I picked up the Citroën rental at Toulouse Blagnac Airport, making sure it had satellite navigation and a tank full of fuel. Baggage stowed, I set off for my destination and lover's reunion.

My talented artist girlfriend Arianne, lived, in a tiny village in the foothills of the Pyrenees. There she painted landscapes which she sold online. She had painted one for me and I was excited to see it.

My journey had begun in the dark on good well-lit roads. It was Halloween and the French radio station I was listening to was playing horror-themed songs. MJ's Thriller came on which I happily sang along to, and the next song had me belting out bad moon arising and there being trouble on the way. I was in such a great mood but terribly out of tune!

As I reached a line in the song which forecast nasty weather, the rain began to pour down.

As I made headway into rural France, the bright headlights on the Citroën seemed unable to effectively penetrate the heavy rain and mist which accompanied me. It was a horrid night to be driving on unfamiliar roads.

The windscreen wipers were on full tilt, yet they were incapable of dealing with the torrential downpour. The temperature was dropping as I drove higher into the mountains.

It appeared to me that I was the only fool out in this inclement weather, not having seen another vehicle for some time.

As the Sat-Nav guided me along twists and turns, huge trees and defiant mountains rose up all around, dark and imposing.

The storm worsened as lightning and thunder joined the wicked fray, flashes of lightning briefly illuminating the way ahead, painting vivid silhouettes causing the trees to appear like tall menacing monsters preparing to pounce out at me.

Alone, out in the storm in ever-worsening weather conditions on difficult to negotiate roads, it was no surprise that my imagination got carried away.

The wind blustered and swirled all around, small branches fell hitting the car windscreen, making me flinch, and causing me to pull hard on the steering wheel to avoid the falling bracken.

More thunderclaps resounded directly overhead drowning out the radio, the haunting tunes now just a series of ghostly crackles and hisses.

I began to regret making the journey at this hour. The option to stay in Toulouse overnight and journey instead by the light of day had been promptly dismissed in my eagerness to be with my lover. I had not foreseen the dreadful weather conditions and neither had the weather forecaster.

Easing off the accelerator as the road became more winding, I needed all of my concentration to navigate safely, as the edge of the road became a sheer drop.

Still, the thunder crashed overhead as it seemed to follow me every mile. The lightning was almost blinding me as I peered through the fogged windscreen into the gloom.

Becoming more disturbed I could see nowhere to pull over so was forced to continue, my eyes tiring from having to stare so intently.

As heavy rain turned to heavy sleet, the cold seeped in from the outside making me shiver.

I adjusted the temperature gauge on the heater to high, but the freezing cold penetrated right through the Citroën coachwork.

This had become a very unpleasant and distressing road trip.

The term road trip brought to mind movies like, Thelma and Louise, and National Lampoon’s Vacation, neither of which was like the nightmare mine had become.

My fragile good spirits accompanied by clammy hands and dark imaginings urged me to seek refuge, if only for a short while, to gather my resolve.

Ahead on the distance, I could see a rough pull over place. I aimed the car to the right and eased into the spot barely off the road. I killed the engine and took some deep breaths, noticing that the car windows were becoming steamed up.

Reaching for a bottle of water and taking long swigs, I sat motionless calming myself as the storm continued to rage around me.

As I lowered the window next to me the mountainside loomed up at me. The dark terrain was inhabited by an ancient forest of impenetrable darkness. This alone was enough to stifle any optimism I might have had left.

The wind howled fiercely and made me feel unwelcome as if telling me to move on.

With the window again closed, I noticed that I was feeling intimidated and breathing faster.

As the engine restarted a violent gust of wind shook the Citroën. I tried to tune in a radio station to keep me company, anything would do, but all I found was endless static and ghostly whispers.

Having fresh eyes lifted my spirits. Alert again sensing every bump and dip in the road, I listened to the tyres doing battle with the gritty slippery road surface. Still, no other headlights or signs of life were to be seen. I was very alone.

