THE WITCHES OF ELDRITCH HOLLOW by Dirk2024

Feature Writer: dirk2024

Feature Title: THE WITCHES OF ELDRITCH HOLLOW

Published: 06.09.2025

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: They want you to fulfill their wicked needs!

Author’s Notes: Thank you for reading my story. It’s my first ‘stab’ at Erotic Horror and I hope I served the genre well. Please vote and comment below.

The Witches of Eldritch Hollow

Dusk was falling as ‘Little Jimmy’ Aingeal dashed through the forests twisted branches, the tips of which scratched his skin and tore at his clothes. His nickname had nothing to do with his age. He graduated high school last spring with the rest of his class and was now a trainee for a local HVAC company. No, the nickname ‘little’ was given to him because of his size. Born small, he hadn’t grown much and now as an adult, stood all of 5’2″ and his wiry body maybe weighed 125 lbs. When he was wet. Too many of the girls he had graduated with outsized him, which is why none of them had accepted his entreaties for a date on Prom Night. That was why he was out here now, in Eldritch Hollow, the spooky forest to the north of the town named Covenant’s Rest. He was one of a trio of friends who had become brave adventurers, convinced that if only they were to solve the mystery of The Hollow, perhaps the young women in town would see them in a new light.

He had not seen Pauley De Angelis for two nights now. The last image of him was of his back after he had called Jimmy and Roger cowards since they chose to not go with him and investigate the eerie lights they saw dancing in the woods. But that laughter, mean and bitter, had shaken the two young men to their core as they huddled in the tent. They heard Pauley crash through branches as the laughter slowly diminished, as if moving further away. Then it was quiet.

Dead quiet.

Jimmy and Roger yelled for Pauley, but there was no response. They couldn’t bring themselves to leave the ‘safety’ of their campsite. In the end, dispirited, he and Roger crawled back into the tent and spent the night in fear, as they listened to the sound of their breathing, while they waited for night to pass into the day.

Roger Engel was the third young man on the mission. The two had been friends with Pauley since they had met in kindergarten. When dawn broke, the two adventurers who remained silently agreed to break camp and run back to town. There, they could recruit others, men more adult and braver than them, to return and search for Pauley. He had to be alive. Please let him be alive.

By that evening, they knew they were lost somewhere in the Hollow. Pauley had the map and the compass. So, when Jimmy and Roger broke camp that morning, they simply tried to head due south, they assumed they would clear the gnarled and twisted woods by nightfall. They did not.

Then, something spooked Roger and he simply started running. Jimmy tried to keep up but couldn’t and eventually fell behind. He stopped to catch his breath and hopefully hear Roger as he crashed through the brush and branches. But all Jimmy could hear was his own gasps for air. That was the last time he saw Roger.

Jimmy decided to hunker down for the night as he found one particularly large oak tree to huddle up against. As he searched his pack, he realized Roger had all the provisions, including their water. He only had the tent, sleeping bag and the extra underwear his mom made him pack. Oh, his mom, he now missed her so. He tried not to think about her or his sister Rhoda for that matter. Without his dad at home and his mom getting older, they needed Jimmy more than ever and now it looked like he was going to fail them too.

Jimmy had taken after mom, as she was barely five feet tall, with the same blond hair. Rhoda, on the other hand, must have taken after their father. Even though she was a year younger, she was already two inches taller than her brother, and pretty enough to draw all the male eyes at school. There weren’t any pictures of dad to confirm this, and their mother was still too bitter to talk about their father, so the subject no longer came up during their family conversations.

Jimmy desperately tried to think about something else as the thought of his family only brought tears to his eyes. Instead, he focused on the various legends about the woods, and the town for that matter. Supposedly, the legends said that a coven of witches lived in the woods, and the stories went back several centuries to the founding of Covenants Rest. Initially, the town was a religious sanctuary, with believers traveling from far and wide to come to rest and rejuvenate in the cold, blue waters of Lake Shroud. The lake bordered the eastern flank of the Hollow and the town was on the southern edge of the lake. Its waters were cold, fed by the many small, frozen glaciers that drained from the nearby White Mountain Range. The water was rumored to have rejuvenating powers. However, no one in the town ever felt particularly rejuvenated, so maybe the rest of the legends were false as well.

Jimmy spent a long time ruminating about the various legends and eventually managed to nod off for a few hours. He woke when dawn started to filter through the oak tree branches. Hungry and thirsty, Jimmy decided to leave his pack behind and made his way south again. Or so he thought.

By nightfall he knew he was in even more trouble than before. Exhausted, he sat in the middle of the forest floor gasping to reclaim his breath. He again noticed how eerily quiet the Hollow was. No birds, no squirrels, nothing made a sound. His throat was parched for lack of anything to drink. Finally, there was a sound as his stomach rumbled in protest from the lack of food. Jimmy wondered where Pauley and Roger were, and he prayed they were alright.

Snap! The sound of a branch breaking came from behind him. He quickly spun around but couldn’t see anything but branches as he noticed dusk was upon him once again.

He turned around and gasped. He saw two lights dancing about three feet off the ground. They were twenty feet away, one blinked blue and red while the other was green and purple. They were actually pretty, and at a better time, would have wanted to play with them.

That’s when the cackling laughter returned.

Jimmy watched as the lights drew near. Suddenly, they brightened and began to dart at him, like some sort of enraged alien mosquitoes. He swung at them in vain, unable to strike either one or able to deter their attack.

“God dammit, get away from me!” he screamed.

Then, just as sudden, the lights dimmed and pulled back, holding at thirty feet. As if watching what would come next, acting as mute testimonials for future interlopers.

That was the last the world knew of Jimmy Aingeal, and he was the last of the three wayward adventurers.

xxx

Michael Chevalier sat down at the small table near the front door. His usual table. There was room for one more, but it was unlikely he would have a guest join him for breakfast this morning. He always dined alone.

Mackey’s Diner was a well-established eatery in the heart of Covenants Rest, in the middle of Main Street, between 4th and 5th Streets. It was normally quite popular, but now that it was early October, the tourist trade had dropped off, which made seating possible without a wait.

