-Burkittsville
“You mean the Blair Witch is supposed to be in this small town?” Bradly asked his girlfriend Stacey.
“There is no Blair Witch, Brad. It was only a movie but they used the name of the town. I just thought it would be neat to come to Burkittsville on Halloween, kind of a ghost story trip.” Cassie answered.
“Well, if there ain’t no Blair Witch, why are we driving past this creepy old mansion to get to a cemetery at midnight on Halloween? What’s supposed to happen?” Jenny’s boyfriend Tyler asked.
“Oh, ease up, Ty. Haven’t you ever done spooky things on Halloween just to do something spooky on Halloween?’
The old high school friends gathered together for a Halloween adventure. They all saw the movie “Blair Witch Project” and even though the story was not real, thought it would be neat to be at the real town of Burkittsville at midnight on Halloween. The four gathered in an old Confederate cemetery on the outskirts of Burkittsville just before midnight.
It was pitch black with only a few owls and the rustling of autumn leaves that could be heard. As the clock in the church steeple struck twelve, a foggy mist began to shroud the cemetery.
“OK, this is getting a little too creepy.” Cassie whispered to Bradly.
“Yeah, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” Brad responded as he scowled, glancing around at the mist that seemed to be actually rising out of the graves.
A faint glow started to slowly enter the graveyard. As the glow grew closer to the four ghost hunters, a human shape seemed to begin to appear. Through the fog, a beautiful woman was walking towards them. She resembled Vivian Lee from Gone With the Wind, a southern belle in a flowing dress.
“Well, exactly what are y’all doing here disrespecting the sons of the Confederacy that fought in these mountains. You should be ‘shamed of yourselves.” The woman scolded them in a deep southern accent.
“We, we didn’t mean anything, no harm or anything, we’re so sorry.” Bradly stuttered as he tried to answer.
The four trespassers were becoming scared as the strange woman seemed sincerely upset and angry. As she continued to scold them, the fog became thicker as the mist seemed to rise from the graves.
“I’m becoming woozy,” Stacey mumbled just before she collapsed on the ground. The other three teeter-tottered around before they also collapsed.
The strange lady with the southern drawl smiled as she disappeared into the cemetery.
The four young adventurers began to awaken. When Cassie tried to talk, she discovered her mouth full of cloth and sealed tight with a scarf of some form. Everything was dark as she realized her head was shrouded. She could hear the moaning of her companions, apparently in the same situation she found herself.
She pulled on the ropes that crisscrossed around her hands that were drawn behind her. Her legs were strictly tied to the chair. Roped was cinched around her body multiple times, cruelly forcing her breasts to jut outward. Jenny was in the same predicament. Her movements trying to escape seemed to tighten the ropes around her boobs with some discomfort. Both women were moaning into their gags, hopeful someone would hear them and release them from this unknown fate.
“MFHGFHFMMFHHGFHFMMFHGFFMMFHGFHFG!” filled the air as the girls pleaded. They were unsure if their male companions were with them in the same room, or even anywhere near them.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen”, a deep southern drawl suddenly got their attention.
“I am Colonel Beauregard Blair of the Confederate States of America, I welcome you to my residence that also serves as my regiment headquarters. You already met my wife Abigale out in the pasture late last evening. I certainly hope you two lovely ladies are not involved in spying for General Meade as your two male counterparts have been. It would certainly be a shame to execute such beautiful feminine creatures.”
The colonel could hear Cassie and Jenny shriek through their gags as they suddenly realized their boyfriends, and probably themselves, may be executed as spies. The girls also noticed he used the name “Blair”. Could the story actually be true?
There was sudden light as the black hoods were ripped from their heads. The two frightened girls looked around the beautiful sitting parlor of the house and were shocked to see their boyfriends with bags over their heads hanging from ceiling beams. At first, they thought their men had already been executed, but realized the ropes were tied around the wrists, not their necks.
“We southerners are more civil and gentile with our womenfolk. You probably won’t be executed if you are willing to provide your most precious assets to help the morale of our homesick soldiers.”
Jenny squirmed and yelled, “mghnoofuccckkinoomhfhgnewaymghghm” through her gag. The colonel could make out what she was saying. He grabbed inside of her blouse and cruelly pulled out her left nipple , stretching the skin of her breast in a grotesque tan triangle.
