SALEM’S REVISITED by Mystify0211

Feature Writer: Mystify0211

Feature Title: Salem’s Revisited

Published: 28.10.2024

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: Salem witches get their revenge

Salem’s Revisited

In the fall of 1969, Bridget Bishop and John Hathorne enter the Salem College of the Arts in Salem, Massachusetts. Salem College of the Arts is a small exclusive Liberal Arts College that is very popular with writers. Many well-known writers have studied there but finished their educational degrees elsewhere. Edgar Allen Poe was one of its first successful writers to attend. Following in his footsteps were Dram Stoker and Mary Shelley. It has been rumored that Steven King also studies there although King has never publicly acknowledged that.

Bridget Bishop is a very fair-skinned beauty. She stands at five foot, seven inches tall and weighs one hundred and fifteen pounds. She has very nicely shaped breasts and an hourglass figure with one of the most amazing asses you will ever see. It is a very rare occasion when a man does not turn his head and look, more like stare, when she walks by. Her skin is almost bleached white, but she never burns or tans. She has pitch-black hair and dark eyes that only make her more alluring. She is the subject of many young men’s dreams.

John Hathorne is a fine-looking young man himself, standing six foot, two inches tall with a very athletic build and muscular frame. Looking at him, you’d think he is a star athlete, but he is anything but. John has the looks, but not an athletic bone in his body. As a result, John tends to the shy side.

The first class of the year was a creative writing class for incoming freshmen. Bridget was one of the first students to arrive and took the back seat on the next-to-last aisle. When John arrived, he took the seat next to her on the window side. Bridget introduced herself and John was instantly in love. Her smile just made him melt. He was speechless for several seconds and Bridget broke the ice by laughing.

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?”

The first author they studied was Poe’s “Cast of Amontillado.” It immediately set a dark tone for the class. In the middle of class, Bridget leaned over to John.

“I can see you walled in with a brick wall.”

There was a hearty laughter that disrupted the class.

John looked at her and joined in her laugh, although a much more subdued laugh.

Their next class was illustration and John and Bridget again sat next to each other. Their first assignment was to pick a Poe story and come up with their illustration for the various scenes in the story. Bridget of course started drawing a brick wall, while John drew a cat behind a wall.

Bridget Bishop is a direct descendent of Bridget Bishop, the first person executed in the infamous Salem Witch trials of 1692 to 1693. The Massachusetts Bay Colony secretly paid the family for what we would call today a “Wrongful death.” The Bishop family used that money to become very wealthy and eventually started the Salem College of the Arts. Since 1892, all of the Bishop girls have attended the College. The Bishop family rarely mention to others that they are descended from the original Bridget, nor that their family started the school.

John Hathorne is a direct descendent of John Hathorne, the judge in Bridget’s trial. The Hathorne’s are a very Puritanical family and many still believe that the trials were fair, and that Bridget got what she deserved. They are very proud of their heritage and almost everyone in Salem Neck, where most of the family still reside, knows that their family took part in the Salem Witch trials. They all grew up with stories of witchcraft and various traits the judge used against the witches.

Over the first several weeks of the school year, John and Bridget became very close friends and on Columbus Day, John finally asked Bridget out. Bridget, playing it ever so cool, gave John a definite maybe. Which John of course took as a yes.

John lived in a dormitory up the hill from the academic region of the campus while Bridget lived in Zeta, Zeta, Zeta Sorority. Zeta of course is the sixth letter in the Greek alphabet and the sorority is often referred to as 666. All of the women living in that sorority are very light-skinned with dark hair and eyes, although some of the girls have colored their hair blonde. They all seemed to always wear black.

John asked around and it turns out that none of his friends had ever stepped foot in that sorority. The only ones who had were members of the Delta Iota Alpha fraternity. They too almost always wore black.

Later that week, John and Bridget were walking back from class, when John again broached the subject of going out. Bridget Invited him to her sorority where he could meet the Head Mistress.

John thought that the title was funny but accepted the invitation immediately. When they got to Bridget’s Sorority a couple of her “sisters” were sitting on the porch. Bridget introduced John to Emily, Sarah, and Abby, then asked if John wanted a beer. He of course accepted and Bridget walked inside to get them a couple of beers. While she was away, the other three asked John all sorts of personal questions, including if he was a virgin.

John of course turned beet red and said he was not. The three girls looked him over and saw how red he was and knew he was lying but decided to play it coy for a little bit. Abby took the lead and proclaimed that she thought Bridget was a virgin too.

“No woman in this sorority has ever made it to Thanksgiving as a virgin. I think you are a virgin John … regardless of your claims.”

John’s cock was stirring throughout this entire conversation and by this time had a full-blown hard-on. Abby looked at John’s cock and noticed the obvious bulge.

“Only a virgin would be so turned on by this conversation. I’ll bet you will be choking that chicken when you get home.”

Bridget had been inside the door with two beers and listened intently to the conversation. She was almost in hysterics but knew she had to save John. She emerged from hiding.

“Ignore the slut, she loves to compare her sexcapades to others. How many guys were you with on Saturday, Abby, was it three or four?”

“I had one for breakfast, one for lunch and three overnight guests. Each one of them ate my pussy, before I let them fuck me,” Abby replied, as she was proud of her sex appeal.

John almost blew his load, and the Head Mistress appeared.

“Well, well, well my dear Abby. I am glad that I trained you to put those little boys in their place. I hope they were on their knees showing you proper respect.”

She introduced herself to John and looked him over.

“This boy has never had the pleasure of the female appeal.”

