The Witches


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Luke Eveshim walked down the hall of the hotel. His heart was pounding with
nerves. He could not believe what he had just found out.

Luke was a nineteen-year-old boy, who was nearing his twentieth birthday. He
was a good-looking lad with fair skin, a slim build and a messy mop of
blondish hair that was quite long and was wearing a yellow hoodie with a pair
of baggy jeans that had several holes in the knees and a pair of white
sneakers and gym socks that had seen better days.

Luke was staying at a hotel because he had been forced to come on holiday with
his grandmother as he hadn't been able to find anything else to do in the
school holidays. Being a typical nineteen-year-old boy, Luke had quickly
become very bored with his surroundings because there was nobody around who
was his own age. While the hotel was very pretty, there was really nothing to
do apart from go for walks on the beach that sat directly below the hotel at
the bottom of a short hill, which Luke had quickly become very bored with.

Or at least, he had been bored until now...

Luke's grandmother had always told him stories as he was growing up. She had
always told him the same sort of stories - they were stories about witches
that existed in real life. According to her, witches hated children, but they
especially hated teenagers. She had also told him that witches looked just
like real women, but there were slight differences, such as them having square
feet and wearing wigs and gloves to hide their bald heads and clawed hands.
She also claimed that there was a Grand High Witch who was the leader of all
the witches and was the most evil, powerful and beautiful of them all. His
grandmother also claimed that the Grand High Witch and all the other witches
met at a secret location to hold a meeting every year where they discussed
their plots to capture people.

Luke had always dismissed all of the stories as rubbish because he didn't
believe in witches. However, that day, he had been mucking about in the hall
of the hotel because he was bored and sneaked into an open, empty ballroom on
one of the upper floors of the hotel to look for some mischief. At this time,
the floor had been deserted and Luke had a marker in the pocket of his jeans.
An impulse had led to him hiding behind a screen in the corner of the room.
Luke was a skilled artist, so he had decided to deface the corner of the wall
that was located next to him with some graffiti to ease his boredom. He had
already defaced several other areas in the hotel, so he reasoned that one more
wouldn't hurt.

Just as he had been about to start, the double doors of the ballroom had swung
open and a large group of women had walked in. Luke, not wanting to be caught,
had hastily ducked back behind the screen to hide. He had seen some of the
women before at various spots in the hotel. Apparently, they were part of some
committee holding a meeting in the hotel, which was why they were there.

Before Luke could leave, a woman who had come in behind all the others had
locked the doors of the ballroom behind her, so he had been trapped behind the
screen. Since he couldn't leave without causing a disruption, he had decided
to wait until they left before leaving himself.

He had noted his surroundings as he had sat behind the screen. The ballroom
was a large squarish room with plain white plaster walls and a red carpet that
covered the entire floor. The screen that he had chosen to hide behind was a
standard folding screen made up of several wooden panels that sat directly
next to a large stage that had steps leading up both sides. It was quite long,
so there was plenty of room for Luke to hide. The wooden double doors of the
ballroom sat in the middle of the opposite end of the ballroom. There were an
assortment of chairs and round tables covered with white tablecloths scattered
around the room and windows on the left side of the room, which looked out
onto the beach were covered by red velvet curtains. The room was large and
clean, but really rather plain as there were no decorations apart from the
stage, the screen, the tables and chairs.

All the women who had come in had then seated themselves in various groups at
the tables to face the stage.

That was when a beautiful woman had separated herself from all the others and
walked up the steps to take centre stage. She had shoulder-length black hair
with a fringe, commanding eyes and lips that had been coated with red
lipstick. A black dress covered her slender frame and she wore a pair of black
leather gloves, black high heels and stockings. Luke had also seen this woman
around the hotel a few times and been quite taken with her beauty.

Or at least he had been taken with it. Because, to his horror, all the women
seated at the tables had pulled off their shoes, their gloves and wigs to
reveal a roomful of monstrous women that did not quite look human. The only
one who had remained as she was was the woman on the stage. Because of this,
Luke assumed that her appearance was real and not a façade. He had been
trapped behind the screen for the entire meeting and overheard their evil
plans.

