(Please go back to review chapters 1 - 5 submitted almost a year ago)
"A large glass sided box was uncovered. The box was full of water and had a top that fit securely so that if you were inside the box, you would be trapped underwater completely. I was told to get in and submerge my entire body. I would not be let up until I was on the 'far side' of drowning. I didn't know what that meant but it didn't sound good."
"I asked if they were actually going to drown me but the witches stayed silent. I climbed up on a ladder and stood above them on the top of the box. I knew that it presented a good of view up my twat but there was nothing I could do. I sat on the side and took a series of deep breaths and then sank into the tank with my head still above the water."
"The head witch nodded her head and I breathed one more time (my last?) and sank under the surface. My legs were folded up to my chest and bubbles leaked out of my nose. I looked up to see a witch snap the lock the top of the cage on the tank. I was trapped."
"Now we wait, I thought... Then to my horror – I saw through the clear side of the box that the witch with the key walked over and tossed it into the swimming pool! To get it out would take several tens of seconds! Maybe minutes! That is what she meant by far side of drowning!!!"
The tub water was getting cold again so I reached up to run hot more in. Katie nodded her approval and asked if we needed more wine. I told her that I sure did! She stood and stepped out of the tub and went into the toilet room to pee first. I got up and felt the urge to do so as will so I followed her in and waited until she was done and flushed. I immediately took my stance and peed for a long time. A very long time. She teased me by standing behind me and reaching around to hold my penis for me. She said that it was kind of like having one herself.
Katie left me to shake off – I have years of experience at that – and I watched her cute little glistening bottom as she walked out of the bathroom and down the hall heading for the kitchen. I straightened up the towels and sopped up some of the water and made the place look presentable again. She arrived back as I was bending over the tub and she shrieked with mock shock at my naked asshole that was staring back at her. I was more than a little embarrassed but I did not let her get to me. I had seen MUCH more of her so far this evening!
She poured the wine and we got back in the tub. We drank and luxuriated in the hot water. She changed the subject and started asking me about my past water + sex experiences. She pointed out that I took to fucking her underwater like a ... well like a mermaid with a drowning sailor.
I told her that most of my experience was in my head but that I did do a little underwater tit sucking in a private pool on occasion. I also told her that I had never gotten a girl out flat underwater and I didn't even know how to go about asking for it.
She told me that she was more than ready to do it again if I could OR I could hear more of her story. My choice. I told her that wanted to fuck her in the tub again AND I loved the story but that too many questions were flying around in my head. She told me that she could take a break from the story and answer some of them but not to be insulted if she had to decline to answer everything.
I thought carefully and asked, "Is the Blue Witch Coven an old one?"
"Very old", she replied. "It was founded in the Middle Ages when witches were tortured by the nasty and superstitious peasants. The story goes that there was a village in France that had taken to drowning 'witches' on a regular basis more for entertainment than actual religious zealot-ism. Women were labeled witches by town folks and tortured and killed by a variety of methods that all included drowning. When they got tired of trials and finally drowned a 'witch' they didn't do it quickly – they 'played' with her for a bit and drew it out for as long as they could."
I listened intently as we drank more wine. Katie sounded angry but cooly professorial at the same time. She continued, "It is very easy to drown someone quickly but dragging it out is just plain cruel. It turned that that some of the women in that period WERE actually witches (what ever that meant). They didn't have magical powers but did rely on each other for support and to fend of brutal husbands. The story goes that one of the women was accused as a witch and they sentenced her to the dunking chair. They dunked her over and over increasing the time underwater far greater than any person had survived in the past. In the end, they just left the chair underwater for several minutes. When the pulled her up, she was taken by some of the other women and revived."
"She told them that she had been practicing holding her breath in a basin of water for some time and could now do it for minutes and minutes on end. Maybe up to three or four mintues! She hoped that she could survive a future punishment and not drown if they put her to the dunking chair. The women snuck her out of the town and gathered with her in the forest at a small lake a month later to start the Blue Witches Coven."
"Every woman who joined was sworn to secrecy and the skills and rules developed over the years. After another woman survived a 'trial by water' and then another, the coven started working on more advanced skills and increased their security."
"Then as the legend goes, a priest who has sentenced several women to death and in fact, killed them all was lured to the woods under a full moon. They had a plan to drown him but after they got him there they stripped him naked, tied him up, and slipped him into the pond. One thing led to the next and soon they were taking turns fucking him in the water. Pretty soon it developed into fucking him with his head increasingly underwater."
"The priest lasted a long time and soon the witches gained the confidence as they fucked him and pushed him closer to death. They took turns but whenever he was on the verge of drowning, they pulled him up for a brief recovery period. The priest lasted over 12 hours but in the end he begged for death.
"Not so fast – they told him. He would get his watery death but soon ... but first they brought in the husband of the woman who had been abused but him. The husband was stripped naked. He struggled to get free of the bonds on his legs and the ropes that tied his hands behind his hairy back. His dick was limp with fear and shame but when he saw all the naked women – INCLUDING HIS LOST WIFE (he thought she was dead) – he started to get an erection."
"They dragged him into the circle and surrounded him. The story goes that they roughed him up and then pushed him against his naked wife. A rope was wrapped around them and their bodies were joined face to face very tightly. His dick was poking between her legs and she was riding it like a witch on a broomstick. (Yet another theory where that came from...) She angrily gripped it with her strong thighs and it became even harder."
