Story: Witch Trapper – Jarod’s Witch, Part 2

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Witch Trapper
Jarod’s Witch Part One

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Having a pet Witch as his personal sex slave was every bit as good as Jarod had always dreamed.  Emmy was still a sullen, pouty bitch about servicing his sexual needs, and he usually had to slap her a few times and force her legs apart in order to get his cock into her deliciously warm, wet cunt, but honestly the struggle made for a fun game, and only served to heighten his erection and his eagerness to rape her. 

Sometimes when he fucked her, there would be an angry swirl of air around him.  The NudeWynd had the power to summon breezes and gusts, he knew.  He had little use for that at present – her tits and cunt were far more interesting – but it was worth remembering. 

And she was learning, he could tell.  She was grudgingly coming to accept that she was a being who only existed for precisely this very purpose – to be enslaved and dominated by Jarod’s cock.  With each raping she became more obedient, more submissive, and more shyly, blushingly dependent on Jarod for instruction, discipline and affection. 

When Jarod was certain she was not going to embarrass him in public, he decided it was finally time to show her off to the town. 

He was not the only Witch owner in town, of course, but nor was possession of a Witch common.  Mr Harkle, who taught at the schoolhouse where Jarod had once studied, was the owner of a SexKytten.  He liked to keep the lithe, nude, cat-eared girl with him in class.  The SexKytten seemed little more than 18 years of age herself, physically, and Mr Harkle thought it was educational for the girls of the village to watch something that looked like one of their peers kneeling naked at their teacher’s feet and sucking submissively on his cock as he taught them. 

Likewise, Town Master Wilhelm owned a FukkBags – an evolved species of TitWench, which he claimed to have caught on a trading expedition.  Throughout most of the year he kept it in his basement for his own entertainment in fucking and abusing it, but he brought it out each year for the village fair.  For a gold coin, a male of the village could abuse the FukkBags’ ridiculously oversized tits for a full minute as she squealed and struggled against her metal chains.  If your abuse made her cum, you won back ten times your stake, and regardless of whether you won the prize, punching the Witch’s tits imbued the puncher with a temporary burst of supernatural charm and confidence – just the edge needed to get the local village girls to spread their legs for you. 

But generally speaking, the other men of the village never got to interact with these Witches, and it would be a mark of significant prestige for Jarod to present his own little NudeWynd slut. 

The young men of the village tended to congregate in the field beside the Chastened Wench tavern when they were done with their work for the day.  Many of them worked the fields, or in manual trades.  Jarod was lucky to be occupied in working in his parents’ general store, stocking shelves, moving produce, and taking sales. 

When Jarod had closed the shop for the afternoon, he put a collar and leash on Emmy, of the sort intended for dogs.  Technically, he didn’t need them – the trap was all the control over her he required – but he was still nervous on an irrational level that she might somehow flee, and in any case it was pleasant to have a physical chain that he could yank on to make her follow behind him. 

Then he led her down to the field. 

There were some double-takes along the way from adults of the village as he led his blushing Witch down the street.  Most initially assumed that Emmy was a real human girl – maybe even Emily, who she so much resembled – and were shocked to see that Jarod had stripped a girl naked and collared her. 

Not that there was inherently any crime in such a thing – in Jarod’s county, when a woman willingly allowed any man’s cock inside her, she forever gave up her rights to accuse him of any crime.  And a woman was deemed to have been willing if she had ever acted like a cocktease or a flirt prior to her fucking. 

But still, relatively few women were openly degraded and humiliated in such a way.  It just wasn’t polite, unless the woman was truly such a bitch as to have deserved it. 

Jarod made sure to increase Emmy’s shame as he walked her, stopping to point out people who were staring at her, and tell her what a slut she must look like to them.  The NudeWynd’s blushes were pretty, and besides, constantly increasing her shame was the key to taming and training her. 

“Do you like being a little slutty naked pet, Emmy?” he asked her, smiling. 

She made an adorable pout, and wiggled her hands in protest, and stamped her cute little foot, and for a moment she refused to walk further, and he had to pull her by her leash, laughing at her as he did. 

When he reached the field, there were several of Jarod’s friends gathered, and their responses were immediate and gratifying. 

“Holy shit!” cried burly, scruffy-haired Darvin.  “Is that Emily?  Fuck, she looks good in a collar.” 

Thinner, bespectacled Remus slapped him on the back of the head.  “Are you an idiot?” he said.  “It’s a Witch.  Look at her hair.” 