The Grand High Witch (for that was who she was) had revealed that she enjoyed
tying up and gagging her victims while she thought of horrible things to do to
them. Luke had been chilled by how casual she was about the whole thing. It
had not been what she had said, it was the way that she had said it. It was
obvious that she had a fondness for tying people up and gagging them from the
way that she had talked about it. That meeting had taught Luke that his
grandmother was right and that witches were evil. He had never believed that
witches existed, but now he knew with absolute certainty that they did.

After the meeting had ended, Luke had waited until everyone left and then run
out of the room. His intention had been to take the lift down, find his
grandmother and tell her the whole story. Unfortunately for Luke, almost all
of the other guests had gone out on a tour of the area and unknown to him, his
grandmother had agreed to join them at the last minute. For that reason, the
hotel was now almost deserted, which left Luke stumped as what to do, so after
he had looked for his grandmother with no success, he had returned to the
ballroom as he had accidentally left his marker pen behind and decided to
retrieve it.

He would not normally have decided to do this, but his marker pen was an
expensive one that Luke had bought especially for art and the cap had a small
silver sticker with his name on it. It would not fare well for him if someone
else found it and discovered who had been doing all of the graffiti.

It was now almost dinner time and he was now wandering the empty hall with no
sense of purpose. When he had retrieved his pen, he had slipped it into his
jeans pocket. After he left the ballroom for the second time, Luke had run
into trouble. He had never been good with directions and after a few minutes,
he realised that he had somehow managed to get himself lost in the endless
hallways of the hotel. The hotel was a large building and, unfortunately, all
the halls looked the same and were extremely long. He had no idea how long his
grandmother would be gone for, so the only thing that he could do now was to
try and find the lift again and take it back down to the hotel lobby to wait
for her.

Suddenly a warm voice spoke, "Young man, you look as if you are lost. May I
help you?" Luke spun around feeling relieved, but this quickly stopped as he
found himself face-to-face with the Grand High Witch. He felt himself tremble
as she came up to him, so close, that they were almost touching. "I...erm...I
was looking for my grandmother."

"I see. So, why are you looking for her?" During this brief exchange, Luke had
been looking everywhere, but at her, so he was completely unprepared when The
Grand High Witch suddenly grabbed his chin, which forced him to make eye
contact with her. "Don't you know that it's rude not to look at people when
they're speaking to you, young man?"

Luke was completely unprepared for this and couldn't stop himself from looking
directly into her eyes. He found himself strangely compelled by them. They
were large and dark and oddly hypnotic. Furthermore, they were no ordinary
colour - they were violet and Luke had never seen a woman with eyes that
colour before.

A warning from his grandmother suddenly sprang to mind. "You should never look
a witch in the eyes because they can hypnotize you and read your thoughts...."
Suddenly The grand High Witch's expression changed. "You know who I am!"
"Erm...yes...erm, you're in that committee. I've seen you around the hotel."

"I wasn't born yesterday, young man. I suspected that something was wrong at
my meeting and now I know why. You were there all along, listening to our
meeting. I also know that it was you who wrote all that disgusting graffiti
around the hotel. And now you've come here...where we can be all alone."

Knowing that the game was up, Luke turned around and tried to run, but a
powerful hand grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back, while a
gloved hand was swiftly placed over his mouth. Luke tried struggling, but the
woman's strength shocked him and he couldn't break free of her grip no matter
how hard he tried.

The Grand High Witch said, "I'd normally take you to my room, but someone
might see us. Fortunately, only my committee has access to the ballroom as we
reserved it for our whole stay, so we'll go there."

Luke was forcibly marched back down several halls to the ballroom where the
Grand High Witch opened the double doors and dragged him back inside. After
closing the doors behind her, she took a mobile phone out of her dress and
dialled a number.

"Miss Irvine? Ah, you are in our room. Good. I have captured a snooping young
man and I need you to bring the rope from our hotel room down here, so that I
can deal with him."

She hung up and Luke tried struggling again, but this resulted in a hard yank
on his hair. A few minutes later, a pretty blonde-haired woman in a white suit
who Luke had seen earlier at the meeting entered the ballroom carrying a black
bag. Without a word, she passed it to the Grand High Witch and left the room.

