Witch Hunter (28 page)

All this happened in mere moments, an explosive attack that already had her on the brink of unconsciousness and possibly even oblivion. She knew the others had found her now and were massing. She could feel their slaps on her back and legs, the hands tearing away the scraps of her top so that her breasts could be got at. They were also pulling at the girl behind and eventually prised her free. The dildo was replaced almost immediately by another that opened her bum up just as it was closing tight, giving her another harsh penetration that sent jolting currents of sensation directly into her bursting sex. Her hands were grasped. The girls above and below were trying to hold onto their quarry but others had bound ropes around her wrists and were attempting to pull her free. She was going to be torn apart as they took her, as Morgana had predicted.

The one behind tried one deep plunge too many and fell out, no doubt aided by a pull at her hair from behind. Mimi felt herself being dragged forward. Although the girl below was grasping on for dear life, Mimi was hauled off, the dildo sliding out of her with a loud slurp. She was on her knees being propelled forward, smacks raining down on her bum. Someone was trying to fill her with her hand from behind but the forward motion was preventing it. She was heading towards a tree, two girls tugging on the ropes looped around her wrists. They got her to the trunk and were pulling her hair to make her rise off her knees, but her legs were buckling from the explosion of pain across her buttocks, caused, it seemed, by blows from thin cane-like branches or switches of thorn stems. Thank God her bum was fat enough to protect her bulging cunt from these cutting strikes.

Her arms were pulled around the trunk and secured so that she was hugging it, her tits squashed against the rough bark, the contact harsh on her erect nipples. Then her legs were pulled from under her too, so that she had to grip the trunk with her thighs. Ropes were fastened around her ankles, pulled tight and secured. She was now tied to the tree, completely off the ground. The switches on her bottom were being joined by lashes from nettles and her skin was fizzling from the rashes raising and spreading across it. That made her panic again, and this in turn exacerbated the sweep of fire over her skin. It was frightful and frightening, but at the same time almost unbearably scintillating.

Her grip on the trunk would never be strong enough and despite the ropes she felt herself slowly beginning to slide down, scratching her tortured nipples further. A body slammed into her back to hold her in place and began jabbing away before finding her open puss with the dildo and sinking it in. She was ravished thus, the dildo being slammed in and out. The false prick mostly slid in and out of her sex, but twice it found her arse instead and drove up it with no less gusto. Mimi had a distant, detached notion that those orgasms were the hardest and the best. Eventually gravity took over and she continued to slide down until her fucker could not bend her knees enough to keep up the penetration. Mimi got a few precious seconds of respite, sitting in a heap at the base of the trunk, but only while they untied her.

She felt the noose go round her neck and she had the notion that they were going to haul her off the ground and try to fuck her as she dangled, the rope cutting off her air supply. Even this did not alarm her. There was too much else going on and everything was surreal. How can you worry about being hanged when you had at least six fingers slapping in and out of your inflamed pussy, two thirds of a plastic cock in your arse and your nipples being stretched to three times their normal size? The noose idea didn’t come to anything, because the girl up her bum won the day, pulling Mimi back so that they were both facing the sky, Mimi on top. The girl reached down, grasped Mimi’s thighs and pulled and pinched at the skin until she had drawn Mimi’s knees up and could take a grip behind them.

Mimi thought she might have had a smile on her face, even though tears were streaming from her eyes. Her endorphin rush had long since kicked in, so now everything was plain glorious, just layer upon layer of pleasure that had her delirious. She felt suddenly clear-minded and detached from her fate, able to calmly consider each element of this terrible, wonderful fuck-explosion that would eventually end her. She was able to analyse each sensation in isolation. She decided she rather liked having her cunt spanked, and the feeling of nettles being dragged over her sensitive lips. She loved the rudeness of fingers that had been in her bum and the hunters’ bums being wiped on her face and pushed into her mouth. She liked having her belly fat bitten, her nipples forced by scraping fingernails up into a tight bottom.

With her knees up and apart she was ripe for the taking and the invitation was not refused. A fat dildo sank into her open sex. She might have screamed. She had no idea if she was even awake any more. She seemed to be watching it all from above, able to see the beauty of their perfect white bodies and pretty, makeup-strewn faces. They looked wild and rabid but totally alluring. She wanted them all over her, all at once. How would a single penetration ever be enough for her again? It was perhaps just as well she would never have to worry about such things.

