Witch Hunter (21 page)

The original slave was given no quarter, perhaps because her body was notably not as pure and beautiful as all the rest. It was hard to tell with the blindfold but Mimi suspected this was the same girl who had been given the
Purging
that night in the classroom. This evening she was ravaged by the fattest dildos, and covered by various girls with hot wax, mainly on her breasts and belly but also in her mouth and quim. Her behind was beaten red with hands and paddles.

Double-crossing Dominic was having his fair share of fun too. The first girl at him looked like she might bite his conniving cock clean off, but she had relented when he sent a huge spurt of hot seed into her mouth. Mimi had watched with bitterness as he grew hard again almost immediately. She had been shocked to see him later with his own mouth around another prick, a proud example belonging to the lad she recognised as being the first to disappear. Dominic seemed to be slurping on the prick with great attention and fondness.

Later still he had been over a table, the prick that had been in his mouth now deep in his behind. Again, this was apparently nothing but pleasurable for him. Beneath the table his own prick was rock hard and a bacchante sucked it for him and squeezed his balls. Just before his face screwed up with the hit of his orgasm he had looked across at Mimi in her cage. His eyes had been burning and defiant. This is why I’m not with you, they had said, and Mimi had to concede she could see his point. The load spurting into his backside triggered his own ejaculation. It was animalistic, but Mimi couldn’t help being turned on by the dirty synchronicity of it, by the beauty of their timing.

Mimi had never considered the potential subtleties of an orgy. For her the main turn-on was always to be done in front of others, to be publicly used, though not necessarily by all and sundry. However, she could now see how wonderful it might be to fellate a cock whilst being done from the rear. It was the little things as well as the eye-popping amount of rudeness on view. To kiss one pretty girl whilst being licked by another; to be so near to a prick sliding in and out of a beautiful pussy; to watch two girls kissing up close, snuggling into one of them from behind … No wonder these girls craved the orgies enough to give their souls in exchange. Once you had taken part in one, little would fire you up as much again.

The music kept on pumping out. The drink and food kept being guzzled down or smeared over bodies. The energy did not dissipate, the excitement could not diminish. Mimi watched bodily fluids spurting around, hitting faces, breasts, bums, bellies, the floor. Releases were only temporary halts to ever building pleasure. Wetness was everywhere. The bacchantes seemed to come almost incessantly and the slaves did their best to keep up. She thought she saw Dominic come four times, the last such a wrenching effort she thought he was going to collapse. Clearly some kind of magic was behind these physical feats but selling one’s soul still seemed a good price to pay for such matchless ecstasies.

The witch herself seemed content to stay mainly in her seat, watching over it all with a wide smile of satisfaction. The girls came to her in turn through the night, primarily to suckle, to get the elixir that heated their desire. The jealousy and desperation to be out having her turn ripped at Mimi’s heart. Some would be made to take a turn between the Priestess’s thighs, licking her deeply and with love. It had never before struck Mimi just how beautiful it was to watch a girl using her tongue on a delicious bare pussy. It seemed so rude yet pure, the two sets of soft lips kissing, the glistening. Every once in a while Morgana would feel the need to bury her dildo inside one of her girls, and Mimi recalled the pad inside the harness that could give the wearer pleasure while it was used. Why hadn’t the Priestess come to her? After all she had said, wasn’t she even remotely tempted to force the issue?

Despite the fevered ravishings, Mimi was surprised that proceedings hadn’t yet boiled over. Yes, there was flesh marked by nails and slaps, there were holes that had been stretched or plundered by seemingly impossible lengths, there had been plain nastiness. However, no blood was spilling, no throats had been cut, no one was being split apart or dismembered. For his part their Master seemed content to sit in his throne and take it all in, or occasionally walk among them for a better view. Mimi had not felt threatened by him since she had been locked into the cage. He was awesome but not the raving sadist she might have expected the leader of a demonic sect to be. He issued few commands, generally allowing the orgy to evolve in its own way.