While the ballroom was empty now, it was still occupied by several tables and
the chairs, which had rounded backs and red velvet cushions. The Grand High
Witch dragged Luke to one of the chairs that was positioned close to the stage
and sat him down in it. Before Luke could comprehend what was happening, she
had opened the bag to reveal numerous loops of rope, pulled his hands behind
his back into a crossed position and looped a piece of rope around them. She
wound the rope in horizontal and vertical loops before cinching it and
knotting it off out of his reach.

"You can't fucking do this," Luke protested. A sharp slap across his face
stunned him. The Grand High Witch ignored his struggling and pulled his arms
over the back of the seat and tied his elbows together with a series of
horizontal loops and secured the loops with cinches, so that they touched
before returning to his front and tying his ankles, knees and thighs together.
The rope around his ankles was tied off leaving two long ends and the Grand
High Witch tied one end to the left front chair leg and the other to the right
chair leg, so that Luke couldn't kick out. After this, a rope was looped
around his waist and around the back of the chairs to bind his wrists to the
chair back. Luke continued to shout and swear until she stood up to face him.

"It always gives me great pleasure to gag rude young men like you." The Grand
High Witch knelt down and untied both of Luke's sneakers to remove his white
holey gym socks.

When she held them up, Luke tried to turn away, but she grabbed his head and
pinched his nose shut, which forced him to open his mouth. As soon as he did,
both socks were stuffed in at once. The sweaty socks tasted disgusting and
Luke tried to spit them out. His grandmother had always lectured him about
changing his socks every day, but Luke never listened and always wore his
socks for several days at a time. If he had known he was going to be gagged
with his socks like this, then he might have listened to his grandmother after
all.

The Grand High Witch covered Luke's mouth with one hand to prevent him from
spitting the socks out and reached down with the other to take off her high
heels and pull off the black stockings that she wore under her dress. These
stockings were pulled flat to create a thick strip, which was then pulled in
between Luke's lips and the two ends of the stockings were then tied behind
his head to hold the socks in.

When she was done, the Grand High Witch was breathing hard. "You are quite a
spirited boy. I think that I am going to enjoy myself with you. Now, I have
the key to this room, so I am going to lock this door and go to dinner. When
everyone is finished, then I shall return."

Luke struggled and kicked, but he had been tied up extremely well and couldn't
get loose.

Luke struggled for quite a while, but soon wore himself out. The Grand High
Witch had proven herself to be very proficient at tying and he couldn't get
loose.

While Luke played basketball quite frequently with his friends and did sports
at school, the only reason that he did well at them was because he was tall
and slim. He actually had very little athletic ability and couldn't wriggle
out of the tight elbow or wrist ropes. When the Grand High Witch had tied his
feet to the chair legs, she had discovered that the chair legs were the sort
that curved slightly and tapered off into a round tip. For that reason, she
had tied the ropes around the top of the curves on the chair legs to secure
them, which meant that Luke's feet were about an inch off the floor. This
stopped him from being able to move the chair with his feet.

When he tried wriggling his body to nudge the chair forward, he found out that
the chair was made of heavy wood, which he couldn't move. After trying and
failing several times to move the chair, he finally gave up because his body
was starting to ache and the fact that the Grand High Witch had tied him up in
an uncomfortable position wasn't helping.

The problem was that he had no idea where his grandmother was and if she came
back late, she might not start worrying about him until much later on or even
the next morning. Luke also knew that nobody was coming to rescue him. When he
had been lost in the halls, he had actually opened several doors to try and
find his way, only to discover a series of ballrooms that were identical to
the one that he was in. Each ballroom had been empty and it was evident that
the ballrooms were the only thing on this particular floor, so it was unlikely
that any other guests would come up. Housekeeping also did their cleaning in
the mornings, so nobody would be coming up to the ballroom tonight. Luke,
himself, had chosen this floor to do his mischief, because it was deserted,
which was what had led to his downfall. Even if someone did come up the next
day, there was no guarantee that they would find him. The only thing he could
do now was to wait for the Grand High Witch to return.