Pudgy Chuda, the baker’s boy, snorted and said, “It’s not her hair I’m looking at!” 

Emmy’s pale cheeks went bright red under their inspection.  She looked away, and she clearly would have covered her tits and cunt, had not her fundamental nature as a NudeWynd prevented her from doing so. 

“My uncle sent her to me,” said Jarod, by way of explanation.  “And she’s not just any Witch.  She’s Emily’s Witch, from when we all watched Adam take her virginity.  I’m calling her Emmy.” 

“Have you fucked her yet?” asked Chuda. 

“Do I look like an idiot?” asked Jarod.  “Of course I have.  Her cunt is so tight, it feels like heaven.” 

There was laughter, as the boys stared at Emmy’s twat and pictured violating it.  Emmy made an incoherent mewling noise of pure humiliation and misery. 

“So, wait,” asked Darvin.  “Does this mean she’s an exact double of Emily?” 

“You can see she is,” said Jarod.  “Or at least of the way Emily was at the time she was fucked.  The only differences are the elements inherent to her Witch breed – which I think is just her hair.  The rest of her should be biologically identical.” 

“Oh fuck,” said Chuda.  “I’ve always wanted a closer look at Emily’s cunt.  Can I play with her?” 

And so Jarod had the NudeWynd sit atop a large barrel, and spread her legs, and one by one the boys came up and groped her tits, and inspected her pussy, and laughed as they flicked or tugged on her clitoris, or pushed their fingers into her fuckhole.   

Emmy hated it, Jarod could see, and yet this was her purpose, and it was best that she become used to it.  He stood behind her and stroked her hair and called her an exhibitionist slut as the boys ran their hands over her body and penetrated her sluthole. 

And in due course, the thing that Jarod had been hoping for occurred – which is to say that Emily arrived. 

Emily worked as a waitress in the Chastened Wench, where she was obliged by her father (who owned it) to wear a fetching blouse that revealed much of her cleavage, along with a short skirt that barely covered her butt – an outfit which Jarod knew that Emily hated.  She was also obliged to put up with the gropes and demeaning comments of the customers, and “not make trouble”, which Jarod and his friends made frequent use of to attempt to squeeze her tits or ass as she brought them drinks, and call her a cunt and a slut to her face.   

From time to time her duties included getting buckets of water from the well in the field, and now, as the sun was setting, she emerged from the tavern to see the four boys playing with the cunt of a naked woman who was, in every respect but hair, her identical twin. 

“What the FUCK is this?” she swore. 

“Oh, hey, cunt,” said Darvin casually.  “Jarod’s got a Witch.  Don’t you think she looks hot?” 

Emily stared at her Witch twin.  She didn’t want to say what she was immediately thinking – that the nude girl looked just like her. 

So Jarod said it for her. 

“It’s the Witch you created by being a slut, Emily,” he said.  “Remember when you put on that show with Adam so we could all watch you lose your virginity like a whore?  You were such a complete cum-dumpster that you made a Witch, and my uncle found it and sent it to me.” 

Emily went pale with shock, and then red with humiliation.  “I didn’t…” she said.  “I mean, Adam – we were supposed to be alone.  You assholes SPIED on me.” 

“As if you didn’t want us to see,” laughed Chuda.  “Anyway, now we can have a real close look whenever we like.  I never realised your clit was so *long*, Emily.  It pokes out of your pussy lips even when they’re pressed together.” 

And all four boys could see from Emily’s instant look of mortification that this was true, and that Emmy *was* a duplicate of Emily, right down to her intimate biology. 

“You’d better not be… using that thing,” warned Emily. 

“You mean fucking it?” said Jarod.  “Are you insane?  What kind of heterosexual guy owns a Witch and *doesn’t* rape it.  And I have to say, Emily, your cunt is *very* enjoyable, and I love the way you buck your hips when you’re pretending to struggle.” 

“Why don’t you come and have a taste, Emily?” asked Remus.  “Give her a kiss, or suck her tits a little, or lick her pussy.  It’s not every girl who gets the chance to fuck herself…” 

Emily looked ill.  “You’re disgusting, all of you,” she said.  “This can’t be allowed.  There’ll be consequences.” 

