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Witch Trapper
Jarod’s Witch Part One | Part Two
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Emily thought her life couldn’t get any worse after she had fucked Adam in front of half the village’s boys, but Jarod’s Witch somehow made it even worse.
She hadn’t intended sex with Adam to be such a humiliation, of course. He had seemed nice, and honest, and attractive as he had courted her. She knew that few men in her world respected women of any sort, and yet Adam had seemed respectful. She thought he *liked* her – not just for her tits and cunt, but for her personality and her opinions.
And so she had let him lead her to the deserted barn, and when he had pushed her against a haybale and placed a hand on her breast, she had let him, and when he had begun kissing her she had kissed back. And when he went to strip off her clothes she had not just allowed it, but helped, shucking off her blouse and skirt with eagerness. Her hand had gone to his crotch, and found him hard within his pants, and then she had begun unbuckling his pants, her own groin beginning to throb with excitement.
She had been surprised, once she was nude, when he grabbed her forcefully and threw her, ass down and tits up, onto a haybale – and then slapped her across the face when she tried to rise, and pushed her back down. It had been a shock – but hadn’t it also made her cunt wetten hungrily? Hadn’t she *liked* being forced, and having the decisions taken away from her? Hadn’t his strength and urgency heightened her own arousal?
And he had said, “Lie down and spread your legs, cunt.” And it was far from the first time that Emily had been called a cunt, but in his mouth it felt like a term of endearment, and it had only made her wetter.
And when he had pushed his cock into her, it had been heaven, and she had squealed, and squirmed, and bucked, and closed her eyes in ecstasy.
And it was only at the end, as she knew she was about to cum, that she had opened her eyes again, and met the eyes of a dozen boys her own age, staring down at her from the loft. One of them had his cock out and was stroking it, with the tip aimed down, towards her face.
The feeling of complete humiliation filled her. She had given her virginity to Adam, and it had been nothing but a joke to him. He had invited his friends here to watch her give her purity away. He had deliberately positioned her for the visibility of his friends up above, and they had watched her every slutty mewl and squirm and gasp as Adam had ravished her virginal fuckhole with his cock.
And yet, despite the feeling of utter betrayal, she couldn’t stop herself from cumming. It was too close. It was happening.
The boy watching up above – it was the baker’s fat, lecherous son Chuda – reached his orgasm, and his sperm spurted down from the loft, spattering its warm droplets across Emily’s face and tits.
And just as it hit her, Emily came, screaming, crying with shame. And part of that shame was the knowledge that, rather than ruining her orgasm, the humiliation had *enhanced* it. The knowledge that she was being watched, and that the disgusting baker’s boy had just *ejaculated on her face* made her cum harder and more pleasurably than she ever had in her life. Pleasure and shame chased each other through her nervous system. She thought she might cry. She thought she might throw up. She thought she might never have this much sexual pleasure in her life again.
And from all those feelings, apparently, a Witch had been born. A fae spirit, identical to her in all ways except for its silver hair and its inability to speak. A Witch who had come to be owned by Jarod, the vile son of the general store owners, who was now blithely raping something that looked for all intents and purposes like Emily herself on a daily basis.
Not that Emily didn’t face her own share of rape. As Adam had put his dick inside her, and she had consent, by law she was prevented from ever making any criminal complaint against him in future. He would stop by the tavern late at night, after her shifts, and drag her into the alley behind the building, where he would slap her face, and her tits, and shove his cock into her pussy and fuck her until he ejaculated. She tried to be enjoyable for him, as he seemed to slap her less when she was compliant. He told her he was “training her for her future husband”, although he also liked to joke that the only being that would marry a slut like her would be one of the town dogs.
It was no more than she expected. While the boys in the village received a full education, and sometimes went on to university in the capital, the girls were taught little more than reading, writing, the basic arithmetic necessary to work a storefront or a bar, and the essentials of cooking, cleaning, and looking pretty. Their entire final six months of education were dedicated to “how to be enjoyable to rape”, with the expectation that *of course* every girl would be raped many times in her life, by her husband, or friends, or strangers.