What worried him was that he had absolutely no idea what the Grand High Witch
did to her victims after tying them up and gagging them. While she had covered
that topic in detail at the meeting, she had never mentioned what happened
afterwards. Luke's grandmother had also told him more than a few times that
witches enjoyed tying up and gagging people, but when he had asked what they
did to them afterwards, his grandmother had said that it was too dreadful to
mention.

After almost three hours of being tied up and gagged, Luke's body was starting
to cramp up, so he was almost relieved to hear the ballroom door opening and
the Grand High Witch entered the room.

"Hello, young man. I see that you're a bit tied up at the moment." Luke
groaned, but this time, it was at her bad joke.

When she approached him, Luke shivered in fear as he saw she was carrying a
large black bag that was larger than the one she had bought into the room
before. It was a duffel bag with a zip that was partially open and Luke could
see that it was stuffed with numerous loops of rope.

The Grand High Witch set the bag down on the floor, opened the zip all the way
and took out a bottle of ice water. To Luke's surprise, she stood up and said,
"I'm going to give you some water as you have a long night ahead of you. But,
you play up with me, young man, and you really will be in trouble. Do you
understand?" Luke was in no position to argue, so he nodded and to his relief,
the Grand High Witch untied the stockings from around his head and pulled the
socks out of his mouth with her gloved hand.

She unscrewed the bottle and poured some water into Luke's mouth. Luke took
several large sips before she pulled the bottle away. "That's enough for now.
Now, young man, I haven't yet decided quite what to do with you yet, so I am
going to tie you up again. But not here. It's too risky. I have found
somewhere far nicer in this hotel to take you to."

She leaned over and with annoying ease untied all the ropes that held Luke
apart from the ones binding his wrists. At this point, she said, "Young man, I
am going to untie your hands now, but I will retie them in a moment. Give me
any trouble and you will really be sorry. Understand?" Luke nodded and she
untied his wrists, but Luke noticed that she kept a careful hold of one of his
wrists after he was untied. Obviously, she didn't trust him.

Still keeping hold of him, the Grand High Witch reached into the bag and took
out a loop of soft, white rope. She then took Luke's wrists and said, "Place
your wrists behind your back, so that they are parallel. I want you to fold
them, so that your right hand is touching your left elbow and vice versa.

Luke folded his arms behind his back and the Grand High Witch folded the rope
in half and slipped the middle of it around his wrists and then slipped the
two ends of the rope in between the looped end to make a slip knot. Luke was
shocked when she suddenly jerked it upwards, so that his wrists were pulled up
into the middle of his back.

"Argh!" "Be quiet!"

The Grand High Witch then wound the rope in the same sort of horizontal and
vertical loops and cinches that she had used before, so Luke's wrists were now
tied up into the middle of his back in a crossed position. He was now even
more uncomfortable than he had been before and almost wished that she had left
him in the chair. The Grand High Witch then took the two ends of the rope and
wound them separately around Luke's upper arms and shoulders in several loops
that spiralled upwards. The ends of this rope were then bought up at Luke's
shoulders at the front and then went around his shoulders and to his neck at
the back. The Grand High Witch then tied the two ends of the rope together at
the back of Luke's neck and the two trailing ends went from there and were
tied off again at his wrists. She then took the remaining ends of the rope
which were a few feet long and created a series of horizontal lines with the
rope that went from his wrists and through the loops that went around his
upper arm and tied each line of rope off as she did so.

Luke now had both his wrists completely parallel to each other and with them
tied to the loops around his upper arms and the back of his neck completely
prevented him from moving them at all.

The Grand High Witch said, "Now, young man. If I want to lead you, then all I
need to do is pull this. She yanked hard at the rope at Luke's back and Luke
almost fell forward. "Now, you'll be a good boy, won't you?"

Not knowing what else to do, Luke nodded again.

To his horror, the Grand High Witch reached into the bag and pulled out a
black leather panel gag and a bandana. "I don't want you to know where we are
going, so I am going to gag and blindfold you.

Luke's shouted protest was silenced by the Grand High Witch stuffing the panel
gag into his mouth and buckling it behind his head. The bandana was then
folded into a strip and there was nothing that Luke could do to stop the Grand
High Witch tying it over his eyes.

