A witchy Halloween fantasy
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2024 12:10 pm
The Witch Dream – A Play for All Hallows Eve
The happy witch held a small hookah and a goblet of wine as she approached the fireplace. She wore a transparent black negligee, and her curly auburn hair flowed over her perfect breasts. The curls gently teased her nipples as she sat on a stool near the head of the young man lying naked and asleep on his back in front of her blazing fire.
She set her hookah and goblet on a small table. Placing the mouthpiece of the hookah between her blood red lips, she lit the hashish in its bowl with sparks from her enameled black fingernail tips, took a long sexy drag and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the man's face.
As he stirred, she took another drag from the hookah. She snapped her fingers to awaken her victim and poked his ribs with the toe of her shiny black high heels.
His eyes opened, and she smiled as she exhaled, another cloud of smoke wafting into his face.
V: Where am I?
W: You are with me, sweetie. In the witch’s lair.
V: Why can’t I move my arms and legs?
W: You are under my spell, you lucky man.
V: Lucky? I guess so. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
W: I am a very, very good witch. Can’t you tell?
V: Yes, I am so relieved.
She took another hit from the hookah and knelt forward, hovering above and sharing the smoke with her victim. She gave him a gentle kiss and just a taste of her tongue as she exhaled and then settled back on her stool. This time she spread her legs, smiling again and displaying her glistening, well-goomed and wet pussy. His eyes grew large and his cock stiffened as he stared into it, mesmerized.
W: But I have some very, very bad habits for a very, very good witch. It was misleading to reassure you. You should be petrified. In fact, I want you to be scared. Fear is a tenderizer, you know.
V: Well, yeah. For one thing, it’s getting a little hot laying here beside your fireplace.
W: I’m afraid that you won’t be going anywhere else, sweetie. I’m roasting you for my Halloween dinner. I simply adore roasting men. It’s my
favorite part of being a witch! You will suffer, of course, but it won’t last too long. I prefer my men cooked medium rare. Seared on the outside, of course, pink in the center.
V: That’s not cool. It’s wicked! It’s evil! It’s illegal and it’s going to hurt a lot!
W: I apologize for that. But I captured you for my Halloween dinner and you are already cooking on my skewer. And, quite honestly, you are starting to smell just delicious! I’m developing quite an appetite. Now, please stop whining or I'll have to use a gag.
As you may remember we met for a lunch date yesterday. I could tell right away that you were very submissive and very tasty. So I captured you, brought you home and began my dinner prep. I cast a spell to put you in zombie mode. I gave you two enemas to clean out your innards. I caned your ass and striped it real good. Then I put you in a marinade of wine, herbs and olive oil and left about 24 hours ago for the Witch and Warlock Halloween Orgy. Now I'm back and I'm really famished. You look so tasty. Forgive me if my stomach rumbles while I roast you.
V: Can’t we make a deal? I'll be your slave, forever. I'll wait on you hand and foot. I'm a good cook, too. Let me make you an omelette, instead. Please. You aren’t a very big witch. Surely you can’t eat a whole roasted man?
W: True. But I never eat a whole man. I always eat the heart, the cock and the balls. Those are my favorite parts. I’m usually full at that point. The rest then gets hung outside the window to feed my pet crows and buzzards. They’re hungry tonight, too.
The witch poured a small portion of wine on her victim's erection and ball sack and used a basting brush to spread it around. His cock twitched and he moaned with pleasure. She smiled and basted again
V: Please, please. I'll do anything to serve you. Let me prove myself. Make me your lover.
W: I’m sorry, honey. But I’ve already examined your cock quite closely. It’s a nice one, and I'll really enjoy devouring it as soon as it’s roasted to a turn. But your cock and your balls would have to be much, much bigger to satisfy me forever. I’ve roasted and eaten bigger ones in the past. I’m afraid you just came up a little short. Nice try, though. I like a little squirming and begging while the man cooks. Your juices are starting to sizzle. Love that sound, too! And thank you for getting so hard for me. It's fun to watch it twitch and it roasts more evenly that way.
V: Please! Please keep me around until you find the one you’re looking for. I have other talents. I love to use my tongue. I love to eat pussy. Give me a chance to satisfy you.
W: Well, maybe I'll give you one chance. Here (snaps fingers to break spell, freeing his arms and legs), fetch me another glass of wine, and, while you’re up bring me a fork and a carving knife. And don’t you dare try to run away. My lair is enchanted. There is no way out, and you’ll just piss me off. You don’t want that.
The young man groaned as he disengaged from the skewer, realizing as he pulled off that it was a large butt plug inserted in his ass and attached to a long pole, anchored into the bricks of the fireplace. He glanced back at it in shock, then looked into the witch's eyes. She smiled and pointed at the bottle of wine across the room. He scurried to comply with her orders.
V: Your wine, my dark goddess. Please I only want to serve you. Let me use my tongue. Let me pleasure your gorgeous pussy.
