The Witch’s Brew

Author’s Notes: WARNING NON-CON. Happy Hallow’s Eve! Hopefully this gets published in time for the spooky season! If not, well, belated treat!

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“I hear that if you walk across the Witch’s Graveyard at midnight, her spectre will come and show you the worst, most horrifying, scariest thing of your life. I can’t believe I listened to them,” Darla, 23, said as she stepped over the gnarled root of a nearby tree. She waved her phone around, the flashlight shining the light around to illuminate her path. “But, if you can get through it, you’ll be granted untold riches and desires.” She said in a mocking voice. “What a crock of shit.”

She looked down at her screen, seeing the messages and reactions that were coming in from her watchers and followers of her livestream. “Well, at least I have you all to keep me company. I’ve got plenty of battery. I think I’m about halfway through here by now.” Messages popped up on her screen.

“You can do it!”

“I bet she’ll wuss out.”

“No way it’s real.”

“Is she actually doing this?”

“Show us your front cam!”

Darla rolled her eyes and shook her head. It wasn’t easy being one of the most popular girls at school. Hell, she should have been at a party anyways, impressing Timothy Grene with how far her legs can bend; But no, she was here, taking some dark and long forgotten path in the forest in the middle of the night on a stupid challenge. If it weren’t for her friends showing her the $20,000 reward for video proof of the challenge and the Witch’s, she wouldn’t even be out here.

“This money had better be worth it,” Darla said as she steeled up her resolve to keep pressing forward. She clutched her lavender sweater tighter around her as the wind blew her platinum blonde hair backwards. “I hope you’re watching Blake. This is for your money.”

“Get that witch!”

“Damn, must be cold.”

“We’re all watching.”

Darla spun around quickly on her heels as she heard something stir behind her. She pointed her phone toward the source, only to see a small squirrel running around. “Ugh! You freaking scared me! Get out of here!” She shooed away the squirrel before turning back on her path. “Well, everyone, we’re now about thirty minutes into the Witch’s Challenge, and so far, not a single witch in sight. I better still get my money if there’s no witch.”

The chat filled with more supporting messages, along with the occasional messages that were about her showing off her body. Normally, she would go for it, but it was just too cold, and to be honest, she was too scared. She just wanted to go back, get her money, and get a nice hot shower.

“WHAAA!”

Darla planted face first into the ground, having not seen a tree root that caught on her right foot. There was a loud SPLAT as she landed into a puddle in the ground. Her sweater was absolutely soaked on the front with a large brown stain in it. Mud had splattered onto her cheeks and up her arms as well. Her phone had, thankfully, avoided the puddle and landed on the ground nearby, screen down.

She got her foot free and turned the camera to herself, showing everyone what just happened. “UGH! I fucking tripped and fell in this puddle and, Blake, you are fucking paying for my dry cleaning!”

“Oh shit that looks bad.”

“Wet t-shirt contest!”

“Oh Blake is a dead man.”

“Lol”

Now, she was utterly furious that she was even colder, with her sweater no longer providing any warmth. She groaned and kept moving forward, trudging along and thinking even more about the shower and the money. “And that dry cleaning is not coming out of my reward mon- Oh shit!”

Ahead of Darla was a small light in the distance. She turned her camera towards it, but the forest was too dense to see what it was. She turned off the light and slowly moved closer towards it. “Guys, I think I found something.”

“Oh shit”

“What’s going on?”

“Is she in a forest?”

“Where she?”

“I’m going to get a closer look.” Darla slowly inched closer and closer towards the light, growing in size, but not moving. As the brush became less and less dense, she began to see what was the source of the light.

In a medium sized clearing was a small cabin with the lights on. It looked to be made from trees nearby and smoke was coming out of a chimney. It was probably about the size of a shipping container, so decently livable. Vines had grown up the side of it and there was a decently sized garden in the backyard that looked to have various different plants and flowers growing.

“There’s a house out here?” Darla asked as she crouched down, trying to get a closer look. She zoomed in closer with her camera as she began to approach it.

“No way she found it”

“Witch gonna get her.”

“Where is this?”

“OOOO BLAKE OWES HER MONEY”

Quietly, Darla made her way to the nearest window and peeked inside. It looked like an ordinary living room. There was a couch, a rocking chair, and a coffee table, along with a box TV. A rug laid by the front door. The TV was off and there was a cup of something that Darla presumed to be coffee on the table.