He felt her taking his arm and leading him out of the ballroom...

During their walk in the halls, Luke discovered that while he was bad at
following directions, the Grand High Witch was worse at giving them. Every now
and then, she would say, "Left!", "Straight!" or "Right!" Unfortunately, she
never said how far she wanted him to go or how many steps to take, so Luke
bumped into walls and into her numerous times. The Grand High Witch soon got
impatient with him because of this and grabbed his wrist rope and guided him
through the rest of the route. Luke tried to remember the directions of where
they were going, but there were so many turns that he quickly gave up. The
only thing he knew for sure was that they were still on the same floor because
they hadn't used the lift or any stairs.

Finally, they came to a stop and Luke felt quite confused because wherever
they were seemed to have a rougher floor then the carpet that covered the
hotel floors and he could feel floorboards under his feet. The Grand High
Witch started fumbling with the bandana around his eyes and finally untied it.
Luke looked around in bewilderment. They were standing in what seemed to be a
kitchen-style sort of room with tiles on the walls, polished floorboards on
the floor and a fridge sat in the corner. While the room was perfectly clean,
the walls and surfaces were covered in plastic and the fridge looked quite
old. The Grand High Witch said, "This part is under renovation. They're
building another ballroom here, so they're going to take all of this out soon.
Some people were talking about it at dinner, so I thought that it would be a
good idea to bring you here." Luke noticed that she was carrying his sneakers
and socks in one hand, so she must have brought them with her after they had
left the ballroom.

The Grand High Witch looked at Luke. "Now, young man, I want you to lie down
on the floor facedown. Do what I say and I'll remove your gag." Like was
relieved to hear this as the panel gag was so tight that it made his mouth
ache. He laid down on the floor and the Grand High Witch unbuckled his gag.
Then she said, "As part of your punishment for listening to my meeting, you
are going to receive a spanking." "What?" "A spanking, young man. Surely you
are familiar with those?" Luke felt his face go red. "I'm too old for
spanking." "Would you prefer a riding crop? I've got one in the bag." Neither
choice sounded good to Luke, but it was obvious that he wasn't getting a
choice to opt out, so he said, "I'll take the spanking."

In response, the Grand High Witch pushed his face down into the floor, so that
he was directly facing the floorboards and knelt down on the floor. She
dragged Luke over to her and with some effort managed to position his body
with him facing down with his torso leaning on her kneeling legs. This caused
his bottom to rise slightly and the Grand High Witch delivered a hard smack to
his right buttock. Her strength resulted in a hard, stinging sensation in his
buttock and Luke tried to pull away, only to have her pull his hair. "Stop
struggling!" Luke tried his best to lie still, but found it hard not to cry
out as she delivered several strong smacks to his left and right buttocks. A
few times, she missed by accident and hit the top of his thighs instead, which
stung even worse. Luke was incredibly humiliated as he couldn't believe that
his mischief had led to this.

When the Grand High Witch was finally satisfied, Luke's whole bottom was
stinging and felt hot. He could tell that he was going to be bruised the next
day. The Grand High Witch rolled Luke off her thighs and back onto the floor,
so that Luke was now looking up at her.

Suddenly her face changed and her eyes widened. Unfortunately, Luke knew what
she was looking at. Being almost seventeen years old, Luke shared one weakness
with many other boys his age. Beautiful women turned him on and while the
Grand High Witch was a horrible person, she was still a beautiful woman. Her
black dress was also low-cut and when she had knelt down on the floor, the
neckline had dipped another couple of inches. Because of this, Luke had just
gotten a very good look at her breasts in their black lace bra. His arousal
was reflected in the front of his jeans and that was what had caught the Grand
High Witch's attention.

"You really are a spirited young man. Well, what I have in mind for you will
soon change your mind." She raised one hand and pointed across the room. Luke
felt his spirits sinking as he saw what she was pointing at. There was a large
rectangular metal box set into the wall of the room that was several feet long
and about three or four feet tall. It was a dumbwaiter and it was clearly more
than big enough for Luke.