‘Mac’ worked the kitchen on the other side of a counter that separated it from the tables and booths where the customers ate their meals. No one remembered if that was his real name or if he merely adopted it when he and his wife bought the place twenty-two years ago. For a cook in a hot, greasy kitchen, Mac managed to keep his appearance somewhat tidy, a fact that his customers appreciated considering he worked in full view of most of the patrons.

His wife Gloria worked the front. She directed people to seats, took orders and dispensed the sort of pleasantry one would expect in a local diner. Gloria presented a striking figure in Covenants Rest. Her uniform was a white polo shirt and black slacks that were always clean and pressed. She was close to six feet tall, including the three-inch heels which click, click, clicked as she walked quickly about the linoleum floor. She wore her long red hair in a loose bun, which helped showcase her handsome good looks and ready smile.

Sandy and her boyfriend Tim worked as busser/dishwashers and helped to keep the place spotless. However, they were amongst the many residents who merely existed here, waiting for the day they either escaped the town’s wearisome magnetic pull or died, whichever came first. The only thing remarkable about them was the sharp smell of cigarette smoke as they walked past.

Michael did not appreciate the town’s charm as he grew up here and had once counted himself among those unhappy residents. Even though most of the people were nice, as a youth, he still felt like he had missed out by not living somewhere else in the world. He had no prospects when he graduated high school, therefore he decided to join the Army, as he hoped to become a Ranger. He saw the peril the Rangers faced as they climbed steep mountains, dropped into turbulent seas and hiked over endless deserts to accomplish some heroic mission. As a Ranger, he would thrive!

However, the Army had different plans for Michael. Somehow, after he completed test after test, the Army had decided that he was best suited for the Support and Logistics field, assigned to be a cargo specialist. To say he was disappointed was an understatement. To make matters worse, he was assigned to Fort Bliss, just outside of El Paso, Texas, across the border with Mexico. Heat quickly became an issue for someone who had spent his entire life in New England and the bleak, flat scenery did nothing to improve his mood.

The only benefit for Michael was the hard work. It kept his mind sharp, and his soft body turned into a rock of hard muscles. This earned him the respect of his Commanding Officer. Once his four years were up, his C/O was disappointed to find out Michael wasn’t going to re-enlist. He wanted to go home. After four years of desert scenery, even the thought of Eldritch Hollow was an attractive image in his mind.

After a thirty-five-hour trip by bus, Michael arrived in Boston, where he switched to yet another bus to get home. As it pulled into the town’s lone bus stop, he was happy to see his parents, eager to greet him with signs in hand. He had no siblings to join in the welcome, and none of his cousins could make it. So, while it was a muted welcome home, he was still happy to be there.

Four years away from the town and its dispiriting effects were long enough to shake free of the general melancholy that infected many of the people living there. So, Michael quickly rediscovered the ‘charm’ he thought he had missed. The main street with its downtown core of businesses had not changed. The houses, with their historical blend of red bricks from the 1800’s era, to the craftsman reformation of the early 1900’s and finally the monotony post-war ranch houses, remained in place and largely untouched in his absence.

But now he needed a job. During his four years in the flatlands of El Paso, he thought of nothing other than forests and mountains. Certainly, he could get a job as a forest ranger. That didn’t need an education, did it? He was strong and hardworking, and he hoped that would be enough. Yet it wasn’t. First, it was a popular job and there were no open posts anywhere in New Hampshire. Second, it turns out an education in Forest Management, with courses in various science disciplines, was critical after all. What was he going to do?

That’s when Michael got lucky. It just so happened that Old Randall Hollins was about to retire as the town’s Park Ranger. It wasn’t so glorious as managing a forest, but Michael was desperate to earn money. There were several parks in town, along with the beachfront acreage that abutted the lake. He would spend most of his time chasing trash and the occasional kid doing something stupid, but he would be out in nature and gainfully employed. He conceded it was necessary to take the job.

xxx

Back at Mackey’s Diner, he exchanged a few pleasantries with Gloria, then unfolded his newspaper as she click, click, clicked off to seat new customers. Michael did sneak a peek at her round butt as she disappeared from his view. In the three months since he’d returned, she was a big reason why he ate breakfast at the diner every day. Sure, she was married and therefore off limits, but her strong personality and that lovely butt kept him returning day after day.

As he read over the front page of the Covenant Courier, a thin newspaper that held little in the way of local news yet had many ads for local businesses, a headline caught his eye.

Three Local Youth Disappear in The Hollow

As he read the scant information provided, Michael learned that three young men, all recently out of high school, had traveled to Eldritch Hollow four days ago and had not been heard from since. There was little in the way of useful information, except for a quote from one of the young men’s parents and another from the town sheriff, so he knew who to approach for more information. Michael didn’t know why, but he was suddenly captivated by this tale.

Just then, Gloria was clicking by, and Michael caught her attention. “Gloria, have you heard about this?” He pointed to the headline.

She sighed at the interruption of her duties, then looked closely at the Courier’s headline. “Ah yes, it’s so sad. Mrs. DeAngelis was here yesterday, crying. We let her put up a poster on the community board.” With that information delivered, she abruptly clicked off on her appointed rounds.

Without eating his meal, Michael dropped his cash on the table and walked over to the community board. The poster was still there, showing a picture of the three boys together at their graduation, gowns on, hats off. They were happy and had their arms around each other’s shoulders. It appeared as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

Yet now they were missing for four days.

His first stop was at the Sheriff’s office since it was three doors down from the diner. A bell rang as Michael opened the door into the one-room station and found himself looking at Sheriff Barkely, sitting at his desk. Slowly, the old sheriff stood, his joints creaked louder than the joints of the chair.

“Can I help you?” He asked. “Wait, don’t I know you?” he paused, his face scrunched in thought. “Ain’t you the Chevalier boy?” He walked around his desk, “I haven’t seen you for what, four or five years?”

Smiling, Michael answered, “Yes, yes, I am. I’ve been away in the army for the last four years and returned a few months ago. I’m Michael,” he reached out to shake the sheriff’s hand.

“Well, thank you for your service young man.” The Sheriff was smiling, thankful to have ‘one of the good ones’ walk into his office for a change. But the smile didn’t last long.

Michael wasted no time and asked, “I’m here about the three missing young men. Can you tell me anything about them?”

“Umm,” the sheriff delayed, trying to figure an easy way out of this. “It’s an ongoin’ investigation, so I shouldn’t be tellin’ ya anythin’ about it.”