“…and we do make exceptions to the rule for those ladies that prefer not to cooperate.” he added as he twisted her nipple around several times, creating excruciating pain. The colonel proceeded to unbutton the blouse of each girl, squeezing and fondling each breast as their shirts flew open.
“And may I add ladies, your womanly assets will no doubt greatly improve the morale of our heroic soldiers.” The beautiful woman they saw in the cemetery entered the room.
“Ladies, may I introduce my wife, the lovely Mrs. Abigale Blair, she will show you to your accommodations.” Two servants entered the room and carefully untied the legs of each woman from their chairs making sure their wrist bindings remained secured. Mrs. Blair led the way to a guest house located behind the main dwelling.
The colonel made his way to the men hanging from the rafters. He removed the black sacks over their heads.
“I assume you heard my conversation with your two wenches. We hang spies.”
“Oh, Daddy don’t,” a young lady yelled as she and another woman came into the room, Colonel Blair’s 20 year-old twin daughters.
“Mavis and I would just love to entertain these two gentlemen, maybe we can even get them to confess to some of the spying.”
The colonel knew very well what his daughters wanted, and it wasn’t confessions.
“Well girls, I guess we could let them live an extra day or two.”
“Oh Daddy, we love you so much and promise we won’t hurt them, much,” and with a snicker Mavis and Marigold ran up to the second floor.
The colonel directed the servants to take the two male captives down from the rafters and take them to the second floor bedroom reporting them to his daughters and whatever their wishes.
Mrs. Blair was making the welcome for her “guests” very uncomfortable. Both girls were stripped naked and forced to walk back and forth for Mrs. Blair.
“You Yankee whores all walk the same, tramps! No gentile mannerisms. Stand straight, push those boobs forward,” Abigale yelled as if leading fashion models.
She stopped each girl at the end of a dingy basement room. It was obvious the room had been occupied before, most likely with captives or slaves. Abigale had the servants grab each girl and tie them back to back to a pole fully exposing their most private assets.
Abigale approached the frightened women with long poles with phallic objects attached. She approached Jenny, slowly and gently moving the huge penis shaped smooth metal barrel in and out of her vagina until her pussy betrayed her and began to flow her sex juices.
“I knew you Yankee tramps couldn’t resist a big dick” Abigale chuckled as she kept inserting the shiny fake manhood faster and deeper into her love canal.”
Cassie was trying to scream through her gag as she watched her best friend fight an orgasm.
“MHGHGHMMMHGHGMMNHGNMHHGHG…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” was the shrill noise penetrating the room from behind Jenny’s gag as the height of an orgasm shocked and shook her body.
Cassie faced the same fate and tried in vain not to accept the torture and pleasure of the Abigale’s sexual assault. Her body also betrayed her and exploded in a magnificent orgasm. Abigale wasn’t done as she pushed the huge metal cock high up into her. She was essentially impaled and could barely move. Jenny suffered a similar fate as Abigale forced the shiny sex rocket high into her love space, also forcing another orgasm before the final push to fill her female void.
Abigale took the long pole sections and tightened them into a wooden ledge below the pole where the women were bound. She then repositioned their arms behind their backs and around each other so their hands were pushing down on the top of each other’s pubic area creating even more internal force of the giant steel dicks.
Leather straps were extended across their mouths and around each other’s heads to tightly secure their heads together on the pole while effectively muting their cries. Another strap was circled around the pole across the massive breasts of each victim forcing the nipples to painfully squeeze just above the strap. More straps secured their legs and ankles to assure the captive women not only couldn’t move but were also in misery.
Meanwhile, the two men were escorted to the second floor to a large bedroom with a huge brass bed. The hands of each man were tied to the top of the bed and feet and ankles were tied around the brass railings of the bottom of the bed. Both men remained gagged with mounds of cloth filling their mouths. The packings were secured with several pieces of rope that was wound around their head and neck. Fully naked, the men were at the mercy of the daughters of Abigail and the colonel. When the two bodacious women entered the room also completely naked, the flagpole of each man immediately came to full salute.
“My, my. Such magnificent specimens of manhood.” Marigold chuckled as she reached for the cement log of Bradley, stroking the rod causing even greater petrification.