Emily had paid attention, and done the homework, teaching herself to associate thoughts of rape with arousal and sexual excitement, and she was quite proud of the fact that her pussy automatically juiced up whenever Adam approached, as she anticipated being slapped and forced to satisfy his cock.
Things could be worse. When Emily had been younger, an older village girl had spread her legs to nearly a dozen boys in town, with the result that she spent every day being passed between them to be fucked. She ended up fleeing the village to have a chance of landing a husband and a normal life.
But Jake and his damn Witch *did* make it worse.
The NudeWynd looked just like Emily. When Emily stared at the captive spirit, she saw her own face, her own tits, her own cunt. It was as if she herself were being paraded through the village, naked and leashed, for the entertainment of the men.
And everyone knew *why* the Witch looked like her. The NudeWynd was a living reminder to the village that Emily had fucked Adam with a crowd watching, and orgasmed from the humiliation.
Jarod seemed to take great delight in inviting the comparison between Emily and her Witch, encouraging people to imagine what it would be like to have Emily as their personal collared, naked, leashed sex slave. He had even named the thing “Emmy”, and Emily was absolutely certain that when Jarod fucked it – no, when he *raped* it – that he was imagining raping Emily.
In addition to the leash and collar, Jarod had started giving “Emmy” other accessories. She was never seen, now, without a bright red ball gag in her mouth, secured with a strap behind her head. It was a ridiculous conceit, as Witches couldn’t talk anyway, but Jarod seemed to enjoy the way it demeaned her.
In addition, he often kept her hands cuffed behind her back in a way that forced her to push her tits forward, only uncuffing her when he needed her hands for some purpose. And he had taken to hanging a small silver bell from a clamp on the Witch’s clitoris, which jingled softly as she walked, and clearly caused her some significant discomfort as it tugged on her sensitive nub.
It became public knowledge that if you wanted to fuck something that looked like Emily, you could pay Jarod and make it a reality. Usually these trysts were private, but on one evening Emily was forced to watch the NudeWynd that shared her body riding Chuda’s dick right there in the common room of her family tavern. She was required to bring the disgusting asshole his beer while he literally had his cock inside the Witch, and pretend to be nice to him as he called the NudeWynd a slut and a whore.
The worst part was that it was giving Emily’s father ideas. She had always had a difficult relationship with her father. He had begun looking at Emily strangely since shortly after Emily’s mother had died. On her 18th birthday he removed the doors from her bedroom, and from the bathroom and toilet areas of their house above the tavern, denying her privacy, and two months later he instituted fortnightly “check-ups” of her breasts and pussy “for health”, which mostly involved him roughly groping her tits and fuckhole with his hands while breathing heavily and rubbing his groin against her leg. She could feel his erection through his pants and shivered with humiliation at his intimate touch.
In recent months the meals he prepared for her had begun to taste strange, and Emily had the sick intuition that her father was stirring his sperm into them. And yet, she dared not refuse to eat them.
Since becoming an adult, her costume for working in the bar had been a loose blouse that exposed most of her tits, and a short skirt that came down to just below her buttocks. But whenever the NudeWynd came into the tavern, Emily saw her father staring at it lustfully, and it came as a disappointment, but no real surprise, when he eventually told Emily that her uniform would be changing.
“Jarod is right,” he said, in his low, growling voice. “Your body does look better exposed. We’re just going to show off a little more of it in future.”
Her blouse was replaced by a single leather belt, buckled painfully tight over her tits. Her skirt hem was raised by another inch and a half, and she was made to go without panties.
On her very first night with this costume, a drunken patron tugged the belt free, exposing her tits to the entire bar. There was riotous laughter, and Emily was forced to thank the patron in a sweet voice for exposing her breasts, as her father was very firm that the customer was always right and that Emily should never, ever “cause trouble”.