With her bum full and her quim being rammed in and out, there was still more to come.

If she thought about Morgana and called her name she would climax, that’s what the witch had said. She couldn’t call out. Her brain was shutting down and her mouth was full. In her head the witch was coming to her, floating beside her somewhere in the treetops so that they could look down upon the sight together. Mimi said Morgana’s name. She said that she did love her after all, and the two of them kissed. Mimi’s pussy felt fabulous, slick and full and ultra-sensitive. This had to be what heaven was like. As they kissed, the sun came out from behind a cloud and shone bright upon her face. Then she was gasping for oxygen. Morgana still had her by the hair, reaching down from her horse to clasp it.

‘Get her up here so I can whip her!’ she cried.

Mimi was shattered to have been saved from such a comforting, blissful demise, only to have further torture visited upon her. Any more was almost pointless. She could barely feel it. She was dragged up by the ropes at her wrists. She was forced into the flank of the witch’s mount and the ropes taken over its back. Then she was hauled up by four of the girls, her feet lifting clear of the ground. The witch had her by the hair and was pulling too and Mimi found herself bundled over Morgana’s knees, one hip jammed hard against the front of the saddle.

The whip came down hard across her prone behind, the force jamming her poor puss into the witch’s knee. The girls gave out more banshee screams and danced around with the joy of seeing their Priestess in action. Mimi felt the strokes land, her bum still not so abused that it couldn’t feel more pain and send the shock straight to her clit. It was too much though. She could take no more and come no more. It was an immeasurable cruelty of the witch to drag her from her calm passing and inflict more torture. She wouldn’t get the chance to slip away so contentedly again. The endorphins would wear off and the men would come to ravage her. She didn’t know how many of their cocks she could take. Nasty, sadistic Morgana – why did the witch hate her so?

Then the Priestess yelled and the horse jerked beneath them, scattering the gathered girls. Mimi felt the hand press hard upon her back and the slapping, hurtful impact of her face against the horse’s side. Then she realised – they were moving, fast. The horse was galloping and Morgana was urging it on. The wails of the girls behind were turning to screams of rage. A
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went gliding past, a foot in front of her face, thrown in anger. They were out of the trees and going up the hill towards the safety of the wood. Although she thought she might bounce off at any moment, Mimi managed to look back and watch the savages rush out of the wood, screeching and jumping and stamping their feet, gnashing their teeth because their quarry had been taken from them.

She watched them as the horse galloped her away. The girls did not follow. They just stood pulling each other’s hair and trying to gang-fuck the ones already bare down below. Just as the fleeing pair reached the summit and the cover of the trees, the Master emerged from the wood on horseback, flanked by his escort. He looked like he might spur on his mount and give chase, but in the end he stayed put. It was impossible at that distance, but Mimi was convinced she could make out his piercing eyes glaring at her. Then they were in the wood and the witch was steering them swiftly between grey trunks, never letting up. It still took a little while for it to dawn upon Mimi that she was being rescued.

Some time later Mimi was aware that they had stopped somewhere amongst the trees. The witch had spread her foxskin cloak on the ground and laid Mimi upon it. She was giving her comfort and telling her to wait, but Mimi wasn’t going anywhere, because all she wanted to do was sleep. Then she had her head raised and was told to sip the tonic from the metal beaker. She was dimly aware that she was now dressed, in the combination of tracksuit bottoms and T-shirt worn by the trainee bacchantes at their class. Her body ached, but her quim still felt hot with pleasure. It seemed she was never going to escape that feeling when close to the witch.

‘I’m sorry I had to whip you,’ Morgana was saying, ‘but I had to get you on the horse without making the girls suspicious. They wouldn’t have let me take you from them without a fight. I’ve soothed your body with my juniper lotion so it should heal quicker. Does your bottom hurt much? I have a spell that can take the bruising away inside but it means taking a live adder up into it and I’m fresh out of them at the moment.’