“And I must admit, your friend has just as much sexual arousal.” Marigold purred.
Marigold gently kissed Bradley from head to toe as she stroked his cock. She kissed his male sack rolling each ball around in her mouth. She continued to his chest sucking especially hard on his nipples. Brad moaned with pleasure as she sensed his fluid beginning to rush into his massive rod.
“Oh no not yet” she purred in his ear after she kissed his lips that protruded above and below his gag.
Mavis was much less subtle with Tyler and immediately began licking his hard dick to moisten his missile for launch. She took his entire penis into her mouth until his knob head touched her tonsils.
“Whooa, big boy,” she yelled as she painfully squeezed the bottom of his cock to prohibit an early orgasm.
The girls giggled and laughed as they climbed aboard each monument, lowering themselves until their love nests were stretched by the gigantic erections each of their captives had constructed.
“Oh my God, he’s huge” Mavis moaned as the girls were slowly raising and lowering on the poles. With each movement they would lean forward to playfully smack the boys faces with their bodacious tits.
Their male sex slaves couldn’t control themselves, raising their crotch as high as possible to jackhammer into a massive orgasm. The girls became taut, their backs arched and huge breasts flapping in a circular motion.
“Oh, OH, OOOOOOHHHHHHH!” were the screams of the two females when they simultaneously orgasmed as the hot heavy fluid flooded their bodies.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” was the muffled sound from their captives as they also exploded in nearly twin orgasms and ejaculated gallons from their fire hoses.
The girls collapsed on top of their captives, all four bodies soaking wet from an extraordinary, but physically draining sexual experience.
But, unknown to the girls, with every motion of intercourse, the guys were quietly able to loosen their ropes.
Bradley glanced at Tyler, and with a nod of the head he signaled Tyler to also reach forward with the ropes around their hands now free from the headboard and reach around the head of each girl. The quick action caught the girls totally off guard as the ropes were suddenly pulled around their necks until they lost consciousness.
The guys stood and admired their handiwork. Each girl was tied to the rafters hanging by ropes looped around their breasts, forcing the girls to stand on their tiptoes to avoid tightening the ropes even more painfully around their boobs. Their frilly undergarments torn in shreds and stuffed in their mouths held securely in place by their silk dress ties. Leather straps stretched their legs tightly together. Their arms were behind their backs attached to a rope that was around the neck of each girl forcing an even greater peril to remain on the tips of their toes.
As the girls moaned in pain, the guys began to leave the room. The door suddenly flew open and in rushed mother Abigail Blair.
“What in heaven’s name is going on!” she screamed as she rushed towards her trussed-up daughters.
Tyler and Bradley grabbed the vicious southern bell before she reached her darling accomplices.
“Miss Abigale, YOU need some training on proper etiquette when hosting northern guests.” Tyler told her as he pulled off her underwear and stuffed it into her mouth secured with several pieces of her torn dress. Her male “guests” stripped her completely naked, grabbing rope as they led her onto the balcony that overlooked the parlor room.
When the boys were done, Abigail was securely bound to the handrail of the balcony. Her arms stretched straight out along the banister, her shoulders tied in several places to the top of the railing. Ropes tied around her big motherly breasts and tied again through the small rail slats forcing her massive mounds to protrude between the slats and projecting out over the parlor. The ankle and thigh of each of her legs were tied together in frog leg style, forcing her to sit on her knees as she leaned forward so as not to pull the ropes around her boobs even tighter.
Tyler and Bradley were proud of their ropesmenship, three lovely southern belles, bound, gagged and fully trussed with their tits suffering from the cruel ropes. Tyler went back into the bedroom. The girls yelped as he flicked his fingers at the girl’s nipples. Bradley entertained Abigail as he reached around her to grasp her massive boobs rolling each nipple in his fingers.
Satisfied their three minx were secure, Brad and Ty ran from the mansion in search of the girls. They were stunned by their female accomplices in the basement of the guest house, cruelly bound together and mounted like department store mannequins on a phallic object inserted into their vaginas. The guys began to untie them, careful not to create any movements that would cause the metal dicks to press harder inside the unwilling sex holes.
