The Halloween Witch-hunt (M+F+/F+) (Part 5 added/Complete)
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2019 8:45 pm
Kara road hesitantly over the driveway of the villa and placed her bike in the shed behind it. Wistfully, she stared at the enormous carved pumpkins that surrounded her. As a poor college student, she needed money. So her friend Rachel had recommended spending Halloween here. This would be fast money. Especially since she had won the 800-meter track on the junior state championship earlier in the year. Kara was also aware her appearance would help her tonight. Her sea-green eyes, a freckled face, and curly, flaming red hair were uncommon. Thus, it was popular.
But Kara now felt she used her looks to be a prostitute. The hostess, Mrs. Sheppard, had promised nothing improper would happen. Everything would be all fun and games. She would only be tied up. Tied up! Of everything she could think of, this was one of the most horrendous positions to be in front of strangers. Her ex-boyfriend had bound her to her bed once. That had been fun, but this was different. Was she going this low for money?
Kara entered the villa, where Mrs. Sheppard welcomed her hospitably. Her black hair and dress stood in sharp contrast with her pale skin and red lipstick. Someway, she resembled Morticia Adams. Kara didn’t dare to ask whether this was a costume or not. Mrs. Sheppard had detected her nerves and urged her to stop worrying. A couple other girls smiled at her while repeating she would be okay. They were already dressed as witches with a healthy jogging obsession. Kara noted their clothes weren’t skimpy at all. Their skin was covered, and their figures weren’t amplified.
Mrs. Sheppard gave Kara a bag and briefed her to change in the dressing rooms. It contained saddle brown running shoes, black tights, and a matching dark green skirt and sweatshirt combo. She put everything on while noting the clothes were uniformly colored. There were no brand names or reflective stripes left behind. Everything was, as promised, comfortable. Kara judged she could shamelessly jog over the campus in this. It didn’t resemble the trend to make every female Halloween costume sexy. This eased her a bit.
Kara returned to Mrs. Sheppard to finish her transformation. First, she received a necklace with a large pentagram pendant. Large, fabric spiders were stitched to her shoulder and skirt. Fake spider webs were draped over her upper body such that they wouldn’t interfere with her movement. Finally, Mrs. Sheppard fastened a smoky black cloak to Kara’s neck and laid the pointy cap over her head. A couple of her long, red locks were draped over her chest.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Sheppard re-explained what would happen to soothe Kara. “During dinner, you’ll stay bound and gagged. At that moment, the guests are introduced to you, their prey. Since you aren’t allowed to see them yet, you’re blindfolded. They will also examine and taunt you a bit. This might seem appalling, but they’re only allowed to touch your legs, arms, shoulders, and head. But not your face or private parts. They are also unallowed to hurt you in any way. Our team will moderate this, so nothing inappropriate occurs. Since you seem intimidated by this, I will inform them to watch you extra well. Nothing will happen to you. Taking pictures is also forbidden all night.” This calmed Kara. It would still be an embarrassing night, but at least she wouldn’t be assaulted.
Mrs. Sheppard also shared the remaining activities of the night. “After dinner, you will be released in the forest. Not much later, the guests will open the hunt. Try evading them as long as possible. When they catch you, they tie you up and return you to the villa. Then you will be their prize, and they can play with you. Often you’re interrogated whether you are a witch or not. Again, you will be guarded. The night ends with a trial to determine who of you are witches. Afterward, we will put some mattresses here for the night. The following morning, there is a breakfast where you’re supposed to blend in with our guests. Afterward, you’re free to go your own way. That’s all. Oh, and don’t forget to leave an impression. Our guests love it when you give everything. So struggle against them. If you stay uncaptured the longest, you receive a bonus. And some guests leave tips for their favorite witches. So prove to them how tough you are.”