Pressing on trying to compromise safety with my eagerness to make haste, my thoughts turned to Arianne and what awaited me, a warm cosy cottage, a hot toddy and warm food. My mind swam with imaginings of our pending reunion and the lovemaking which would surely follow.

Startled from my comforting thoughts, I stared in horror at the beast standing at the center of the road, the combination of car headlights and lightning flashes causing its eyes to blaze at me.

I was hurtling towards a huge deer. I immediately panicked and hit the brakes, the car slid out of control, the distance between car and animal reduced but not quickly enough. I prepared myself to collide with the poor startled creature. The front of the car suddenly dipped, I gripped and fought the steering wheel. However, the car could not be prevented from going into an uncontrollable spin.

Somehow the deer was avoided, but the car careered into a steep basin off to the side of the road. Thrown violently left and right, my arm and shoulder were stunned with pain as I was tossed up and down, my head bashing against the roof liner, inflicting more pain.

The tyres screamed like a wailing banshees, I lurched forward as the car came to an abrupt halt, my head thrown sharply forward and then snapped painfully back, as I found myself suspended by the seatbelt and peering down in terror into a dark abyss.

The car engine cut out, all I could hear was the cry of the wind and pitter-patter of sleet. I tried to arrange my thoughts but I was experiencing the sensation of lights dimming, everything went black, then nothing.

When I awoke my head throbbed, as did every muscle in my body. I was frozen and shivering, as I moved gingerly to release myself from the seat belt which had no doubt saved me from far worse injury.

Slumped forward on the release of the belt, I caught myself and managed to open the car door.

Clambering out, the sleet had ceased, but still, the wind gusted. I reached back into the car for my coat which I hurriedly donned. The wind pummeled me. I staggered and lurched forward, climbing the slippery grassy bank onto the road.

The area was barren with no sign of the deer. The moon was high and shining brightly casting shadow and light, trees swayed and bent with the strong winds, with my coat pulled tighter about me against the cold bite of the steel breeze.

The Citroën was marooned. There was no way that I was going to be able to continue on my journey tonight. I grabbed my mobile phone from my jacket pocket and checked it for a signal, of course there was none. This was all going so well!

Frustrated and tearful I decided to get back into the rental, wait out the storm and keep as warm and comfortable as possible.

I cautiously made my way back toward the Citroën taking care not to slip. Suddenly the wind disappeared as if someone had switched off the fan.

A deep fog began to appear around me, enveloping the car forming a thick veil around the tall ancient trees and everything in its path. Nothing stirred.

The fog grew thicker and I held up my hand in front of my face but could not see it. I tried to find the car but was unable to see where to place my feet. I became unsteady and disorientated, the fog essentially making me blind and robbing me of all senses.

I backed myself up the steep slope until I could feel the firm road surface beneath my shoes. I stood motionless. It was too quiet. I peered around in the gloom frozen to the spot. I could just about see the tree line. The fog and moonlight were casting the trees as sinister misshapen beasts. It was so quiet and all I could hear was my own breathing.

Suddenly from nowhere I heard a voice. I couldn’t make out what it was saying at first, so I strained to listen.

The voice whispered, “She wants you Cat.”

I looked around turning left and right, peering this way and that, as all became silent once more.

I shook my head vigorously, thinking that I must have bumped it pretty hard because I was hearing voices now.

The voice came again, “She wants you Cat,” only this time it was followed by mischievous girly giggles. I swung around dizzily, unable to tell from which direction the voice had come.

The voice repeated, “She wants you Cat,” followed by more roguish sounding giggles.

It came again, slightly louder this time, and it sounded as if it was coming from everywhere, a voice from within the mountains themselves.

I had begun to tremble badly, was this from the shock of the accident, or was it fear?

The voice in the mountains called again, “She wants you Cat.”

All I could see was swirling fog as it drifted eerily around me.

Rooted to the spot and unable to move, a fear was growing inside me.

The cold damp of the fog was penetrating my clothing like icy fingers of dread.

