Burns Night

Synopsis

Nannie collects Moira and flies her to meet Auld Nick at a Burns Night party where her virginity is sacrificed.

Burns Night

by obohobo

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MF FF NC

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Copyright 2002

Chapter 1. To the party

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,

O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!

Thou need na start awa so hasty

Wi’ bickering brattle!

I wud be laith to rin an’ chase thee,

Wi’ murdering pattle! ........

Moira lay on her bed and recited the poem to herself over and over until she had all eight verses memorised. It wasn’t really necessary to learn it by heart but Moira knew they would be going over it line by line and trying to analyse Burns’ thoughts behind the words in literature class at school in the morning.

"That will do for tonight," she said to herself but instead of putting the book away she idly flipped through the pages until it lay open at the tale of Tam O’ Shanter. She liked this long tale in verse and could recite parts of it from memory. It took her mind away from the dismal tower block in Glasgow where she lived, to an age and countryside that was very different. Her sympathies were with Tam as he drunkenly rode home at midnight in terrible weather knowing he would be greeted by a

‘.........sulky sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.’

Moira vainly tried to decide why a man like Tam should want to return home in appalling weather to the inevitable row. Her mind pictured the scene as Tam on his way home was confronted by:

‘Warlocks and witches in a dance:

Nae cotillion, brent new frae France,

But hornpipes, jigs stathspeys, and reels,

Put life and mettle in their heels.

A winnock bunker in the east,

There sat Auld Nick, in shape o’ beast;’

"Tap, tap, tap." An insistent rapping on her bedroom window interrupted Moira's reverie. How could that be when she was nine floors up in a tower block? Cautiously opening the curtain she was surprised to see a young girl wearing a short shift apparently standing there. The girl beckoned her. Moira unfastened the window lock and tilted the window open. Faintly, traditional pipe music floated through. Still very puzzled and confused but not afraid, Moira stared at the girl. She looked old fashioned and the short paisley shift was made of a coarse material. Who was she? How could she stand when the ground was a hundred feet below.

"Hello, I’m Nannie. Come and join us Moira."

"But.... but ..."

"Come on Moira. You’re not the goody-goody girl you pretend to be to others. Be yourself. Enjoy yourself."

"But... I’m not dressed ..." Moira looked down at her baby-doll nightdress. The lightweight material was just thick enough to hide her body colour but it was short and with nothing underneath she would only have to bend forward to reveal her crotch.

"You’ve more than enough on for our party. Come Moira, give into what your mind desires. Have a night to remember and enjoy. It’s time for you to stop playing under the duvet and let your body enjoy what it has only imagined." Nannie tossed her curly hair and laughed so infectiously that Moira laughed too. She clasped Nannie’s hand slid through the open window into the chill night air.

Without any feeling of fear or foreboding or even of feeling cold, Moira watched the ground below as they flew above it. "How?" she wondered but thrust the thought from her mind as the sense of elation of flying held her spellbound.

As if she read her thoughts, Nannie said, "You are probably wondering where the broomstick is. We don’t need them. They are just a myth created by people who have seen the bundle of birch twigs kept in the corner of every witches home and used by the warlocks for warming our bottoms before rogering us or for flogging those who try their religious spells on us."

"What’s rogering?"

"Fucking in the terms of today."

"Will I be rogered at this party?" Moira sounded alarmed.

"Of course. Many times I would think. We don’t get too many young girls and Nick will certainly want to put his cock in first." Feeling Moira trying to slow down, Nannie turned and spoke quietly. "Don’t be afraid. Just relax and enjoy yourself like you imagine yourself doing while in bed at night. I know what you think and do in the darkness, that is why I came for you. No one at this party is able to hide from their real selves. Let your hair down and free up your inhibitions." Placing an arm around the girls shoulders, she gave her a friendly hug, "Come on, we’re nearly there. Can you see the fire?"