No longer one to give up easy, Michael persisted. “Anything Sheriff. Anyone else I should be talking to?”

The sheriff peered at Michael, then asked, “Let me ask you a question, why do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, Sheriff. I just feel compelled to help find them if I can.”

The Sheriff pursed his lips and thought about it. He wondered what he could say that would be enough to get rid of Michael without giving up too many particulars. Sharing information about Eldritch Hollow never felt like a wise thing to do among many of the townsfolk.

“Well, don’t tell him I told you, but you might try Jimmy’s father, Mr. Patrick Aingeal. You might also try Randy Engel, one of the men’s younger brothers. Those two were the last to see the them as they walked off.” He exhaled and wondered again if it was wise to share any information with Michael at all.

“Thank you for your help, Sheriff, I appreciate it.” With that, the two shook hands again and Michael turned to leave. As Michael left his office, Sheriff Barkley made the sign of the cross over his chest as he looked up to Heaven. Then, shaking his head, he turned and left through the back door, groaning as he stepped down into the alley where his cruiser was parked.

xxx

Neither Mr. Aingeal nor young Randy provided much information other than the trio went out to discover the mysteries of the Hollow. Their camping equipment was missing, so presumably they were well equipped for at least a few nights in the forest.

Michael decided to gather a search party and leave the following morning to search for the trio of friends. His first stop was Sheriff Barkley’s station, yet he found it empty. He left a note declaring his intentions and also his phone number, asking the Sheriff to call him as soon as possible. Then he walked down to Mackey’s. It was after 5:00 PM, so there should be more townsfolk there and hopefully, a few would volunteer to join him.

However, his pleas for help fell on deaf ears. None of the diner’s patrons said a word, no questions were asked, no one stood up. Tim, the dishwasher, started to raise his hand, but his girlfriend quickly jerked it back down and gave him a look that withered any thoughts of volunteering for this mission.

Michael was shocked. How could all these ‘fine’ people ignore the plight of these three young men? Men from their town, known to them. He looked about the room and those few eyes that dared to look back at him had a mixture of apathy and fear in them. Michael turned to look at Mackey, as he hoped for some guidance from the seasoned citizen of the town. Mackey’s eyes met his, and he subtly shook his head, a signal that told Michael he should shut this effort down.

His shoulder’s slumped. Michael had not thought that no one would step up. He mumbled a weak ‘thank you’ to no one in particular and left the diner to go home.

xxx

The next morning, Michael loaded a few bottles of water and some food into his backpack. He had no idea how large the Hollow was, so didn’t plan accordingly for his possible needs. Other items would have been helpful as well.

His parents were at work, so it was a quiet goodbye to an empty house as he walked out the door. The sense of desolation that he grew up with had returned. For the first time since he had come home from the army, he recognized the weight of it as it pulled on him, slowing his gait. But he did his best to soldier on, and he pushed toward his destination.

Then, an idea popped into Michael’s head. Pauley De Angelis, along with his family, attended St. Judes Catholic Church. Perhaps Pauley had reached out for spiritual guidance before the trio’s fateful trip. It was only a few blocks out of his way, so he altered his direction and headed to church.

It was quiet when he arrived, with only one car in the parking lot. Michael entered through the front door and looked around, hoping to spot someone who might be of help. The foyer was well lit by the glass doors and many windows on the front of the church building. The stained-glass windows created a multicolored glow. The white ceiling reflected light throughout the space. There was a long wooden bench, like a pew, formed with strong wood and stained a deep mahogany brown. Across from it, he saw a statue honoring St. Jude with a bronze plaque below it. It read:

St. Jude is known as the patron saint of hopeless and lost causes because of his calling to aid in grave situations. He was one of the twelve apostles. His enduring faith, and the transcendental healings attributed to him…

“Excuse me, may I be of help?”

Michael spun around, surprised as he hadn’t heard anyone approach. He spied a short man, perhaps a little smaller than he was, all in black except for the white clerical collar around his neck. Balding and cleanshaven, he looked to be in his sixties.

“Sorry to surprise you,” he held out his hand, “I am Father Daniel.”

As he shook Father Daniels hand, he introduced himself. “I am Michael Chevalier, the town’s new Park Ranger. I am headed toward Eldritch Hollow to search for the three missing young men. I’m hoping you can help me.”

Father Daniels face tightened. He was aware of the missing men.

Michael added, “I’m told the De Angelis family attends this church. Have you met young Pauley?”

The Father nodded with a smile, “Yes, the De Angelis family are long time parishioners here. Lovely people.” Then his face clouded over. “However young Pauley stopped coming to church, except for holy days, I assume at his mother’s insistence.”

“So, you didn’t know him well?” Michael implored.

The priest looked down for a moment before answering. “No, I’m afraid not. I don’t think I can be of any help to you.”

Michael’s head ached. He kept coming up against blank walls. “I am heading out to the Hollow now. I asked for help at the diner yesterday but didn’t get any takers. Perhaps you might know of anyone in your church you might join in the search?” Michael knew he sounded desperate. But he didn’t want to go out there alone.

“I’m sorry Michael, if there were, we would have already dispatched them by now.”

Michael exhaled slowly. He knew there was frustration written on his face but did not care to hide it. “O-okay, thank you Father.”

As he turned, he caught Father Daniel making the sign of the cross over his chest. As he reached the door and opened it, he heard Father Daniel mutter, “St. Jude, if ever there was a time…”

And Michael was out the door and walking away from the church. As he walked, a thought nagged at Michael’s mind, ‘St Jude is the patron saint of hopeless and lost causes. If he can’t help me, am I already lost?’

xxx

As he arrived at the edge of town, he paused to look out over the no-man’s land of sparse grass that barely grew in the hundred-yard-wide strip that separated Covenants Rest from Eldritch Hollow. This naked patch of land had long stood sentinel between the forest and the town, for as long as Michael could remember. As he stood there, he watched a few small birds fly through the air while more danced upon the ground in their search for seeds. Nothing and no one else joined him in this spot. He had been here before, several times in fact, during his teen years. He had wanted to explore the Hollow then but was never able to build up the nerve to do so. Each time he met with failure as he returned to the safety of his home. For once, this time was going to be different.