That was the sole reason Kara participated. The cash. This would be an easy 250 bucks for her. She could almost buy two textbooks with that money. But, if she did well, she could earn a lot more in a single night. Rachel had introduced her to this side-hustle since she was an excellent runner. The hunters enjoyed a challenge. So Kara’s experience as a mid-distance runner was helpful. Upfront, Kara had told this hunt scared her. She had sent Mrs. Sheppard one Facebook photo together with her personal records. Mrs. Sheppard had insisted she had to partake. It would be fun. Hence, she had accepted.
Mrs. Sheppard requested Rachel to do Kara’s make-up. There was no need to hide Kara’s freckles since they were charming. So she only got fiery red lipstick, black mascara, and green eye-shadow that matched her eyes.
“Kara, I know this is your first time, but try to calm down. Mrs. Sheppard selects the guests herself, and there are no horny bastards among them. You aren’t going to be raped. Although they like to startle you, they prefer you to live a little. It’s a game. Try to relax and enjoy the night.”
Kara nodded and walked to a mirror to examine herself. She noted her identity wasn’t concealed well under the minimal make-up. But she loved her appearance. The cloak made her mysterious while remaining youthful and natural. In a bar, she would attract many boys. This wasn’t so terrible after all, she thought.
More girls walked in and were transformed into witches as well. In total, there would be thirteen witches. Each girl was slim and athletic. There was no easy prey tonight. All wore different clothing, but the tints were dark. Finding them was a crucial part of the game. Some witches wore long, flared sleeves. Others had short sleeves combined with satin opera gloves. Most wore leggings, but tights and bare legs were also prevalent. Some outfits included leather components, making the costumes look much more professional. But there were no long dresses or high heels. Their ability to run came first. Their appearance was less important. Kara noticed, there was only one other participant who didn’t have a pointy hat clipped to her head. This girl had a plush raven on her shoulder, and many spiders were fumbled in her hair. Kara knew she stood out. But she loved her cloak.
The thirteen witches had an early dinner because they would be bound and gagged during the actual dinner. There was a large amount of macaroni for them since they required fibers and energy. It would be an exhausting night. Kara heard two other girls were participating for the first time too. Because they were also nervous, she could pinpoint them effortlessly. The others knew each other well and were discussing possible tactics. Each of them was excited and motivated. Kara felt her hope of winning plummeting. More strategy seemed to be involved than running fast.
After dinner, their make-up was redone while Mrs. Sheppard greeted the guests elsewhere. The witches were brought to the room where they would be bounded. Here, Kara was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of rope and restraints. Her nerves returned. For each of them, there was a device with a paper with their name. This document also stated how they should be restrained. These devices, except for the giant hamster ball, stood on wheels. So they could be bound here and then driven into the dining room.
Like their outfits, every device was unique. The simplest was a vertical pole, but it was a bit flexible. You couldn’t apply force to it without bouncing the other way. The St. Andrews cross had a pivot in its center, so it could rotate.
The other constructions were even more bizarre. For the girl with the spiders in her hair, there was a gigantic spiderweb. She would be bound to it with white rope. Since the web was somewhat elastic, every movement caused it to vibrate. Like a mosquito, Kara thought. Rachel had to sit on a broom that hung in a frame. It looked excruciating, but she would sit on a hidden cushion. Two girls, who Kara had suspected to be sisters, each had to lie on one side of a pendulum. If one moved, both shifted. Since it was self-correcting, it would return to its equilibrium. There also were a life-size rocking horse, torture rack, and a glass coffin. For whatever reason, all devices enabled some sort of motion. But all were inescapable.
There was some sort of pillory swing for Kara. A steel frame on wheels held a platform she had to kneel on with chains. Her head and arms would be held between two planks at the top of the T-shape that stood on this platform. The broad planks were padded with leather. So it could have been more uncomfortable. But the part that frightened her was the hinge connecting the T-shape to the platform. Hence, Kara couldn’t exert force with her head without altering her center of gravity. As a result, she would start swinging. In essence, she needed to kneel motionless.