Moira could and heard the sound of pipe music was much louder now. Soon she made out the figures dancing to the music. All were naked or nearly so and while some were getting on in years they were not the ‘wither’d bedlams, auld and droll, ragwoodie hags that wad spean a foal’ that Burns had written about. There seemed to be a wide age range of both male and female dancers and she stared slightly embarrassed at the way the female breasts and the male cocks bounced at each step.

"See what I meant by you having more than enough clothing for this party," Nannie commented as their feet settled on the grass.

Nannie led her around the fire between it and various copulating couples. In the flickering firelight Moira noticed there seemed no logic to the age pairing of the couplings. Old men fucked young girls, elderly ladies had the cocks of youths in them, but there were also pairings of similar age groups. Where she could see them, Moira noticed the bottoms of the ladies seemed a very rosy colour. The reason soon became obvious when they came to a buxom woman in her early thirties kneeling with her arse high in the air. Behind her stood a lad about sixteen wielding a bunch of birch rods. At each stroke the woman groaned but the thrust her arse up again for the next. Pausing to watch for a few moments and feeling herself becoming very wet between her legs, Moira asked Nannie why the woman was being beaten.

"We girls always get our bums warmed before a fuck. Gives you a nice feeling and allows the men to think they are in control."

"Doesn’t it hurt?"

"Of course it does, silly but you have to mix pain with the pleasure that comes after. You’ll find out soon enough."

"Why don’t the men get warmed up too?"

"Some do, but the men are the bosses, the top dogs and at these parties we concur to them. Now enough questions. We must get you to Nick before he gets angry at waiting and really warms our bums. There a great deal of difference between a warming before a fuck and a punishment thrashing." Nannie took Moira’s hand and hurried her along.

"Is Auld Nick the same half beast that Burns described?"

"Not so much of your ‘Auld.’ Don’t even suggest it to Nick. He is still young in body and very virile and you’ll soon see."

Almost immediately Moira stood still, confronted by the sight before her. Seated on a brushwood covered couch and flanked by two naked girls was Nick himself, just as she had pictured him in her imagination. Nick stood and approached them. "Well done, Nannie. You managed to get her."

As she approached them, Moira could see him fully. He did indeed have a hairy body and hair covered legs with hoofed feet surmounted by a bearded head with tousled curly hair and horns. Yet what caught Moira’s attention was his erect prick that stood hard and proud against his body. Once before, while on a school camping trip, she’d seen a man with an erection and the vision had stayed with her but the prick in front of her was far, far larger.

"Take off the shift Nannie and lets have a good look at her." Immediately Nannie did as she was asked and removed her own. Moira instinctively tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands but Nannie took hold of her wrists and held them behind her back.

Blushing deeply, Moira uttered "Nooo, please let me go."

"You don’t really want that do you Moira. Isn’t this what you have thought about many times in the darkness of your bed? To be held naked and then savagely ravaged and raped? How often did you imagine getting a good size cock into your young virgin cunt and yet because of your shyness you failed even to let a boy feel inside your knickers. It is what your mind wanted and tonight it is going to happen."

"Nooo, please let me go," repeated Moira struggling fiercely to free herself from Nannie’s grasp. Recalling instructions from her self-defence classes at school, she placed a leg between Nannie’s and with a quick movement flipped her captor over her hip and sent her sprawling on the grass. Before she could run, the two girls either side of Nick caught and firmly held her.

"You’re a feisty bitch," Nannie yelled as she got to her feet but there was laughter in her voice, "but methinks you will pay for it."

"You’re right on both counts, Nannie," Nick roared, "Very like you were when you first came here! Bring her here." The two girls brought Moira to Nick and forced her to kneel at his feet. His cock was then level with her face. Not only could she see it in full detail could smell the sexual aroma it gave off. Invisible pheromones caused her body to react, her nipples became erect and her pussy very wet. "Ruth show her how to make her obeisance," Nick ordered one of the girls who knelt alongside.

"When any girl approaches Satan, our Lord who we also call Nick when we are not at a formal occasion, she has to kneel in front of his most illustrious prick, as we are doing now, and then take it in her right hand and kiss it six times from the base to the head." Ruth demonstrated. "Then open her mouth and take it in as far as possible and suck on it until, Nick says it is enough. I won’t show you that because he just finished giving Jane on the other side of you, a good fucking and although she cleaned him, there is still some juices exuding from the tip and as a newcomer you should have the privilege of savouring it."