As Michael stepped into the barren field and left the town limits, he tried to remember all the legends about the Eldritch Hollow Forest. However, his mind kept drifting back to his hometown instead.

Covenants Rest was founded in 1790 by a group of Benedictine monks from England, led here by a wary group of native guides, who were given the vague task to find ‘someplace spiritual’. Later language studies showed that the native guides didn’t have the necessary translations for certain words, like ‘mysterious’ and ‘disappearance’ or ‘fear’.

After the region’s ‘discovery’, resources were quickly sent from the church in England, and the sanctuary was built within two years. It then operated as a spiritual retreat for many years. Eventually, a town had grown around it, mostly in support of the retreat and its many visitors.

Then, in 1875, a mysterious incident occurred that either no one remembered or would at least admit. Within a week, the retreat was emptied and shuttered. Even the sanctuary’s graveyard was fenced off and its gate locked. Fortunately for the town’s citizens and its economy, the region’s reputation as a tourist destination had grown, and visitors still arrived during the spring and summer months. Most came for the nearby mountain range. Initially it was mountain climbers who came to explore. More recently, photographers, painters and mountain bikers visited and brought their tourist dollars as well.

It also served as a point of trade for several even smaller towns in the region and the many residents of various back country cabins. They all helped to keep the town alive.

So, the town survived but didn’t exactly thrive. Depending on where the boundary lines were drawn, approximately 1200 people were considered citizens of Covenants Rest. During the tourist season, between May and September, as many as 1800 people could be found in the general area, either the ones who simply lived there or those who enjoyed nature’s ambience. Those transient people were not there long enough for the regional malaise to take over their lives.

xxx

Michael paused again when he reached the first trees at the southern edge of the Hollow. His eyes examined the twisted trunks and gnarled branches. The tree’s appeared as if tortured, living an unpleasant existence in this forest of ill repute. The various bushes and shrubs didn’t look much friendlier, many had thorns, and no flowers could be seen. He swallowed his doubt and took that fateful step on this rescue mission, not knowing it was already doomed to fail.

Back at the town limits, Sheriff Barkley sat in his police cruiser as he watched Michael disappear into the forest. As he slowly drove away, the Sheriff shook his head and wondered if he just watched one more man disappear for good.

Once fully covered by the overhead branches of white oak, red maple and eastern hemlock, he found the air was cool and thick. Since it was early October, the leaves were beginning to change color, providing evidence of the circle of life that all beings on this planet must pass through. Michael had no idea where he should walk since he had no information just where the trio of friends had traveled, once they themselves had entered the Hollow. Michael’s hope was that he would find some signs of the young men and rely on some luck as well.

He started to randomly yell out their names, in case any of them could hear him. As he wandered, Michael kept his eyes peeled for any signs of travel, whether it be a path, broken branches or discarded matter left behind.

By midafternoon, he had found nobody and had heard nothing. He stopped to check on the remaining water in his pack and eat the rest of his food. Based on the status of his water, Michael felt like he should turn around and go back even though he was unsuccessful at finding anyone.

He turned to take one last look to the north. There happened to be a break in the trees, and he spotted a thin whisp of smoke rising above the branches. It was his first sign of life since entering the forest!

He quickly bundled his remaining supplies and trash and set off in the direction of the smoke. A spark of hope grew inside him, and his steps were quicker than before. Michael walked another ten to fifteen minutes until he spotted a cabin in the distance. He slowed and proceeded with caution, unsure of what he would find. Based on the direction of the sun, his approach was from the west. He noted the chimney from which the wispy smoke escaped.

As he neared the cabin, he heard two feminine voices as they talked softly, the sounds were muffled so he couldn’t make out what they were saying. While he remained fifty feet away from the cozy structure, he circled around to the south side where he found a good-sized garden. Two women were there, on their knees as they worked the soil. They were focused on their work and their conversation, so they had not yet heard him approach.

One had red hair, long but twisted in a braid. Her body was slender, and by the way her blouse moved as she dug, her modest breasts were not encumbered by a bra. From what he could see of her profile, she was stunning. The other had long black hair tied up in a ponytail. Her body was curvy and thick as he looked at her from behind.

“Hello”, he called out softly, so as to not spook either of them too much.

They startled, then turned their focus on him. Now that he could see the raven-haired woman’s face, he noticed that she was as beautiful as the redhead.

They at once both smiled, then stood and began to rub the dirt from their hands onto their already soiled skirts which hung down to their ankles. As his eyes lingered down there, he noticed their bare, dirt-stained feet and inhaled abruptly. Unbidden, an image of him washing those feet popped into his head.

‘That’s odd, I don’t have a thing for feet.’ he thought to himself.

“Hello stranger,” the redhead called out to him, smiling. “What brings you to our woods?”

He watched as they moved towards him, stepping slowly, like lions as they stalked their prey.

“Uh, hi. My name is Michael.” He tried to keep cool, calm and collected, but it was a struggle. “I am out here searching for three young men who came out here five days ago and are now considered missing.” So far, so good. “Have you seen them?”

They twitched, just for a moment, but he saw it. A stutter in their step as they continued to advance.

“No, no we have not,” the black-haired beauty answered. “There’s no one here but the two of us,” she paused with a wink, “and you, of course.”

The redhead purred, “My name is Sophie, it’s nice to meet you, Michael.”

“And I am Ramona,” added the black-haired woman.

“It’s nice to meet you Sophie and Ramona. This was quite a pleasant surprise as I had almost turned around to head back into town when I saw the smoke from your chimney.”

“Oh, Ramona, how blessed are we to have this handsome visitor come to our cabin,” Sophie gushed.

“Yes, Sophie, we haven’t had a man to play with in much too long.”

Michael’s ears had perked up at that. He wasn’t sure he liked how she said the word, ‘play’.

They quickly reached out and each grabbed one of Michaels hands and began to lead him around to the front of the cabin.

“Oh, you must join us for supper, Michael,” Ramona implored.

Michael was unsure of what he should do. Part of him wanted to stay with these enchanting ladies, the other part felt he should go home. He made his decision and turned to leave.

“I, I, must go ladies, it’s going to be dark soon.”

“Oh, no,” Sophie interjected. “It’s too late for that. This time of year, it will be dark long before you make it to the edge of the Hollow. There is no way you’ll survive the night out there alone!”