W: Thank you. Just lay back down. So I can reinsert the skewer.
She snapped her fingers, once again immobilizing his arms and legs. She wagged her magical index finger, which guided the skewer back inside him from the short distance. He moaned as the head of the plug passed his sphincter and impaled him on the skewer.
V: Please. One chance?!
W: Stick out your tongue, sweetie. Well, it is a nice looking tongue. Tell you what, I'll sit on your face, while you continue to cook. If you can make me cum in two minutes, I'll consider keeping you around for awhile as my slave.
V: Thank you! Thank you! I hope you’re feeling horny.
W: Well, no, not really. The annual Halloween Orgy ended just a hour ago. I’m mostly just hungry now, sweetie. I've been fucking huge warlock cocks all night long. The odds are working against you, but I will let you try if you wish.
In fact, let me give you five minutes. You'll need more than half that time just to clean me up. I'm simply dripping full of warlock cum. As a finale, I let my two favorite fuck buddies fuck my pussy with their matching nine-inch cocks - a double penetration. It was to die for. My magical pussy milked all of their cum as it held them deep inside me. It was an enormous double load! It's just beginning to pour out now.
Let me scoop out a sample for you. Now I'll rub in over your lips. Go ahead, lick it off. Here, suck the rest off my fingers. There you go. What a good cucky you are.
So I'll give you five minutes and a helpful tip. Begin by licking a mouthful of cum from my pussy, then move up and suck it off my clit and swallow. Do that over and over until the mess is all cleaned up. Then focus on licking my clit and try to get me off. I know you would love to be my cuck.
She climbed down from her stool and mounted the victims face, slowly, teasingly, lowering her pussy to his eager lips and waiting tongue. Gently, she rocked back and forth as he eagerly followed her directions. But the five minutes, measured by an hourglass she had conjured up and left on her table, passed. Before she reached her climax, the last grains of sand spilled into the bottom of the hourglass. With a hungry sigh of pleasure, she dismounted from her victim's face and resumed her seat on the stool.
W: Nice try my pet. I was so close. If only I’d given you another 30 seconds. But I didn’t, so you’ll just have to be roasted and devoured. As a tribute to your effort, I'll also promise to eat your tongue and maybe even a slice of your roasted rump. And maybe save the rest of your caned and seared rump roast for leftover snacks. It should be exceptionally tender and delectable.
V: Thank you. It was my pleasure. It will be an honor to be your meal.
W: Good. Let me turn up the flames. You’re almost done. Don’t scream. Just lay back, surrender and enjoy my fire.
The happy witch held a small hookah and a goblet of wine as she approached the fireplace. She wore a transparent black negligee, and her curly auburn hair flowed over her perfect breasts. The curls gently teased her nipples as she sat on a stool near the head of the young man lying naked and asleep on his back in front of her blazing fire.
She set her hookah and goblet on a small table. Placing the mouthpiece of the hookah between her blood red lips, she lit the hashish in its bowl with sparks from her enameled black fingernail tips, took a long sexy drag and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the man's face.
As he stirred, she took another drag from the hookah. She snapped her fingers to awaken her victim and poked his ribs with the toe of her shiny black high heels.
His eyes opened, and she smiled as she exhaled, another cloud of smoke wafting into his face.
V: Where am I?
W: You are with me, sweetie. In the witch’s lair.
V: Why can’t I move my arms and legs?
W: You are under my spell, you lucky man.
V: Lucky? I guess so. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
W: I am a very, very good witch. Can’t you tell?
V: Yes, I am so relieved.
She took another hit from the hookah and knelt forward, hovering above and sharing the smoke with her victim. She gave him a gentle kiss and just a taste of her tongue as she exhaled and then settled back on her stool. This time she spread her legs, smiling again and displaying her glistening, well-goomed and wet pussy. His eyes grew large and his cock stiffened as he stared into it, mesmerized.
W: But I have some very, very bad habits for a very, very good witch. It was misleading to reassure you. You should be petrified. In fact, I want you to be scared. Fear is a tenderizer, you know.
V: Well, yeah. For one thing, it’s getting a little hot laying here beside your fireplace.
W: I’m afraid that you won’t be going anywhere else, sweetie. I’m roasting you for my Halloween dinner. I simply adore roasting men. It’s my
favorite part of being a witch! You will suffer, of course, but it won’t last too long. I prefer my men cooked medium rare. Seared on the outside, of course, pink in the center.
V: That’s not cool. It’s wicked! It’s evil! It’s illegal and it’s going to hurt a lot!
W: I apologize for that. But I captured you for my Halloween dinner and you are already cooking on my skewer. And, quite honestly, you are starting to smell just delicious! I’m developing quite an appetite. Now, please stop whining or I'll have to use a gag.
