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The forest was cold. Very cold.
It should not have been cold at all. But then, it should not have been forest either. It should have been a nice warm apartment. She was supposed to be warm and cozy in her bed, safe from the storm that raged outside. She had been. She had been perfectly safe and perfectly cozy until a flash of lightning that had changed everything. One instant she had been in bed, the next she was lying on a bed of leaves. The cold had struck fast, icy fingers creeping beneath the fabric of her night gown, clawing their way up from her bare feet to her thighs.
She wanted to believe that it was just a dream but it was too cold to think that. She was in a forest alright and how she had got here was a complete mystery. She didn't know where she was going but in the dark she would have been lost at the best of times. She remembered the last time she had been in these woods. It had been cold then, when she had full tramping clothes. Dressed in nothing but a night-dress, Heather Donahue knew she would be dead of hypothermia before sunrise.
She kept walking, if only to warm her body a little. Her arms wrapped around her chest did little to help at all, nor did the constant shivering that her body had begun. She was going to die out here without the faintest hint of why. When she finally found the first hint of why, it did nothing to raise her confidence. A stick scratched her hair, tangling in the blond locks. When she reached to remove it she discovered it was more than a simple twig. It was a figure, four sticks bound together into human shape.
The symbol of the Blair Witch.
Someone was playing games with her. Very serious games. There had always been a thin line between what was real and false about The Blair Witch Project. She had used her real name and even gone into hiding when the film came out. Her friends received calls about her absence. Some still did. The marketing of the movie had made it a huge success but had confused a great number of people. The Burketsville police still got calls. she hoped that roles in further films would get her better noticed, losing the tie of Blair Witch. If nothing else, further films would prove that she was still alive. That was, if she could survive the night.
Her mind started to rationalize as she walked. Someone had knocked her out, kidnapped her and dumped her in the forest. Obviously the tree symbols were to try and scare her. It suddenly occurred to her that she was probably being filmed from the bushes.
"Alright you sick freaks! Come out with the damn cameras now!"
There was no reply. Not even a rustling or a cackle. Heather shivered for a second, from fear not the cold. What if they had simply left her here, dumped her so that she could die in the forest, fulfilling the movie after all. She shook her head. There was no point in considering motives. She had to find help and quickly. Shelter alone wouldn't do, not unless she could find matches too. Then she saw a sight that made her heart skip a beat.
A light. A house light.
Despite her cold bare feet Heather started to run, heading for what could be her only hope. She pounded on the door with all the strength her shivering hands could muster. For a few frightening seconds she was afraid that no one would answer. Then the door opened. Heather found herself face to face with a young woman in a simple black dress. She wore long black hair in braids and a look of surprise as she stared at the shivering woman.
"H.. help.." Heather shivered.
For a second the woman was frozen but then she ushered Heather into the shack. It was a small, two room building, but with a fire place burning, Heather felt warmer the moment she stepped inside.
"What were you doing out there?" the woman in black asked, taking a blanket from a cupboard and wrapping it about Heather's shoulders.
"I.. d don't know." Heather shivered. "I w w as asleep then I was in the woods."
"And you don't know why?"
"No."
"I'm Emily. Emily Hollands."
"H.. Heather.. Donahue."
"Alright Heather. You just warm up. Okay?"
Heather nodded. "So what are you doing living out here?" Heather asked after a few seconds.
"I'm an artist. I like the retreat here. Plenty of nature. No people to disturb me."
"Apart from the occasional lost girl."
"I can make exceptions. Here."
Emily handed Heather a bowl of soup. The actress sniffed the warm liquid, which gave off a pleasant but unpalatable smell. "What's in it?"
"Eleven secret herbs and spices." Emily smiled and handed her a spoon. "But I think you'll need to get as warm as possible."
Heather nodded, huddled further in the blanket and began to consume the soup. It had a spicy taste to it and it certainly served to warm her up.
"This is going to sound weird," Heather asked, "But where exactly am I?"
"Maryland."
"What?" Heather almost dropped her bowl in surprise.
"Maryland. Fairly isolated. I think the nearest town would probably be.. Burketsville."
"You've got to be kidding me." Heather was totally skeptical.
"Why?"
"Well for one thing, the last thing I remember was going to sleep in LA. And this.. this is crazy. Is this some joke?"
"No. I can't explain why you're here. But I assure you, this is Maryland."
"It can't be. This has to be a set up."