"Please don't put me in there," Luke begged. He had a good reason for begging.
He was claustrophobic and couldn't stand closed areas. The Grand High Witch
ignored him and attempted to pull him to his feet. Luke had had enough at this
point and started struggling and kicking. After trying unsuccessfully to make
Luke stand, the Grand High Witch said, "Well, I'll have to do something about
this."

As well as Luke's shoes and socks, she had also bought her black bag with her.
The bag was lying on the floor next to Luke and the Grand High Witch reached
into it and took out a length of rope. She tied one end to Luke's feet and
then pulled it back to bring Luke's feet upwards and then threaded the rope
through the piece of rope that was tied to the back of his neck and then
bought it back to his feet, drawing it up as she did so. To Luke's horror, she
drew it tighter and tighter, so his legs arched upwards and were almost
touching his bottom and then tied it off. She had tied the rope so tightly
that Luke's body was now arch-shaped and a few inches of his upper chest and
the lower half of his legs were raised off the floor. The Grand High Witch
then gathered Luke's hair into a ponytail and tied the ends of the rope to it,
so that the rope pulled at his hair.

"You'll be able to put up with that for a couple of minutes and then your body
will cramp up," the Grand High Witch laughed. "I'll leave you like this for a
few hours before I come back. By the way, I told some of the other witches
tonight about my little prisoner and some of them wanted to come down and play
with you themselves."

Luke's blood went cold at hearing this. The only thing that could be worse
than being tied up by the Grand High Witch was having more witches come in and
do the same thing." The Grand High Witch went on. "However, I told them no as
I wanted you all to myself. But, I did let them make some suggestions." She
reached into her bag and took out two pairs of underpants and a roll of pink
bondage tape. "They suggested that I gag you with some of their worn panties
and I thought that this was an extremely good idea."

Luke tried to shout out, but she quickly stuffed both pairs of panties into
his mouth and Luke found that not only did they smell, they tasted disgusting.
When he tried to spit them out, the Grand High Witch pushed the wad further in
and quickly wound the bondage tape around his mouth in several layers to hold
the panties in.

When she was done, Luke laid on the floor completely humiliated and no longer
wanted to resist. Because of this, the Grand High Witch had no trouble
carrying him to the dumbwaiter. After opening it, she placed him inside and
said:

"Before I go, I'll need to take care of that arousal that you seem to be
having trouble dealing with." She held up the bottle of ice water that she had
given Luke before and emptied the rest of it onto the front of his jeans. Luke
screamed into his gag as the icy coldness splashed all over his jeans.

The Grand High Witch then closed the door of the dumbwaiter, but left it open
a few inches.

"Sweet dreams, young man."

She laughed and left. Luke struggled for a while, but found that the hogtie
stopped him from struggling and only made him cramp up more. After trying to
find a comfortable position, Luke eventually laid on his side because it was a
little more tolerable.

He hoped and hoped that his grandmother would be looking for him soon.

Luke did not know it, but the tour that his grandmother had gone on was
actually an overnight camping trip and at that moment, she was happily asleep
in her tent as their group would not be returning until the morning. She had
texted Luke on his mobile to tell him this, but he had left it behind in their
hotel room...

After a few minutes in the dumbwaiter, Luke's shoulders and arms had cramped
up horribly and only the gag stopped him from groaning in pain.

The problem was while the dumbwaiter was long, it was also narrow, so Luke
couldn't shift from side to side. The only two positions available to him were
lying on his right side or his stomach and neither one was particularly
comfortable.

It was a surprise to him when he heard footsteps in the room about an hour
later and saw the Grand High Witch's legs walking towards him through the gap
in the dumbwaiter lid. He hoped that the Grand High Witch had decided to show
him some mercy.

Unfortunately, this was not to be as when the dumbwaiter door slid all the way
open, the Grand High Witch was holding a roll of duct tape and one of his
sneakers. "I decided to leave you with another little present before I return
again for your final punishment." Luke had no idea what she meant, but his
question was soon answered as the Grand High Witch peeled the end of the duct
tape off and held his smelly sneaker over his face, so it was about an inch
away from his nose. Luke tried to pull back as the sneaker smelt even worse
than the socks, but the Grand High Witch wasn't having that and carefully
positioned the sneaker, so that the opening of the inner sole was over Luke's
nose before sticking the end of the duct tape over the outer heel of the
sneaker. To his horror, the Grand High Witch wrapped the tape around the
sneaker and the back of Luke's head in loose loops, so that the sneaker
remained positioned over his nose.