Ramona’s eyes flashed at her friend, an attempt to silently warn her about oversharing.

“Wait, what!” Michael was shocked. “What’s out there?” He turned to look at the forest and reappraised its potential for danger. His thoughts were brought back to the three young friends. “I am here because I wanted to find those three young men.”

Sophie, who had caught her friends’ warning, tried to diminish his concerns. “Oh, it was just a jest about all the silly legends you townsfolk have made up about the Hollow over the years.”

Ramona released her grip on his hand and placed it on his temple as she looked deeply into his eyes. Her other hand settled on his chest in an effort to help calm him. “Yes, Michael, there are no monsters in the Hollow. Just the two of us.” Her voice sounded like a song, as it soothed his concerns. “You should relax and enjoy Michael. Let us help you.”

She grinned wickedly, but Michael didn’t catch it as his now muddy thoughts were focused on her hand on his chest. It had been a long time since he had been touched so intimately. It was back in El Paso and that evening was the best $250 he had ever spent.

Back to the present, he felt Sophie’s hand press on his chest as well. His focus was definitely frazzled.

“It’s too late in the day for traveling Michael,” Sophie sang as well. “Come inside, break bread with us. A celebration of what the Hollow has to offer will do you good.”

He nodded, numb to the implications of going inside the cabin of these two odd, yet sly lovelies. As they reached the front door, Ramona stopped and in a normal voice, said, “Oh, look at our dirty feet. We can’t possibly go inside without bathing them first. Stay here a moment Michael while Sophie and I fetch some water. You can sit here,” she said, pointing to a long bench that stretched under one of the windows.

The women giggled as they walked off, arm in arm, while he sat down on the bench, still a little befuddled. Before he knew it, they were back, standing in front of him with large grins on their faces. They each had a washbasin full of cool, fresh water plus soap and a soft towel. He watched as they sat on the bench, each on one side of him. They both shuddered as they slipped their dirty feet into the cool water and settled down for a brief soak.

Michael could not help himself as he stared at the water that shimmered over Sophie’s feet. He had never felt himself drawn in such a manner, his focus unfailing.

“Perhaps,” Sophie said with a flirty smile, “you would like to wash them for me?”

He mutely nodded and slipped to his knees before her as Ramona looked on, envy in her eyes.

Michael grasped Sophie’s foot and, lifting it out of the water, began his appreciation for the delicate limb. Other than the dirt, Sophie’s feet were in remarkable shape. Since they gardened bare foot, he expected to find calluses, and perhaps a cut or nick in the amazingly soft flesh. Her bare toenails were smooth and evenly trimmed. Even before he wiped the smudges of dirt away, her feet were beautiful.

While he had never bathed a woman’s foot before, he seemed to take to it naturally. He spent several minutes lathering the soap around her wet foot as she settled back against the cabin wall, her eyes closed. Fully lathered, he massaged Sophie’s slippery foot while soft moans flowed out of the redhead’s mouth. He heard her gasp when he tugged on her big toe, so he repeated that action on all her toes, with similar results.

After ten minutes, when he thoroughly worked on her left foot, he gently set it back into the water and picked up her right. He looked up at Sophie to see how she was doing. There was no missing her two hard and pointy nipples as they pushed against the thin cotton top she wore. Her eyes were still closed, and a blissful smile was on her lips.

He repeated the wash and massage on her foot and earned more moans and gasps as his hands slid over her skin. Once he was done, he quickly dipped it into the wash basin to rinse it off, then rubbed it dry with a soft towel.

He lifted her foot closer to his face to inspect his work. It was quite a beautiful thing, perfectly proportioned, fresh and clean. Michael felt a compulsion and went for it. He leaned forward and gently laid his lips across the tops of her toes and kissed them affectionately. As he set it down on the wooden floor, his eyes darted over to Ramona, who sat there spellbound, with her mouth slightly agape.

He returned to Sophie’s left foot and slowly lifted it out of the water, then rubbed it dry, kissing the toes he found there as well. He looked up at Sophie once again and saw what appeared to be a little grin on her face, as if in bliss.

Michael then looked over to Ramona, whose eyes sparkled as she simply nodded her head, then looked down at her feet. He shuffled over until he was in front of her, then lifted a foot and performed the same service for her as he had done for Sophie, complete with kisses.

He was rewarded for his efforts with the same moans and gasps that had come from Sophie, and her grin was similar when he was through. Even her nipples, hard and fat on her large breasts, tried to push through her thin cotton blouse.

Assuming he was done, Michael groaned a bit as he slowly stood up. He had been on his knees for too long, yet the price had been worth it. He sat back down in his spot between the two lovely women as they slowly roused themselves from their stupor.

“Oh Michael, that was fantastic!” Sophie moaned.

Ramona was quick to add, “Yes Michael, thank you so much!”

“It was my pleasure ladies,” he said quietly. “Your feet are so pretty, and I enjoyed the feel of your skin so much. I didn’t realize I had an affection for women’s feet.”

The two women hummed as they each hugged one of his arms and sandwiched him between them. All three of them looked down at Michael’s lap and could see the lump there. He knew he was somewhat erect under his jeans and was embarrassed. They sat there silently, none of them moving at first. Then, without a word, both women slipped to their knees in front of him. They quickly removed his boots and socks and, using the washbasins their feet had been in, placed his feet into the still cool water.

Michael didn’t care that the wash water wasn’t fresh. The image of these two lovely women at his feet only encouraged more blood to flow to his phallus. He watched, mesmerized by their actions as they soaped, then lathered his feet. No one had ever done this for him before, and it was something he sure wanted to experience again. He watched as their breasts shook back and forth under their loose blouses as they scrubbed his skin. The blouses also gaped open as they bent over, offering a pleasant view deep into the decolletage before him. This was the most erotic moment of his young life.

After rinsing, then drying his feet, they sat there, hands on his thighs and stared up at him. Their eyes sparkled with excitement, and he pictured what was soon to come. However, the rumbling sound of his stomach interrupted their moment. Ramona laughed at the sound, then said, “Sophie, I think we need to feed him before he eats us!”

Sophie paused, her fingers gripped her chin and she pondered the entendre. There was a wicked gleam in her eye as she answered her partner, “At least not yet, Ramona.” She winked at her friend, then stood and pulled Michael to his now clean feet. “Come on, Michael, we will have supper ready soon.”