As the colonel walked into the parlor he heard a muffled sound above him. He was shocked when he looked up to the balcony and saw two humongous tits forced between the slim slats of the banister railing.
“Oh my god!” screamed Colonel Blair as he raced up the stairs to free his trussed-up wife.
“What the hell happened?” he asked her as he removed her gag.
“Get them! Get them! In the bedroom!” she kept yelling until the colonel opened the bedroom door and was shocked to see his beautiful daughters hanging by their massive breasts from the rafters straining to keep on their toes to relieve the pressure on their bulging purple tits.
The four intruders ran from the guest house towards the mountains assuming the Union Army would be somewhere on the other side. Their progress was brought to a sudden halt when several Confederate riflemen sprung up from the bushes aiming multiple guns at the group.
“Well, well, I am sure the colonel will be mighty pleased when we bring his four spies back to his headquarters,” snickered a rough looking character in a floppy hat. “Hands over your heads and march!”
The four were now certain a hanging was in their future until Colonel Blair approached them.
“You four don’t deserve a proper hanging.” the colonel blurted at them.
“Tie ‘em to the trees! You boys get them rifles ready, we’ll take care of these Yankee scum right now.”
Several men violently grabbed each one of the four friends and pulled them to a grove of trees. Each person was gagged and blindfolded as they were tied to the trees.
“Damn shame to waste these beauties,” one of the soldiers said as he squeezed and fondled the girl’s breasts.
All four were secured, arms outstretched around a tree trunk with ropes tied on each wrist and joined together behind them so they couldn’t move. Each trespasser had their mouths stuffed full with pieces of torn linen secured in place between bulging cheeks with more rope. They were all blindfolded with the remaining pieces of torn linen. Their legs were outstretched in a similar manner as their arms, exposing the wide female openings to quite a treat for the sex hungry rebels who played with their tits and fingered their pussies.
Seeing the action in the woods, the colonel’s daughters saw the men similarly bound and came to watch the executions. Mavis went up to Bradley and began massaging his manhood to a massive erection. Then she painfully twisted his hardened cock almost into a pretzel shape causing Brad to groan in agony through his gag.
“You won’t be needing a penis as you will never have the pleasure of a woman again.” Mavis yelled at Brad as she let go of his red, irritated cock and walked away.
Tyler also felt the wrath of an angry woman as Merigold grabbed his sack in a cruel squeeze.
“I hope your Yankee balls rot in hell!” Merigold yelled at Tyler as she twisted and turned his male organs.
“Stand back, girls. Time to take care of these traitors once and for all, ready, aim FIRE! yelled Colonel Blair at the top of his voice.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bradley saw the bright light of eternity as he heard the shots ring out.
BANG! BANG! BANG! “You kids can’t sleep in the cemetery” yelled a burley deputy sheriff as he hit the driver’s side window and shined his bright LED flashlight into the car.
A groggy Bradley looked up as he opened the window.
“Sorry officer, we were just leaving.”
“OK good, don’t want to have you caught by the Blair Witch on Halloween night, heh, heh, heh,” chuckled the rotund cop as he walked away.
The car slowly drove out of the misty cemetery,
“God, I feel awful, my arms and shoulders are achy and my crotch feels like someone kicked me in the nuts” Bradley mumbled to Tyler.
“Yeah, I am hellish sore too, and my cock feels like it’s been in a taffy pulling contest. You ladies feel OK?” Tyler inquired to the girls sitting in the back.
“My wrists are sore, my ankles hurt, my tits are in pain and I feel like I have been fucked by an elephant! Yeah, I’m fucking wonderful.” Cassie snapped back.
“And I feel like shit, too.” Jenny chimed in.
Just then it hit Bradley. “Any of you guys just have a really weird dream?”
“Yeah,” Cassie yelled, “ and it was about the fucking haunted house overt here.”
“SHITTTT!” Bradley yelled as everyone suddenly realized what had happened.
Bradley slammed down on the gas pedal hard as the car suddenly flew out of town.
“Fuck, that cop is going to stop us.” As the red and blue lights flashed Bradley pulled over.
“Going kinda fast ain’t ya’ son? You kids look like ya’ seen a ghost. Trying to get away from the Blair Witch? HA, HA, HA!”
