Feature Writer: Dan Castle

Feature Title: The Witch And The Woodsman

Published: 17.07.2022

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: Things are not as they seem in this twisted fairy tale

The Witch And The Woodsman

A long time ago, in a land far away. There was a small village, surrounded by woods. The woods provided for the village, in exchange the people were to never leave. But life was quiet and peaceful. And each year, they were expected to present a sacrifice. On the eve of the new year, a crow will perch on one of the houses. It would present a letter. And from that house, one of the members was to be given to the woods.

The letter would describe what was wanted of the woods, “A man of at least twenty five years. A woman who has recently given birth. And more.” And this year, the crow perched on Oriol Brogan’s house. He was the son of the local woodsman and was in apprenticeship to follow in his father’s footsteps. But upon receiving the letter, his family gathered around for fear of who it would ask for.

His father opened the letter, slowly. They all feared it would ask for the youngest in the house. Little Tatiana was barely more than a year old. Not one member of the family spoke as Oriol’s father Vilhelm opened the letter. He set the parchment down and read aloud.

The message was simple. “A boy, recently came of age.”

There was a quiet relief that passed through the house. Tatiana was spared, but the letter instead described Oriol. The boy, having turned nineteen this year, was the most recent in the village to come of age.

The family turned to him, sorrow and guilt in their eyes. Oriol knew they felt bad for being relieved, but he understood. “It’s okay,” he told them, “I will be more than happy to lay my life in exchange for hers,” he told them. But his heart hung heavy, as anyone’s would. He wished it would have been someone else’s house. But he knew there was no time for selfishness. He had until nightfall to present himself to the forest.

When the announcement was made, the village came to see him. To thank him for his sacrifice. To present him and his family with gifts and well wishes. But as time went on and the people returned to their homes. Night would fall soon but Vilhelm took him aside.

“Take this with you boy,” he said as he put a hatchet in his hands. It was heavy in his hands but it was a weight he was one he was used to. He spent nearly all day swinging it with his father. “I’m not letting, this thing take someone from my family. Not without a fight. You take this with you. Find whatever is doing this, and kill it.”

Oriol gripped the hatchet tightly. “Your sister may have been spared this year,” Vilhelm continued. “But what about next year, or the year after? This stops now. I’m sorry to put this on you, boy. But the forest will only accept you tonight.

Oriol nodded solemnly. “I’ll do it,” he told his father. “I’ll come back. I promise.”

“Good boy,” Vilhelm said before pulling his son into a hug for a long moment before letting go of him. “Now go, go before I make you stay.”

Oriol pulled himself away from his father, taking the hatchet in hand and carrying the pack of supplies, he ran. He ran before he could have time to hesitate. He ran to the outskirts of his village, past the farm fields and to the very edge of where they were usually allowed to go.

He stopped before a wall of thick trees and bushes. He saw no way through, but as he stood there, the foliage opened a path for him. He hesitated but only for a moment before setting forward.

As soon as he was within the realm of the forest, the path behind him closed again. He did not stop to ponder it and forced himself onward. The forest was eerily quiet. No birds, no crickets or any other kind of animals could be heard. The path continued in a straight line onward. It did not turn or bend and the more he walked, the more it felt like he was making no progress.

By now, night had fallen, the light of the moon continued to show the path ahead of him still with no end in sight. He felt as if he were going mad. Finally he would come to a stop and turn to the nearest tree. He would carve his own path then as he hefted his hatchet and prepared to swing.

But then he heard something, a rustling of the bushes nearby. His body froze, he considered his options. He did not have long as a large vine lashed out from the brush at him.

Oriol turned and swung, the blade of his hatchet cutting through the vine as he suddenly started running. More vines reaching out for him as he ran, he did his best to cut through them but each one he cut gave rise to two more. They grabbed and pulled at him until they covered him completely. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move, could hardly breathe. Before long he fell unconscious.

He would wake when he felt himself being dumped upon a cold floor. He groaned, disoriented as he struggled to see where he was. It was dark, the floor beneath him was made of stone. He scrambled to find the hatchet where it had clattered to the floor. He could hardly see in this darkness but his hands eventually found the wooden handle.

He gripped it tightly and stood up, trying to see where he had been dropped. It wasn’t long before he heard a voice that echoed off of the walls.

“It’s about time,” it was a woman’s voice, “I was beginning to think you’d never get here. I had to send out my dear pets to retrieve you. Ones you went and hacked away at.”

Without hesitating, he turned and swung his hatchet at the source of the sound, but before the blade could strike, he was halted by a bright light.

That light faded to a blue glow that illuminated the caster. A woman, a witch. She was dressed in snugly fit robes that were slit on the sides all the way up, showing off her legs, which were bare. Her face was partially obscured by a band that covered her eyes and a large hat that had many trinkets dangling from it.