“From who?” laughed Darvin.  “Adam?  He may still be fucking you, Emily, but that’s only because it’s his right, by virtue of having had his cock in you.  He doesn’t give a shit about your feelings, and you know it.  If he learns Jarod has this Witch, he won’t do shit about it, other than maybe ask for a chance to fuck it to see if the WItch’s cunt is more fun than yours is.” 

“Actually, that’s a great idea,” said Jarod.  “We’ll put up signs in town saying that if you’ve ever wanted to rape Emily, you can take a turn with her Witch for only 20 gold pieces.” 

“Make it 30,” said Remus.  “Emily’s hot, and so is her Witch..  And you know who’d pay double?  Her father.  He’s always wanted a piece of his daughter’s ass.  Incest may be illegal hereabouts, but there’s no law against fucking your daughter’s Witch.  I bet he’d pay almost anything to put his cock in her.” 

The NudeWynd made a distressed mewling sound, as they discussed prostituting her to half the town, but Jarod ignored her.  A new idea was forming in his mind – an evil idea, but a very sexy one. 

It would have to wait though. 

“I’ll make you a deal, Emily,” said Jarod.  “I was thinking of bringing her into the tavern, and fucking her in one of the booths, where everyone can watch, and hear the kinds of sounds you make when you’re cumming from rape.  You’ll have to watch us using her for the rest of your shift, and know that everyone else is watching her too.” 

“Fuck you,” swore Emily – but Jarod could see that she hated it. 

“But I’ll be merciful,” said Jarod.  “Come over here and give your Witch a kiss on the lips, and then kneel down and give her a kiss on her pussy, and I’ll take her home and rape her where no one can see her instead.” 

“As if I would,” said Emily, looking away, blushing. 

“He’s serious, cunt,” said Remus. 

“Remus is right, Emily,” said Jarod.  “I’m not bluffing.” 

Emily stood, and tried to make up her mind.  To Jarod’s delight, she unconsciously did exactly the same cute little foot stamp that the NudeWynd had used earlier.   

And then, moving in a businesslike way, quickly and efficiently, her face flushed bright red, she walked over to her supernatural twin, and quickly kissed her on the lips – a small peck. 

“Open mouth, Emily,” warned Jarod. 

“Fine,” said Emily.  And although she tried to make this second kiss as perfunctory and sexless as the last, when her open lips met the NudeWynd’s, the Witch made a slutt little moan, and Jarod could tell that their tongues were intertwining. 

When the kiss was over, Emily was flushed.  She tried to hide this by quickly kneeling and kissing the NudeWynd’s spread, wet cunt.  This, too, was quick and without passion, but Jarod let it slide.  It was enough for him that when she stood, he could see Emmy’s slut juices glistening on Emily’s lips. 

“Is that enough?” asked Emily, pouting. 

“Yes, it is,” said Jarod.  “Go finish your work, Emily, and I’ll take Emmy here home for some fucking.” 

“God, you’re such a slime,” said Emily, shaking her head.  “All four of you.  Disgusting pigs.” 

“We love you too, cunt,” laughed Darvin in response.   

But Jarod had more than laughter in mind.  “Emmy,” he whispered to his Witch.  “Use your wind.  Steal her clothes.” 

Emmy made a little gasp – a sound of obedience, perhaps – and suddenly, from nowhere, a rush of air blasted across the field.  It struck Emily, swirling around her – and before she could react, her blouse and skirt were yanked from her body, pulled into the air by the breeze and sent fluttering away onto the roof of the nearby blacksmith. 

Emily stood their gaping, wearing nothing but a pair of panties.  Her arms instinctively crossed over her tits as the boys burst into wild, derisive laughter.   

“I think we’ve seen those tits before, boys,” said Darvin. 

“Honestly I think the ones on the Witch are sexier,” guffawed Chuda. 

Their laughter followed her as Emily fled into the tavern. 

She would get in trouble for losing her clothes.  Her father pinched every penny.  Jarod wondered whether Emily would be allowed to fetch an alternative outfit, or whether she would be forced to complete her shift topless, with her bare tits on display.  He regretted, now, his promise to not come into the tavern.   

But, after all, he could see Emily’s tits any time he wanted, thanks to his Witch.  And he could see her humiliated expression play out across the NudeWynd’s face, and he could fuck and rape his Witch and call her by Emily’s name if he so chose. 

Was that enough?   

It was… but Jarod had had an idea.  And that idea was that, maybe, he could have more.   

And for all that Emily despised them, and swore at them, in the end it would be Jarod who had the last laugh over the pretty, bitchy barmaid.

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