough oil into her crack to allow some ease of entry. She almost laughed aloud at the woman’s subtle kindness.

Any moment now. She had a chance to break from the treeline and head up the slope at the other side but she declined, moving on aimlessly, barely covered by the undergrowth, barely jogging now. They were there and she could feel the pressure in her ears, fizzing in her blood, jolting in her quim. The touch, when it came, was only slight but down she went, bundled onto the grass so that she skidded along on her front. She could see the hide-covered backside of the first girl, who had overshot and was stumbling to her knees. Mimi’s reaction was not to get up and run, but to roll onto her back and raise her knees up, to get her thighs wide enough apart so that when the first penetration came it would be deep and accurate, a plunging drive all the way up her begging snatch.

A second girl slammed onto her, knocking the wind from her lungs, screaming into her face with her teeth showing white. Mimi thought for an instant that her throat would be torn out. The sharp nails were digging into her shoulders but despite the pain she was still able to realise that the savage smelt lovely and sweet. Then the dildo was rammed inside her and it was Mimi’s turn to scream. The rapid slide almost made her pass out, the thrill of it like all her previous orgasms rolled into one. The thrust was so hard the dildo was driven all the way in, and Mimi was way too wet to stop it. The girl’s crotch slapped against her swollen clit and sent the stars shooting behind her eyes. She felt a gush of wetness spraying her thighs and thought for a moment that her engorged lips must have burst, but a snatched glance showed that it was only the undammed juices of her desire.

The girl managed only three or four thrusts but each was dealt with a ferocity that suggested she wanted to split poor Mimi in two. Fortunately her quim was too wet and ready to allow this. Then the girl who had knocked her down was trying to get at her too. She was ripping at Mimi’s top, trying to get to her breasts, pulling her hair and the hair of the other girl. She was screaming and spitting and trying to drag Mimi clear. The one on top of her responded by rolling, taking Mimi with her so that they were first on their sides facing each other, and then Mimi was on top. The dildo was still deep inside her and she was aware she had instinctively forced herself hard down upon it. She felt her arse cheeks being gripped and splayed. She knew what was coming and took a deep breath, trying to ready herself for it. The other girl was at her rear end, thrusting blindly, trying to gain access. For a moment Mimi thought her pussy would be stretched further by this new dildo but it pulled back and took new aim, and then her bottom was being spread open by the plastic head.

Mimi was barely conscious from the joy of her plumped-up quim, so this new penetration ripped the last ounce of strength from her. It was brutal and delicious, a merciless drive that took no heed of the tightened muscles in Mimi’s back passage. It sent a sublime shudder through her, the searing shock mixed with total ecstasy. It was so beautiful that she kissed the savage still snarling beneath her and got her bottom lip bitten for her trouble, a sharp pain that only made her clit prickle even more. The girl behind humped her bottom, slapping against it and trying to drive in as deep as possible. She was yelling all the while, digging her nails into Mimi’s back and shoulders, and eventually succeeding in ripping her tight cotton top apart. Mimi’s bare skin was raked by both girls and her hair pulled by the one behind, but that only made her feel even more ecstatic.