Author’s Note: This is a four-part serial based on my earlier story “Witch Trapper”.
(Click here to read the original “Witch Trapper”.)
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On Jarod’s 19th birthday, his uncle Klyin sent him a present. It arrived in Jarod’s village on horseback, and the messenger who brought it took care to tell him that the present was valuable, and that instructions were included.
Jarod didn’t need the instructions to tell what it was once he unwrapped it. It was an eight-inch phallus, shaped of light, pale wood, and hollow, and it could only be one thing – a Witch Trap. His uncle was a professional Witch Trapper, and now he had finally send Jarod a Witch of his very own.
The instructions were brief, and written carefully in his uncle’s neat, scratchy hand.
“Happy birthday, nephew. The trap contains a NudeWynd. I trust you will enjoy her. I caught her three villages over, but her appearance rang a bell with me, and I think she might properly belong with you. This breed of Witch tends to think she is still a real girl. It makes them fun to rape, but occasionally difficult to tame. The key to keeping a NudeWynd is shame – she cannot help but be naked, but a good trainer makes her feel embarrassed and insecure about it. With proper care she might evolve to a ShameStorm.”
That was all. Jarod immediately used the trap to summon the Witch.
When he saw her, he knew why his uncle had sent her his way.
Witches were created from the energy released in a woman’s first sexual interaction. Only about one in ten such interactions were intense enough to produce a Witch, and Witches rarely took form near the woman they had been birthed from.
However, Jarod was completely sure of the identity of the girl who had produced this Witch. Her name was Emily, and the Witch the Trap had summoned looked exactly like her – the same small, petite body; the same cute, upturned nose. The only difference was the Witch’s hair, which was paler than Emily’s – a desaturated silver, compared to Emily’s honey-blonde.
The Witch was completely naked, and Jarod had no doubt that the creature’s small tits and shaved pussy would be completely identical to Emily’s own. The Witch’s hair rustled slightly in an unseen breeze, a feature of her magical origin.
A NudeWynd, Jarod knew, was born from a girl whose first sexual experience was to be fucked in front of an audience. It was a spirit of nudity and exhibitionism. And Emily had had just that experience, only three months ago, when she had given up her virginity to her boyfriend Adam in a disused barn on the Connal farm, unaware that Adam had invited half the boys of the town to watch from the loft above. When Emily had reached her orgasm, the assembled boys had burst out into cheers and laughter, and Emily had suddenly become aware of her humiliation just as she was in the process of cumming.
No wonder a Witch had been born. The only surprise was that Jarod’s uncle had caught the thing – and then remembered Emily, and thought to send the Witch home to its town of origin.
The Witch looked at Jarod, and Jarod looked at the Witch. He remembered his uncle’s instructions, and stared pointedly at her tits and pussy. The Witch blushed – but by her nature, she was unable to cover her nudity, and could only stand there awkwardly.
“Do you have a name, Witch?” asked Jarod.
The Witch shook her head – a cute, pouty gesture that made Jarod smile. Of course, most Witches could not talk, and this one was no exception. His uncle had once said that Witches had, on average, the intelligence and emotional complexity of a teenaged girl, though, and it was clear this NudeWynd had no difficulty in understanding Jarod.
“I think I’m going to call you Emmy,” said Jarod. “You were born from a girl called Emily, and she’s a slut who likes to show off her body, just like you, so I think you should have a similar name. Do you accept that name, Emmy?”
The Witch pouted, and looked away. She didn’t like being called a slut, and she clearly didn’t want to obey Jarod. The trap stopped her from fleeing, or hurting him, and it could be used to enforce her obedience, but it didn’t stop her from being difficult.
Jarod reached out and slapped her across the face. He had always wanted to slap a pretty girl, and Witches weren’t people, so he could try it now with a clean conscience. It felt good, and it made the NudeWynd gasp and look back at him, her pale cheeks flaming.
“You had best get used to obeying me, Emmy,” said Jarod. “I own you now.”
She took a step back and made a rude gesture.
He followed her, and grabbed a handful of her hair, and slapped her again. Then he took the opportunity to put his hand on her naked tit, and squeeze it – something else he had always wanted to do to a girl, but not had the opportunity.
“My uncle says NudeWynds sometimes think they are people,” said Jarod. “Do you have memories of being a teenaged girl, Emmy? Do you think you’re a person, like me?”
She nodded her head, her face scared.
“It must be very embarrassing for you now, then, to be naked in front of me, and not able to cover your body,” said Jarod. “But it’s happening because you’re a slut, and you deserve it. You should be ashamed of what a disgusting nude whore you are.”
Her cheeks flared brighter red, and it looked as though she might cry. Could Witches cry? Jarod suddenly wanted to find out.
“I’m going to own you for the rest of your existence, Emmy,” said Jarod. “Your only purpose is going to be serving me, so you had better stop being a dumb nude slut, and fix your attitude and start focusing on my pleasure.”
He felt some guilt at constantly insulting her and belittling her, but he knew it was for her own good. Most un-trapped witches would eventually dissipate over time, losing their identity and corporeal form. Trapping them kept them alive – and in order to keep them trapped it was necessary to tame them, which in this case meant making the NudeWynd insecure and ashamed. Calling her a stupid naked slut was just part of her proper care and feeding, really.
He explained this to her. “Do you want to stop existing, Emmy? You need to be owned, for your own good, and in order for me to own you, I need to teach you that you’re a disgusting slut who deserves to be punished for showing everyone her tits and cunt. I’m doing this because I care, Emmy. It shows I love you. You should be grateful.”
She didn’t look grateful, there and then. She looked like she was miserable, and that she would love to kick him, or flee, if the trap had allowed her to do either of those things.
There was something else a Witch needed to grow and prosper, Jarod knew. They responded positively to men’s semen. The more they took into themselves – through any orifice, and sometimes even through their skin – the more their powers grew. If a Witch Trapper wanted to develop their Witch, it was important to rape her regularly.
For Jarod, who had not yet had the pleasure of sex in his 19 years of life, he could wait no longer He had always had something of a fantasy of fucking Emily, and now her identical twin was right here in front of him, nude and helpless, and not only was its consent completely irrelevant, but raping it would actually be good for it.
“Time to feed that cute little pussy of yours, Emmy,” he told his NudeWynd. And then he pushed her backwards, towards his bed, and then forced her down, undoing his pants on the way, spreading her cute little legs with his knees, and forcing his raging hard cock into her sexy little cunt.
She was wet for him. Witches, born from sex, were always wet. She squealed, and she struggled, but the Trap wouldn’t let her use any real force against him, and so her protestations only made it better. He forced his lips against hers, as his cock sank into her pussy, and he imagined that he was raping Emily.
“Emily,” he whispered, squeezing her tit hard enough to hurt. “You stupid whore.”
And at some point the Witch’s squeaks and struggles turned into moans, and the rhythmic bucking of her hips up against his cock, eager for more. And when he finally reached his climax and spurted his seed deep inside her, she made a happy purring sound, and nuzzled against his neck.
Witches, it seemed, were ultimately slaves to their cunts. He wondered if the same held true for the girls who had birthed them.
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