“No way,” Darla said in a whisper to her livestream as she lifted her camera up to look at the inside of the house. “Oh, Blake, you owe me so-”

A footstep came from right behind Darla with the crunch of the grass. Darla spun around to briefly see a white robed figure wearing a mask with a contorted face lunging at her with a cloth in its hand. Before she even had a chance to scream, the cloth went over her head and she felt all her strength leaving her body. She collapsed on the ground as her head went into a fog.

After some time had passed, Darla’s eyes groggily began to open up. The first thing she noticed was that her wrists had been bound by rope, outstretched to both sides and holding her arms out wide. They had a little give, but she wasn’t able to bring them closer to her body. She tried to move her legs, only to find that they had been bound as well, but it felt like the rope went towards the ceiling.

Secondly was a soft humming and the sounds of gently boiling water. Darla tilted her head up to see a young woman, likely around her early 20s, standing in front of a large black cauldron that rested over a small charcoal fire. The woman had her back turned to Darla and hadn’t seemed to notice Darla waking up. She was also holding a book in one hand and was stirring with a ladle with the other. Darla turned her head to look at the rest of the room. It was definitely a basement of sorts, based on the cobwebs and the wood of the ceiling. Most of the room was filled with bookshelves and various bottles with colorful liquids inside of them. They were all labelled in a language that Darla didn’t recognize.

Finally, Darla noticed how much colder the air felt. She looked down and saw herself in only her pink bra and panties.

“What the fuck!?” Darla shouted uncontrollably.

The woman at the cauldron stopped what she was doing and turned around to face Darla. Getting a better look at her, Darla could see that the woman had a pale complexion with freckles dotted all over her cheeks. She had curly brunette hair that spiralled down to her waist and round glasses. She was also wearing a long white robe, which contoured to her skin. It certainly showed off plenty of cleavage to, what Darla estimated were D cups.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the woman said, resting her head on her hand and looking at Darla.

“What the fuck is going on? Where the hell am I? Why am I naked?” Darla spewed a flurry of questions at the woman, who simply looked at Darla.

“Well, you’re not naked. You’re still wearing your bra and panties,” the woman said, pointing out the two articles of clothing that Darla had.

“That’s not the point!” Darla shouted as she struggled to break free of her bondage. “Where the fuck are my clothes? Where’s my phone!?”

The woman simply pointed over to where Darla’s sweater, undershirt, and pants were hanging up on a wire. All of them were clean, but looked to be in the process of drying. “Your stuff was dirty and covered in mud, so I took them off you so you wouldn’t get cold.” Sitting on the table near her clothes was the mask that Darla had seen attack her and Darla’s phone. The phone had been tilted up and rested against containers and the screen facing away from them.

“What the fuck? You undressed me!?” Darla turned her head towards her phone. “Hey! Guys! Call the cops! Help! I’m kidnapped here!” However, she had no idea whether or not the phone was actually turned on. She turned her attention back to the robed woman. “You’re gonna get arrested for kidnapping me if you don’t let me go!”

The woman tilted her head in an inquisitive look. “But, aren’t you the one who was trespassing on my territory?”

“Your territory?” Darla’s brain finally put two and two together. “Oh my god. You’re the witch!”

“Witch is such a crude and outdated term,” the woman said with a shrug. “I prefer the term Alchemist. It sounds nicer.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Darla said, once again trying and failing to get out of her restraints. “Why the fuck am I tied up?”

“Um, isn’t it obvious?” the Alchemist said as turned back and headed toward her cauldron. “It’s so you don’t leave yet.”

Fear began to push out Darla’s bravery and arrogance. The realization of what the situation was that she was in began to dawn on her. “Wh-what the hell are you going to do to me?”

The Alchemist stirred the cauldron and poured in something, which turned the liquid in the cauldron into a brilliant blue. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re my newest test subject.”

“The FUCK I AM!” Darla writhed and pulled on the ropes, using her strength to tug, but only found herself still restrained but more tired.

“Now don’t be impatient,” the Alchemist said as she turned around and walked back to Darla. “It’s almost ready.”

“Wh-what’s almost ready?” Darla asked as she looked over at the cauldron.

“Hmm.” The Alchemist ignored the question and stuck her hand out, fondling Darla’s tits. “About C range. I’ll have to reduce the amount of rosemary.”

