Witch Hunter (8 page)

She couldn’t quite explain what her body had been crying out for, but it was like she had needed to explode. She had wanted to scream. She had wanted to pee, massively. Most of all she had wanted a
huge
prick inside her from the rear. Or if not a prick then fingers, or a whole hand, things that under normal circumstances she could never dream of taking inside her body – and not just in her pussy but in her virgin bottom. She had wanted to be filled way beyond anything she had ever experienced.

She had wanted all the girls behind her, pinching her, slapping her, squeezing her desperate clitty so cruelly. Even now that the girls had been forced to wipe the happy sneers from their faces and refocus on their tutor, Mimi still wished she had the strength to risk further humiliation, to bend over bare-arsed in front of them all and let them do their worst.

The blood was banging in her ears and all the noises of the class were muffled. Her vision was tear-blurred and everything seemed to be going on as if under water. The girls had gone back to their potion recipe and were copying down the witch’s words. They had the herbs and leaves on their desks, and were examining them, drawing them so that they could later identify them as well as their properties. Mimi’s desk was empty except for a blank sheet of paper and a pencil. The girl next to her was speaking and passing over a sprig of sweet-smelling herb. Mimi couldn’t quite hear the words yet through her cloth ears.

Now, as the class continued writing their notes, they were being called up one by one. For the first time Mimi realised the girls were dressed identically, in black tracksuit bottoms and red T-shirts. It had to be a dream. Each girl stood before the witch and pulled her top up so that her belly paunch could be inspected and prodded. Then they would pull down their tracksuits to expose a bottom confined within a pair of tight black cotton short-style knickers, and the witch would measure them at the fullest part. Finally she would check the firmness of the hips and give her one-word verdict.

‘Elixir,’ she was saying, and the latest just-scrutinised girl was turning with an elated smile and skipping away to her desk. Her hearing was returning to Mimi now and she realised the girl at the next desk was still talking to her, still passing the herbs over for Mimi to memorise.

‘You have to do the recipe,’ the girl said. ‘It’s to make your boyfriend’s balls grow bigger and shoot ten times harder.’

The joyful thought of this was visible in the girl’s bright eyes. Mimi had thought the
cōleī
Morgana had spoken of was some kind of muscle, but it appeared to mean the testes. A potion to make your boyfriend ejaculate ten times harder – that’s what she was meant to be learning.

‘How does that help you get slim?’ she said, suddenly incredulous again, more herself, the only sane one amongst the madness.

‘You can lose weight through Increased Carnal Proclivities,’ said the girl. ‘And if your boyfriend ingests the potion and you ingest his seed, it makes your magic stronger too. All the male slaves have to drink the potion. Anyway, we don’t have to be
slim
, we have to be
just right.
Some even need fattening up. Priestess Morgana will decide.’

‘Elixir,’ Morgana again announced, and the latest just-measured girl turned around, beaming her excitement.

It was all too much for Mimi. The questions were buzzing around her befuddled head, all jostling to be the most imperative.

‘What slaves?’ she asked, and received a look in return that suggested she was more than stupid.

‘Our Lord Bacchus provides us with male slaves, as is the custom. Rumour has it they are all really
fit
.’

The girl was giggling again now, her eyes alive with the thought of these good-looking slaves. ‘He gets them from round here but they are all totally buff. They are kept on the other side of the estate but when you are trained and ready you can have them as many times as you like. You’ve got a really nice bum, by the way. Can I lick you when we get to playtime?’

‘Elixir!’ Morgana proclaimed once more from the background, and another girl smilingly returned to her desk.

Mimi’s head was now close to spontaneously combusting. So many questions yet no clue where best to start. She could only manage a small nod in reply to the other girl’s request. It had been so simply put, as if she had merely asked to borrow a pencil. The thought of being taken by this pretty thing amid some kind of public ceremony was threatening to make Mimi dissolve. The situation was now way beyond surreal.

‘Who is your Lord?’ she finally managed to say, but in her head this girl was already behind her, and her jeans were coming down.

