The Night Hunter
This was now the 5th night in a row Etienne had spotted her. She had been playing tricks on the local villagers and sending mean-spirited spells to townsfolk who wandered past the outposts too late into the night. Supernatural trickery on the edges and outskirts of the town were one thing but Etienne was flustered with annoyance when the witch began disrupting the peaceful epicenters of the village.
Fits of sudden drunkenness and delirium, ornaments knocked down and shattered, sudden flashes of light with imagined eyes glimpsing like a revenant spy. A phantom faerie, a smirking poltergeist, a witch, she was called. And one emboldened by her youthful exuberance.
2 nights prior Etienne had seen flashes of her dancing lights on the farthest corners of the town. The next night he stood watch on the north tower with an assortment of tools, restraints, and entrapment devices. He knew such enchanted creatures existed in the heart of the surrounding black forest but it was a nuisance to keep allowing this lost witch to toy with villagers like this.
But that night the joke was on him. He awoke suddenly embarrassed by his failure to keep awake and watchful. Thats when he saw her staring at him. Her big curious eyes glowed and her hair began to wave behind her in the sudden gust of moonlight wind. Etienne snatched a long whip from his bag that sat by the side of this chair but as he jolted up to chase her she floated backward while he tripped forward and collapsed on the ground. She had securely tied his boot laces together as he slept.
Etienne quickly rolled on his back, grabbing his whip and cracking it near her feet as she floated around the railing of the wooden tower platform, amused and pleased with herself. This only enraged Etienne more but by the time he stood upright again she had dissolved into an illusion of light that rushed past him, going through him, and he felt her hot breath on his face and neck. He spun around but saw nothing but the black twisted void of the forest wall beyond him. The wind calmed down and all he could hear was quiet brushes of leaves.
After the previous night's close encounter, Etienne had taken her taunting as an opportunity to teach this pesky specter never to stray from the forest ever again. He packed his bag of witch catching tools, slipped on his overcoat and ventured into the dark forest.
He walked for nearly an hour in the black forest. It was just before the time of night when the witch usually appeared when Etienne began laying his trap. She seemed to be a capable yet haughty young witch whose newfound powers had given her an inflated sense of impunity for her actions. Night after night she ventured from the safety of her coven to the farthest boundaries of her territory to wreak havoc on unsuspecting folk. As enchanted and elusive as she was, her isolation from her sisters gave Etienne the advantage. Tonight was the perfect opportunity for him to pull her body down to an earthly confinement and discipline this free roaming witchtress to whatever end he desired. She had to be taunted, toyed, and disciplined or else the vixen sorceress would return for further fun.
Etienne began tying laces of Thyme and Foxglove in a circle overhanging a clearing that dangled like willows. When the clearing was fully strung up he arranged ropes and pulleys with small bells on the ends of them beneath the dangling herbs and covered them with leaves for disguise. Then he sat down behind a large oak and waited.
He continued waiting for what seemed like another hour, wondering if she had not taken the bait. When suddenly he heard her humming in the close distance. He couldn't see her glow but could feel the forest light up in an amber luminescence. There was the sound of delicate rustling like a grazing doe and it was getting closer and closer. Ettiene sat upright and slowly reached for the rope pulleys he had set up. He suddenly felt hot with anticipation. This was the only chance he'd get.
He heard an excited hum from her voice as she started picking the herbs off the strings. Ettiene knew her legs were in the prime position and so he pulled the rope firmly, heard her cry, and felt the weight of her body tug at the enchanted threading. Spinning around he finally got a good look at her.
She was hanging suspended upside down with her feet tied up flailing madly. She was wearing a dark silken gown that slid upward as she hung and struggled and revealed her long legs and thin white underwear.
.
"I caught you little witch!"
Etienne said.
She hissed back at him and began shooting wild lights at his face. He stumbled slightly at her desperate attempt to disorient him but he quickly grabbed both her wrists, pulling them behind her back and wrapped more enchanted rope around them. He secured them together to neutralize her spells but she continued to growl and hiss and contort her lithe body in the air. Etienne fastined the knot between her wrists and grabbed her hair up pulling her face close to his, momentarily stopping her growls as they looked at each other defiantly.
"Stop your struggling witch"
said Ettiene firmly,
"You should know when you've been conquered".
With one hand holding her head up by her hair he took his other hand and slowly touched her cold cheeks, mouth, and throat. He could smell her closeness. He then reached into his bag for a ball gag tied to a leather belt, pulled her hair back again to tighten the device around her head. She began to shake her head and yell but quickly muted as the rubber ball stuffed itself deep into her parched mouth that was now forced open. Eittine fastined and secured the gag. She continued to moan in protest and the ball became dripping wet with her saliva.