As you may remember we met for a lunch date yesterday. I could tell right away that you were very submissive and very tasty. So I captured you, brought you home and began my dinner prep. I cast a spell to put you in zombie mode. I gave you two enemas to clean out your innards. I caned your ass and striped it real good. Then I put you in a marinade of wine, herbs and olive oil and left about 24 hours ago for the Witch and Warlock Halloween Orgy. Now I'm back and I'm really famished. You look so tasty. Forgive me if my stomach rumbles while I roast you.
V: Can’t we make a deal? I'll be your slave, forever. I'll wait on you hand and foot. I'm a good cook, too. Let me make you an omelette, instead. Please. You aren’t a very big witch. Surely you can’t eat a whole roasted man?
W: True. But I never eat a whole man. I always eat the heart, the cock and the balls. Those are my favorite parts. I’m usually full at that point. The rest then gets hung outside the window to feed my pet crows and buzzards. They’re hungry tonight, too.
The witch poured a small portion of wine on her victim's erection and ball sack and used a basting brush to spread it around. His cock twitched and he moaned with pleasure. She smiled and basted again
V: Please, please. I'll do anything to serve you. Let me prove myself. Make me your lover.
W: I’m sorry, honey. But I’ve already examined your cock quite closely. It’s a nice one, and I'll really enjoy devouring it as soon as it’s roasted to a turn. But your cock and your balls would have to be much, much bigger to satisfy me forever. I’ve roasted and eaten bigger ones in the past. I’m afraid you just came up a little short. Nice try, though. I like a little squirming and begging while the man cooks. Your juices are starting to sizzle. Love that sound, too! And thank you for getting so hard for me. It's fun to watch it twitch and it roasts more evenly that way.
V: Please! Please keep me around until you find the one you’re looking for. I have other talents. I love to use my tongue. I love to eat pussy. Give me a chance to satisfy you.
W: Well, maybe I'll give you one chance. Here (snaps fingers to break spell, freeing his arms and legs), fetch me another glass of wine, and, while you’re up bring me a fork and a carving knife. And don’t you dare try to run away. My lair is enchanted. There is no way out, and you’ll just piss me off. You don’t want that.
The young man groaned as he disengaged from the skewer, realizing as he pulled off that it was a large butt plug inserted in his ass and attached to a long pole, anchored into the bricks of the fireplace. He glanced back at it in shock, then looked into the witch's eyes. She smiled and pointed at the bottle of wine across the room. He scurried to comply with her orders.
V: Your wine, my dark goddess. Please I only want to serve you. Let me use my tongue. Let me pleasure your gorgeous pussy.
W: Thank you. Just lay back down. So I can reinsert the skewer.
She snapped her fingers, once again immobilizing his arms and legs. She wagged her magical index finger, which guided the skewer back inside him from the short distance. He moaned as the head of the plug passed his sphincter and impaled him on the skewer.
V: Please. One chance?!
W: Stick out your tongue, sweetie. Well, it is a nice looking tongue. Tell you what, I'll sit on your face, while you continue to cook. If you can make me cum in two minutes, I'll consider keeping you around for awhile as my slave.
V: Thank you! Thank you! I hope you’re feeling horny.
W: Well, no, not really. The annual Halloween Orgy ended just a hour ago. I’m mostly just hungry now, sweetie. I've been fucking huge warlock cocks all night long. The odds are working against you, but I will let you try if you wish.
In fact, let me give you five minutes. You'll need more than half that time just to clean me up. I'm simply dripping full of warlock cum. As a finale, I let my two favorite fuck buddies fuck my pussy with their matching nine-inch cocks - a double penetration. It was to die for. My magical pussy milked all of their cum as it held them deep inside me. It was an enormous double load! It's just beginning to pour out now.
Let me scoop out a sample for you. Now I'll rub in over your lips. Go ahead, lick it off. Here, suck the rest off my fingers. There you go. What a good cucky you are.
So I'll give you five minutes and a helpful tip. Begin by licking a mouthful of cum from my pussy, then move up and suck it off my clit and swallow. Do that over and over until the mess is all cleaned up. Then focus on licking my clit and try to get me off. I know you would love to be my cuck.
She climbed down from her stool and mounted the victims face, slowly, teasingly, lowering her pussy to his eager lips and waiting tongue. Gently, she rocked back and forth as he eagerly followed her directions. But the five minutes, measured by an hourglass she had conjured up and left on her table, passed. Before she reached her climax, the last grains of sand spilled into the bottom of the hourglass. With a hungry sigh of pleasure, she dismounted from her victim's face and resumed her seat on the stool.
W: Nice try my pet. I was so close. If only I’d given you another 30 seconds. But I didn’t, so you’ll just have to be roasted and devoured. As a tribute to your effort, I'll also promise to eat your tongue and maybe even a slice of your roasted rump. And maybe save the rest of your caned and seared rump roast for leftover snacks. It should be exceptionally tender and delectable.
V: Thank you. It was my pleasure. It will be an honor to be your meal.
W: Good. Let me turn up the flames. You’re almost done. Don’t scream. Just lay back, surrender and enjoy my fire.
A very well written tongue cheek satire of many of the kinks explored on this very site.