I have been having a lot of thoughts lately. First, I love stories about witches and sacrifices; I love the old Eagles song “Witchy Woman” and Santana’s “Black Magic Woman.” As I have looked at Cruella’s name in posts, I have had thoughts of Cajun or Creole witches living way back in the swamps doing who knows what, and what happens when their path crosses that of a powerful enemy. Well what happens is Cruella – The Witchy Woman and here she is. Hope you like it Crue. Also, you will see why T-Rex nicked me the sado-sexo-snuffette.
Juli the sado-sexo-snuffing bloodletting, gore slinging Chinese half-breed necrobabe.
Cruella the Witchy Woman
Raven hair and ruby lips,
Sparks fly from her fingertips.
Echoed voices in the night, She's a restless spirit on an endless flight.
Woo-hoo, witchy woman, see how high she flies.
Woo-hoo, witchy woman, she got the moon in her eyes.
She held me spellbound in the night, Dancing shadows and firelight.
Crazy laughter in another room And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon.
Woo-hoo, witchy woman, see how high she flies.
Woo-hoo, witchy woman, she got the moon in her eyes.
I know you want to love her but let me tell you, brother, She’s been sleepin' in the devil's bed.
There's some rumors goin' round, someone's underground, She can rock you in the night until your skin turns red.
Woo-hoo, witchy woman, see how high she flies.
Woo-hoo, witchy woman, she got the moon in her eyes.
The current witchy woman of the Drumaleia Bayou, Louisiana, is none other than Cruella Lebeau. She is the great grand daughter of that most evil of Creole witches Marie Lebeau. She like all in her family believe that nothing is gained in this life with out sacrifice. She also figures that sacrifice means you must be willing to put blood, sweat, and tears into achieving your goal, particularly if they are someone else’s blood, sweat, and tears. Oh, and yes, she has definitely been sleeping in the devil’s bed. That is what account for her appearance of a 20-year-old even though born in the past century.
She has raven hair as black and lustrous as the bird for which it is named. Her ruby lips invite a desire for a kiss. Her soft skin and iridescent emerald eyes attract males into her sphere of influence. Even in the swamps, she wears the finest silk. The dress fits tight over smooth thighs, which almost glow, with the heat of her passions. Tightly holding to her feminine curves, the tight black silk moves over her hips and only slightly rounded posterior to the flat of her belly and the natural curvature of her back.
Moving up her flanks till the sweet rise of her ample, perfectly formed breasts. Her brasses breasts push the fabric from her body while her small hard nipples dig at the clinging silk. The dress is cut low in the front to expose her cleavage to a deep gaze where one might see the tattoo of a swamp rose on the inside of her left breast.
An expanse of exposed chest and then the rise of her soft smooth neck. Her long black hair hanging down about her shoulders to spill both down the front and back of her. It is said that Cruella has minions in all parts of the swamp and that they are her eyes and ears and bring to her the victims for her heinous rites.
As thing are apt to do, another year has rolled around to the eve of midsummer’s day. Cruella is preparing a small island on the Chatamoohoochee river to serve as a point from which her rites will take place. She has built a wooden altar and placed tall torches to light the eve so that all who follow her will see her power and know it is truly she who is the greatest witch of the swamp. Several Cajun and Creole witches will be in attendance and she will show them how things should truly be done.
It is nearly nine in the evening when the forces of evil begin to arrive. By 930 PM, a mall piroe arrives with two robed men and a woman in white who has her feet and hands tied. They pull the boat onto the island’s shore and pull the woman from it. They carry her to the wooden altar and lay her on her back untying her hands and pulling her arms out to the side then tying her wrists to the altar. They untie her ankles speading her warm smooth legs apart and then retie her to the altar. As she breathes, her now naked size 36c breasts rise and fall rhythmically as her nipples gain hardness in the chill of the evening.
Her head moves side to side an her long blonde hair spills down either side. She tries to plead with the men to let her go, but to no avail. As the music plays louder, the first man removes his robe and climbs over the girl and begins to insert his large manhood into her warm wet channel. As the music plays faster and faster and the others dance around he altar, he drills her faster and harder. As her body recoils from the pounding he is giving it; the second man removes his robe and sticks his hard shaft into the girls mouth.