"Shhh, we can't have you making a fuss to every creature out there. You and I have a lot to work out and your coven sisters won't be able to hear you".
She moaned and Etienne ran one hand through her dangling hair and the other over her chest, grazing her belly and navel and touching the tips of her nearly exposed nipples. He then pulled her strung up body forward towards him like a pendulum, examining the soft contortions of her exposed belly and torso.
"You wont be doing anything tonight unless I allow you to do it"
Etienne whispered, she could feel his warm breath between her legs. He then hoisted her up further in the air. Only moments ago she was a sprightly wanderer doing as she pleased and now she was a helpless animal caught in a trap, exposed and vulnerable from all sides.
Etienne dug through his leather bag for something while the young witch watched with focused anticipation, her eyes never blinking. He pulled out a shiny wooden scepter with a metal ornament on one end, a shape that resembled a womans face with medusa-like tussles and red rubies for eyes. The unholy instrument had a smooth wooden head on the other end and had been waxed over to give it a sleek frictionless feel on the skin. He then pulled out a small glass bottle from his jacket pocket and poured an oil-like substance onto the rod, causing a dripping mess onto the ground. The young witch hung upside down, the ball gag still stuffed in her mouth causing saliva to drip and it mixed with the small puddle of oil beneath her. She was eye level with his torso and examined his belt buckle and elaborate pouches draped around his waist. She had never truly been this close to a human before in her corporeal form. She could feel the warmth of his blood pulsing inside him, the smell of his sweat and heated movements dominating her awareness.
Suddenly she felt his scepter on her thigh as he gently moved it down closer and closer to where her undergarments were covering the space between her legs. The warm oil trickled down her thighs and dampened the thin white cloth. He then rested the rod between her legs, soaking her underwear with oil. The rod felt warm, wet, and solid as he lightly stroked her clit and labia with it which had become nearly see-through from the oil-soaked fabric. She could feel the oil drip down her belly, ass, and lower back, as well as beginning to seep into her underwear, causing a steady tingling sensation that aroused her senses.
"What did you think would happen tonight?"
Etienne asked her,
"what did you think would happen between you and me? You've seen me on the watch tower night after night havent you?"
She hung still for a second then nodded admittingly.
Etienne moved the rod over the top of her clit, then around and down the bottom of her belly. He watched her breathe in and out. Since her hands were tied behind her back she could only wriggle her elbows and knees like a caught fish slowly losing the will to struggle. The oil that she was now half covered in gave off a scent of charcoaled cedar, lilacs, and an otherworldly quality that was hard to identify. A feeling came over her like a lackadaisical longing in the pit of summer. A hot irritation pulling her mind deeper into the shape of a carnal obsession. As she looked up at him she could see how concentrated and deliberate his movements were on her body that lay nearly stripped and fully displayed like a ripened offering to the night.
Ettiene's focus was becoming both intensified and dislodged by the sight and feeling of the young witch's body strung up in front of him. For all her supernatural harassment and the havoc it had caused within the village, he couldn't help but be impressed by the mysterious power this creature could conjure. Her entrapment only highlighted the contrast between her capabilities and her current disposition. He felt stirrings deep within him that scanned his focus up and down her body and finally gazed into her dangerous lucid eyes.
Suddenly by chance or by design a branch that was holding her up snapped and she dropped into a pile of leaves below, her hands still tied in back of her. The commotion nearly sent Etienne barrling backward. Taking advantage of this opportunity she hobbled forward, her leg restraints quickly unraveling as she tried to get up and run into the darkness.
"Oh no you dont!"
Ettiene barked, snatching his whip. She began to glow as her levitation powers charged in preparation for flight, she tried to commune with Ruak, the god of spirits and wind. While she was able to spit the ball gag out of her mouth it was too late and Etienne whip caught her heel like an anchor pulling her back down to the soft wet soil.
He snatched her up and pinned her soft body to a tree, fastening himself to her backside and grabbed the bark to secure himself against her. They stood there stranded in a stalemate position, panting hard from the moment's action. She was aware of how close his face was to hers and they could both see their rapid breath frosting around them. Finally she spoke.
"
You
really
dont have any fun around here do you?"
"Shut up"
, Etienne answered.
"Had to be a strict enforcer for the enchanted border rules cause you've got nothing better to do? How amusing your humdrum human life must be".
She taunted him.
"You find it amusing to harass our peaceful villagers?"
"Anything can be amusing if you're in the right position. It's only natural for a creature with greater power to toy with the lowlier ones in their dominion. Don't be sour just cause a barefoot girl made you her fool for a week. You have your fun and I have mine. A boy with a tool box like yours? I bet it thrills you catching little creatures."