The voice called again, this time carrying a different message, “She is here Cat.” However, this time there were no girly giggles.

Then the voice came at me louder, menacing and deafening as it bellowed, “SHE IS HERE, FOR YOU, CAT!”

My heart thudded in my chest, my pulse raced and my mind spun.  What did it all mean?

My breathing increased and my senses grew more alert, as I stared out into the fog waiting and wondering.

After a short time I realised that the voice had abandoned me, all around was deathly quiet, leaving me bereft of all hope, shrouded in fog, and consumed by fear.

Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light, it was a solitary lamp swaying from side to side. It was coming my way, thank goodness I thought, as my spirits began to lift hope returned. I was going to be saved.

My inner smile became my outer one as I watched keenly as the light drew nearer.

I could hear a horse’s hooves, and the sound of wheels trundling behind.

As the apparition drew closer I could make out a black horse sporting a black plume of feathers on its head, and what looked like a Romany caravan rocking and rumbling behind. At its helm was a seated figure driving the horse.

At first, I didn’t think that the driver had seen me and was bound to run me over, but then the horse halted a few feet from me, its nostrils flared and blew steam as its black beady eye gaped at me.

I looked beyond its rear, the fog seemed to be mysteriously clearing, allowing my eyes to alight on its driver, who to my surprise, was a woman dressed in fine-looking clothing and not at all suitably robed for the current weather conditions.

I broke the silence first. “Hello,” I said with a trembling voice, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. “I am so glad to see someone else on the road, I thought it was only stupid me,” I added shakily.

My words were met with silence.

The woman eyed me intently, then raised herself from her seat and climbed gracefully down from her perch. Her leather booted feet landing surprisingly soundlessly on the gravel. I watched her with a half-smile, curious to know who my savior was.

She drifted toward me making no sound as she moved and I noticed that she stood taller than me. The fog mysteriously cleared from her face, framing it like a work of art. I gasped seeing the exceptional beauty of the woman. I felt my jaw drop.

She had dark olive skin, big dark eyes with lashes to die for. Next, I couldn’t help but notice her full ruby lips. Her crowning glory was her raven black hair which was thick and lush as it shone with luster.

The vision of loveliness was wearing a lilac off the shoulder gown, the plunging neckline revealing a fabulous cleavage. The gold thread bodice she wore was bejeweled, and it cupped her shapely bosom and tapered in at her slim waist. I found myself speechless and beguiled by her beauty.

Her dark eyes leveled with mine as she spoke with a French accent, “I am Marion la Droiturière,” she announced regally as if expecting me to know this already, adding, “You are Cat, no?” I was surprised, how on earth did she know my name?

However, before I could ask she said, “Come!”

Turning sharply away on her heels she glided effortlessly along, pausing once to look over her shoulder at me, gazing almost seductively and expecting me to follow. I felt stupid just standing there so I followed, my shoes crunching on the gravel in contrast to her soundless steps.

A familiar mischievous giggle filled the air. I paused to look behind me, but then it was gone. I shook my head again. I must be imagining things I thought.

I followed her shapely body to the rear of the Vardo, with its bow-top roof and chimney which had a large black crow perched on it, which was eyeing me.

The van itself was beautifully decorated, intricately carved and brightly painted red, green and gold.

Marion seemed to drift upward on the short ladder, she opened the arch-shaped door; or had she, not having seen her hand move to it.

Following Marion into her cozily lit den, the heat from within greeted me as I stumbled ungraciously from the ladder to inside, the door mysteriously closed behind me. The van was quite roomy and contained a small log burner, a wooden table with two chairs and a single bed. There were shelves were laden with bottles, jars, and candles.

Marion looked at me with a warm smile and a glint in her eye as she passed me a long-stemmed crystal glass of dark red liquid. She motioned with her hand at me as if to say drink.

I cautiously sipped the spirit which was immediately warming and very delicious, and not like any wine I had tasted before. I took a larger gulp accidentally missing my mouth, and before I could intercept the runaway dribble on my chin, Marion swiftly leaned in and lightly swept it away with a gentle kiss.

