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Sleepy Hollow: The Witch Of The Western Woods 
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

A prequel to the 1999 movie, a young man ends up in the 
Western Woods, a meets a mysterious young woman. (FM, 
1st, oral, supernatural, movie-parody)

***

Author's Note: After I had finished posting my "The 
Miley Cyrus Sex Tape" story, I had wanted to do a 
Halloween-themed story next. I knew I didn't have time 
to write yesterday, but I figured that would give me 
time to come up with a story idea.

Nothing came to me.

I always loved Tim Burton's 1999 version of Sleepy 
Hollow. I have the movie tie-in novel which I've read 
many times. I had just took it down from one of my 
bookcases to read again. After I started it hit me to 
write a story based upon this version of Sleepy Hollow.

The obvious choice came to me at first, but then I 
decided to write a story involving The Witch of The 
Western Woods. This should be fun, especially since we 
know so little about her after she saw The Hessian as a 
child and before Ichabod speaks to her in her cave in 
The Western Worlds. I hope you enjoy the story ~ G]

***

Decades before Constable Icabod Crane ever left New York 
City, traveled North and set foot in Sleepy Hollow, 
there was a young man from Connecticut. He was of 
twenty-two years of age.

He had just graduated College earlier in the year, and 
in early October received a letter from his grandfather 
to come spend some time with him in Upper State New 
York.

His parents expected him to hire a horse and carriage to 
make the journey, but unbeknownst to them he decided to 
travel by foot.

Ten years or so earlier, when his grandparents traveled 
down often to visit, his grandfather gave him a map he 
had made himself of the route between Connecticut and 
Upper State New York. The young man had treasured that 
map, and now intended to use it for his trip to visit 
his grandfather. He left immediately upon acquiring the 
supplies he'd need for such a trip.

Fall had long set in, with the leaves already changing, 
still a sight to behold in October. The weather had 
cooled during September, but Indian Summer had set in.

Nights were nice enough for camping out under the stars, 
which is what the young man planned to do.

He had experience in such things, having camped out 
often growing up, with either his grandfather, father or 
both. And he was in great physical shape for the long 
trip ahead of him.

All went well at first. He traversed well through 
Connecticut heading Northwest. Thing continued well as 
he crossed over into New York continuing North.

But once he finally reached Upper State New York, where 
there were more wide open spaces, his journey grew 
trickier. The map no longer seemed to match the 
landscape and landmarks he was seeing. He was heading in 
the right general direction, though.

He continued on despite his confusion. He'd come this 
far and truly wished to see his grandfather. The trip 
continued to be enjoyable otherwise, especially his 
nights under the stars.

Somehow he completely missed the village of Sleepy 
Hollow, and ended up in a wooded area known to the 
locals as The Western Woods.

He had spent many nights sleeping under the stars in 
different woods during his journey thus far, so this so 
be no different.

But it was different. He could sense it somehow.

He was a superstitious person. Neither were his parents. 
His grandfather on the other hand was somewhat 
superstitious. Even he had heard of The Western Woods 
and would not have been comfortable with the idea of his 
grandson in them.

If he had come upon Sleepy Hollow first, he'd have heard 
about The Western Woods, would have been told the 
stories about them. Like the Hessian during the 
Revolutionary War. Or of The Witch that supposedly lived 
in the woods. Not that anyone went into The Western 
Woods themselves.

The young man would have been warned to stay clear of 
the woods. Not that he would have listened.

But what he sensed now would give him more pause if he 
had heard about The Western Woods.

The first thing he noticed was there were no signs of 
life, nor any sounds of living creatures among the 
woods. It was as if they were dead.

It was a good thing he had never come across the Tree of 
The Dead...

Once he realized there didn't seem to be anything living 
in the woods, he also FELT something was very wrong in 
them. But he was an intelligent young man. He didn't let 
his feeling guide him.

So he decided to continue on and spend the night in the 
woods.

As night fell and he set up camp, he went about 
gathering branches for his nightly fire, not that he'd 
need it to ward off the wildlife. That was when he saw 
the light, and made his way towards it.

He soon came upon a cave. It was a narrow opening among 
a rocky structure. The he light was coming from within. 
He dared to enter it, despite his feelings against it.

He came upon a door, which was open. Inside was a large 
room, with tree roots hanging from the ceiling, and 
candles lit all about.

On the other side of the room was a good-sized fire 
going, and in front of it sat a figure. It seemed to be 
veiled from head-to-toe, the veil dirtied by time.

"Pardon my intrusion," He said.

"I said the light coming from the cave, and was 
curious..."

The figure rose, and turned. It was of feminine shape. 
And the voice that soon came from it was very feminine, 
soft and silky in nature.

"It is no intrusion," She said, as she came towards him. 
"I have been expecting you."

"You - you have?" He said in surprise, taking a step 
back.

"You have come on a long journey," She said. "From a far 
off place, to visit someone very dear to you."

"Y - yes..." He admitted. He wanted to ask her how she 
knew, but lost his nerve.

"You received a letter from him," She continued. "He is 
a close relative. He wished to see you, spend time with 
you."

Swallowing hard, the young man just nodded.