John, doing everything he could to change the subject, gulped down his beer, complimented it and asked what kind it was. The Head Mistress told him that they brewed their own in this sorority and that it was a family recipe handed down for over three hundred years.

“We call it Witches Ale.”

John stayed for a while longer and had a few more beers with the women of Zeta, Zeta, Zeta. He stood up to leave and as he did the Head Mistress invited him to their Halloween Party. She then told him that the sorority hosts a Halloween party every year. He then heard her say something else, but it was in total disbelief, he was sure she said it was going to be a virginity sacrifice party.

The other girls just laughed and told him to go home a jerkoff, he’ll need to get himself ready.

John could not believe it. He was just invited to a virginity sacrifice party and he and the girl he loved were the two virgins in the group. Needless to say, John jerked off several times leading up to the party. As the date of the party approached, John controlled himself and did not jerkoff after Wednesday. He wanted his first load into Bridget to be a full one.

Leading up to the party he and Bridget saw each other every day, but he did not return to her Sorority. Bridget apologized several times for her sister’s behavior and told John she could not wait to see him at the party.

Friday, October 31, Halloween finally arrived the date of the party. John had decided to go to the party dressed as a prisoner. He wanted to send a message that he would allow Bridget to be in control. When he got to the party, all of the women were dressed in black with witches’ hats. The outfits ranged from long black dresses to black leather and whips to Abby’s black leather open-top bra and crotchless panties.

Abby greeted John when he arrived and told him that if he was lucky, he be on his knees worshiping my sweet nectar.

As the night progressed, John noticed that several of the women had dropped an article of clothing or two and several others had joined Abby in just their bra and panties and knee-high black boots. All of the other guys were wearing black tuxedos, and they were all from the Delta Iota Alpha fraternity.

At half an hour to midnight the Head Mistress announced that it was time to prepare for the virginity sacrifice. She then stated that they were fortunate this year to have two virgins that she hoped would sacrifice their virginity.

She first introduced Bridget to the crowd.

“Remove your garments, my dear.”

At this point strip tease music began to play and she put on an amazing show. Not only were all of the guys hard by the time she had removed her clothing, but it was obvious that most of the women who were already down to their panties adorned a large wet spot. Others had joined in and removed most of their clothing as well.

If John thought Bridget was gorgeous with her clothes on, he was completely overcome by her naked body. She even had an arrow-shaped landing strip that ran from just below her naval to her pussy.

Now the Head Mistress asked John if he would like to kneel before this goddess and worship that beautiful virgin pussy. He did not hesitate to drop to his knees and crawl to her. As he got to within a foot of that beautiful pussy the Head Mistress.

“Not so fast, we have all night, and you are still dressed.”

On cue, John removed all of his clothing faster than he had ever done before. As you might have guessed, he had a raging hard-on.

“Well John, you seem overanxious. Abby, could you please settle this young man down, we have all night.”

John remained on his knees next to Bridget. Abby, ever the expert with a cock, caressed John’s cock, then without him knowing, snapped a cock cage on him.

“That’s better,” the Head Mistress said, “Gentlemen, we are ready for our first virginity sacrifice of the night. Please get undressed and our virgin will choose who gets the honors.”

At that point, twelve guys proceeded to undress. Bridget had the honors of choosing which cock would be the first to entice her. When they were all undressed, Bridget noticed that Thomas had the fattest cock, and second place was not even close. She walked over to Thomas, knelt before him, and started to lick his cock while she told him what a wonderful cock he had.

“I will suck this cock dry first. I am afraid that monster would do damage to my virgin pussy. The others will need to loosen it up — before I have the pleasure of riding such a wonderful cock — Rest assured I will ride that cock tonight.”

She then sucked his cock while the others cheered her on. Abby of course was the most vocal and shouted instructions as she knew this was her first blowjob.

Thomas eventually blew his load in Bridget’s mouth and all over her face. To John’s surprise, Thomas’s cum was black. At this point, his heart sank. He had read in one of the secret family journals that the most damning evidence against the Warlocks in Salem was that they had black cum. The witches on the other hand had black breast milk.

When Thomas was done, Bridget kissed John with a mouthful of black cum. John eat all of the cum from her mouth and face. All of the girls just laughed at him, mostly asking how he liked that Warlock cum.

Bridget proceeded to fuck each of the twelve guys, Thomas being the last. She came almost instantly when he entered her and again when he came; they came together and held a long embrace. After each fucking, John cleanup Bridget’s pussy and creampie.

The Head Mistress then got down on her knees and brought Thomas’ cock back to life. She then laid on her back.

“Fuck this pussy, hard!” she instructed Thomas.

When Thomas was done, she pointed to John.

“Come here and clean this up,” she instructed him.

John moved into place.

“We are now ready for our second virginity sacrifice of the night. Bridget, take this boy’s virginity.”

At that, the Head Mistress grabbed John’s head with her hands and wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight to her pussy and Bridget assumed a position behind him. He was going to get fucked by the woman of his dreams, except she was wearing a strap-on, and was preparing to take his anal cherry.

All the girls and guys were cheering the two women on.

“I will fuck your ass — harder than anyone ‚ fucked me tonight,” Bridget informed John.

“Eat that Warlock’s cum, you Hathorne scum,” cried the Head Mistress, “It’s time your family paid for what they did to my husband.”

At this, Bridget rammed her cock into John’s ass while he looked up at the woman and saw her change from what appeared to be a forty-something-year-old woman to a three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old crinkled-up witch — oh, the wicked laughs.

THE END