Her action seemed quite natural to me, and instead of feeling shocked I was pleasantly surprised, after all, it isn’t every day that I am kissed by such a beautiful woman.

Marion remained close to me, “drink more,” she said, with an encouraging smile.

It was a smile that lit the room and warmed my heart. I took another large gulp and swooned as the liquid coursed through me, setting light to every nerve ending in my body, my nipples and pussy especially reacting favorably to the beverage. “Wow, what is in this stuff?” I enquired enthusiastically!

Eyeing me teasingly, she replied, “It’s a trade secret,” while grinning broadly. I looked at her playfully dismayed, so she continued, “It’s made of a few drops of my menstrual blood, mixed with red wine, and it involved roasting the testicles of a white rooster and grinding them into powder, with wing of bat and eye of newt mixed in for good measure. I call it, infusion étrange.”

I stopped drinking, a startled look on my face. I knew from the little French language that I knew infusion étrange meant a strange brew. There was a pregnant pause between us.

Marion looked at me and then burst out laughing, it was so infectious that I joined in, feeling relieved and realising that I had been played. I quickly tipped the remaining mixture down my throat without a second thought.

I felt the brew infusing every part of my body, thrilling and caressing my most sensitive and intimate womanly parts, it made me feel heady and extremely aroused.

Marion smiled revealing pearly white teeth and I could only smile flirtatiously back. I felt totally at ease in the presence of this very stunning and enthralling stranger.

Without warning she leaned forward and covered my mouth with hers, her arm encircled my waist and pulled me firmly to her. I gasped as her kiss thrilled me, my body pressed to hers as I welcomed her passionate kiss and embrace. I returned the kiss with fervor.

Breaking our kiss and relaxing her hold on me, she said sternly, “Take off your clothes Cat, I will dry them for you in front of the fireplace, I will loan you a robe.”

Her voice was compelling, and somehow I was influenced into believing that I should do this.

My hostess watched keenly as I teasingly disrobed, undressing as if I was a striptease girl by lewdly swaying my hips only pausing when I reached my matching pink silk bra and panties. The lingerie purchased with Arianne in mind.

I was feeling unusually braver now, slutty even as I stood there with Marion’s eyes feasting upon me. She smiled again, nodding approvingly her eyes settling on my remaining sexy garments. I reached behind and unfastened my bra, my C cup breasts spilling forward.

I looked for Marion’s reaction. Her eyes were wide with delight as they traveled lower settling on my surprisingly damp panties. As if enchanted I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband and pushed my undies quickly down my smooth legs, all the way to my feet and stepped nimbly out them.

Once naked and feeling more emboldened, I cupped my breasts in my hands and offered them to my sexy host, at the same time parting my legs rather sultrily as my sexual aroma began to seep from my stimulated sex.

Marion stared appraisingly, smiling at me but this time with more than a naughty glint in her eye, as she began to undress.

In a dreamlike state, mesmerised and spellbound, I was unable to look away as Marion seductively removed her silk and bejeweled garments. Each item fell silently to her feet. To my surprise she wore no underwear of any description, so as her underskirts fell, her incredible hourglass figure became completely naked.

Her ample breasts with their dark swollen nipples stood firm, defying gravity. Her shapely legs sturdy and sinewy, and in between her legs a tidy tuft of black pubes overarching a set of smooth mons joined by an elongated cleft. She stood proudly still. Allowing me to drink in every inch of her sexy body, the sight of her unblemished flesh filled me with lust.

My heart thudded in my chest, my breathing became erratic as I reacted to the sight of her firm curvaceous figure. Marion’s eyes were alive, silently inviting me to step forward and join her, her knowing smile irresistible.

Marion’s beauty held me trance-like and intoxicated by the strange brew. She spoke to me, but her lips were unmoving while her voice filled my head. Her voice echoed, “Come to bed, come let me take care of you Cat.” My body ached to be with her, and I found myself moving forward unable to resist, she was like gravity as I was inexplicably drawn into her welcoming arms.