The music plays faster the first man drives into her and the recoil of her body drives the other man deep into her throat. Faster and harder with the music, until the two men can stand it no more and being to cum inside of her. As she is flooded with they’re cum, some leaks out covering her groin and some streams down both cheeks.
As they pull from her, Cruella steps forward. Speaking in a dialect hundreds of years old, she moves toward the others. Her eyes nearly glow in the flickering torchlight and her dark complexion seems all the more apt for her dark soul. She moves to the girl and leans and presses her lips to the girl’s neck. She then licks up her neck to her ear and nibbles the love before laughing and moving down to a vantage point beside the girls breasts.
She licks and sucks the girl’s breasts and nipples and licks down her belly to her pubic patch before placing her hand on the girls groin and dampening it with the mixture of the girls juices and the man’s cum. She then takes her hand and moves it over the girls lips stick two fingers into her mouth to cause the girl to taste the mixture.
Cruella laughs and her eyes dance faster in the light almost as if she was becoming intoxicated. She reaches down and picks up a curved dagger. It has a black onyx handle with the initial “L” on either side in mother of pearl. The blade is about 10 inches long and razor sharp on one edge with two blood grooves and terminates in a very sharp point. She torments the girl by pressing the point to her breasts, nipples and belly over and over. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to let her feel the sting of the prick.
“It’s just a little prick, my love. What harm can a little prick do? “ She looks to the men and laughs, “Of course there are times, a little prick is useless.”
The gathered crowd laughs at her attempt at a joke.
She pokes the girl’s inner thighs, her labia and spreads her folds to poke at her clit. The girl looks at the crowd and Cruella with terror in her eyes and whimpers before letting out a blood-curdling scream.
“Please, don’t hurt me, you’ve had me, and I have given my body to you, please let me go.” Pleading with short raspy breaths.
“Given yourself? Looked to me like they took what they wanted. now I will do the same.”
Cruella holds the blade in her hand and puts the point in the pit of the girl’s navel. Pressing just enough to depress the skin. The girl squirms a little. Slowly and surely, more pressure is applied. The skin stretches till finally it can be heard to tear and the dagger slips down about an inch into her. Cruella feels the blade slide free in the girls viscera and curves it’s path down through the top of her uterus and into her vagina. Pressing it to the hilt as the point becomes visible pushing between the folds of her labia.
The hard blade severing her uterus and cutting her vagina cause contractions in the girl like an orgasm. Cruella slowly pulls the blade from the girls belly as the girls squirms and licks the blood from the blade as it exits her, reveling in the sweet yet salty taste.
She moves up eyeing a place below and to the side of the girls left tit where her ribs can be seen. Slowly she presses the point to the spot between ribs and then presses harder sliding the blade between her ribs and into the girl’s lung. The girl coughs as blood spots her lips and begins to cough and gasp. Her large tits jiggle from the girl’s struggle.
Again the knife slides out and again Cruella licks the blood from it. Again, wild evil laughs as Cruella sets down the knife and takes out an object shaped more like a meat cleaver. She raises it high and laughs hysterically as she drives it down into the hollow between the girl’s breasts and cuts a deep crevasse through the skin and bone into her chest. She quickly reaches in and pulls the girl’s still beating heart out and places it in a bowl. The men put it quickly into Cruella’s boat.
Cruella cuts the bindings on the now dead girl as her body is still convulsing even though she is dead. She pushes her off the altar and onto the grass and her body rolls a few feet ending on its back. One of the men pierces each of the girl’s large tits with a sharp stick and ties some nylon line to the sticks and the other end to their boat. He pushes the boat off and poles out into the bayou dragging the body from shore and behind the boat.
“Them gators will sure eat good tonight” someone says.
“I wouldn’t mind some of that tender meat myself “ says another
The boat goes off into the darkness, the last time anyone will ever see the girl again, alive or dead. As for the heart, some say Cruella eats them, only she knows.
NINE MONTHS LATER
Cruella has gone into a nearby town for some shopping. Heads turn on the street as they usually do when she passes. After a few hours, it has begun to darken and she decides to go down an alleyway with her packages to head back to the swamp. She is about halfway through the alley when she feels a sharp sting in her left buttocks. Her legs feel numb and she can not walk as her packages fall to the ground.