As they entered the cabin, Michaels hands held by theirs, he looked around the room. The cabin was built with logs which, now that he was close and his attention not so focused on Sophie and Ramona, he noticed where straight and narrow. While that was what one wanted for a log cabin, the logs seemed out of place here considering all the twisted tree trunks he had seen in the Hollow. There was a window in each of the east, west and south walls, while the north wall held a large stone fireplace with a long stone hearth in front of it. A split log hung above the fireplace, acting as the mantel, and it was adorned with various knick-knacks and a small jar holding delicate white flowers.

There were several bookshelves, each with an assortment of books and jars full of something or other that he couldn’t make out. A long, wide wooden table sat on one side of the room, lined with six wooden chairs. On the other side he noted a dresser, a free-standing wardrobe and a large, four poster bed, covered in blankets. Next to the bed was a six-foot-long wash tub, large enough for two people to climb inside.

Oddly enough, despite the fact that dusk was settling, the room was well lit. A dozen candles were spaced around the room and already burning. There was a fire ablaze in the fireplace as well. That caught Michael’s attention as they hadn’t gone inside to light anything while he was there.

Michael was placed at the head of the table and made to sit down. “You just sit right here and watch,” Sophie directed. “We’ll have supper whipped up in no time.”

Ramona stepped forward with a jug in one hand and a mug in the other. “Fancy a cup of cider?” she asked. “We make it ourselves and, just a warning, it has a little kick to it.”

With the way she smiled at him, there was no way Michael could refuse, so he nodded. He watched as she bent forward, her blouse falling open once more as she set the mug down and poured. Again, he was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts as they hung down, widening the gap in her blouse. He had two thirsts now; one he would slake with a long pull of cider. She giggled as he puckered at the strong taste of the cider and refilled his mug then sashayed away. Watching those hips sway back and forth gave him a third thirst to contend with.

Supper was a variety of root vegetables; carrots, parsnips, onions and potatoes, roasted in an iron pan over the fire. They were well seasoned, and Michael thought they were quite tasty. The vegetables were served with slices of hard cheese, bread and butter. That, along with another mug of that zesty cider, made for a yummy meal that left Michael’s stomach satisfied, and it no longer rumbled.

Michael and his chair were moved over to the center of the room, across from the fireplace. There he sat with yet another mug of cider while Sophie and Ramona scurried to clean up and get ready for what Sophie said would be ‘more festivities’. He watched them as they worked, loose tops jiggled while skirts flowed around them as they moved about. He glanced down to Sophie’s still bare feet as she walked by, and he began to re-live the foot bath he had given her earlier. He did the same with Ramona when she passed by. The thought of kissing their graceful toes brought a slight flow of blood to his shaft.

A few more candles were lit and the fire stoked, so the heat inside the cabin began to build. His eyes noticed that their blouses began to stick to their bodies as they were also feeling the impact of the heat. He felt sweat trickle down his back, so despite a sense of modesty, he slipped out of his shirt and tossed it on the bed. Every few minutes, one of them would walk behind him and let one of their hands slide across his shoulders. Their wicked eyes ogled his strong chest and arms, which were still hard from his time with the Army. All their work done, both Sophie and Ramona stood before Michael, breathing rapidly due to their efforts to make ready for the evening’s entertainment.

“Michael,” Sophie began, “As our guest, it is our wish to entertain you. Now, we don’t have any music, but Ramona and I love to dance. Our bodies revel in the sensation as we move about in our warm cabin when we dance with one another. May we dance for you?”

As they stood there, their eyes gleaming, and waited for his answer. Michael could think of nothing better, and said, “I would love to watch you two dance for me.”

Without another word said, both pushed off, crossing in front of him and away from each other. They circled around him, and their fingers returned to his shoulders as they passed behind him. When the circles tightened around Michael, their fingers would maintain contact with him, and travel from his shoulders to his arms, before they stepped away to flow in a different direction.

On and on this went. This silent, swirling dance, the hot room and perhaps too much cider had worked on Michael’s mind as he felt his balance begin to slip. Sophie and Ramona’s eyes watched him intently as they slid passed him. At some point, the mug, empty of cider, had been removed from his hand unnoticed. He sat there and tried desperately to remain upright and remain conscious. He had two beautiful, mysterious women before and around him and he didn’t want to miss a beat of this dance.

Suddenly, he was aware that they had stopped moving and stood before him, a lusty look in their eyes. Like cats on the prowl, they approached their prey. As they drew near, Michael watched as they raised their skirts, then each sat astride one of his thighs. Sophie was first to lean forward and, as she grabbed the sides of his head, firmly pressed her lips against his. She slowly pulled back; her teeth gripping his lower lip and pulled it away before it was released. Then Ramona took over, only this time she wasn’t content to merely press into his lips. Her strong tongue pushed its way between them and explored Michael’s mouth. He just let it happen as he was soon overwhelmed by their attention.

Their hips were slowly sliding back and forth across his jeans, the coarse material stimulating them, and they rewarded him with more passionate kisses. Michael wasn’t sure how long this went on, he was just happy to be there with two women thrusting on him as they took turns adoring his mouth with theirs. He felt a hand on his crotch, stroking his hard cock through the jeans. He wasn’t sure who the hand belonged to, as that didn’t matter.

The kisses on his lips stopped as their passions took them downward and soon, they appreciated his nipples with their lips and tongues. As he looked down at their passionate faces, they serviced his chest, then his belly. Before he knew it, they were on their knees before him, each with a hand on his belt. Their work was coordinated as they had done this before, and they worked together to loosen his belt and unbutton, then unzip his jeans.

He could feel their strong, yet slender fingers slide under the garments, then begin to pull them down. He lifted his hips to ease their journey to the floor, and they were subsequently pulled free from his feet. His cock, fully erect, had sprung upward as his clothing had been pulled free. Now, two sets of lovely eyes soaked in the sight before them.

“Oh,” Sophie gasped. “Thank you for your gift, Michael.”

“Yes, Michael, thank you!” Ramona added.

He was speechless. Michael was out of his depth here, so, he decided to let them lead.

Four hands slid up two thighs on their way to Michael’s ‘gift’.