Kara was briefed the dinner would start in half an hour. She would be the third to be introduced. Hence, she had about twenty minutes before being confined. The more experienced girls had gained their fans and would be shown last. Kara would be tied for about ninety minutes, so she went to the toilet and brushed her teeth.
The other girls were thrilled with their restraints, but Kara feared them. This place looked like a medieval torturer’s dream. So she wanted to wait outside the room. But Rachel halted her and pressured her to test her olive green ball-gag. Kara had seen pictures of gags before but had never seen them in real life. Let alone worn one. Kara opened her mouth, and Rachel fastened it behind her head. At first, Kara feared she couldn’t breathe. But, it was a lot more pleasant than she had expected. Breathing wasn’t an issue. Only the taste was horrible. Rachel removed the gag after a minute and inquired if she was okay. Kara nodded. She could endure this.
“To be honest, Mrs. Sheppard is going light on you. This is only a small ball-gag. So you won’t be as muffled as us. You might be understood when trying to talk. So don’t try saying anything. It has to look like you’re gagged properly.” Kara appreciated the advice from Rachel. A bigger gag was undesirable.
“Kara, it’s your turn. Please come over here.” one of the staff members shouted. Kara stepped nervously toward the man who would tie her up. Kara guessed he was in his early fifties due to his baldness. Rachel followed Kara as she had promised. In some sense, Kara felt a lot safer this way. The man introduced himself as Sean, and they shook hands. To her delight, Rachel seemed to know him. He requested Kara to remove her shoes, which she did. The guests preferred tights over running shoes.
“I have heard this is only your second time in bondage. So I won’t go all out. But the guests don’t know this. I’ll tie you first lightly and tighten the ropes later. In this way, we can see how far we will go. Please sit down, so we can start.” Sean pointed at the two black leather cushions that were meant for her knees. Kara sighed and assumed her position. The pads were soft. Otherwise, Kara thought, they would hurt her knees. Sean opened the pillory, and she entered it. Since Rachel was here, she thought she could trust him. Sean closed it and secured it with a padlock. Kara knew she was stuck and turned her head. This already caused the pillory to swing a little.
Sean wasn’t much of a talker, and Kara appreciated that. But he described every step of the process. First, he and Rachel bound her ankles and lower legs with bright red rope to the platform. This wasn’t necessary, it was for aesthetic reasons. Her feet dangled over the edge of the platform. Kara had noted earlier two poles between her legs that formed a triangle. She had been anxious, her private parts had to rest on this triangle, but this wasn’t the case. Sean attached her upper legs to them. He explained he would fasten her tightly to these poles because they would support her. Then there would be less pressure on her knees.
There weren’t many ropes, and they around didn’t irritate Kara. So she informed Sean he could tighten them. Sean obliged and cinched all knots again. Now it pressed into her skin. Then Sean draped her cloak, skirt, and pendant in their precise position. Rachel had brought a mirror, so Kara could observe herself. “Wow, this is peculiar. Almost sexy. But weird. Can I see myself with the gag?” Sean and Rachel complied. Now Kara could barely recognize herself. But she admired what she saw: helplessness. She had never felt this way before.
After asking one last time if Kara was all right, Sean blindfolded her and drove her away. Kara had been correct, she had to keep still. Every movement created more motion. But it didn’t matter at the moment. The ride caused her to swing no matter what she did. Kara noted she was being driven to an enthusiastic group, judging by their laughter. The sound of utensils also entered her ears. She recognized Mrs. Sheppard, but all other voices were unfamiliar to her. Her frame was halted abruptly, causing a significant swing. Kara felt her throat being pressed against the bottom plank. This hurt. After she had recovered, she noted she was between the dining guests. She would be introduced next.