Two men grab her and drag her down to the far end and push her into the back seat of a big black car. One gets in and drives off into the night. The other picks up her packages and disappears in another direction. The car drives about 30 miles before coming to an old plantation mansion. The car stops outside and the man opens the back door and lifts Cruella out placing her over his shoulder.
He enters the house and goes to the back and opens a door going out into a back yard. There are torches around a large stainless steel table and about 40 feet farther there is a deep pit with 3 swamp wolves in it. The man strips Cruella and places her naked body on the cold steel surface. He shackles her wrists to the table and then moves down and places her legs in stirrups and shackles her ankles.
“I know you are the one that killed my daughter almost a year ago. One of your men talked before I chopped him into fish bait. Now you are going to pay”
Cruella can’t talk and won’t as he picks up her panties and stuffs them into her mouth. Her eyes show the fear in her mind. In her present state, she can not use magic and she can’t even scream.
“I heard how you tortured Janice”
“Yes, that was her name, Janice.”
His hand moves up and down the hot inside of Cruella’s thigh. Slipping now and then to rub over her hot wet groin. Under other circumstances, Cruella would have enjoyed the treatment and he would have enjoyed giving it, but this was different. There was another purpose here and not LOVE, more the purity of HATE.
He reaches down a picks up an object that looks like a cattle prod, but with an adjustment knob. He turns it to a lower setting and presses the end to her left breasts and zaps it. Her nipple is instantly hard and her breast bounces as she tries to gasp. Her back arches and drops back onto the steel table. Several more times he applies the slight current to her breasts and nipples. Each time her back arches and her butt slides on the now warmer steel which is being covered by her sweat and juices.
He moves and speads her labia with his fingers and gives a higher jolt to her clit and labia. He can feel her body shudder as in the thralls of an orgasm. He can see her eyes roll with fear and pleasure mixed with each jolt. He turns the knob about three quarters of the way and twists the head of the prod at the wet entrance of her vagina before slowly pushing it into her and sliding it in and out simulating a lovers motions.
He then pulls the trigger over and over giving her massive jolts deep in her vagina over and over as he slides the prod almost out and then drives it deep into her again. Her body is becoming covered with sweat and he can see the pain of the massive jolts in her eyes even as he feels the grasp of her inner muscles on the prod. Finally, he stops and pulls the dripping wet prod from her.
She weakly looks at him as he takes out a small knife. Hardly big enough to kill he climbs on her body and sits across her thighs and swings the knife wildly back and forth across her body slashing small gashes in her belly and tits. Small amounts of blood trickle from each wound.
He unshackles her hands and cuffs her wrists behind her back, an easy task in her nearly exhausted condition. He then unshackles her feet and sits waiting. Slowly she regains strength until he can put her on her feet and push her forward as she struggles against him. He pushes her up to the edge of the pit. He can feel her body shake as she looks down at the swamp wolves. Even from this distance, the hungry animals can smell her blood and begin to salivate and growl. He hesitates but a second before pushing Cruella into the pit.
Her large tits shake as she gets to her feet and backs to the wall. The wolves turn toward her and one begins to approach. She sees a blur and then feels the wolf knock her to the ground and clamp its jaws over her face and start to drag her across the pit. The second wolf grabs between her thighs its teeth sinking into her pubic region and butt as its tongue is on her groin. The two large beasts begin pulling on her in a tug-of-war for the tender body.
The third wolf grabs her left tit in his massive jaws and bites it from her chest as blood spurts over the beasts driving them in their blood lust. The wolf at her groin releases his grip on her now bloody groin and takes a large bite out of her belly dragging guts and her liver from their cavity. As jaws snap and growls are louder, her body is gradually ripped to pieces as the man watches with a grin on this face.
By morning, little remains of the once luscious body of Cruella LeBeau except some bone, blood and loose viscera. Her pretty face has been ripped from her skull. The man walks to a small cemetery about 100 yards from the house and to a grave identified by a marker with the name Janice on it. A grave which he knows is empty as her body has never been found and looks down.
“Sleep well my child, paybacks are hell, even for hells minions, but you have been avenged.”