Sophie grasped his shaft while Ramona wrapped a hand loosely around his balls. Michael couldn’t help but groan out loud as their hands moved together to delight him. He watched as their eyes darted from his eyes to his cock and balls hungrily. He could tell by the way they licked their lips that the women’s mouths would soon ravenously swallow him down.

Ramona was the first. She pushed her face into his nutsack, mouth open to suck a ball inside. Sophie giggled as she watched, then dropped down to tenderly kiss her friend on the cheek as her hand continued to slowly stroke Michael’s cock. Then she lifted her head and placed those lovely lips on the tip of his glans. Slowly, her lips expanded to engulf all of his crown. She suckled on the spongy head as Ramona released one ball then promptly sucked the other one into her mouth.

Leisurely, Sophies lips pushed downward on Michaels stiff shaft until her nose met his pubic hair. She sucked on his cock, massaging the hard flesh with her cheeks, lips and tongue. Then she deliberately slid her mouth upwards. Ramona had released his other wet ball and kissed the moist skin on his shaft that Sophie left behind. Sophie’s lips waited for Ramona at the top and, when she arrived, the redhead welcomed her friend into an oral embrace.

Michael watched, transfixed as their tongues seemingly battled for dominance for the head of his cock. A whimper escaped from his lips as they were all three winning. He desperately tried to hold on, wanting to extend this exquisite torture long into the night. However, he was not the man for that, their tongues were too strong and limber to deny.

His head fell back as he felt an orgasm boil. The ladies’ eyes were on him, tracking his progress as they wanted to be prepared for his release. His hips made short, uncontrolled thrusts which they managed to easily accommodate. Once they thought he was ready, their lips settled on his spongy head, giving it two wet, sloppy kisses. Both had a hand on him, this time Sophie holding his nutsack while Ramona stroked his cock. This new sensation was the final straw that broke his proverbial back.

“Oh, God!” He shouted into the small room, his body tense and eyes closed. All he knew at that moment was two sets of lips and tongues kissing his crown, his vision was white, and his body was weightless. He gasped as the first spurt exploded forth, as an adept Sophie managed to capture the white, sticky fluid in her mouth. Ramona guided him in her direction as the second spurt shot out and she also caught his semen in her mouth, enjoying the flavor before swallowing it down. Michael wasn’t sure how many more times he shot his cum, only that it all felt so fantastic!

After a few minutes the women released the lip hold they had on Michael’s phallus and leaned back.

“Mmmm,” Sophie moaned. “That was wonderful, Michael.”

“Yes, Michael, thank you!” Ramona added, still licking her lips for any missed excess.

Sophie leaned over the kissed a spot on Ramona’s cheek that she had missed, making them both giggle. In the midst of all of this, some of the candles had burned out and the room was now a little darker.

The women stood up and, as they faced him, he saw their body profiles were outlined by the roaring fire in the fireplace. First Sophie, then Ramona, removed their cotton blouses and let their breasts bounce free. Then, their thumbs caught the waist band of their skirts as they pushed them to the floor where their clothing now piled at their feet. They stood there in their naked glory as they knew Michael was hooked.

The women stepped forward, their tits swaying hypnotically. Sophie grasped his still hard cock, while Ramona held one of his hands to lift him from the chair. Then they led him over to bed. When they arrived, Sophie wasted no time shoving him onto the bed. Not that he objected at all. Michael simply wasn’t moving as fast as she wanted. They giggled as he flopped onto the mattress, then rolled over into the center of the bed. Sophie quickly climbed to the top of the bed and straddled his face. As she poised her hips above him, Michael could see her thick forest of red pubic hair and the glistening lips within. Now he was the impatient one and grabbed her ass and pulled that furry prize down to his mouth as a low moan escaped Sophie’s lips.

He felt Ramona’s soft, ample breasts wrap around his still hard cock. His hard cock. Now that he thought about it, how did that happen? Never before in his albeit limited sexual life had he remained hard after an orgasm. Sure, in his younger years it didn’t take long to regain his composure afterwards. But to never recede? What was different this time? Did they feed him something? Wait, the cider! Only he drank the cider.

As he enjoyed the lingering effects of the spiced liquid, he wondered if he could get a barrel of that to go with him when the time came.

Back to the task at hand, Sophie now thrust her wet pussy back and forth across his face. Her clit repeatedly bounced against his nose, which brought out an, ‘Oh!’ from her mouth each time. Meanwhile, Ramona had removed his cock from between her tits and straddled him as well. He felt her hand as it grasped, then positioned his cock as she slowly lowered down. A loud gasp escaped into the room as his head pierced her labia and entered her canal.

Michael’s tongue continued to burrow into Sophie’s pussy as she now spun her hips in a circle over his face. Her juices leaked onto his cheeks and rolled his face and neck.

“Ohhh,” Ramona gasped. She had lowered all the way down and settled on his hips, fully impaled by ‘his gift’. She thrust her hips back and forth at an angle that pressed her clit into his pubic bone. Even with Sophie’s warm thighs wrapped around his head, Michael could still hear Ramona’s gasps.

Sophie’s fingers tightened in his short hair, though not getting much of a grip. She settled for pushing her pussy harder onto his mouth, in a desperate attempt to get his tongue further inside. She adjusted her hips a little bit, so her clit was now directly in his mouth. “Oh, Goddess,” she moaned. “Suck it!” she demanded.

So, suck it he did. Michael wrapped his lips around her now engorged clit and sucked hard.

“AAhhh!” She shouted to the room as her body clenched on his face, as an overwhelming orgasm shocked her. Michael continued tonguing her while she trembled uncontrollably. Her thigh grip on his head was now so tight he could no longer hear Ramona’s gasps but could feel her hips continue their thrust against him.

Sophie abruptly lifted her hips off his face, but hovered there, as her still trembling pussy dripped juices onto Michael. He turned to the side and tenderly bit into Sophies thigh and listened to her squeal and laugh in response. She pulled her leg back and, as she looked down at him, mockingly said, “You’re a bad man, aren’t you?”

Not giving him any time to respond, she leaned down and licked her cum from his face. He tried to engage her mouth with his, but she kept licking until she deemed his skin was clean of her fluid. Sophie then lay down next to him, cuddled in against his chest with his arm wrapped around her, so they could both watch the show Ramona provided.

