A Witch's Predicament
Esme, a young herbalist, lives at the foot of a mountain, near a small village. She helps the villagers with their issues and lives a quiet life. Esme lives alone and the villagers often wonder why such a young and beautiful woman lives a life of seclusion. Esme's beauty is quite remarkable and the village males can't help but remain astounded whenever she visits their village. Her attire is very alluring which goes well with her sultry voice and mischievous attitude. Her black corset-like top barely holds her voluptuous breasts and if not for the white lacing, her nipples would have been exposed all the time. Her arms are covered with matching black detached sleeves with white lacing at the top, which cover up to her elbows. There is an orange sash belt around her dainty waist. A long flowing purple skirt with a long slit starting from her upper thigh and black slightly pointed shoes completes her clothing. A rather large, black pointy hat with purple cloth wrapped around it covers her flowing red hair. Her thick, creamy white thighs stay exposed when she walks around and her heavy breasts bounce defiantly, making the village men and young boys hard and drool from arousal. They fantasize themselves with the scarlet-haired Esme in their wildest of dreams. Although many have tried to impress her in their pursuit to win her, Esme has denied and refused to go beyond occasional flirting and teasing.
What the villagers didn't know was, Esme is not an ordinary herbalist. She is a witch. A witch who is wanted for felony throughout the Wrezia Empire. She had broken the sacred laws of mages by practicing necromancy, dark magic and witchcraft and now was in hiding. The small village near the mountain in the middle of nowhere was a perfect hideout for Esme.
Esme was busy in the secret basement of her cabin. She was working on a new formula. This new formula would let her mind control anyone by turning them into her obedient puppets. She filled up the chemical mixture inside small crystal balls as those were easy to carry around and all she had to do was throw them at her target and as soon as the crystal breaks, the mixture inside will create thick smoke and allow Esme to control whoever inhales it.
She took one such crystal ball to test it out on one of her new test subjects, an undead! She had used her power of necromancy and reanimated a recently deceased person. Esme has never before tried to awaken a recently deceased person. She had more ease at summoning skeletal beings from the netherworld. Hence, she was having trouble controlling the undead as it kept refusing to do her bidding. Esme wanted to test out if this new formula would help her control the undead better.
The undead was standing at the corner of the basement room, kept in place within an enchanted circle. Esme carefully deactivated the circle before approaching a little closer so she could throw the crystal at the undead. As Esme approached the undead, it suddenly jumped up at her, startling her in the process and the crystal fell out of her hand and landed right beside her feet. She was engulfed in smoke and she coughed her way away from there. But it was too late, she had inhaled her own formula and was beginning to feel dizzy. She tried to stay awake and make her way out of the basement but suddenly lost all power in her limbs and slumped on the floor. Esme heard the low growling from the undead and saw him standing nearby and staring at her.
"Well… at least it seems docile than before.." she murmured to herself.
Esme began feeling weird, her body was acting strange and she felt her heart beating faster than normal.
"What is happening to me?" Esme tried to get up on her feet. Suddenly she felt two strong hands lifting her up. Esme gasped and looked up and saw it was the undead, now completely calm as he pulled her up.
"Why do I feel so weak? I… I can barely stand straight" Esme thought to herself. A portal opened behind her and to her surprise 2 skeletal minions from the nether world came out of it.
"Why are those here? I didn't summon them… Did I?" She had barely finished her thought when she saw the two skeletons each grab hold of her arms and begin dragging her towards the far wall of her basement.
"Wh… What are you doing? Stop! I order you.. What's happening?" Esme struggled to free herself.
The skeletons took Esme near the wall and to her shock began tying her up to the shackles dangling from the ceiling. Soon her arms were stretched out wide by the same shackles she used to keep people, animals and other victims captive for experiments. Esme began screaming and cursing, trying her best to order the minions to release her, but they stood there silently.
"What the hell is happening here? Why can't I control my own minions… And what is this overwhelming feeling all over my mind and body?" Esme was lost in confusion.
"My body… my body is burning… why do I feel so hot?" Esme began panting as her face flushed red and beads of sweat formed on her forehead and above her lips.
"Uuugghh… Someone please rip off my clothes… I can't bear this heat!" Esme gasped as soon as this thought ran through her mind! What was she thinking? Why was thinking this way? She looked ahead and saw the undead male approaching her with something in her hands. Her eyes widened as she saw him holding a thick green plant tendril with thorns protruding from it throughout its length.
"Wha.. What are going to do with that?" She asked with a trembling voice. The undead remained silent as the dead don't speak. Esme gulped as she watched him take position in front of her and grip the tendril strongly.
"Oh fuck! You are going to rip my clothes off my body by whipping me.." A cold shiver ran down her spine as the undead pulled back his arm and brought the tendril crashing down her stretched body,
SSWWWAAAAAASSSTTHHHH!
"AAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Esme cried out as the thorny tendril wrapped around her waist. It hurt more than she had imagined.
SWIIIISSSHHTTHHKKK!
"GAAAAAAHHHH!" She howled as the tendril hugged around her thighs and slapped on her butt.