‘I’ve not seen him yet because I’m too new,’ said the girl with a shrug. ‘But some here have and they say he’s got the best thingy in the world. They say he comes so hard you can feel it burst in your belly. When we are trained we might get to have him
inside
us, not just in our mouths. He is really big and has eyes like ice. They can turn you to stone, apparently. But it’s his sexual power we are here to worship, not his eyes.’

So it
was
all just a load of rubbish: ice-eyed classical gods who happened to have shifted their heavenly realm to deepest Buckinghamshire. It was a pity to break the spell, especially since all the girls here were so obviously transfixed by it. Mimi wondered how the so-called Priestess, still happily proclaiming ‘Elixir!’ to each newly measured girl, profited from the whole charade. She hadn’t even charged Mimi an entry fee for tonight.

It seemed like an elaborate fabrication to enable a bum-obsessed, clearly deranged (if rather delicious) female to play at being a witch, to let her strip a few chosen young females to their knickers and deal out an impromptu spanking here or there. Yet the girl had said others had seen these slaves, and the word ‘kept’ had been used, suggesting the slaves were there under duress. But how could these supposedly local males possibly be held there without anyone in the vicinity noticing their absence? Suddenly her blood ran cold. The Missing Lads Case – the story she thought was not a story.

‘Purging!’ Morgana loudly announced, cutting through Mimi’s latest onrush of thoughts. The happy chatter all around died instantly and was replaced by gasps. The atmosphere of nervous excitement was instantly palpable. The girl at the front had not turned with a smile as all the others had done. She was standing with her hand over her mouth, looking shaken and pale. Yet
all
the girls looked pale – how had Mimi not noticed this before? This one definitely had the widest hips to have been measured that night. Her bum was pronounced, though not as much as Mimi’s own. Whatever this ‘purging’ meant, the bottom seemed to be the offender. By the look on the girl’s face she was to get something much less pleasurable than the elixir promised to the others.

A hush had descended. The last girl had not returned to her seat but had gone to stand in front of the witch’s desk, her back to the class. She was in trouble for sure, and all the others were glad about it. Mimi was going to ask her neighbour what was going on but Morgana was suddenly right there in front of her, bending forward to say in measured tones that class for her was over and that it was time for her to go. The witch backed her statement with a little smile and a nod, to show there was no room for negotiation. Despite the strangeness of this gathering, all Mimi wanted to do was stay and find out what was coming to the chosen girl, what other bizarre rituals were due to be played out that night.

As Mimi reluctantly left the room, her bottom seemed to her miraculously unharmed, merely glowing with residual pleasure. She knew her departure was being monitored so she duly got into her car and drove off some hundred yards or more until she was around a bend and covered by a stand of trees. There she pulled over, got out again and hurried through the blackness back towards the small square of light showing from the single small window at the rear of the clubhouse. Despite her earlier exertions, her need to witness proceedings got her there quicker than she could have hoped. The window was too high but an upturned discarded beer crate proved an adequate booster. She tentatively peered in, getting a view almost identical to the one she would have had from her desk, and almost fell off her perch with surprise.

In her absence the girl at the desk had been bent over it, her tracksuit and knickers in a heap on the floor. Standing on one side of her fat, stuck-out rear end was one of the other girls, holding a large pewter jug. On her other side was Morgana, the long red robe she had been wearing now pulled up around her middle as she placed what seemed to be some long object into a harness at her crotch. Mimi had seen strap-ons during her internet searches, so there was no doubt what was to happen. However, what then stood out from the witch’s crotch was no ordinary dildo. It looked more like some kind of animal horn, with a gentle upward curve. It was smooth and tapered, although not to a point, as if the end had been snipped off.

The witch said something and her helper tipped the jug and carefully poured out a thick, bright liquid, blood-red in colour, all over the naked arse of the victim. The liquid gleamed and clung to her skin, sticking and covering the rump, sliding ever so slowly down the backs of her legs.