"Why? You've been here before?"
"You don't... I guess you don't get to the movies much."
"No TV, no video. No power actually. You're an actress or something?"
"Yeah. Last time I was up here I was shooting a film. The Blair Witch Project."
"The Blair Witch?"
"You've heard of it?"
"Sort of. I've heard it mentioned."
"Well that was me. As best I can figure, someone wanted a sequel so they kidnapped me and dumped me out here."
"But you're warming up now right?"
"Yeah."
Heather put down the empty soup bowl. She certainly was warming up. She pulled the blanket away from her shoulders discovering that it was almost too hot for her. She was feeling warm now. Warm and drowsy. Heather yawned slightly, watching the fire as it crackled. Suddenly she was tired. Too suddenly. She looked down at the bowl before her then up at the woman. Emily's face blurred in and out of view as she stood over Heather.
"You..." Heather heard the sound of her own voice slurring as she spoke. "What did you do?" She tried to get to her feet but instead rolled over onto her back, staring up at the roof of the cabin. It began to spin more and more until at last it was nothing but a cloudy mass.
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Heather's head was still spinning as she came back to consciousness. She was still in the small shack, but things had changed considerably. She was standing in the center of the room, dangling from shackles on her wrists. Her arms ached slightly but they weren't painful bonds. Likewise there were manacles on her ankles, preventing her from moving anywhere. She was still in her night-dress though it now didn't seem as flimsy as it once was. Certainly the cold was no longer a problem. The room was practically a sauna, the hot humid air pulling in around her. Heather could feel the sweat running under her dress and sliding down her thighs.
The woman, stood across the room, in front of the source of the heat, a large boiling pot. Steam rose from it filling the room with it's odor, which was definitely odd but not altogether unpleasant.
"What is going on here?" Heather demanded, her words still slightly slurred.
Emily didn't reply with anything more than a mutter as she added something to the cauldron. A witches cauldron. Heather shivered as she made the connection. The woman thought she was a witch. And chances were that Heather was going to end up in that pot too, or at least parts of her. She pulled at the chains but they held fast. Emily turned to Heather, her face serene, almost entranced. Heather watched as she lifted a small bowl and walked over to her captive.
"What are you doing?" Heather demanded again but still there was no reply.
The woman dipped her finger into the bowl and drew some dark green paste. She reached for Heather, who tried her best to move away but failed. The finger traced a line over each cheek and over her nose. Then she returned to the pot once more.
Unable to wipe the paste off Heather twitched her nose and cheeks. The paste felt odd, almost tingling on her skin. In addition there was the smell, unavoidably close to her nose. It was a spicy scent, nothing potent but very distinct. The same as the soup. Heather knew she was being drugged yet again, but there was nothing she could do to avoid the smell rising to her nostrils.
"You! You brought me here!" Heather spat the accusation.
Emily turned to Heather. "I did not bring you here. But your arrival is a sign to me. You are the one I have waited for."
"Waited for. Oh shit, you're some psycho witch or something. Please don't kill me. Just let me go."
"I will do neither Heather. Soon you will understand."
Emily returned to the pot, adding another lot of herbs. Once that was done she lifted a box from the cupboard, placing it on the ground. Heather looked down as she opened it. From inside it, Emily drew two black shapes. Leeches. Or something close to them. They were tow inches in length and fat, slimy creatures. Heather shivered in fear as se watched Emily lift them out into a bowl.
She rose to her feet in front of her captive, drawing a knife from her belt. Heather stood still in fear as the blade reached out for her. Emily sliced the two shoulder straps of Heather's night dress. It fell down, gathering about her hips and leaving her bosom exposed. Calmly, Emily reached down for the two creatures. The actress tried to pull away but there was nothing she could do as Emily placed the slugs on her chest. Heather screamed and thrashed about as the creatures slid over her sweaty skin, sliding through her cleavage then crawling across her breasts. One took a path to the left, one to the right and once they reached her nipples they began to circle her areola. She felt their slow slick movement and the trails they left behind them. To her horror she felt her nipples becoming erect, either from the movement or the chemicals in the trails. Either way, within twenty seconds or so, her nipples were completely stiff and the slugs stopped.
Heather screamed again as she felt two, soft toothless mouths suck onto her nipples. In unison they sucked, forming a rhythm and ensuring that the nipples stayed perfectly erect. The helpless woman could only groan as they creatures performed their task,. Across the room the witch kept chanting and adding to her cauldron and Heather tried to focus on her to ignore the leeches. The sensation wasn't pain, more like a dull sensation, a draining. When she finally had the courage to look down again she was even more terrified.