"See? I know why you have come all this way. I told you 
I was expecting you," She said. Pulling the dirty veil 
from her body, she revealed herself to be a very 
attractive blonde woman, his age or possibly older. "You 
are not far from your destination."

Her old, raggedy dress could not conceal her curve, 
large-breasted body.

He had backed up to the door, and she reached passed him 
and slammed it shut, the bar of wood falling in place, 
locking it.

His fear wasn't enough to override his body's desire 
upon seeing her beauty and body once the veil was gone, 
and his manhood quickly hardened.

The Witch sensed this, and smiled. It was happening 
exactly as she hoped.

She wasted no further time. She quickly removed her 
dress, baring naked body underneath. Her large breasts - 
possibly by magic - were high and firm, with light brown 
areolae, large and oval in shape. Her womanhood was 
matted with an unkempt patch of light brown curls, with 
a line of hair running up to the body of her navel.

The young man swallowed hard again, his manhood 
throbbing uncontrollably. Of course he was a virgin, as 
was she. But she wished to fix that "unfortunate 
problem".

She started to remove his clothes, and he seemed to have 
no power in him to resist. Where he came from, they knew 
not of witches and witchcraft, or he would certainty 
have said he was bewitched.

Soon he was as naked as she, and she looked down at his 
manhood, pleased by its largeness and handsomeness.

The Witch pushed him to the ground and dropped between 
his legs. He watched in shock and awe as she lowered her 
mouth and took his manhood into it! Such a thing was 
unheard of! He thought to himself.

Removing her lips from his cock briefly she said with a 
mischievous smile "There are things in heaven and on 
earth man has not heard of but do exist."

He gaped.

"How did you...?"

"The local people say I am a witch," She said, running 
her tongue around the large, mushroom-shaped head of his 
manhood. "And they would not be shocked to see me doing 
such a thing."

Lowering her mouth back around his manhood, he marveled 
as she was able to take his full length into her mouth, 
feeling it go down her throat with ease!

She rapidly moved her mouth up and down around his 
manhood, lips tightly locked around it. He groaned 
unavoidably.

Having never experienced such an act in his life before, 
he was hardly able to last five minutes. His body 
spasmed, as his testicles tightened up and his manhood 
swelled up. He cried out as his seed exploded from him 
and into her waiting mouth!

The Witch swallowed the rich, thick cream down eagerly, 
feeling her powers growing, as her connection to the 
young man.

Rope after thick rope of his semen ejaculated out of him 
and down her throat as she swallowed rapidly. She felt 
the magically effect begin to flow through her. But she 
had to take things further before this could be 
complete.

He spurt out thirteen or fourteen times before he was 
drained. This time at least. She continued to suck him, 
assuring he would remain erect.

Finally she rose from his crotch and straddled his body. 
Reaching between them, the Witch grabbed his manhood and 
lowered herself on to it. It entered her nether regions. 
Without waiting further, she slammed her wet tight 
opening down around him, ravaging her virginity.

The pain only made the Witch more powerful, as she rode 
hard up and down upon him. He gasped and groaned as he 
watched her violate him, unable to stop her. But he 
could not felt the pleasurable feelings she was giving 
him.

Her large breasts shook as her body quivered, her eyes 
rolling back as the new sensations swept over her. It 
wasn't long before the Witch experienced her first 
orgasm, crying out loudly as her body thrashed 
violently. Each orgasm increased her magical powers and 
abilities, and she experienced many as she rode his 
manhood hard, each one more intense than the last.

He was breathing heavy as she violated him, his body 
covered in sweat. But she was breathing normal, her body 
cool to the touch. She never flagged in her ability to 
coax his manhood closer and closer to the outcome she 
awaited.

He lasted forty-five minutes. Then he cried out as his 
seed jetted up inside the Witch hard, triggering another 
orgasm within her.

He spurt and spurt, another thirteen times or so.

His manhood finally softened, slipping from her dark 
crevice. And he lost consciousness.

Lowering her body against his, the Witch kissed him.

"Thank you," She said, her breasts pressed hard against 
his chest. "You don't know how powerful you have now 
made me. When you wake, you'll dress then leave this 
cave. And once outside, you will slowly forget what 
happened and that you were ever here. And then you 
will..."

The Witch said more, before she climbed off of him. 
Getting warm water from a cauldron, she poured it over 
his manhood, washing away all evidence of their sexual 
ritual. Then she left him.

When he awoke, he dressed and left the cave, returning 
to his camp site where he went back to sleep.

*

In the morning, he realized he knew exactly where he was 
going, and before the end of the day he was at his 
grandfather's home.

He never told a soul about what had happened. He 
couldn't have, he didn't remember it happening.

Time passed. He married. They had a child.

They decided to settle in a small village called Sleepy 
Hollow not far from where his grandfather had lived.

If he had been to Sleepy Hollow at the time he met the 
Witch, he would have seen a woman there that was her 
twin.

That woman later became of servant of the wife of the 
man. Her Family name was Archer.

His was Van Tassel.

Baltus Van Tassel.

And Baltus spent the rest of his days in Sleepy Hollow, 
never remembering the events of that one night.

THE END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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