“Hey fuck off! I’m DD sized! And don’t fucking touch me!”

“Oh, that’s even better,” the Alchemist said as she withdrew her hand. “Then I just need a pinch more of the frog’s dew, then…” The Alchemist began to mutter to herself as she walked over to her bookshelf and pulled out various books before then gathering ingredients and mixing them into her cauldron.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” Darla said, getting angrier. The Alchemist turned her head towards Darla and stared at her. It felt just like she was staring directly into Darla’s soul. Darla gulped and lowered her tone. “Um, what is it that you’re brewing?”

“It’s called the Witch’s Brew,” the Alchemist said, turning back to the cauldron and tossed in one last ingredient, causing the mixture to release a small puff of smoke. “Ah, perfect.” She scooped some up and put it into a bottle, swirling it around a little before walking over to Darla.

“Wh-what does it do?” Darla asked, beginning to sweat.

The Alchemist didn’t respond. She just opened up Darla’s mouth and poured the liquid inside. Darla tried her best to resist, but it was to no avail. The Alchemist massaged her neck, forcing her to swallow most of the weird solution.

Darla coughed and hacked after being force fed. “What the hell was that?” Almost immediately, she could feel her pulse begin to quicken. Her face became red with blood and her breathing became more shallow. “Am I going to die?”

The Alchemist tilted her head again as she looked at Darla. “What good is a dead test subject to me?” She looked all over Darla, studying the effects that the strange brew had on Darla.

“What did you do to meeeeeeeee?” As Darla said that, the Alchemist stroked a finger along Darla’s bare back, sending shivers down Darla’s spine. She began to pant a little more, feeling her blood pumping in her ears. Suddenly, things began to feel weirdly tight. It felt like her bra had gotten a little smaller and was almost irritating to wear. Despite that, her nipples were hard and brushing against the inner fabric. As they did, it sent more shivers of pleasure through Darla.

“Oh good, it’s working,” the Alchemist said as she continued to walk around Darla. She ran her hand along Darla’s body, going from shoulder blade to ass to thigh.

As she did, Darla could feel herself tingle with delight. She wiggled her ass as best as she could, her pussy getting wetter by the second and beginning to trickle down her legs. “What the hell is going on?”

“Ah, amazing,” the Alchemist said from behind Darla. She put her hands on Darla’s ass and Darla could feel the Alchemist’s breath on her thighs.

Darla gulped hard. She wanted to protest against all this touching against her will, but at the same time, it felt exciting in ways that Darla had never experienced before. As much as a part of her wanted to shout and stop this, the other part of her wanted more. She was panting hard as she felt the overwhelming cry of her body, the tension building in her and begging for release. “What are you doing to me?”

The Alchemist didn’t answer. She simply squeezed Darla’s ass firmly, making Darla moan softly. The Alchemist moved her mouth closer until she was right in front of Darla’s pussy, feeling the heat coming off of it. She stuck her tongue out and ran it along Darla’s pussy.

“Ahhhhh!” Darla shuddered in delight at the feeling. It was far better than any time that any boyfriend had eaten her out before, and this was just a minor tongue lick, admittedly from a random stranger that she had never met.

The Alchemist continued to squeeze and lick at Darla’s wet pussy, soaking her panties with her saliva and Darla’s natural juices. The rush of pleasure struck all the right sensors in Darla’s brain as more moans and pants escaped from her lips. Everytime that Darla was about to say something, the Alchemist’s tongue flicked at her clit and washed away her thoughts.

Mustering up all her strength and digging deep, Darla managed to make out a few words. “Move… the… panties…. Stop… teasing.”

There was a soft chuckle from the Alchemist before Darla felt the air on her wet pussy. Thankfully, the cold didn’t last long as the Alchemist’s warm mouth clamped onto Darla’s pussy and continued to tongue fuck her.

Darla’s moans echoed in the room, along with the slurping sounds from the Alchemist. Darla started to grind her hips against the Alchemist’s face, speeding up the rate of pleasure hitting her brain. This was beyond anything that any boyfriend had given her, and she was loving every second of it. The tension and the sensations kept building and building until Darla couldn’t hold it anymore.

“OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING!”

Darla’s body tensed up as an orgasm rippled through, quivering with utter delight. Her eyes fluttered and her breath shook as her muscles slowly began to relax. She rested there, panting as the Alchemist removed her face and put Darla’s panties back into place.