With the smell wafting strongly up Moira ‘s nostrils and the lewd behaviour of Ruth, her sexual system went into overdrive. As instructed she took the devil’s prick in her right hand and kissed it the required six times. Further juice leaked from the opening but Moira had no hesitation in placing her mouth over it and licking around the head.

"Do you think it tastes different to man spunk?" asked Jane.

Removing her lips for a few moments Moira replied, "I dunno. I’ve never tasted any spunk before."

"Okay, that’s enough," growled Nick, "Time to get this show on the road. We’ve a virgin to martyr. Take her to the altar."

Moira looked up, suddenly afraid. "Are they going to kill me as a human sacrifice," she thought.

Satan boomed with laughter when he saw her face. "Dinna worry yersel lass. We want to keep yer body nice and fresh for a long while yet. It’s only yer virginity we’re going to martyr and we’ll do a thorough job of that but ye’ll live and we’ll get ya back to Glasgow. Thing is we have a special court tonight where we have a couple of devout churchgoers who have been preventing their two daughters from seeing any boys, have not allowed them to go dancing or have any books in the house that are not bibles or religious trash. We dinna mind o'much when people have beliefs that are not the same as ours but when they narrowly restrict others from even finding out about us and preventing them from leading a normal healthy life, we have to step in."

Chapter 2. The court

By now they had arrived at the altar, a grassy mound about as high as a dining room table but only about two feet wide and less than four feet long. Stakes were driven in the ground at various points around the altar. Nick signalled the piper to cease and when the dancing stopped he called for everyone to seat themselves on the grass. Even those fornicating on the other side of the fire, stopped and gathered round.

Looking round and shaking with apprehension, Moira noticed that some of the girls were being carried still impaled on their man’s cock. She also noticed that a large number of the menfolk, the warlocks, sported erections and she wondered if she was going to be made to take all of them. Jane and Ruth gave her a glass of punch to drink but still held her and when they felt her muscles tense, they tightened their grip and Ruth whispered, "Don’t think of running, you have no where to go and you will only get further punishment. There’s going to be pain but there will be enjoyment too." Moira finished the punch. It was strongly alcoholic but had a pleasant fruity taste that belied it potency. It made Moira much less tense and less apprehensive of what was to happen to her.

"Warlocks and witches," Nick started on what seemed to be a prepared speech, "We are gathered here tonight to pass sentence on Joshua and Eileen McFee for preventing their daughters enjoying the normal sexual activities of young girls. Worse they have been indoctrinated so much they even think their own bodies unclean." Nick paused to allow the murmurs to subside. "Bring out the accused."

A couple in their mid thirties were bought from a nearby tent. The man was dressed in a dark suit while his wife wore a long black dress that covered her completely from neck to ankles.

"Bring out Emily and Madeleine." Moira judged the girls to be about her own age but were clothed like their mother in dresses that Moira wouldn’t have been seen dead in. "Cut the clothes from the accused. Let us all have a good look at what is lurking beneath that sordid exterior."

Joshua struggled and pleaded, then hurled abuse at his captors. Finally seeing he was no match for all the warlocks that surrounded him, he called on the Lord for help. Quickly two men with knives made short work of his suit and underclothes while others threw the tattered remains on the fire. Stark naked he was turned and displayed for all to see. Especially he was paraded in front of his daughters. "What you see," Nick commentated to the crowd, "Is an ordinary looking man. Normal sort of body. Bit of a gut. Smallish cock. Is it easily stimulated?" A middle-aged witch knelt in front of him and gently rubbed the cock and then sucked it. Soon she had a full erection in her mouth. "Yes, it seems he gets a hard on in the normal way. No doubt he enjoyed the stimulation even if his mouth won’t admit it. Are you going to tell us you don’t enjoy fucking your wife, Joshua?"