From her extended hand a magical energy glowed, that same energy held his hatchet in place. No matter how hard he pulled he could not free it from where it was stuck in the air. For that matter he couldn’t move at all.

“I don’t remember saying you could bring this,” she said, “Bad boy. But I suppose I do have to admire the attempt.”

“I promised my family I’d kill you,” Oriol managed to say through grit teeth.

“That’s adorable,” the witch responded. With a turn of her wrist and a snap of her fingers Oriol’s hatchet suddenly disappeared. “Take a seat.” Again she waved her hand to him and he was pushed back against the far wall, forced to sit on the floor.

“Who are you?” Oriol asked her.

“Yes I suppose introductions are in order,” she said, “Officially the name is Ruby, but I think you’ll be addressing me as “master” if you know what’s good for you. “Go ahead, try it.” She approached him as the magical light around her began to spread, illuminating more of the room around them.

“Why are you doing this to us? M-master?” The last word was practically pried from him by some unseen force. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from saying it.

She smiled and leaned down to pat his head lightly, “Good boy,” she said with a chuckle.

“In truth I don’t need to answer that but since I do need a little cooperation from you I’ll compromise. Your little village is under my protection, and you being here now is my way of collecting tax. Same as any lord would. I have various needs here and there, most of which are test subjects for my spells and potions. You however, are a little different. See, I need something from you.”

“And what would that be?” He asked.

“Your seed,” she answered. “You’d be surprised how many of my spells and concoctions require the seed of man as a base ingredient. Not to mention I tend to grow bored and lonely here in my tower. So I’m killing two birds with a single stone here. You should be thankful. Behave and you’ll find your stay here more pleasant than your predecessors.”

“You can’t be serious,” he said. He tried to stand up, but was still held down by an unseen force.

“I’m always serious,” she answered, “I suppose this is the part where I ask you for your name.”

“Oriol,” he answered, “Son of woodsman Vilhelm…”

“Yeah I don’t need the whole family tree, thank you,” she interrupted him. “I was just being polite, wood boy. But now that that’s out of the way I suppose we can get started. I need a fresh supply.”

“Wait, what?” Oriol started.

“Stand,” she commanded, and he did. His body moving against his will to obey hers.

“How are you doing this?” He asked her.

“It’s a simple enough spell, it helps you’re nowhere near strong enough to resist me,” she said with a chuckle. “Now follow. It’s best if we do this in my laboratory.”

At her command, he followed her. Out of what he now realized was a kind of cell and up a set of stone stairs into a more well lit room. This appeared to be the laboratory she spoke of. Various tables covered in books, bottles of potions and other unknown concoctions and half finished projects. In the center was a large wooden table that had been tilted upright.

In this light he saw her more clearly. Her skin was a light grey in tone. Her hair was dark but the clothes she wore were mostly covered in greens and browns. It was hard to tell, but she seemed around his age, maybe a little older. But he got the feeling she was actually much older than that.

“Now,” she said as she turned to him, “Clothes. Off.”

He hardly registered her command before he felt his hands pulling his shirt off, then removing his boots before unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants and kicking them aside.

He was nervous. He had never been naked in the presence of a woman before. He moved to try to cover himself when she stopped him.

“No no,” she said, “don’t hide.” And at her word his hands came to hang at his side as she examined him. Her hand reached out to touch him, moving across his chest. “Mmm, I got very lucky this year,” she said. “Young and fit. Yes you’ll do wonderfully.”

Her hand slid down his chest to his stomach, then lower to grab his dick. “Oh my,” she said, “even soft you’re quite the impressive specimen.”

Oriol blushed but said nothing as she let go of him. She turned to one of the many cabinets and examined the potions inside.

“I really should organize these,” she muttered as she looked for one specific vial in question. She picked one up, “I think this is the right one… Well what could possibly go wrong?”

Oriol grew very nervous as she returned with a glass vial that contained a pink liquid.

“Drink this,” she said. Again his body betrayed him, moving to take the bottle and opening it. It had a strong odor as he put the glass to his lips and poured the liquid inside his mouth. It was bitter and he wanted to spit it out but he couldn’t. Within moments he drank the whole thing.

He gagged and coughed when he finished it, “What was that?” He asked.

“It should have been a vitality potion,” she answered. “That’s assuming I gave you the right one.”

“And if you didn’t?” He asked.

“Oh, anything could happen then,” she said, “either way should be fun.”

Before he could contemplate his fate, he felt his body growing warm, very warm. It seemed to gather in his stomach before moving lower. It settled between his legs as he started to feel his dick stiffen. He groaned as it throbbed and started to leak precum.

“There we go,” she said before gently running her hand against this stiff cock. “Now, answer me truthfully, boy. Are you a virgin?”