“Well, I would say that was a success.” She walked over to the table nearby and began to write in a book.

Darla’s head hung down as her body quivered and tensed up with the post-orgasmic bliss. It was higher than anyone had ever gotten her before. Slowly, she lifted up her head and looked over at the Alchemist.

“Holy shit… that was… amazing,” Darla said between pants.

The Alchemist turned and looked over at Darla and smiled before turning back to her book. “Fascinating. The Witch’s Brew has incredible effects on sensitivity. Must research further any other latent effects.”

“What is the Witch’s Brew?” Darla asked as she began to come down from her orgasm and regain her thoughts.

“Ah, it is a potent aphrodisiac, or a love potion. That’s easier to say.” She quickly scribbled something out and replaced it with something else in her book.

“An aphrodisi- You fucking drugged me!” Darla shouted as her mental faculties began to work again. She wanted to try to break out of her bonds again, but her body was still recovering. Still, as she said that, she felt her ears begin to heat up again. “What the hell?” Her breath began to quicken again and she started to feel the tension of need again in her crotch. “Ohh fuck.”

“Incredible,” the Alchemist said as she wrote down more in her book. “It would appear that it has an effect in a second wave as well.”

Darla’s cheeks were flush again as she looked over at the Alchemist, her eyes tracing the curves of the young woman. As upset as she was that she had been forced to take it, she couldn’t help but think about how amazing that orgasm was. Furthermore, she didn’t get a sense that the Alchemist wanted to hurt her. “A-Are you gonna come here and eat me out again?” She asked that as a question, but the tone of her voice made it sound more like a request.

The Alchemist adjusted her jaw a little. “My mouth is a little tired, but I have just the solution.” She took off her robe, revealing her fully nude body with a small, neatly trimmed bush at her crotch. Darla took in the full sight of her, biting her lower lip softly. The Alchemist walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out a small box. She opened it and pulled out a strap-on with two six inch long heads, one that went into the Alchemist as she put it on, and one that Darla knew exactly where that would go.

The Alchemist walked around Darla and started to move and pull some things, which started to move Darla around. She couldn’t see exactly what was going on, but she felt herself move closer to the middle of the room and was lowered down. Her panties were pulled to the side and she felt rubber brush up against her pussy lips.

“You’re gonna fuck me with that?” Once again, Darla asked a question, but used the tone of a request. She felt her cheeks redden and she bit her lip in anticipation.

“I mean, that’s what you wanted, right?” The Alchemist rubbed the tip against Darla’s pussy, teasing it gently. “Plus, this will make a wonderful test to see how this will-”

“Just fuck me already, please!”

Without missing a beat, the Alchemist gripped Darla by the ass and guided her right onto the strap-on. Darla let out a sharp, but delightful, moan as the thick member inserted itself into her. Slowly, she rocked Darla back and forth on the strap-on, the room filled once again with moaning and wetness. But this time, the moans included the Alchemist’s.

“Fuck! It’s so big,” Darla moaned as she was pounded from behind. She wanted to wrap her legs around the Alchemist and pull her in deeper, but the bonds of her ropes kept her from doing that. She let her head drop down, panting and sweating in pleasure. The rocking motion rubbed her nipples against her bra, which only served to add to the building mountain of pleasure.

“Tell me, what are you feeling?” The Alchemist asked as she smacked Darla’s ass, moaning in sync with Darla.

“It feels incredible,” Darla said between moans. Feeling her tongue was one thing, but feeling a thick member, even if it was fake, filling up her soaking wet needy pussy was an absolute rush of euphoria. “Keep fucking me! Don’t stop.”

The Alchemist once again smacked Darla’s ass, causing a sharp moan to escape from Darla’s lips. “I need more details than just incredible. Tell me more.” She held Darla in place for a bit. “If you don’t, then I’ll have to stop.”

“No, please don’t!” Darla shouted as her body tingled. The Alchemist obliged and moved her arms down to Darla’s thighs and used those to move Darla up and down the shaft. “It feels like my whole body is in a warm fire. Like there’s feathers in my muscles and they’re all dancing in delight. It feels like being weightless, but the rocking makes it all feel more intense. It feels… it feels… oh god it feels like my needy little pussy needs to be fucked harder and faster!”