She was no longer grinding, as she now bounced on his hard cock. Her tits bounced with the action, and it was a mesmerizing site for Michael, his hands merely rested on her thighs. Sophie, however, still wanted an active role and reached up with one hand and grasped one of Ramona’s tits. Ramona clutched Sophie’s hand in hers and moaned at the increased sensation. Michael caught on and grabbed the other, mimicking Sophie’s stimulating actions.

Sophie managed to sneak her other hand out and stroked Ramona’s puffy clit. That was all she could take as her head thrust back, her hips arched forward, and she screamed her orgasm into the warm cabin air. Michael felt her pussy clench down on his cock, and he had to fight his own orgasm from spewing forth.

“Oh fuck, Ramona…Sophie, you two are fantastic!”

Sophie released Ramona’s breast and slid her hand around to her back to pull her friend down. As Ramona collapsed onto his chest, the two women met at his mouth and the three engaged in a tongue swapping kiss.

Ramona gasped as she lifted her hips off Michael. He could hear the lewd sound of his hardness as it slid out of her juicy canal. She sagged down on his other side and both women settled into place, heads resting on his chest, which still rose and fell as he struggled to catch his air. Sophie’s eyes focused on his still hard cock, glistening with Ramona’s cum. A wicked thought popped into her head.

“Michael, get up for a moment,” she commanded. Ramona moaned in protest yet freed him of her cuddle as he moved to stand next to the bed, expectantly. Sophie wheeled around and lay down on her back, head off the bed, near his swollen, wet cock. Ramona giggled as she caught on to Sophie’s plan, yet Michael still had no clue.

Impatient, Sophie reached out with both hands and grabbed his hips. “Come here!” Another demand.

Michael slowly figured out her wicked thought and allowed her to shift his body until he stood at the top of her head. His hard cock loomed over her face, her eyes sparkling and expectant. He listened to Ramona as she shifted onto the bed, but he paid her no mind. His focus was solely on Sophie and her mouth. Michael watched her open wide, the invitation now obvious and he took it. He pushed his glans into her mouth and moaned as the wet warmth surrounded him.

He slid in, finding no resistance as his cock pushed over her tongue and into her throat. “Oh, Sophie,” he moaned as his balls slid over her forehead and came to rest on her nose. He heard a muffled moan come from Sophie’s throat and the tingling was stimulating. He pulled back and he looked up to find Ramona lying between Sophies legs, her face buried in her friend’s fiery crotch. Michael pushed back in at a faster pace, while Ramona picked her pace up as well, flicking her tongue madly over Sophies clit.

Sophie had one hand on her friend’s head, holding her in place while her other hand grasped Michaels hip, directing his cock in and out. Meanwhile, his hands fell on Sophies pointy tits and pinched her hard nipples. The three points of stimulation broke the redhead, and she arched her pelvis into Ramona’s face and did her best to scream considering Michael’s cock in her throat.

Ramona cleaned up Sophie’s mess from her labia and thighs, then worked her way up her friends pulsating body, licking and kissing along the way. Her eyes occasionally darted up to Michael and winked at him when she caught his eye. She was coming for him and his cock.

She settled over Sophie’s body, as close to face to face with her friend as she could be, considering Michaels cock that still thrust into Sophies mouth. Sophie welcomed her friend by wrapping her thighs around the brunette’s ass and her arms around Ramona’s back, clutching her lover’s body tightly to her own. Michael could feel another tongue entering the game as it danced around his shaft where it passed through Sophie’s lips.

He pulled all the way out of Sophies mouth only to hear her whimper in disappointment. But Ramona was at the ready and he quickly pushed his hard shaft into her mouth. As Michael switched from mouth to mouth, he watched closely and found the stimulation and the imagery was more than he could handle. “OOhh!” was the only warning he could give to the sudden urge to cum. It was all he could do to pull back to Ramona’s lips so she could catch his cum in her mouth. His vision whited out and he almost fell onto them, bracing himself on Ramona’s shoulders as shudders rolled through him. He pulled out after he was through and stood back as the two women passed his cum back and forth from one mouth to the other.

He was still sporting a cider-induced hard-on and was ready for more plundering. He felt his force now and became motivated in setting up the next act. He rolled Ramona off Sophie, and pulled the brunette to her knees, facing him on the edge of the bed. He felt compelled to kiss her, so he pushed his lips into hers, followed quickly by his tongue.

Sophie must have felt left out as she was soon tugging Ramona back down onto the bed. Before she was all the way down, Michael grabbed the brunettes’ hips and pulled her to her knees while her face was down on the bed. He wasted no time and plunged his cock into her willing pussy. She moaned loudly at the welcome intrusion and pushed back into him, burying his sword into her hilt.

Sophie knew what she wanted, so she positioned herself so that her now wide-open thighs surrounded Ramona’s bouncing head. The redhead grinned from her lusty view of the brunette as she opened her eyes to see the red bush in front of her. Ramona immediately buried her talented tongue into the pink flesh she found hidden in there as Sophie rewarded her with a loud moan.

This was how the night went for several more hours, trading positions until, finally, the cider was no longer doing its job and Michael collapsed on the bed with a rapidly shrinking phallus. Sophie and Ramona, both sweaty, exhausted and a little sore, collapsed next to him and snuggled in for the night,

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It was early and somewhat dark, as dawn hadn’t yet sent its sunbeams through the windows of the cabin. Michael woke with the sound of soft voices and gently sloshing water coming from somewhere behind him. He was alone in bed, so it was safe to assume Sophie and Ramona were up to something, and by the warmth he heard in their cooing voices, it was something good. The room was dimly lit by just two candles on the fireplace mantel. The fire was roaring again. The sight of the fire troubled him as he realized that he never actually saw them feed the fire, nor had he heard the sound of chopped kindling even though there was a handy hatchet wedged in a small log on the hearth.

He heard a giggle, followed by a moan and he had to find out what Sophie and Ramona were up to. He rolled over, towards the side of the bed where the washtub sat, and there he found them. He watched as they slid washcloths over each other’s naked bodies, their eyes lovingly focused on one another as they washed last night away. He swallowed at the erotic sight. He longed to watch as he also longed to be in the tub with them, though realized it wasn’t quite large enough for three. Plus, he had not been invited, so he settled back into the pillows and continued to watch them cleanse one another, comfort one another.