Our naked bodies crushed together, breast on breast, her taut stomach against my softer bump, thighs met, hard nipples touched, electricity surged between us as Marion’s soft slender fingers cupped my face and drew me into a passionate open-mouthed kiss, tongues swirling.

Even whilst kissing, Marion was whispering to me inside my head, “You are so beautiful Cat, and I am going to give you a night to remember, you will know my magic, and you will bring new life to me.”

I was lost in the moment, captivated, overtaken with longing, and my entire body was craving to be taken and made love to by the beautiful, enthralling, sexy woman, who had promised to satisfy all of my desires.

Marion's whispers continued to flood my mind, echoing, rebounding and soaring. Visions of toads, bats, snakes, spiders, worms, and a white rooster filled my head. Images of faraway lands dark and ancient, an old woman’s face appeared vividly, spouting poisonous words and dark magic. It was like being captive in a drug-fueled kaleidoscope.

When the images finally cleared from my befuddled brain, I found myself inexplicably tied to the bed, my arms and legs stretched apart, spread-eagle and vulnerable.

Marion was standing over me grinning, eyes wide with a look of hunger. I tugged on the ropes and realised that I wasn’t going anywhere until Marion had finished with me.

The thought sent a rush of arousal through my body like an express train, my pussy almost gushing there and then.

My sexy captor leaned over and let her ruby red lips hover just above my brown engorged nipples, my skin becoming flushed.

I moaned ecstatically as my lover lowered her head and took one tip into her mouth, drawing it in, slathering it with her wet tongue, causing me to shake my head from side to side.

She then took the other breast concentrating on it, the nerve endings of my nipple tingling. She then moved back to the other nipple, her hand encircled the one her tongue had just left, rubbing and kneading, gently and then harshly, applying pressure so that I gasped at the pleasurable pain.

The valley between my heaving breasts glistened with sweat. “Oh yes, more please,” I implored breathily. She answered me huskily, “I will give you more child, much more,” and laughed. I moaned with bliss.

Marion gave me a wicked grin as she glided onto the bed, and sat astride my hips. Her perfect body was now on display. I admired her wondrous breasts, and pink fleshy vulva which glistened between her open legs. This caused a little spittle to escape from the corner of my mouth.

I was instinctively trying to writhe against Marion’s soft wet sex, as I moaned shamelessly, groaning lecherously, “Yes fuck me, take me, fuck me hard and ride me all the way to heaven!”

At these words Marion let go of a wicked and animated cackle excitedly telling me, “Oh no my child, you are coming with me all the way to hell!”

She bent her head down and drew her tongue lower as it slithered down to my navel pausing in the well, moistening and circling it while my stomach trembled.

Marion kissed my quivering tummy, I felt like screaming with joy as every tissue and nerve felt stretched beyond endurance. I almost cried out when Marion’s tongue and moist lips traveled even further south.

As her hot breath fell on my slick vulva I mewed like a kitten. My lover’s long twisting tongue slid easily into my pouting, quivering vagina. My hips flew from the mattress, my wrists and ankles pulling tight on the restraints, my body twisted as my lover expertly thrust her long lizard-like tongue deep inside my hidden depths.

Pleading I cried out, as my arms and legs continued to fight against the bonds which held me so mercilessly.

The breaking point was upon me, my body shifting and thrashing around as Marion hungrily lashed and slurped at the inside of my rippling cunt as it launched into an uncontainable spasm.

My lover sensed that my orgasm was near and pulled her glistening face from between my wet thighs and licked her lips lasciviously, savoring the juices from my oozing paradise.

I was helpless, unable to prevent Marion having her decadent way with me, as she crawled up over my heaving body and lowered her open thighs across mine, her hot fleshy vulva smothering mine.

I whimpered with delight at both the sensation and realisation of what she was preparing to do.