“Y-yes, Master,” he felt himself answering her.

“Wonderful,” she said. “I suppose I should have specified in the letter but you never know with young people these days. I wasn’t sure if there would be anyone who’d fit the bill so I left it out.”

“Do I want to know why that matters?” He asked.

“Your seed will be much more potent, I won’t have to use as much of it so I’m going to get as much as possible. Which means you and I are in for a long night. Especially considering that potion is supposed to amplify how much seed you can produce.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. But he didn’t get to protest as he felt her grabbing his cock, stroking him. “Especially because it’s going to be too tempting to not use this cock of yours so I have to get as much as I can now.”

With her free hand she took her hat off and set it on a nearby table before she grabbed an empty glass and lowered herself onto her knees. She gripped him tightly and stroked him faster. “Now don’t be shy, boy,” she said, “let me know when you’re close and don’t hold back. Cum as much as you like.”

He groaned as he felt her stroking him. He had no way to resist her and it felt good. It was even better when she leaned forward. He felt her lips on the head of his cock.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this so bear with me, plus you’re so big,” she said before opening her mouth and sliding his cock inside. He felt her tongue against his shaft as she sucked on him, her head sliding up and down along his cock.

He felt a pressure growing in him, maybe it was the potion or her skill but he felt like he was about to burst.

“I.. I’m…” he managed to say, but it was all she needed to hear as she pulled her head back. She grabbed his cock and stroked him, aiming the head into the glass cup while his cock started to throb. He moaned as he started cumming, his dick shooting his hot, white seed into the glass.

It was one of the most intense orgasms of his life as he seemed to keep cumming more and more, already filling the bottom of the glass.

“Good boy,” she said as he finished, “very good boy.” She gave his cock a kiss before she stood up, examining how much he had filled the glass.

“A very good start,” she said, “but you have much more in there. Don’t you?” She chuckled and set the glass down so she could remove her robes, revealing her naked body.

“Now tell you what,’ she said as she pressed her body against him, “be good and fill this whole glass for me and I’ll let you fuck me.” She chuckled, “not like you have a choice. But it’s still good to provide a goal for you.” She released him and turned to the table in the room.

With her magic she caused it to move, to lay horizontally and lower closer to the ground. “I think a more effective method of extraction is in order,” she said to him. “Get on the table, on all fours.”

His body moved to her command, climbing into the table and standing on all fours

She placed the glass beneath him and grabbed another glass vial. This time she poured the liquid onto her hand before she grabbed his ass. Her fingers prodding at his asshole. He could only imagine what she had planned next, this was all new to him.

“Try to relax for this next part,” she warned him. “It’s going to be a lot easier for both of us if you do.” The liquid she rubbed onto him was warm, and as she pressed one of her fingers against his asshole, it managed to slide into him. He groaned as she reached into him like that. He had never experienced anything like this before. Whatever lubricant she was using seemed to be aiding in the process though as his ass opened up surprisingly well for her though she was merciful enough to go slow with him as she slowly pushed in and out of his ass. She seeemed to be savoring this as well.

She took her time with him, she was just as much playing with him a she was extracting his seed. She enjoyed hearing his voice when she pushed into him, when she felt he was loose enough she would insert a second finger, then a third.

“For a virgin you’re very stretchy,” she teased. “But there will be time to play later. Let’s get down to business.” She pushed her fingers deep into him, causing him to moan out as he felt her pressing on some kind of knot inside him. It was a strange sensation that he’d almost even say felt good. Each time she pressed on it, his cock twitched and throbbed. She worked her fingers in and out of him, rolling over that spot in him.

“Come on, boy,” she’d say as she grabbed his cock with her other hand, stroking him lightly. “Almost there.”

She was more accurate than she thought she was as he could feel himself getting close again. He didn’t have the will to warn her as he could only moan as he began to cum again, even more than before.

“Yes!” She said, “good boy, good boy.” She stroked his cock as he came into the cup again. She kept pressing on that spot in his ass and it seemed to make him cum more and more, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever stop but eventually his long orgasm subsided.

“Not bad,” she said as she examined how much she had extracted from him. She pulled her fingers from his ass and gave him a short break.

“Just over halfway,” she said, much to his dread. “I think one more big one and that should be enough for now. And now that you’re stretched out I think you’re ready for my favorite tool.”

He was afraid to find out what she meant by that as she put the glass beneath him again. “Don’t spill this,” she warned him. “Or I’ll make you fill it up again.”

He definitely didn’t want to do that, though try as he might he still could not move against her will. He was stuck in this position until she allowed him to move again. But from the corner of his vision he could see her opening a cabinet and pull something out.

“Here we go,” she said. She turned and showed it to him and he could feel his face turn pale. It was some kind of harness that he assumed went around her waist and legs because attached to the front was what appeared to be a dick made of a material he didn’t recognize.