Joshua didn’t answer until prodded. "I only do it when we wanted to procreate." The statement brought roars of derisory laughter from the gathering.

"So Joshua, are you telling us your poor wife Eileen hasn’t had a decent fuck for what, fifteen years?" More laughter. "I think someone who is such a devout believer should not resort to lying. No man and woman living together would go without for so long. Or has she looked for someone with a larger weapon than yours?" Nick turned to the daughters. "Have a good look round girls, look at the pricks some of the warlocks have. Look at mine. That’s right turn them round so they can see everyone’s. Now Emily and Madeleine, you don’t have to blush, ask yourselves when your turn comes to be fucked, which cock would you expect to get most satisfaction from?"

It was now Eileen’s turn to be stripped. Like her husband she was held and knives cut her clothing to shreds and the fire quickly consumed them. She too stood naked her arms held wide by two powerful warlocks. She cried and pleaded with them not to display her but her pleas were ignored. Suddenly they upended her and displayed her cunt to the crowd and then they brought it close to their daughter's tearful faces. "Have a good look girls. You came out of that little opening. Rory, does it feel as if she’s had a cock inside her lately?"

Rory, one of the warlocks holding her, put his finger in her cunt and announced, "She’s fairly tight but she also quite wet."

"Okay, stand her down but you can keep your finger in if you wish. If her husband hasn’t been giving it to her, then she must have used her own fingers or some other object." Eileen blushed deeply so all guessed she had masturbated probably when her husband was at work.

"How often does your husband fuck you Eileen?" Nick started his questioning.

Eileen hung her head and refused to answer. Rory nipped her clitoris. "Answer," he said.

"Not often."

Nick continued his questioning of her sexuality until she became so humiliated that she lost all thought for what she was saying and burst out, "No he doesn’t fuck me as often as I would like and I have to play with myself when he is not there. Does that satisfy you!"

"You hypocrite Eileen. You service yourself but don’t allow your daughters the same rights. Still by the time dawn arrives you should have been well and truly satisfied and wont have any need to use your fingers." Nick turned to Emily and Madeleine, "Girls, you are now overdressed. In fact you are the only ones that are wearing anything at all. Wouldn’t yer like to dress more comfortably and join the rest o’ us?" Both girls, crying shook their heads. "Well lasses, there be two ways we can do this. Either yer remove ya clothes yourselves and have a dress to go home in, even if it has been somewhat modified, or we can cut yer clothing off and toss it into the fire like we have your parents. Then, like them, you will be left in the centre of your town and have to walk home in your birthday suits. It may feel warm here, but you will feel the full force of the chill night air once you leave the confines of this site."

Slowly the two girls took off their dresses. A witch came forward with a pair of scissors and shortened the length considerably and opened up the neckline. She held it in front of Madeleine. "That will make you look much sexier dear," she cackled.

"Come on, girls, get the rest off," Nick began to get impatient, "Everyone’s waiting to see those lily white titties of yours and to see the colour of you cunt hair." Hesitantly they removed their underwear. It was immediately collected and to their horror was thrown on the fire. "Very nice girls. You have no need to be ashamed of your bodies. They are very desirable. They should give you and us a lot of pleasure. However, since it is not your fault you haven’t experienced the pleasures of a good fuck yet, I have given instructions that you are not to be raped. I have though asked four young lads to escort you during our nights entertainment and they will do their utmost to stimulate and persuade you to enjoy sex with them. Their hands are allowed to roam freely over your lovely bodies but until you say ‘yes’ they are not to put their cocks inside any of your holes." Turning to the lads, "Boys, bring the girls to the front here where they can see everything clearly."

Nick jumped on the ‘altar’ and announced that before the punishment of the two offenders could begin, tradition demanded the sacrifice of a virgin. "For this purpose, Nannie has brought along young Moira who is willing to allow us to violate and make a trainee witch of her." Moira had no idea she was to be made a witch or what her training would consist of. She started to shake with fear they would do something terrible to her.

"Ha no fear, Moira," Nannie whispered, "Ye’ll be back in your bed by dawn. A little sore and well fucked but ye’ll be okay."

