Previous chapters:
Witch Trapper
Jarod’s Witch Part One | Part Two | Part Three
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The NudeWynd, as it turned out, had better hearing than Jarod did – perhaps supernaturally so – and so it was the NudeWynd who alerted Jarod to the fact that Emily was awake. She was screaming, of course, but Jarod had already tested that his cellar was practically soundproof, and even sitting directly above the trapdoor, he didn’t notice her distressed cries until the NudeWynd crept over to him and deferentially kissed his cock in the way he had trained her to.
Emily had much to scream about, of course. She was completely naked, and chained to the wall of his cellar. The only light was a lantern he had left far out of her reach, which illuminated the far wall of the cellar, on which Jarod had painted the words, “YOU ARE A CUNT. YOU EXIST TO BE RAPED.”
When he descended into the cellar, her screams turned to questions, and threats, and swearing, so he had the Nudewynd use its winds to clamp her mouth shut.
“Hush,” he said. “You should think carefully before saying anything I’ll have to punish you for.”
She looked at him in fear. He waited until she looked calm, and then directed the NudeWynd to release her jaw.
“You can’t keep me here,” was the first thing she said. “People will look for me.”
“Oh no,” said Jarod. “I don’t think so. People have been noticing how unhappy you’ve been for weeks. They’ve been watching your humiliation from having Emmy here going around and fucking all your friends. They’ve watched your father staring at your tits. There’s been some bets made on how long it would take you to run away. And then last night you even did me the favour of packing your things. You really *were* going to run, weren’t you?”
She said nothing, merely staring at him in fear.
“So I don’t think there’s going to be any real questions about what happened to you,” said Jarod.
“So, what, you’re going to keep me down here in your basement?” she asked.
He laughed. “Of course not. That’s no place to hide a beauty like yours. No, you’ll get to walk around in town just as much as you used to. Maybe more.”
She didn’t understand. She looked at him in puzzlement.
“We’ll have to bleach your hair, of course,” he said. “Getting it to match Emmy here may be a challenge, but I’m sure we’ll get there in the end. And you’ll have to wear a ball gag and cuffs, to avoid giving the game away…”
Understanding slowly dawned on her. “You’re insane,” she whispered.
“I don’t think so,” said Jarod. “You look just like your Witch, so if you can’t speak or communicate, how will anyone ever know the difference? Some days the girl I lead naked through town will be my NudeWynd, but some days it will be you. And everyone will think they’re one and the same.”
She started screaming again then, so he had his Witch gag her once more, and then pin her arms and legs against the floor with powerful bonds of air. He knelt between her pinned legs, and sunk his cock into her pussy, enjoying his first rape of his unwilling new captive.
“You should get used to this,” he told her, as he pushed his dick deep inside her. “And try to be grateful for your rape. This is your life now, and the sooner you fall in love with me, the happier you’re going to be.”
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He kept her down in the cellar for three weeks, slapping and raping the disobedience out of her, teaching her how to serve his cock and obey his commands. He would tell her how she was obviously made for raping, such that even her own father wanted to stick his cock in her.
He refused to let her sleep properly. Instead, at night, he would have the NudeWynd hold her down and lick her pussy, keeping her aroused and unable to rest. It made her stupid and horny and suggestible, and soon she began to submissively accept his suggestions that she was nothing but a fuck-toy who needed to be owned to be happy.
With some experimentation, he managed to get the hair dye right, and soon she looked exactly like her supernatural twin.
And once he was sure she was controllable, he took her back into the town she had once lived in – naked, gagged, handcuffed and leashed.
Even in her dishevelled, confused state, she was still clearly mortified to be naked in front of people she had known all her life. He used his fingers to spread her pussy for their inspection, and made her bounce up and down to jiggle her tits for them.
He loaned her out to each of his friends to rape. They each took great delight in plunging their cocks into her pussy as she wiggled and moaned. She thought that maybe they knew – or suspected – that she was really Emily, but they said nothing, just laughed, and slapped her face and tits, and ejaculated their sperm into her womb.
Then Jarod began selling her to the other people of the town, just as he had sold his NudeWynd. Night by night, Emily was fucked by every man she had ever known – and some of the women too. Her friends, her teachers, her customers, her co-workers, and older men she had once respected all used her body as a cum-rag, thinking she was nothing but a Witch.
Many of them confessed their dark fantasies about “Emily” to her, and said they wished they were raping the real Emily. She just moaned into her gag and tried to be a good fuck, so they wouldn’t complain about her performance to Jarod and give him reason to discipline her.
She knew she would never have a future in this village, even if she somehow escaped Jarod. Every man who had fucked her would be entitled, by village law, to fuck her again, whenever they chose. Paradoxically, she was now safer here under Jarod’s control than she would be without an owner.
And her father fucked her, of course. He didn’t need to hire her from Jarod – he came directly to the cellar, where Jarod welcomed him in. Not only was he aware of her abduction, he had collaborated with Jarod to arrange it. Forcing Emily to watch him fucking the Witch had been a deliberate attempt to provoke her into running away – and it had worked. Now he visited once or twice a week, and raped Emily in the cellar, in the full knowledge that it was his daughter he was fucking. Jarod had told Emily that she was to orgasm from these fuckings – he would know if she didn’t, and punish her severely – and to Emily’s intense humiliation she found that she was, indeed, able to reach that orgasm.
The first time she felt herself cum with her own father’s cock inside her, she knew immediately and intuitively that she deserved everything that was happening to her.
Jarod used Emily in this way for nearly a year – and then the inevitable happened. She fell pregnant. There was absolutely no way of telling who the father was. It could have been anyone – Jarod, or a villager, or even Emily’s own father.
When her bump started showing, Jarod sighed.
“Well, it’s been a fun run,” he said. “But I can’t keep pretending you’re my Wytch. NudeWynd’s can’t be pregnant, after all.”
“So… what does this mean for me?” asked Emily.
“I’m selling you back to your father,” said Jarod. “He’s going to tell everyone that you’ve been pretending to be a Witch all year because you wanted to fuck everyone in town, and that he’s only just found out about your behaviour, and he’s brought you back to his house to discipline you. You’ll have the baby there, and he’ll fuck you whenever he wants to, and he’ll make up a schedule for the other men in the town to have their turns with you. I suspect you’ll spend the rest of your life being pregnant and being raped.”
“And what about you?” she asked, her eyes filled with tears.
“I’m going traveling, with the money your father is paying me,” said Jarod. “If one Witch is this much fun, I want to see what more are like. Maybe I’ll catch up with my uncle, or maybe I’ll establish my own name as a Witch Trapper. Don’t worry – if you’re lucky, when I have a whole harem of Witches, I’ll bring them back so they can all fuck you.”
“Please don’t leave me here,” begged Emily. “Please… take me with you.”
“Oh, no,” said Jarod. “I’ve decided I actually like the NudeWynd better. She’s fun, and obedient, and she isn’t going to swell up like a pregnant cow in the way you will over the next few months. It’s been fun raping you, Emily, but it’s time to move on now.”
He fucked her one last time, for old times’ sake, and then led her back to her father.
“Be a good cunt now, Emily,” he told her. “And I hope you give birth to a pretty baby girl.”
He leaned in close, and then added, “And I can’t wait to see what kind of Witch she creates when your father makes you rape her on her 18th birthday…”
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