It was still all too surreal but the tonic was having a calming effect. The bitterness had left Morgana’s eyes, so she just looked young and beautiful again, even a little lost. Mimi dropped off and slept fitfully while the witch tended to her as best she could. Sirens woke her, and the sound of overworked car engines. She could see flashes of blue in her periphery.

‘Are they coming for you?’ she asked.

‘Yes,’ Morgana replied. ‘For all of us. I think that shit of a slave must have brought them here. I did recite a little incantation to make his ropes undo, but I wasn’t sure if it would work.’

‘If they catch you, will you go to jail? Have you done much wrong?’

‘I have been alive for over two thousand years. I have a different idea of morality from you. I’ve done a good many things that society says are wrong, some of which that slave knows about and will have told the police. And no, I cannot go to jail. I will die there within weeks. I have been condemned many times over the years, always by men. They hate that I might have some power over them, some control. Even if I promise to give them everything, they still cannot bear to defer to me, even in this day and age. They will always want to defeat me. Don’t worry, though. My soul knows how to survive them, even if this body cannot.’

‘I won’t tell the police about you. If they ask I will say you only ever treated me with kindness, that you saved my life. I’m sorry I couldn’t be your lover. The idea was all a bit … bizarre.’

‘I know, sweetie,’ the witch said with a smile. ‘A hundred years ago you wouldn’t have thought twice about it. You would never have had the slightest doubt that I am who I am. But not these days. These days the magic has all gone. And now you must go too, while it is safe to do so. If he has run, he will surely find you, and I can’t protect you any more.’

‘Why did you help me? If you had let them take me then no one would have ever found out. The police wouldn’t be here now.’

‘Because it was over for me one way or another. I might be able to crawl away and live for a year or more but I wouldn’t know happiness and my spirit would be crushed. That is no way to exist. And because I love you. I know you don’t believe it but I do. I can’t help it, it just is. There is no spell I know that can take it away. Sometimes the life of someone you love is more important than your own.’

‘I hope I see you again,’ said Mimi.

The witch smiled. The poor girl still didn’t understand. She had bumbled into the world of the coven without ever grasping its reality. It was amazing how few people these days were prepared to think and consider and believe. Everything was so superficial, yet offer them pure pleasure and guiltless sex and all they wanted was to raise moral objections to it.

‘Maybe,’ Morgana said.

Then Mimi was up and stumbling on shaky legs out of the trees and into the road, where she managed a few more paces before sinking to her knees, and a policeman was shouting and pointing at her and running to her aid.

It was actually Dominic who had freed Gavin, not the witch’s magic. As soon as the Master had gone after the hunter girls, he had released his fellow slave and together they had run to the police. Gavin knew an awful lot about his Master’s wrongdoings. He knew where the drugs were hidden, where the damning documentation and ledgers had been secreted, even where a body had been buried. Gavin was now in a witness protection programme. Shady was in jail pending trial, with no chance of bail. The bacchante girls had to be released, since there was nothing obvious to charge them with. They slipped back into society, to continue their wanton lifestyles in other ways. The slaves were sheepishly reunited with their families and given counselling. They were considered victims of a cult.

Dominic had his place at university reinstated, albeit a year late. His evidence was logged but he wouldn’t be needed at the trial, not with Gavin as a star witness and the villain caught with over a million pounds’ worth of cocaine in his possession. Shady had all his assets seized by the Crown, including the estate lands, which were deemed forfeit and put in trust. They were now overseen by a committee including the aged Baron and his heirs. The plans for the road seemed to have been scuppered, although while unscrupulous minds were at large there was always a chance that the scheme would come back to haunt the village.

The villain’s accomplice, Miss Morgana Innamorato, remained at large, there having been no sign of her in the nine months since the police first swooped. The hunt for her was still officially on, since only a couple of people realised that, once driven from her home, she would be unable to survive for long. Few missed her, but Mimi was among them. The young journalist had seen her exclusives grace the front page for a week immediately after the event, and there were related articles at regular intervals during the following months. Her standing at the paper improved immeasurably. She was often given the prime jobs, such as the one she was on her way to at the moment, a meeting with a certain Dr Paulina Calan of the British Lepidoptera Society. It seemed the notion of rare butterflies on the estate lands was not so far-fetched after all. If their existence could be proved, perhaps protection could be granted to keep the land safe at last.