Chapter 3. Virginity martyred

"As you all know, all witches have their arses warmed before they are fucked. Normally I would do it to the sacrificial lamb but Moira, this spirited young lady, earlier tossed her friend and helper to the ground in a real effort to get away. In view of this I am asking Nannie to do the warming and, instead of just a bum warming, to flay the feisty girl back and front." The crowd clapped and cheered. Nannie looked very surprised but took the offered birch rods. "Fasten her down," Nick continued.

Four elderly warlocks picked up the squealing Moira and laid her face down on the altar mound. She felt the soft grass tickle her tits and then her pubic area as her legs were folded down over the end of the mound. Soon her arms and legs were spread-eagled and tied to stakes so her virgin cunt was on display for all to see. One elder at her head leaned over and felt her firm tits. "Just making sure they aren’t getting badly squashed," he grinned. Moira looked at his hard cock already leaking pre-cum that was level with her face. Seeing the expression on her face the elder fisted his cock, and said, "You won’t have to wait too long now before you feel this inside you."

Again Moira wondered how many of the warlocks would rape her and was about to say something when Nannie kissed the back of her neck and whispered, "Be brave Moira, I have to hurt you but the marks will fade in a few days and you must learn to feed the pain into the more pleasurable sensations you will also feel. Everyone is watching you, Nick, the warlocks and witches, the prisoners and their two lovely daughters. Be brave. Not too much fuss." Nannie kissed her again.

Taking a stance to one side of the altar, Nannie brought the birch rods slightly diagonally down across Moira’s shoulders. Moira cried out part with surprise and part with pain. The pain wasn’t all that bad for Nannie had not used anywhere near her full strength. It felt more like a thousand stings especially where the ends of the twigs had curled under the arms and touched the sides of her breasts. After the first stroke Moira was able to control her cries as Nannie worked steadily down her back, bottom and thighs until some of the tips caught her tender cuntal flesh. She couldn’t hold back her cries then. There followed a brief respite during which Moira wondered if it was over but no, Nannie had moved to the other side and now started crossing the previous birching. Crying now continuously, Moira thought her back was afire and was certain it was cut and streaming blood.

Another respite during which her back was sponged with clear water and she was allowed to stand. Nannie put her arms around the girl and kissed her fully on the lips and then slid her tongue inside. Then giving her a hug, she said quietly, "You’re doing very well Moira, but the next part will feel worse. I am going to ask the elders to hold you so the ropes don’t burn and cut into your wrists and ankles. However, if you struggle too much we will have to bind you and I may be forced to start birching you again from the beginning so please try and keep calm. Do try and be brave if you want to become one of us and join in our fun again."

Quite gently the elders lay he back on the grass mound. It felt cool but she could feel the pain when her body weight pressed the flesh to the soil. As promised the elders held her down but not before they had publicly caressed her breasts and fingered her cunt.

"Get on with it," Nick roared anxious to get his cock in and remove her virginity.

Once again Nannie started at the head end. Moira tried to control herself but the pain when the rods cut into her pert breasts caused her to cry out. Nannie moved on as swiftly as she dared and started from the other side. She only did the breasts before Nick ordered two to her cunt. His cock was now freely leaking yellow pre-cum.

The pain as the birch hit her very tenderest spots was almost too much for the poor young girl. For a few moments she hovered between consciousness but then shook herself awake. Nick loudly proclaimed, "The virgin is to be martyred!"

Nannie knelt by Moira’s head and tilted it forward slightly. "Watch, it is the only time in your life you will lose your virginity. Prepare yourself for your first fuck."

Nick placed the head of his enormous weapon at her entrance and massaged the pre-cum around and into the opening. Moira could feel her own body responding to the aphrodisiacs in the spermal fluid and her juices flowed. Without warning though, the devil’s dick entered her, paused for a moment at her hymen, withdrew slightly and then plunged right in.

"Aaaaaghh!!" Moira screamed.