In all the excitement, Mimi had failed to notice that the witch had now removed her outer gown and stood in only heels and a black basque, her buttocks almost entirely on view except for the top portion covered by the harness at her waist. And what a bottom she had, simply the most glorious one Mimi could imagine, the most exciting thing she had ever witnessed. She had always quite liked the sight of other girls but never lusted after any. Now, suddenly, this bare female bottom was the sexiest thing she had ever clapped eyes upon and she wanted it more than anything else, ever. She didn’t even know what to
do
with it – smother herself with it, taste it;
anything
just to be worshipping it.

Mimi was totally transfixed as she watched the witch hold the girl by the hips and drive herself forward against the punished rump. Back and forth the witch went, her full, white, peachy-soft arse cheeks so firm they barely wobbled as they slammed the horn home. It was a rough fucking that transfixed all witnesses. More and more Mimi was tempted to smash the glass to get to the witch’s bottom, to
give
herself to it. She didn’t know whether the victim was having puss or bottom filled but she suspected – hoped – it was the latter. She even forced her hand down the back of her jeans and knickers to find her own tiny hole with her finger and pushed it in as best she could, just to have some idea of the joy the purged victim was now feeling.

At last the Priestess left the girl and perched on a desk on the other side of the room, whilst her victim lay spent.

Two other girls were summoned to Morgana’s side and she kissed them lightly in turn. They worked away at her back and then, to Mimi’s delight, the basque was lifted away and the witch was left with her breasts free. If her bottom had been a revelation the breasts were every bit as captivating. Mimi heard herself sob with the desperation of not being able to touch the witch. She knew the juice that had been leaching from her all evening would now be visibly soaking her denim-covered crotch. Her pussy felt absolutely molten. Never did she think she could be so hopelessly attracted to another human being, let alone a female. She was utterly spellbound.

Morgana again kissed the girls who had stripped her, more forcefully this time. Then she was pushing them down and they were seeking her nipples. Mimi watched, eaten up with jealousy, as the Priestess closed her eyes, gasped and threw her head back. The two girls sucked hard, clutching and squeezing the beautiful firm breasts as they feasted. Morgana had to pull them off by the hair, such was their hunger. She held the soft orbs herself, one in each hand, holding them in triumph, her fingers rising to pinch the nipples. Then Mimi saw it. Again she hit her nose on the glass as she instinctively peered in for a closer look.

There was a small drop at the end of one teat, a pure white tear of milk from the witch’s nipple. Morgana took the drip onto her finger and raised it to her lips. She closed her eyes as if in rapture and let out a laugh of glee. The two girls looked hungrily on as their Priestess coaxed more drops from her teats, squeezing and pulling at them so that the drips flowed faster.

Two more girls were summoned up and they pushed the others aside and fell upon the tits to gorge themselves. Again they drank as if it was their lifeblood and both had to be forcibly pulled away to give the next two their turn. The girls who had been given the first taste of the witch’s milk then began to forcibly kiss this next pair, as if hoping to steal the last remnants of the precious liquid from their lips. That word came instantly back to mind:
elixir
.

How Mimi wanted to taste it. She didn’t care if it bewitched her or even cursed her. The next two were now gorging themselves, their cheeks hollow with the force of their sucking, the supply seemingly endless. Morgana still had her eyes shut and her mouth open in a wide smile, gasping from time to time at the joy of being feasted upon so hard. She pulled them back by their hair to tease the girls and both instinctively sucked harder upon the nipple, catching it in their teeth, such was their reluctance to lose it. Mimi saw each teat stretch impossibly before pinging clear of the biting grip.

As soon as Morgana released her hold of the girls’ hair they were back suckling again. Their greed clearly gave the witch much pleasure. She stroked the girl’s backs and kissed the top of their heads tenderly. She whispered to them in turn and they responded by pulling down their tracksuits and knickers to get their bottoms bare. The girls each grasped and crushed the firm flesh of the breast at their mouth, their urgency seeming to increase as they felt their Priestess’s hand sliding down behind them towards their bare behinds.

Morgana buried her fingers into them from the rear, two digits pushing between the squashed mounds of their buttocks, seeking their warmest place. Mimi could see from the way the girl’s eyes screwed shut in pleasure that the fingers were inside them. Imagine having that beautiful woman’s slender fingers filling your melting pussy while her sweet milk flooded your mouth.