The day began with a shopping trip. Jack had left a note on the counter giving specific instructions:

TONIGHT IS HALLOWEEN. WE WILL BE HAVING A WITCH TRIAL COMPLETE WITH A JUDGE (ME) AND JURY. DRESS THE PART. WE WILL FIND YOU, NO MATTER WHERE YOU HIDE, EVEN IF IT’S IN THE WOODS.

I giggled. This had always been one of my fantasies! After a few hours shopping, I had the perfect outfit, the crowing piece as an under bust black corset – one of Jack’s fantasies. I ate a light lunch, set up a large charcuterie plate in the fridge for later (I had no idea how many of the jury would be coming back to the house!) and got myself ready.

I put in my pretty, yet sturdy nipple rings, black thigh high stockings, a kimono made of black lace, and a long black skirt, also made of black lace, and, of course, the corset. Since Jack had mentioned the woods, I took the hint, added a pair of black booties, and grabbed an old fashioned lantern and started out the door. Then, I looked at the small taper candle I had placed inside the lantern, shook my head and exchanged it for a bigger pillar candle made of beeswax.

Forty minutes later, I was hiding behind a tree when I heard heavy boots crashing through the woods behind our farm house.

“Come out, Witch! Show yourself or it will go worse for you!” I heard Jack shout followed by at least three different male voices shouting their agreement.

I snatched up my lantern and took off. Soon, the crashing grew louder and louder until Jack was suddenly in front of me with his hand out in a HALT position.

“You’ve been caught, Witch. Give me your wrists!”

“No!”

Another man dressed like Jack – a mask covering the upper half of his face, a black judge’s style robe, and black books – grabbed my lantern. Another wrists and held them out to Jack who ignored my squirming and tied a sturdy rope around them before leading me to a tree.

I saw that Jack had already tossed a long rope over a tree branch with a carabiner on the end of it. The end of the rope was looped around the trunk and tied. In this way, he could easily shorten or lengthen the rope as he saw fit.

“Now,” he announced, “You will be subjected to several tests to determine if you are a witch or not. Unless, of course, you wish to confess right now?”

“NEVER” I shouted!

“As we expected,” stated one of the jury.

Jack glanced at my lantern and said, “Very Well. The Fire test first. K?”

K must have referred to one of jury who stepped forward with a knife and systematically removed my clothing, carefully cutting the lacing on the corset which could easily be replaced – everything except the boots.

Next, another member of the jury took the candle which Jack handed him and began to drip wax across my body. I squirmed and tugged against the ropes, but they held. I was also getting wetter by the minute and my nipples were hard as bullets!

I growled and screamed curses, which earned me a light slap across the face (I almost came right them!).

“These ropes may not hold her for long. She needs Iron!” Another man yelled.

“Indeed,” agreed Jack.

He then attached chains to my nipple rings. He lifted the chain and tugged. I moaned with pleasure. Jack then plunged two fingers deep inside of my pussy, finger fucked me until I came, drenching his fingers in my cum. He held them up to the other men and said, “You see what pleasure she derives from her evil ways!”

“We must search her body for the Devil’s Mark!”

They ran their hands over my body, fingers in every orifice, tweaking and pinching every delicate area. They flipped me around so I was facing the tree trunk, the iron chain attached to my nipples now held in my teeth.

“We must probe deeper! We must prick her!”

“Your turn, G.” I heard Jack say.

My cheeks were spread and lubrication was inserted into my anus. G’s prick soon followed. His cock was thick and hard and relentless. I screamed, coming with abandon, as he probed harshly and without mercy. While I was in the throws of yet another orgasm, G pulled out, spraying his hot seed across my bottom.

“R?” Jack said somewhere in the distance.

The rope was lowered and I was now lying on the dried leaves, R on top of me.

“NO!” I screamed. One of Jack’s rules was that only his cock be inside my pussy.

Jack pinched my cheeks together and turned my face so that I was look up at him.

“Safe word?” he murmured to me.

I shook my head. I did NOT want this to end! He nodded to R who thrust his prick deep inside of my drenched pussy. Jack kept hold of my face and warned me to keep my eyes on him. I tried, but when the orgasm washed over me, I arched my back and closed my eyes in pleasure. R soon pulled his cock out of my needy body and sprayed my belly with his seed. I was covered in sticky cum, dry leaves adhered to my body, and deep in sub space when Jack hauled upright.

“This witch can’t even follow simple directions. She will be whipped!”

And I was, my face and chest pressed against the rough trunk of the tree, a man holding me in place, and Jack behind me, using a switch to whip my ass and upper thighs. I cried. I danced in place, but there was no escaping Jack’s switch. When he finished, I leaned heavily against the tree, desperately needing him inside of me.

“Kneel!” he ordered.

I obeyed, boneless now, and looked up at him.

“We have not yet Pricked one place. Open your mouth, Witch!”

I obeyed.

“K?”

K’s prick was in my mouth, down my throat, gagging me. Jack’s fist full of my hair, close to the scalp, holding my head back.

“You see how she rejects that which is given to her??” he stated.

K kept his prick where it was until I stopped gagging, then, he slid down further. Then further until his balls where touching my lips. Tears were running down my cheeks and my own wetness was running down my thighs. He continued to fuck my mouth, offering no mercy when I gagged. I tried to pull away, but Jack held me in place. As the other members of Jury had done, when he was ready, K pulled out and sprayed my face and breasts with his cum. I was sobbing, needing more.

“Now? Now will you confess,” Jack asked, standing with arms crossed in front of me.

“To what?” I asked quietly.

“To bewitching us, me in particular. You have used your wiles to bewitch my mind so that the very thought of you makes me hard!”

“Aye!” echoed the other men.

“You have used your witchy ways to bewitch my body so that I ache with need at the sound of your voice, the vision of your body, the touch of your hand, the scent of your hair!”

Bowing my head in defeat for a moment to catch my breath, I sighed, looked up at him, and confessed. Jack grinned, looked at the other men, and made a motion.

I was unclipped from the rope and lead by my nipple chains back to the house.

The three members of the Jury veered to the left once we got close to the house, I guessed to their cars. Jack led me into the house and straight to our bedroom. He gently pushed me to the bed, belly down, his favorite position. As if by instinct, I lifted myself onto my elbows and raised my hips.

His fingers gently probed my anus, scissoring to widen me.

His cock slowly entered my welcoming, needy pussy.

“Yes!” I murmured.

I finally had him inside of me.

“You’re a mess, witch,” he scolded with each slow thrust. “Covered in other men’s cum. Dead leaves and dirt covering your body along with bits of dried wax.”

“I’m sorry. . . ” what did I call him??? “Your Honor!”

He growled and continued to make love to me, his fingers in my ass, his cock in my pussy, working in tandem to play my body like a well tuned violin.

“You should be. Because this. This obsession I have with you is the reward for your evilness.”

“Yes, Your Honor!”

“And as such, you will endure being pricked by my staff,” a hard thrust “Whenever” I felt my body tighten. “And Wherever.” I began to tremble. “And with Whomever” I exploded. Colors flashing behind my closed eyelids, screaming his name.

“I”

“Choose!”

He joined me in the dance as old as pleasure itself, filling me with his essences as our two bodies became one.