"Another virgin sacrificed!" yelled Nick and he began fucking her in earnest. By now the elders holding her ankles had released them and Moira instinctively felt she should close her legs around Nick’s body. It brought a cheer from the onlookers. Moira hardly heard them. Her cunt was on fire with need. A need to take as much of that giant cock inside her as possible. The pain from the rest of her body was temporarily gone all she wanted was to service this devil man and bring herself to a screaming climax. And climax she did. Nothing in her previous experience with her own fingers even came close to the sensations she was feeling.

Nick held himself back as long as he could but the tight young cunt milked him until he could no long control his ejaculation and poured a copious quantity of the yellow spunk into the now willing womb. Sometimes he wished he could fertilise these young bitches and produce his own offspring but that wasn’t biologically feasible.

Slowly he withdrew as Moira reluctantly released her legs from around his waist. Knowing what she had to do, Moira placed his cock, still almost fully hard to her lips and began cleaning the blood, her juices and his sperm. "Thank you," she said.

With the excitement of the fuck over, pain now began to return to her body. She gently massaged some of the worst areas, particularly her tender tits. Nannie, still cupping Moira’s head, said, "Time for that later, you have to service the elders next and Old Jim, was a sailor and likes a nice tight arsehole. After having Nick’s cock inside her the first three elder’s fucks hardly excited her except when their hip bones plunged against her whipped cunt lips. Even then she didn’t find the experience unpleasant. Her cunt was well lubricated and she decided to give the old men all the help she could. They seemed to appreciate it and came fairly quickly especially given the encouragement from the crowd. One whom they just called ‘Fart’ was helped along by his witch ‘wife’ using the birch on his bum to force him to thrust more forcibly.

Nannie was correct in thinking Old Jim would want to take Moira’s arsehole. He bent her over the end of the altar and asked Nannie to wet her hole a bit. Nannie not only did so but dipped his cock in all the juices that were running from the well fucked cunt before guiding it into the brown entrance. Moira cried out at the entry but Jim’s prick was on the thin side so that once entered the remainder of the fuck wasn’t too painful.

At last Moira’s initiation ordeal was over. Nannie led her to a space alongside the two daughters and sat down. Immediately two middle-aged warlocks started to fondle them. Moira cradled herself against the chest of one and allowed his hands to roam freely.

Chapter4. Punished

"Moira? Can I ask you something?" Emily, the youngest of the two daughters and the nearest to Moira, leaned forward as far as she could with the arm of one boy around her manipulating a nipple. On receiving an affirmative answer she went on shyly, "Did Satan really hurt you when he.....?"

"When he fucked me?" Moira finished for her, "Yes, it hurt like hell at first but as you probably noticed, once we got going I didn’t want him to stop. The sensations I had were out of this world and I would certainly do it again if I get the chance. I’d even do it if I have to take another whipping first. Now that was painful. If you get the opportunity to let him fuck you, go for it. But I think it will be your mother that gets it up her cunt next by the look of things."

"It looks as though they are going to whip them first," Emily observed as she watched the warlocks pull on ropes that led from her parents wrists over branches on either side of a stout oak. Soon both were swinging with their feet inches from the ground.

Three witches stood around Joshua and three warlocks circled Eileen, each carried a long wet birch. They didn’t hold back. As the figures swung and twisted to and fro, so whoever they came towards struck them on any convenient part of their exposed body. Emily and Madeline were crying and would have rushed forward had not their partners prevented it. Soon both parents were a mass of red welts some oozing blood. Both were pleading to be spared any further punishment and promising to give their bodies to Satan if only he would call a halt to the beating. Eventually Nick ordered them down and had them taken to the altar.

Eileen was first. Like Moira before her she was held spread so her cunt was open for all to see. It and inside her thighs were raw from being caught many times by the birches. "Come close girls," Nick ordered, "Come and see what your mother has been needing for a long time." Nick’s prick seemed permanently erect and was again oozing yellow pre-cum. Quickly he spread this around the tender opening and plunged in.

