Witch Chronicles 001 A TG Witches Tale
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School's Out at the Witch Academy
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The attack worked perfectly. The witch hunters had surrounded thewitch settlement, then gone in undetected. By the time they knew what washitting them, it was too late. Captain Charmaine Landis, fay- and witch-killerextraordinaire, had been assigned the task of pacifying the dorm at theWitch Academy. Severely wounded in a sortie six months before, she hadwhat everyone believed would be an easy assignment this time. Since personnelwere spread thin, and since she really was one of the best, her superiorshadn't bothered with back-up. "Just go in, round 'em up, then string'em up," her commanding officer had said.
As the plan required, Charmaine went running down a street that passed thedorm on the south. She wore the standard-issue night-op uniform: beret, vest,miniskirt, and boots, all in black. When the dorm came into view, she pulledthe pin on a witchbane grenade and hurled it with all her strength. The grenadehit the brick wall of the building and disappeared. What the naked eye couldn'tsee was that witchbane was now spreading over the entire surface of the structure.Now no witch would be able to leave under her own power.
She knew from intelligence reports that the front door would be unlocked. Thewitches had gotten over-confident of late, and had scandalously neglected security.Behind the door would be a single guard. Charmaine wasn't worried. She quicklydashed in, finding herself in a kind of alcove. At the other end of the alcovesat the guard: a very pretty, redheaded witch in a cap, blouse, and skirt ofblue, with black high heels. She was filing her nails. When she saw Charmaine,she jumped up and reached for her wand. Charmaine had already let loose herbolo, which caught the witch mid-body, pinning her arms to her sides and drivingher into the wall behind her. She crumpled to the floor, the wind knocked rightout of her. The witch-hunter ran up with a compact mirror in one hand and asmall hammer in the other. "No! No!" shrieked the doomed girl. Charmainepointed the compact at her, made sure her reflection appeared there, then smashedthe glass. The witch gave out a long, bitter wail, then just . . . disappeared.Nothing was left but a pile of clothing on the floor.
Charmaine could hear screams now, and the clatter of running feet. Accordingto intelligence, there was no one with serious military training in the buildingbesides her, but it paid to be careful. She left the alcove and moved carefullyalong one wall until she came to a doorway. This was the Common Room. She tooka rag that she kept in her pack for this eventuality and waved it in frontof the open doorway. A bolt of energy from a wand tore the rag out of her handand reduced it to ashes.
She put on a pair of goggles, pulled a flash grenade from her belt, activatedit, and tossed it through the doorway. There was a loud bang, and blindingradiance filled the Common Room. Charmaine ran in and with the aid of her gogglessaw about fifteen girls dressed in Academy uniforms: white blouses, plaid skirts,white knee-socks, black shoes. They were all screaming and covering their eyes.A few--no more than three--clutched wands in their hands. Soon they'd be ableto see again, and it took just one zap from a wand to atomize a target. Shehad to incapacitate this bunch. She didn't like cheap magic tricks, but a verysimple skirt-flipping spell was the best solution at hand. So she spoke thewords: "Aiai, aiai, your skirts are flying high!"
It worked. The girls' skirts all shot up as far as they could go. Now theyhad a new reason to scream as they frantically and vainly tried to push theirplaids back down. When that didn't work, they clutched their groins protectivelyand stumbled for what they thought might be cover. Most were still blinded,and so they were a blundering, colliding mass of tears and terror.
"Stop moving! Stand still!" When Charmaine barked these orders out,
the stricken girls all obeyed. They had to, for a witch must obey whoever takes
her skirt up or down. "Now, anyone with a wand, drop it! Drop it now!" Three
wands clattered on the floor. "Get against that wall!" When they'd
retreated, Charmaine grabbed up the fallen wands and made sure to break all three.
There was time now to survey her catch: fifteen--no, sixteen--girls, rangingin age from eighteen to twenty-one, all whimpering and shuddering, all coveringtheir panties protectively with their hands. They were––each andevery one of them--exceptionally pretty, and in Charmaine's eyes their wide-eyedterror made them more than pretty. She felt a strange stirring in her breastsand belly.
I've got to get a grip ,she thought, so she began to interrogate them. "Anyone else in the building?"
"N-nobody," said a black girl with skin the color of cinnamon and curly,
reddish-brown hair. "J-just us and a guard. She was in work-study."
"Why were you all awake and down here this time of night?"
"A p-party. End of finals week." Charmaine looked around her. Sure
enough, the room was full of party paraphernalia: a table with plates and a big
cake, a keg of beer, a CD player.
"Are you the only students?"
"Yes."
"You'd better be telling the truth!"
"Honest, just us!"
Charmaine tossed a pinch of truth dust in the air. Everything the girl saidwas cold, hard fact. She then performed one more spell, to determine whethersomeone had entered the building whom the girls didn't know about. All clear.
"OK," Charmaine said. "I expect you want your skirts back down.
I'll do that, but I'm going to tie your hands behind you first. You'll still
have to do what I say, but it's a little more dignified." So she got out
a coil of rope and cut sixteen lengths from it. As she bound the girls' wrists,
she smelled a heady mix of coconut soap and fear. Again, she felt that bothersome
stirring.