“You can’t be serious,” he managed to say. “There’s no way that’ll fit. It’s too big.”

“Oh relax you big baby,” she teased him. “It’s barely bigger than my fingers. You’ll be fine. This isn’t even the biggest one I have.”

His heart started to race, not only in anticipation of what she was about to do as he watched her put the harness on and fasten it into place but also at the suggestion that she had bigger ones that she’d likely expect him to take.

He watched as she slipped the harness on and fastened it into place. She teased him by sticking the fake dick in his face. Feeling it pressed against his face, it was stif, yet still flexible. He didn’t know what it was made of but it wouldn’t surprise him if she were to say she made it herself.

“Lick it,” she commanded, and despite how much he did not want to do that, he felt this mouth opening and his tongue extending to touch it. Thankfully it tasted like nothing as he dragged his tongue along the shaft.

“Good boy,” she said to him as she guided his head to the tip of the dick before pushing it into his mouth. He gagged as it reached the back of his throat.

“Come on, it’s not that big,” she said as she pushed as deep as she could reach into his mouth. “See? It’s not so bad, is it? You’ll get used to it anyway.”

She pulled free from his mouth, causing him to gasp and pant as she came back around behind him. “I’m all out of lube so your spit should do right?” She said as she pressed the head of her fake cock to his asshole.

He opened his mouth to protest, to beg her not to but before he could utter a word he felt her shove the whole thing up his ass. He cried out as he felt it stretching him beyond what he ever thought was possible. He panted heavily as he tried to adjust to this new feeling before she started to thrust into him. He moaned out as she did, feeling her tool filling him up completely.

It definitely hurt, but part of him somehow found this whole thing enjoyable. Slowly as he grew accustomed to the feeling of this dick in his ass, he felt his cock throb with each thrust. Her tool was pressing against that spot again and as she picked up the pace, pushing harder into him.

“Come on, baby,” she groaned as she pushed into him again, “Give mamma her milk!”

He felt her smacking his ass, causing him to moan out again. He was already getting close but a few more thrusts pushed him over the edge. He moaned as he felt himself starting to cum again.

She seemed to know what his moans meant as she reached down and grabbed his cock. “Good boy, good boy,” she said as she aimed his cock into the cup beneath him. She continued to rock her hips against him, milking more of his cum out of him as he continued to fill the cup to the brim.

When he finally finished, he groaned as she pulled out of him. He could feel his asshole gaping open as she grabbed the cup and held it up. “Very good,” she said before putting a lid on the cup and setting it down.

“You are released,” she said to him and suddenly he was allowed control back to his body. He fell against the table, he panted and groaned as he re-gained control of himself.

“I hoped you liked that,” she said as he laid on his back on the table while she removed the harness. “There’s plenty more in the future.”

She turned to face him, smiling as she leaned down and flicked his still hard dick. “All of that and you’re still rocking a hard-on,” she teased. “That potion was stronger than I thought it was. And I suppose a deal’s a deal. I got all worked up playing with you so it’s your turn now.”

She sat up on one of the counters, spreading her legs. “It’s okay if you hate me,” she said, “Come here and take out all of that frustration on me.”

This time he wasn’t under her control. He was allowed to decide for himself what he wanted. And he still found himself climbing off the table and approaching her. This was his chance, kill the witch and go home. Grab her and strangle her before she could utter another spell…

His hands found her body and he pressed himself against her, the head of his cock finding itself pressed against the lips of her pussy, sliding into her as she moaned out. Her arms wrapped around him as he pushed all the way inside her. He was filled with shame. He knew he shouldn’t give in to her desires, even when giving his free will back he couldn’t resist her.

He gave a quiet apology to his father, he would have to break his promise as he felt her nails digging into his back, pushing him to thrust faster into her.

“Yes” she moaned into his ear, “Fuck me harder. Fill me up. Good boy.” For some reason hearing her call him that made his heart flutter. He found himself wanting to please her, he wanted her to call him a good boy as he pushed as fast and hard into her as he could. He didn’t hold back as he felt his cock throb before he started to cum in her.

“Oh gods!” She cried out as she clung to him. He pushed as far into her as he could as he continued to cum inside her. “Fuck yes!”

She placed a kiss on his lips as his orgasm subsided. She released him after a moment and he fell back against the table behind him. He panted heavily as his body suddenly felt exhausted. The effects of her potion wearing off as his erection began to die down.

“You’re pretty good, for a virgin,” she said, having already grabbed another glass and was collecting what he had cum into her as it leaked from her. Once she was satisfied she got up and stored this glass as well before putting her robes back on. “Once you can feel your legs again, get dressed. The fun part is over for now. We have work to do.”

Oriol could only sigh in response as the realization washed over him, this was his life from now on.

THE END