"Aaaghh!" cried Eileen. Unused to such a large weapon she thought it would split her. Quickly though she accommodated it and began thrusting back to meet Nick. Her cries of abuse and pain turned to gurgles of pleasure. Moira knew exactly what she was feeling and was somewhat jealous. However this was mitigated by the fingers of her escort sitting behind her and feeling her tits and cunt. Lifting her body she positioned herself over the man’s cock and slowly impaled his prick in her wet cunt.

"Fuck me. Fuck me please!" she begged. As the man, a stranger to her still, lifted with his hands under her armpits so she helped by pushing up on the ground. Soon, despite the rather awkward position they developed a rhythm and before long her young womb was again filled with sperm. Briefly she wondered about pregnancy but decided it was too late anyway after all the earlier inundations.

"You should have had your arse birch warmed before a fuck, Moira," her partner stated, "But I think we can let you off this time after your earlier thrashing. It looks as if your friend Nannie is to get her bum warmed though." Moira turned and saw Nannie kneeling with her bum raised and legs apart.

"Swish!" The birch flayed across Nannie’s white arse leaving a network of fine lines. Five more times the birch laid it stripes and each time Nannie pushed back to meet the strokes. To Moira these were obviously not the punishment strokes Eileen and Joshua had but they must have stung.

"That’s the way an experienced witch takes a warming," Moira’s partner informed her, "And they expect a warming every time a warlock wants a fuck so by the end of a party like this witches bums are more than warm, they are red hot."

"My time with Moira now if you please." A younger warlock appeared.

"He’s a bit of a hunk," thought Moira as she was passed over. "Looks as if he was a weight lifter in life."

He was certainly strong. Picking her up he quickly placed her over one knee and without any preamble laid the usual six strokes across her already tender arse. She hardly had time to cry out before she felt his prick delve deep inside her cunt and begin a vigorous fucking. It went on for ten minutes or more before he finally came and, after cleaning his cock, she was able to look around. She had another drink of punch and was becoming quite light headed.

Eileen was being mouth and cunt raped by two warlocks and Joshua had Old Jim’s cock up his arse and a witch’s cunt in his face. Another was rapidly and strongly pulling on his cock. This seemed causing him a great deal of pain especially as the birches had been used very effectively on his genital area.

With the ‘court punishment’ session formally over, the music and dancing began again. Nannie took Moira’s hand and was about to lead her to where groups of eight were forming when they noticed the two virgin daughters, Emily and Madeleine across the laps of two boys. Their arses were being birched so they knew they had succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh and wouldn’t be virgins much longer.

So for Moira the night flew by with dancing, drinking and submitting herself to the sexual extravagances of the warlocks. Her poor arse was indeed red hot but it all excited her and while it was painful she received much pleasure too. An hour before dawn the party began to break up, Nannie came and suggested she went home. "We must be away and back in our homes by first light," she said. Moira said her good-byes to those whom she sort of knew and to Nick and pleaded with him to be allowed to attend another party.

"We’ll look for’d to havin. Ye’sel if Nannie d’na mind picking yer up. Once you get to full witch status ye’ll be able to come on yer oon."

They hugged and kissed the two daughters as they put on their shortened dresses. "You look as if you really got into the fucking business," Moira laughed as she noticed how red their arses were. They were taken directly home whereas their parents were left naked on the village green. Fortunately there were not too many people around at that time of the morning but it was a cold and painful barefoot walk to their home although they were met part way back by Madeleine dutifully bringing shoes and coats.

*****

"Knock, Knock, Knock." Pause. "Wake up Moira. Time to get ready for school" It wasn’t usual for Moira to oversleep. Her mother opened the door and went in. "God, it’s cold in here! Why is the window wide open?" Moira hardly stirred even when shaken she barely opened her eyes. Sally, her mother could smell alcohol on her daughter’s breath. Puzzled, she pulled the duvet down and saw the state of Moira’s body. The red lines had turned blue in places and sperm was running down her thighs. Immediately Sally knew. "You’ve been marked by the devil!"

Moira, half awake now, looked at her body and she too knew as she answered, "Then it wasn’t a dream."

Finis