Later, as Emily stood at a table taking a long order from a customer who couldn’t quite seem to decide what he wanted, one of the customer’s friends slipped a hand up Emily’s skirt from behind, and then before she knew it, his fingers were pushing up into her fuckhole. Emily blushed – not just from the intrusion, but also from the way her cunt immediately wettened for the violation – and she was forced to stand there pretending nothing was happening as she was fingerfucked halfway to orgasm, while listening intently to the indecisive patron.
She could have caused a scene, and pulled away and told the patron to behave himself. But the last time she had argued with a customer – one who had openly groped her ass – her father had disciplined her later that night by spanking her ass, her tits, and her pussy, until she had squealed and cried. And right now Emily didn’t want to give her father more reasons to be putting his hands on her tits or pussy.
But Emily’s intentions ultimately didn’t matter. The day came when her father finally decided to hire the NudeWynd from Jarod. He booked it for an entire night, and brought it upstairs to their home.
Emily knew what he was going to do with it, and made preparations to leave the house for the evening, not wanting to be around. But her father stopped her.
“No, you’d best come watch,” he told her. “The Witch might look like a naked slut, but who knows what tricks it might pull? I’ll need your eyes on it to make sure it doesn’t try anything treacherous.”
And so Emily was forced to watch as her father took the NudeWynd to her own bed, in her own bedroom, and slapped it, and punched its tits, and pushed it down on the bed. She watched her father undress, and crawl naked atop the girl who looked so much like his own daughter, and push his cock into the pussy that was a mirror image of her own.
“Emily,” she heard him gasp. “You’re such a stupid cockteasing slut. You deserve this.”
She watched him beat and slap the poor Witch as he fucked it, and spit on the NudeWynd’s face, and call it a cunt and a whore and an animal as he raped it, all while calling it by Emily’s name.
It was like watching herself being raped by her father – and when her cunt started to throb in response, she could feel herself dissociating from the shame and humiliation of her situation.
Finally her father reached his orgasm, spurting his seed up inside the Witch. He groaned, and pulled himself off the mute spirit – and when he looked at Emily, she could see him doing calculations. Why had he just paid to fuck this Witch who looked like his daughter, when he could have just raped Emily for free?
“Clean her up,” his father grunted. “And take her back to Jarod.”
“Clean her up?” asked Emily, stupidly. “What…”
“With your tongue,” her father clarified, smiling cruelly.
And so Emily was forced to kneel between her doppelganger’s legs, and lick her own father’s sperm out of what looked so much like her own cunt.
The thought came to her then that she should run away. She should leave this village, before her father raped her. Go someplace where she could start fresh, where there wasn’t a sexy clone of her being prostituted to her friends, where Adam couldn’t rape her, where her father wouldn’t lust after her.
And so before she took the NudeWynd back to Jarod, she surreptitiously packed some clothes into a small bag, along with a few coins stolen from her father’s purse.
Then she set out across the village to take her father’s sex toy back to its owner.
In recent weeks, Jarod had taken to living in a formerly abandoned building on the outskirts of town. The money from pimping out his Witch had allowed him to move away from his parents and have his own premises. It was dark and cold by the time Emily reached the isolated old cottage.
She knocked on the door, and Jarod answered. He grinned as he saw her.
“Is your father done with you already?” he asked.
“You’re gross, Jarod,” she said. “Just take your pet and let me go.”
“Sure,” said Jarod. “Would you bring her inside? And I’ll get the trap for her.”
Emily reluctantly led the Witch into his sparse cottage. It held little within it – a bed, some shelves, some cooking equipment, and a trapdoor leading down to its cellar.
“Nice place you have here,” she said, sarcastically.
And that was the last she said, because Jarod had found the trap. He held it up, and said, “Emmy – take her, like we discussed.”
Emily opened her mouth to reply – but suddenly the air was gone from her lungs. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe. Bonds of wind were pulling her arms behind her back, and pulling her legs apart. Her meagre clothes were snatched from her body by gusts of wind, leaving her naked.
She looked across at the NudeWynd in horror. The bitch at least had the decency to look apologetic.
“Sleep now, Emily,” said Jarod. “We have a lot to do with you in the morning.”
And then the blackness came for her.
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