The slick black creatures were almost twice the size they had been, still clinging and sucking greedily. There could be only one source of their nutrition and it was Heather. She watched, transfixed as the creature milked some unknown energy from her. Before long they were half the size of the ample breasts they fed from and Heather could feel their weight on her. The witch seemed to notice their size and returned to Heather, plucking each one off with little difficulty. Heather could still feel the coat of slime they had left on her and her nipples remained erect. Emily took the two swollen creatures and threw them both headlong into the pot. She stirred and kept chanting
Heather watched as Emily drew a bowl from the cauldron, and proceeded to drink it. The sight almost made Heather's stomach turn, especially when she knew what the concoction contained. Filling another bowl, Emily crossed to Heather.
The manacled woman would have none of it.
She fought and pulled away as soon as Emily came close to her, not wanting the liquid anywhere near her lips. But the witch was ready for her protests. She grabbed Heather's nose and forced her head back, dripping some of the bowl onto her lips. Heather could feel the hot brew on her skin and the smell rose to meet her. It was an inviting scent, not at all foul, almost sweet and pleasant. Emily trickled more of the liquid down and some of it slipped inside her mouth. The taste matched the smell, sweet and nothing revolting. But she knew what had gone into the mix and she had no idea what it might do to her.
She refused to open her mouth. Emily squeezed her nose painfully and despite herself, Heather let out a cry of pain. The brew poured into her mouth, followed quickly by a hand covering her lips. Heather's mouth was filled with the warm liquid and try as she might, she had to swallow it to allow herself breath. Only when she had swallowed the mouthful did Emily remove her hand. Heather coughed, almost gagging but the liquid stayed down. Heather waited for whatever effects to hit her.
They soon did.
Her pulse started to race and her breathing increased, blood rushing to her skin, sweat streaming from her more than before. Emily nodded and dropped to her knees before the helpless woman. Heather felt hands tugging at the fabric of her night-dress, sliding it away. Warm fingers stroked the flesh of her thighs, tracing lines over the dampness. She could feel hot breath breathing against her, sending tingles of excitement through her. The concoction was making her more dazed every second, the room spinning around her. Heather shivered and gasped as she felt a tongue lap against her thigh. It swirled and slowly pressed inwards, lips kissing her crotch. She couldn't help be gasp aloud as she felt the tip of the tongue brush her clitoris for the first time. It was more pleasurable than she had ever imagined, filling her body with electrical energy. It lapped again, more forceful this time and once more she shuddered. She felt hands sliding around her, holding her hips tight as Emily buried her face deeper inside her. The combination of the drug in her system and the inescapable oral sex was sending Heather into a world of delirious pleasure. She gasped and moaned at every twitch of the tongue between her legs, feeling her mind reeling further and further into chaos. And as she quivered the tongue became faster and faster, lapping against her clitoris with fiery zeal, blowing Heather's mind, making her moan louder and louder.
Heather could feel the inevitable release coming nearer and nearer, enhanced by the magical brew that flowed through her system. It was irresistible, undeniable and coming closer and closer and... Heather screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, stronger than she had ever experienced, ever dreamed. Every nerve in her body fired, every muscle twitched with the feeling. Wave after wave poured through her burning body, shattering her mind, reducing her to a primal creature that gasped and moaned at the sensations it felt. On and on it flowed, pulsing at her until she didn't know how much more she could take. It was relentless, ever intensifying as it blew through her body. Heather began to scream again, the force too much for her to bear.
Then suddenly it stopped.
Heather slumped over, held up by her manacles. She gasped for air, sweat streaming from her naked body. And suddenly she knew. She understood everything that had happened to her since she had entered the hut. The witch. The Blair Witch was real. And she understood how such a witch could exist for hundreds of years. By passing their magic to the next.
Heather fell to the floor as the manacles dissolved away above her. The Blair Witch wasn't supposed to be real, but somehow she was. Emily was gone and Heather doubted she would ever see her again. And though she still had no idea how she had got here, or how to get home, she knew so much more now than she had ever imagined possible. She still felt the energy flowing through her and understood that it was more than a simple sexual release. It had been an influx of knowledge and power.
The Blair Witch existed.
And her name was Heather Donahue.
THE END??
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