“This is Kara Redblood from Blacklunans in the Scottish Highlands. She burned down the house of a rival in love. In the fire, five innocent farmers lost their lives, including two little boys. Today we’re gathered to speak justice. We’ll determine whether Kara committed this despicable crime. So hear me, while I state the facts.” Mrs. Sheppard spoke these words, and Kara relaxed. It was a show. Redblood wasn’t her last name, and she was from Maine. Not the Scottish Highlands. Mrs. Sheppard scraped her throat while Kara could feel the eyes pinned at her.
But Kara now felt she used her looks to be a prostitute. The hostess, Mrs. Sheppard, had promised nothing improper would happen. Everything would be all fun and games. She would only be tied up. Tied up! Of everything she could think of, this was one of the most horrendous positions to be in front of strangers. Her ex-boyfriend had bound her to her bed once. That had been fun, but this was different. Was she going this low for money?
Kara entered the villa, where Mrs. Sheppard welcomed her hospitably. Her black hair and dress stood in sharp contrast with her pale skin and red lipstick. Someway, she resembled Morticia Adams. Kara didn’t dare to ask whether this was a costume or not. Mrs. Sheppard had detected her nerves and urged her to stop worrying. A couple other girls smiled at her while repeating she would be okay. They were already dressed as witches with a healthy jogging obsession. Kara noted their clothes weren’t skimpy at all. Their skin was covered, and their figures weren’t amplified.
Mrs. Sheppard gave Kara a bag and briefed her to change in the dressing rooms. It contained saddle brown running shoes, black tights, and a matching dark green skirt and sweatshirt combo. She put everything on while noting the clothes were uniformly colored. There were no brand names or reflective stripes left behind. Everything was, as promised, comfortable. Kara judged she could shamelessly jog over the campus in this. It didn’t resemble the trend to make every female Halloween costume sexy. This eased her a bit.
Kara returned to Mrs. Sheppard to finish her transformation. First, she received a necklace with a large pentagram pendant. Large, fabric spiders were stitched to her shoulder and skirt. Fake spider webs were draped over her upper body such that they wouldn’t interfere with her movement. Finally, Mrs. Sheppard fastened a smoky black cloak to Kara’s neck and laid the pointy cap over her head. A couple of her long, red locks were draped over her chest.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Sheppard re-explained what would happen to soothe Kara. “During dinner, you’ll stay bound and gagged. At that moment, the guests are introduced to you, their prey. Since you aren’t allowed to see them yet, you’re blindfolded. They will also examine and taunt you a bit. This might seem appalling, but they’re only allowed to touch your legs, arms, shoulders, and head. But not your face or private parts. They are also unallowed to hurt you in any way. Our team will moderate this, so nothing inappropriate occurs. Since you seem intimidated by this, I will inform them to watch you extra well. Nothing will happen to you. Taking pictures is also forbidden all night.” This calmed Kara. It would still be an embarrassing night, but at least she wouldn’t be assaulted.
Mrs. Sheppard also shared the remaining activities of the night. “After dinner, you will be released in the forest. Not much later, the guests will open the hunt. Try evading them as long as possible. When they catch you, they tie you up and return you to the villa. Then you will be their prize, and they can play with you. Often you’re interrogated whether you are a witch or not. Again, you will be guarded. The night ends with a trial to determine who of you are witches. Afterward, we will put some mattresses here for the night. The following morning, there is a breakfast where you’re supposed to blend in with our guests. Afterward, you’re free to go your own way. That’s all. Oh, and don’t forget to leave an impression. Our guests love it when you give everything. So struggle against them. If you stay uncaptured the longest, you receive a bonus. And some guests leave tips for their favorite witches. So prove to them how tough you are.”
That was the sole reason Kara participated. The cash. This would be an easy 250 bucks for her. She could almost buy two textbooks with that money. But, if she did well, she could earn a lot more in a single night. Rachel had introduced her to this side-hustle since she was an excellent runner. The hunters enjoyed a challenge. So Kara’s experience as a mid-distance runner was helpful. Upfront, Kara had told this hunt scared her. She had sent Mrs. Sheppard one Facebook photo together with her personal records. Mrs. Sheppard had insisted she had to partake. It would be fun. Hence, she had accepted.