Mimi realised she was desperate to see him strip and unveil his prick. The longer he didn’t do it, the more her pussy itched and tormented her. She already had visions of a member of monstrous proportions and she wanted to see it used on these insatiable girls, maybe even on the boys – maybe on backstabbing Dominic, or was that being too cruel? The strangest part about the Master’s apparent reluctance to free his prick and join in seemed to have something to do with an urge to
fill
the girls. Mimi watched him a few times using his fingers in a vacant hole when the other was being used, or forcing a girl’s mouth onto a slave’s erection whilst she was being filled at the other end. Two bacchantes had been wantonly riding the dildos suckered to the seats of the bar stools. They had been side by side, drinking shots between passionate kisses. He had come up and filled one’s bum with his long, thick middle finger – a digit in itself as long as some men’s erections.

His fingers were used on other girls, sometimes two at a time, or in combination with the thumb. At one point he delighted in having four girls riding simultaneously on his toes and fingers, then having them sucked clean. At another point he grabbed a girl and put her over his knee, then drew wine up a tube by some kind of mechanical pump which could then eject the liquid under pressure through a nozzle inside her. He gave maybe two or three such enemas, forcing the girls to hold on to the wine for ages, having other girls fuck them before granting a massive, messy, blissful release. Still no prick though. It wasn’t like he had problems in that department. She could see the erection tenting the front of his garment, sticking out further than even the longest of the dildos around the girls’ waists. And it was thick too. A couple of the girls had grabbed at it in their lust and tried to suck him through his clothes. They had not been able to close their hands around it. They had barely been able to get their mouths on it.

It was almost impossible to keep measure of time but surely more than an hour had passed before the Master finally allowed the girls to pull his clothes free and leave him standing naked in their midst. His skin was gleaming from its thin covering of oil. The muscles were clearly defined and he helped by striking a pose: raised up slightly on his toes to tense the calf muscles, twisted at the hip to clench his prime buttocks, belly in, chest out, arms by his side, hands in a loose downward point, like those statues of Greek and Roman gods. As he turned slowly, showing off his body to all, Mimi saw the prick in all its magnificence and felt her cheeks burning from the rush of blood. It wasn’t just the impressive size, it was the
stiffness
of it, like it was hard as iron, like it could bear your weight if you stood upon it.

Once unleashed the prick was not to be ignored. The girls untangled themselves from whatever slippery grouping they were in and came to kneel at his feet, a dozen of them by Mimi’s count, all bar the original captive and the Priestess. Their faces were radiant with awe and greed. The music seemed to magically drop so that all you could hear was their purring and lip-smacking, their heavy breaths and panting pleas to have his cock. He seemed to pick them at random, grabbing their hair and pulling them forwards to receive his gift in their open mouths.

Mimi felt herself salivating. The savages sucked hungrily, gripping and tugging on his shaft, desperate to finish him before he pulled them away by the hair so that another could have her turn. It was like an adult version of Pass The Parcel. It seemed to Mimi that it was an impossible task, that the muscle of his prick was so hard that it wouldn’t be feasible to stimulate the tube inside that carried the seed down the shaft.

He stopped the game and manhandled the girls like weightless dolls, pushing some aside, manoeuvring others into position. He ended with a stack of three on a padded platform a foot above the floor. Girl One lay flat on the platform surface, her crotch at the edge so that he could bury himself in her. Girl Two lay face-down upon the first girl, her head at the rump end, so that she could hold those fat bum cheeks apart for her Master, or take him into her mouth should he slip from the first girl’s body. Girl Three lay upon the other two, face down once more but facing the same way as the first girl. Her hips were placed further along, so she was dangling over the back of the girl sandwiched in the middle. If the Master was buried inside the first girl he need only lean forward to get a face full of the third girl’s bum and lust-swollen pussy. This he did.

Mimi held her breath as she watched it all unfold. Although other girls had been pushed aside they still knew what to do. Ewers and goat horns were produced from nowhere to fill the first girl with oil, then hands were holding her open and in place and guiding his prick to her. She screeched as she was entered but he slid on into her remorselessly. Thrusts were given as the Master continued to feast upon the third girl from behind. Then he pulled out and sank into the mouth of Girl Two, who sucked him as avidly as any porn star. Then he raised himself on to his haunches and with almost no hesitation drove his whole length into the pussy he had just been eating.