As she stared into my eyes Marion inquired, “Are you ready my child, ready to be possessed and ridden like never before, and like you will never be again?”

Before I could force an answer Marion began to move her hips and ground her sopping pussy against mine, her eyes impenetrable as she stared into mine. My hips lunged instinctively to meet her downward thrust, friction and heat infused my most intimate body parts.

My heavy-lidded eyes closed as my body undulated in rapture as my beautiful lover slowly and smoothly slid her womanhood through mine. A new heightened delirium overwhelmed my mind as the physical sensations grew, my cunt bursting like a dam, flowing as Marion thrust harder and faster, jolting my body.

My eyes shut tight as I wallowed ecstatically as Marion fucked my exposed sex. As she tirelessly rode me I listened to our breathing, mine rapid shallow inhales but Marion’s had become dry, rasping and guttural.

That couldn’t be right, could it?

As exquisite joy and delicious turmoil began to rip through my now arcing body, I forced my eyes open to gaze upon my gorgeous lover.

To my horror it was not the stunning Marion who now rode me to heaven, it was a grotesque hag, a witch, with bloodshot eyes, and decomposing lips which opened to reveal blackened teeth. Within its cavernous mouth were crawling puce grubs and wriggling worms riding me to hell!

I opened my mouth to scream but I was breathless, unable to bellow. My bulging eyes were drawn lower taking in the horrifying scene.

Gone were Marion’s perfect breasts which had been replaced by wart covered flat sinewy bags that slapped against a bulbous distended wrinkled stomach.

My terrified eyes continued to absorb the shocking view, wanting to see, but not wanting to see. My eyes settled between the skeletal thighs of the crudely plunging creature. A green putrid gash adorned with a moving sea of serpents and cockroaches now crushed wildly against my vulnerable slit, feeding on my youthful juicy cunt.

A rancid decaying smell rose from the gruesome monstrosity, as I fought desperately to tear myself from the cords binding me to the bed.

The witch’s screams were piercingly shrill as she relentlessly rode chafed and bleeding pussy. The witch’s bony fingers clawed at my face and breasts, as I wrestled to avoid her raking talons.

Her final screeched message impaled me like a blunt dagger to the heart as she wickedly spat, “You Cat will never see your beautiful Arianne ever again!” The sorceress cackled and chortled satisfied with her dominance.

Filled with rage and loathing I was still unable to muster a scream or any sound, as I glared contemptuously at my evil assailant.

Then I watched in jaw-dropping terror as a horned head of a fanged snake slid menacingly from her dark mouth. It lowered itself slowly down onto my trembling stomach and began its forward S-motion up towards the valley of my heaving torn and bloodied breasts.

As it crawled higher it hissed and flicked its long forked tongue, tasting the air as it slid closer toward my face.

All of my body’s muscles tensed as I fought with every ounce of strength I had left to break away from this perverse nightmare, but I was bound too well.

I could only glare in absolute horror as the snakes head rose above my neck, its snout pointing directly at my exposed throat. I felt the tip of its forked tongue feather my skin as if marking where it intended to plunge its lethal venomous fangs.

Its black deadly eyes shone down at me as it prepared to strike its fangs already dripping. I craned my face away in terror fearing its bite.

From somewhere deep within me came a noise which grew, and then grew, finally it rose and surfaced as I found myself screaming hysterically.

Hearing faint distant voices I forced my eyes open, a murky light painfully penetrated my eyes, was I dead I wondered?

I drifted back into darkness. The voices grew clearer and nearer, my eyelids blinked, and then came a voice so comfortingly familiar, “Here she is, over here,” it called with both urgency and relief.

It was Arianne’s voice!

Soon I was being freed from the cockpit of the car and being laid down on a blanket.

It was Arianne who now knelt over me, smiling and holding my hand, “Are those bite marks on your neck Cat?” she asked as we both wept with happiness. “They can’t be,” I croaked unconvincingly, as memories of my awful nightmare returned to haunt me.