While Luke could still breathe because she had given him some space between
the sneaker and his face, every time be breathed in, he caught the disgusting
smell of the sneaker. It smelt like rotten eggs and cheese. The Grand High
Witch laughed and left the room once again, leaving Luke engulfed in waves of
nausea.

By the time she returned, it was late in the night and Luke was in agony. His
arms and legs were painfully cramped and he felt like throwing up. His
horrible-tasting gag and the smell of the sneaker hadn't helped at all.

To his surprise, as soon as the Grand High Witch had pulled him out of the
dumbwaiter, she untied all of the ropes binding him - even the ones around his
wrists and removed his gag and the sneaker. As soon as she did, Luke collapsed
to the floor in relief. While his arms and legs were aching, he was just
relieved to be untied.

His relief didn't last long as The Grand High Witch placed suddenly placed one
high heel on his chest, which caused him to fall flat onto the floor. "Not so
fast, young man. I want you to strip to your boxers." All sort of horrifying
thoughts went into Luke's head as he imagined what she might want. "Oh, relax.
I don't want anything like that," the Grand High Witch said in a bored tone.
"I just want you to do that, as you'll find it hard to run off with only a
pair of boxers on."

Luke nervously stripped his clothes off. To his embarrassment, he had chosen
to wear a pair of Superman boxers that his grandmother had bought for him for
his birthday. While he liked them, it was humiliating to stand in front of the
Grand High Witch in them. As soon as he had finished, the Grand High Witch
grabbed his wrists and placed a pair of silver handcuffs on them from the
black bag on the floor. Luke's wrists were now cuffed behind his back and the
grand High Witch placed another pair of cuffs on his ankles, but the
difference was that they had a longer chain, so that Luke could walk.

The Grand High Witch then produced something from her dress. It looked like
two small clamps that were connected by a chain. Without any warning, she
placed both clamps on Luke's nipples and Luke screamed as a small, stinging
pain went through his nipples. "Quiet!" Luke had to try not to groan as the
Grand High Witch said, "Everyone has gone to bed, so I can take you somewhere
else now." She produced the roll of duct tape again and told Luke to close his
lips. When he did, the Grand High Witch taped his mouth shut with several
pieces of duct tape, all layered on top of each other.

Once again, the bandana was produced and tied around his eyes. The Grand High
Witch picked up her bag once again, then took Luke's arm and forced him to
walk with her. Once again, they walked for a few minutes, that felt like an
eternity to Luke. But, then, he heard the lift button being pressed and he was
dragged into the lift. Luke had no idea what level they were going to, but he
knew the lift was moving downwards.

When the lift doors opened, the Grand High Witch took his arm and led him
across a carpeted floor. They stopped after a few steps and the Grand High
Witch turned him around and pushed him up something cool and smooth. Luke
realised it was some kind of post or pillar that was circular in shape.

The Grand High Witch unlocked his cuffs, pulled his wrists behind his back and
around the pole and tied them together palm-to-palm with a piece of rope
before she removed the shackles from his ankles and bound them together with
rope before looping it around the post and tying it off at the back. More rope
went around Luke's knees, thighs, waist, chest and shoulders before also being
secured to the post. Luke was still blindfolded, so he had no idea what she
was doing, but he was almost mummified with the rope. It was also very tight
and Luke knew that he wouldn't be able to untie himself.

The Grand High Witch removed his nipple clamps and said. "I'll leave you now.
But you will get a surprise in the morning." That was when Luke felt something
soft and velvety crossing the areas of his body that weren't tied. He had no
idea what it was, but it felt soft and blunt. It didn't hurt, but it felt odd.
He also felt something being taped to the ropes around his chest. He wasn't
quite sure what it was, but it felt like paper. He then heard a popping sound
that occurred several times. Again he had no idea what it was.