Up and down he went, plugging bottom then mouth then pussy in turn. Mimi felt the exaltation. To see such a fine prick being given such apt worship, three females giving him his dues one by one, each different and wonderful in their own right. The whole of him looked divine, the muscles tensed in his legs and buttocks and in his wrists as he gripped their flesh, the tendons in his neck straining as he gritted his teeth hard and pumped with speed and depth. He did indeed fuck like a god. It was basely carnal, probably even grotesque if looked upon dispassionately, but to be watching as a part of it, to see and hear and
smell
this supreme fucking, was simply thrilling. It was fabulous and fitting and beautiful to behold. He finished eventually in a bollock-wrenching gush.

Mimi could see his prick twitching as it began its very slow descent. She felt a massive sense of disappointment that it was all over, but she needn’t have worried. For her it had only just begun. As the great prick went down, the volume of the music went with it, until it was barely audible. The Master had turned, his chest still puffed out, and now she realised that his cold, cold eyes were fixed directly upon her.

‘It is time,’ he said loudly, ‘for a sacrifice to be made.’

Mimi stared open-mouthed, absorbing this sudden reminder of the danger she was in. His great prick might have been deflating but that just meant his mind would be able to turn to other things, namely his new captive. ‘Sacrifice’ was not a good word to hear. Morgana stepped from the shadows to stand alongside him. Her arrival should have brought comfort, but in this case, given what she was wearing, it didn’t. It seemed ages since Mimi had seen her. It was surely inconceivable to take your eyes off her even for a minute, let alone long enough not to notice her unbuckling her silver dildo and replacing it with the deadly-looking two-foot horn she now had strapped to her waist. It was the one from Mimi’s dream fantasy, when she had been under the power of the book. It was pure white, thick at the base and curving up into a fingertip-sized point. Mimi knew it would kill her.

‘She will be hung up so that the Priestess can pierce her through her
cunnus
,’ the Master announced to his hushed audience. ‘She will be fucked to the heart and given up to Darkness. When the horn is removed her blood will be collected in a bucket so that I may bathe my cock.’

He was coming towards Mimi as he said these last words, his stare never leaving her. Right to the cage he came, then he unfastened the lock so that he could swing the door open and leave her at the mercy of the savages.

‘Do it now,’ he said.

Mimi would have screamed if she could have found her voice, but fear froze her. The girls were up and moving in a flurry of activity. He still stood at the entrance of the cage. It was so hard to drag her eyes off his but finally Mimi did, in time to see a few of the girls coming her way. They were clutching the original captive by her arms and dragging her along. Mimi could hear the captive’s quiet pleas of ‘No, no, no’ as she was taken past the cage. Mimi felt a surge of relief but still fizzed from the threat of looming danger. He had stepped into the cage and was coming towards her, huge and foreboding, even in his nudity.

He reached above her and unhooked another cuff attached by a chain to the top of the cage. This one had a wider, thicker restraint, designed for the neck. He put it in place, forcing her chin up. She could feel the cold leather constricting her throat as he tightened it. Her panic was countered by the sounds of the original captive, fretting somewhere behind her as she was presumably tied to a rack against the back wall. The Master clicked his fingers and two bacchante girls were quickly beside him, knowing his instruction without it being spoken. In unison they knelt and pulled off Mimi’s leggings, followed by her thong. He was close to her, looking down, his face just an inch from the top of her head. She knew he would be able to smell the scent of her desire as it rose from her exposed sex.

Her racing heart didn’t even slow when she saw Morgana pass by in her periphery. It gave her some confirmation that the sacrifice was indeed not of her but of the original captive. She could see nothing of the activity. She would not see the piercing or the terrible plunge of the horn inside the girl. She could hear the wailing, the sounds of smacked flesh as the girl was restrained, the clicks and slurps of what might have been a rapidly wanked pussy, presumably to open her up. He just stood there, his body almost touching hers, shutting out the light, a wall of muscle. His hands went down to her thighs and, as more squeals and screams and squelching sounds emanated from behind, he very lightly stroked the smooth skin just to the side of her pussy, making her gasp and shiver. She looked up into his ice eyes and even found some comfort in their coldness, as if one’s inevitable end was somehow more bearable if brought about by someone with such obvious mastery of it.