Mrs. Sheppard requested Rachel to do Kara’s make-up. There was no need to hide Kara’s freckles since they were charming. So she only got fiery red lipstick, black mascara, and green eye-shadow that matched her eyes.
“Kara, I know this is your first time, but try to calm down. Mrs. Sheppard selects the guests herself, and there are no horny bastards among them. You aren’t going to be raped. Although they like to startle you, they prefer you to live a little. It’s a game. Try to relax and enjoy the night.”
Kara nodded and walked to a mirror to examine herself. She noted her identity wasn’t concealed well under the minimal make-up. But she loved her appearance. The cloak made her mysterious while remaining youthful and natural. In a bar, she would attract many boys. This wasn’t so terrible after all, she thought.
More girls walked in and were transformed into witches as well. In total, there would be thirteen witches. Each girl was slim and athletic. There was no easy prey tonight. All wore different clothing, but the tints were dark. Finding them was a crucial part of the game. Some witches wore long, flared sleeves. Others had short sleeves combined with satin opera gloves. Most wore leggings, but tights and bare legs were also prevalent. Some outfits included leather components, making the costumes look much more professional. But there were no long dresses or high heels. Their ability to run came first. Their appearance was less important. Kara noticed, there was only one other participant who didn’t have a pointy hat clipped to her head. This girl had a plush raven on her shoulder, and many spiders were fumbled in her hair. Kara knew she stood out. But she loved her cloak.
The thirteen witches had an early dinner because they would be bound and gagged during the actual dinner. There was a large amount of macaroni for them since they required fibers and energy. It would be an exhausting night. Kara heard two other girls were participating for the first time too. Because they were also nervous, she could pinpoint them effortlessly. The others knew each other well and were discussing possible tactics. Each of them was excited and motivated. Kara felt her hope of winning plummeting. More strategy seemed to be involved than running fast.
After dinner, their make-up was redone while Mrs. Sheppard greeted the guests elsewhere. The witches were brought to the room where they would be bounded. Here, Kara was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of rope and restraints. Her nerves returned. For each of them, there was a device with a paper with their name. This document also stated how they should be restrained. These devices, except for the giant hamster ball, stood on wheels. So they could be bound here and then driven into the dining room.
Like their outfits, every device was unique. The simplest was a vertical pole, but it was a bit flexible. You couldn’t apply force to it without bouncing the other way. The St. Andrews cross had a pivot in its center, so it could rotate.
The other constructions were even more bizarre. For the girl with the spiders in her hair, there was a gigantic spiderweb. She would be bound to it with white rope. Since the web was somewhat elastic, every movement caused it to vibrate. Like a mosquito, Kara thought. Rachel had to sit on a broom that hung in a frame. It looked excruciating, but she would sit on a hidden cushion. Two girls, who Kara had suspected to be sisters, each had to lie on one side of a pendulum. If one moved, both shifted. Since it was self-correcting, it would return to its equilibrium. There also were a life-size rocking horse, torture rack, and a glass coffin. For whatever reason, all devices enabled some sort of motion. But all were inescapable.
There was some sort of pillory swing for Kara. A steel frame on wheels held a platform she had to kneel on with chains. Her head and arms would be held between two planks at the top of the T-shape that stood on this platform. The broad planks were padded with leather. So it could have been more uncomfortable. But the part that frightened her was the hinge connecting the T-shape to the platform. Hence, Kara couldn’t exert force with her head without altering her center of gravity. As a result, she would start swinging. In essence, she needed to kneel motionless.
Kara was briefed the dinner would start in half an hour. She would be the third to be introduced. Hence, she had about twenty minutes before being confined. The more experienced girls had gained their fans and would be shown last. Kara would be tied for about ninety minutes, so she went to the toilet and brushed her teeth.