The Grand High Witch left and Luke heard her footsteps retreating. He tried
struggling against the ropes, but discovered that it was impossible to free
himself. He finally gave up and resigned himself to the fact that he was going
to spend all night blindfolded, gagged and tied to the post.

Luke spent several hours of the night trying to sleep, but his awkward
position resulted in him getting very little sleep.

Luke was in a semi-state of sleeping when he heard the footsteps. He jerked up
involuntarily, knowing that the Grand High Witch had returned.

To his surprise, her footprints sounded different. Before, her high heels had
made a sort of clicking noise, but now they sounded heavier, so it was
possible that she had changed her shoes.

Some light had made its way under the edge of his blindfold, so it was
obviously morning. Then he heard the footsteps coming over to him very
quickly.

What happened next was not what he expected.

The blindfold was yanked off and Luke found himself facing the shocked face of
Mr. Stringer, the hotel manager. Behind him was his grandmother and the
shocked faces of at least fifty of the other hotel guests.

That was when Luke looked down at himself and realised the full horror of his
situation. His boxers and the rest of him were soaked in sweat. He had been
tied to one of the posts in the dining room and a sign had been taped to the
ropes on his chest. The writing was rather sloppy, but the sign read, "My name
is Luke Evisham and I have spent all night being dominated by the GHW because
I was a naughty boy and snooped when I shouldn't have. P.S. I was responsible
for all the graffiti in the hotel. My pen is on the floor."

That was when Luke saw his pen lying on the floor next to him. The Grand High
Witch must have taken it out of his jeans pocket to write the sign. To add to
his humiliation, his whole body was covered in scribbles and scrawls from his
marker pen. Unfortunately for Luke, his pen had two special nibs - one on
either side and the nib marks perfectly matched the graffiti that had been
done in the hotel, so there was no way that he could deny doing the graffiti
now.

Luke's grandmother walked up to Luke and ripped the duct tape off his mouth in
one go. Luke was expecting sympathy, but he got none of that as his
grandmother said, "You stupid, naughty boy! You promised you wouldn't get up
to mischief!" With that, she placed the duct tape back over his mouth and
said, "Mr. Stringer, I am extremely sorry about this. As MY punishment, and
since everyone has already seen him, I suggest we leave him here for the rest
of breakfast time."

Unfortunately for Luke, Mr, Stringer was extremely angry about all the
graffiti that had appeared in the hotel as it was going to be costly to fix,
so he said, "That will be fine, Mrs. Evisham." "Thank you, Mr. Stringer. After
breakfast, I will pay you for the damages."

Breakfast was completely humiliating for Luke as many of the hotel guests
found the incident to be greatly amusing and laughed at him for most of
breakfast time. When he was finally ungagged and untied, things went from bad
to worse because his grandmother promptly took away his allowance to make up
for the damage he had caused and grounded him for the rest of the holiday plus
two weeks at home.

Furthermore, while Luke and his grandmother believed in witches, other people
didn't, so they dismissed Luke's story as rubbish. Apparently, the Grand High
Witch and the rest of the witches had checked out of the hotel earlier that
morning and were long gone.

Later on at home, Luke's grandmother told him that the Grand High Witch
specialised in bondage humiliation and that was what happened to her victims
after she had had her fun tying them up and that was why it was too dreadful
to mention.

One afternoon at home, Luke went out to the mailbox. His grounding hadn't
finished yet, so he had started going out to get the post as it relieved his
boredom. When he started going through the post, he saw a large yellow
envelope with his name on it, but no return address.

He opened it. Inside was a sheet of paper folded around several photographs.
He looked at them and his blood ran cold as he saw several photographs of
himself tied to the post. That must have been what the popping sound had been.
She'd photographed him.

He then saw that there was writing on the sheet of paper. He read it.

"Dear Luke,

What a spirited young man you are. I must say that I enjoyed tying you up. I
hadn't done it in some time, so it was rather fun. But keep this in mind,
young man. If you ever snoop again, just remember that I am watching you."

The GHW."

Luke looked up and felt a shiver go through him. For a second, he had thought
that he had seen a beautiful woman in a black dress and high heels standing on
the corner of his street, about a hundred yards away, watching him.

But, when he looked again, she was gone.

The End.