The undead continued to whip Esme with brute force, as the thorns began shredding her clothing slowly. It was a slow and painful process. Esme screamed and screamed as her voluptuous body endured the cruel whipping. Sweat and pieces of clothing splattered off her body as the whip coiled around her curves, leaving welts and cuts all over her body from the thorns.
Finally the whipping ceased as Esme was left bare. Her entire body was drenched in sweat and covered in numerous cuts and welts. Her head hung down and her hair matted over her face, forehead and shoulders as she moaned from the ordeal. A drop of sweat dripped down her face and fell off her chin. She was winded down from the whipping and weakly panted for air. Her entire body was aching from pain but to her astonishment she saw the clear fluid running between her legs. She was shocked to find out she was sexually aroused from the torture.
"I… I enjoyed it… But why… Fuck… I can't control how my body is reacting. It.. It seems to want more…"
Esme heard footsteps and saw the skeletal minions grabbing her legs and pulling them wide apart.
"What are you doing? N...Noo Nooo.. Please stop! I command you.. Yess.. Yess.. Please more… Punish me more… WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT! OH YES.. MAKE ME CUM FROM PAIN!" Esme couldn't believe her own words, as if someone else was speaking from within her in her own voice!
The skeletons tied her ankles to shackles as Esme was spread wide and vulnerable. She moaned as juice squirted out slowly from her vagina. Her pink pussy lips were exposed and her red, engorged clitoris stood proudly below her shaved pubic mound. She watched as the skeletal minions began groping at her heaving breasts.
"Aaahh.. Fuck! Don't be gentle… Punish my tits.. Make me scream in agony! Oh NO FUCK NO.. DON'T DO IT! YES YESS.. DO IT!" Esme struggled as her minions obeyed her order and brought coarse ropes. She watched as they began tying up her breasts, they tied the rope in a loop at the base of each of her breasts and made them swell as they tightened the loop.
"UUNNHHHHH!" Esme groaned in pain as she observed her breasts turning a shade of dark pink.
The skeletal minions finished off by letting medium weight stones hang from the other ends of the ropes. The stones dangled a couple feet above the basement floor and pulled down on Esme's breasts.
"Gahh! Oh fuck!" Esme cried as she felt her pussy twitching even more from this new torture. The undead male came over, grabbed the stones and held them up for a bit. It eased Esme's pain. But her respite was short lived as the undead let the stones fall and her breasts got pulled down again.
"AAAAAEEEEEEEE!" Esme watched as the undead grabbed them again, "Oh no noooohh.. Not again.. YES AGAIN.. MORE MORE!" The stones were let go again.
"GGYYAAAAAAHHH! Yes! PUNISH THEM MORE! DON'T SHOW MERCY!" Esme threw her head back and screamed in agony. Her nipples were erect from arousal despite her painful punishment and throbbed hard.
Over and over and over again the undead continued the torture as Esme screamed till her throat was hoarse. Her breasts had turned into deep crimson as the blood swelled inside them. She felt as if her breasts were being torn off her chest. Esme kept on murmuring in delirium as her body convulsed and writhed in exhaustion. Esme didn't realise what was in store for her next until she felt a large, hard phallic object being rammed in her soaking wet pussy.
"OOOORRRAAAAAAAAOOOO!" Esme groaned loudly as she saw her pussy being impaled by none other than her own thick, long and brown, gnarled wooden staff. The undead was fucking her pussy with the very reliable staff she uses as her primary weapon against her enemies. Esme continued to whimper and moan as the wooden phallic end of the staff penetrated deeper inside her. The stones hanging from her breasts swayed and added more suffering to her ordeal.
"YES YES… FUCK ME HARDER! I'M SUCH A FILTHY, HORNY AND, SLUTTY WITCH! PUNISH ME FOR MY SINS! AAAHH! MORE PLEASE MORE.. MAKE ME CUM HARD!" She gyrated her hips as much as her restraints allowed her to as she felt the staff thrusting her womb viciously.
"OHHH YEESSS! AAAAAHHH I … I AM CUMMING… AAAAHHH! DON'T STOP POUNDING ME! I CAN'T HOLD IT IN ANYMORE! I AM CUMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNGGGGGGG!" Esme's entire body stiffened up and then shuddered hard as her pussy squirted liquid all around the still relentlessly thrusting staff.
Slowly the poundage stopped as Esme's explosive orgasm subsided and her body hung there weakly. She had no strength left to even lift up her chin. She heard the shackles being removed as the undead laid down her sweaty, bruised and exhausted body and laid it down on the stone floor of the basement. The stones and ropes were removed from her brutally tortured breasts. Esme screamed again as blood flow resumed in her mammaries. They looked grotesque and deep purple in color, Esme knew it would take a long time for her breasts to heal and return to normal. She was still out of breath and too tired to move. She watched as the minions and the undead stood there, towering over her naked self.
"Uuuffff… Haafff! That was.. In… Incredible!" Esme thought to herself. "I didn't know I had such dark desires in me.. I wonder.." As Esme began thinking something in her mind, she watched the undead grab something and place it around Esme's neck. It was a leather collar, the likes of which are used on pet dogs and wolves.
"Well… I guess I am not done yet… I wonder how the villagers will react when they see me like this.." A weak smile appeared on Esme's lips as she saw one of the skeletons throw another crystal ball on the floor near her.