"Now I'm going to march you over to the main square, for further questioning
by my superiors. I'll . . ."
"Y-you're going to kill us," said a full-bodied blonde. "Isn't
that right?
"I'm going to march you over to the main square," Charmaine repeated.
She made them head out the front door. As they approached the central portionof the witch settlement, they could see other groups of captured women, theirwrists bound as well, being marched by their captors to the same destination.From the looks on these witches' faces, it was plain they had no doubt as towhat awaited them. Charmaine's girls just kept their heads down and cried softly.
When they reached the square, the prefab gallows was ready for business. Thehunters had known they'd haul in a huge catch tonight, so the gallows was abig one, with capacity for ten at a time. Ten nooses were in place and waiting.When they saw their destination, many of the witches began to scream, or wail,or sob uncontrollably, or beg for mercy. So it was with Charmaine's group;a few even fainted. Charmaine and several of her comrades quickly uttered calmingspells, which put an end to the worst of the commotion. She then said to hercaptives, firmly but not ungently: "Be quiet now. Listen. You all choseto use your magic for evil. You all volunteered to be the Dark Lord's minions.This is the penalty. Now show some backbone and accept your fate."
"Please," said the beautiful black girl. "I'm only twenty. We're
all so young . . . please . . . . "
"You've all committed human sacrifice at least once," said Charmaine. "The
law is clear. No more begging. I'll allow you to cry instead: cry your hearts
out. Cry because you gambled everything on evil and lost. Cry because a noose,
not the Dark Lord, is going to caress you tonight."
So they did cry: big streams of tears and big, heaving sobs that made theirwhole bodies shake. And as they cried, the witch hunters determined how thehangings would proceed. Charmaine's group would go last, in two batches: oneof ten and one of six.
So the girls stood there, still crying, as the older women climbed the gallowsto pay their debt. After the first group of ten had been brought up, the menthere roughly tore off their skirts and panties, then pushed them down to thewooden floor. Everyone could hear the shrieks that came next.
"W-we're going to be raped! We're going to be raped!" cried the full-bodied
blonde, and the others in Charmaine's group began to scream all over again.
"No!" shouted Charmaine. "I promise you, whatever you see and
hear, you will not be raped!"
When the men had had their fun, they made their victims get up. Then thewitches all had to stand in a line as the nooses were adjusted around theirnecks. They had looks of dull shock on their faces, and blood and urinedripped from their groins. They stood for what seemed several minutes;finally, at a command from one of the men, a trapdoor opened and down thewomen dropped, kicking and twisting. It was over very soon. The bodieswere cut loose, and the whole business began anew.
The young students finally had their turn, at about five in the morning.Charmaine repeated her quieting spell and gently ushered ten of them uponto the trapdoor. A male hunter said to her, in a leering tone of voice: "Ireckon you'll be needing some help with revenant-prevention."
"If you or the others so much as lay a hand on them, I'll gut-shoot you," said
Charmaine. "Now get off my gallows."
"Bitch," he muttered, but he and the other men left.
Charmaine lined the girls up and drew the nooses tight around their necks. "Keepcrying," she said. "Get it all out." And so they did.
"Now," she said, "we have to insure that none ofyou comes back from Hell. 'Stripping and dishonoring,' they call it. I'llmake it so it doesn't hurt any more than it has to."
She went up to the black girl, who trembled and drew away. "Standstill," she commanded. The girl shuddered and groaned, but obeyed.As gently as she could, the witch hunter slipped the girl's panties toher knees. Charmaine scented a rich, musky perfume, which almost made herswoon. Next, she cradled the girl's bottom with her left hand. Then sheextended one long-nailed finger on her right hand and thrust it quicklyinto her victim's vagina. Whether they were truly virgins or not, thesestudents had been magically altered for the pleasure of this or that greatsorcerer. Each was as tight as she could be, with a tough, resistant hymen.Charmaine had to push hard to break all the way through. The girl squealedand fell forward. Charmaine took her in her arms and stroked her hair.
"It hurts!" the girl sobbed.
"I know, baby."
"I-I wish I were a boy!"
"No, no, no you don't. I catch boy fays, too. When I jab theirpouches, it hurts just as much. They cry just as much. Now be still, baby. . . I have to do the others."
And so she did. The girls all shrieked, but not nearly as much as their predecessorshad. When that task was done, Charmaine went over to the lever, paused brieflyto collect her thoughts, then pulled it. Down they went, kicking and squirminglike all the others. By the time their death orgasms were through, some hadkicked their panties all the way off (these had floated to the pavement, likelittle white parachutes). Others kept theirs, snagged at their ankles (theblack girl was one of these). Pantied or pantiless, they were all beautifulin the way only a hanged girl can be.
Charmaine repeated the process with the remaining six, the last of whom wasthe full-bodied blonde. When she'd deflowered this one, the girl, in the midstof her sobs, asked her: "Am . . . am I pretty?"
"No, baby, you're beautiful."
"'Cause I think I'm too fat."
"No! No! Your panties are just a little too tight; aren't you glad to have
them down? Now it's time for nighty-night." And with that, she again pulled
the lever.
Later, Charmaine filed her report. With it she submitted a request: never tobe assigned again to "easy" duty.
THE END
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