The other girls were thrilled with their restraints, but Kara feared them. This place looked like a medieval torturer’s dream. So she wanted to wait outside the room. But Rachel halted her and pressured her to test her olive green ball-gag. Kara had seen pictures of gags before but had never seen them in real life. Let alone worn one. Kara opened her mouth, and Rachel fastened it behind her head. At first, Kara feared she couldn’t breathe. But, it was a lot more pleasant than she had expected. Breathing wasn’t an issue. Only the taste was horrible. Rachel removed the gag after a minute and inquired if she was okay. Kara nodded. She could endure this.
“To be honest, Mrs. Sheppard is going light on you. This is only a small ball-gag. So you won’t be as muffled as us. You might be understood when trying to talk. So don’t try saying anything. It has to look like you’re gagged properly.” Kara appreciated the advice from Rachel. A bigger gag was undesirable.
“Kara, it’s your turn. Please come over here.” one of the staff members shouted. Kara stepped nervously toward the man who would tie her up. Kara guessed he was in his early fifties due to his baldness. Rachel followed Kara as she had promised. In some sense, Kara felt a lot safer this way. The man introduced himself as Sean, and they shook hands. To her delight, Rachel seemed to know him. He requested Kara to remove her shoes, which she did. The guests preferred tights over running shoes.
“I have heard this is only your second time in bondage. So I won’t go all out. But the guests don’t know this. I’ll tie you first lightly and tighten the ropes later. In this way, we can see how far we will go. Please sit down, so we can start.” Sean pointed at the two black leather cushions that were meant for her knees. Kara sighed and assumed her position. The pads were soft. Otherwise, Kara thought, they would hurt her knees. Sean opened the pillory, and she entered it. Since Rachel was here, she thought she could trust him. Sean closed it and secured it with a padlock. Kara knew she was stuck and turned her head. This already caused the pillory to swing a little.
Sean wasn’t much of a talker, and Kara appreciated that. But he described every step of the process. First, he and Rachel bound her ankles and lower legs with bright red rope to the platform. This wasn’t necessary, it was for aesthetic reasons. Her feet dangled over the edge of the platform. Kara had noted earlier two poles between her legs that formed a triangle. She had been anxious, her private parts had to rest on this triangle, but this wasn’t the case. Sean attached her upper legs to them. He explained he would fasten her tightly to these poles because they would support her. Then there would be less pressure on her knees.
There weren’t many ropes, and they around didn’t irritate Kara. So she informed Sean he could tighten them. Sean obliged and cinched all knots again. Now it pressed into her skin. Then Sean draped her cloak, skirt, and pendant in their precise position. Rachel had brought a mirror, so Kara could observe herself. “Wow, this is peculiar. Almost sexy. But weird. Can I see myself with the gag?” Sean and Rachel complied. Now Kara could barely recognize herself. But she admired what she saw: helplessness. She had never felt this way before.
After asking one last time if Kara was all right, Sean blindfolded her and drove her away. Kara had been correct, she had to keep still. Every movement created more motion. But it didn’t matter at the moment. The ride caused her to swing no matter what she did. Kara noted she was being driven to an enthusiastic group, judging by their laughter. The sound of utensils also entered her ears. She recognized Mrs. Sheppard, but all other voices were unfamiliar to her. Her frame was halted abruptly, causing a significant swing. Kara felt her throat being pressed against the bottom plank. This hurt. After she had recovered, she noted she was between the dining guests. She would be introduced next.
“This is Kara Redblood from Blacklunans in the Scottish Highlands. She burned down the house of a rival in love. In the fire, five innocent farmers lost their lives, including two little boys. Today we’re gathered to speak justice. We’ll determine whether Kara committed this despicable crime. So hear me, while I state the facts.” Mrs. Sheppard spoke these words, and Kara relaxed. It was a show. Redblood wasn’t her last name, and she was from Maine. Not the Scottish Highlands. Mrs. Sheppard scraped her throat while Kara could feel the eyes pinned at her.