The Crudewitch
by AmericanWonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

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My little brother has to be the stupidest twit for playing off in the Dark Woods. Hell, I must be twice a twit for following him. Mum and Pa have tasked me for watching over him, protecting him while they went on errands and such to town. Gods for bit the little fucker would want to read or play hide and seek…no, no! He just had to go searching for a Crudewitch.

Odds were, he was already dead. Crudewitch’s had a reputation about them, if the name hadn’t got ya’ thinking enough. The Lords had long since hunting them after tales of the deranged survivors of those missions, (the very few of a small camp of men) surfaced at home. With a wee snap of their fingers, the feminine beasts could turn your mind to gooey affection; perhaps she’d snap your neck with your thighs, then gobble you up and shit you out to liven up her garden. Others claimed her magic had you shrunk to a baby, where she kept you for keepsake. As I entered the homely gate, it didn’t seem so menacing…that don’t mean the stories aren’t true. I paced the cobblestone footpath slowly, still not smelling the rancid feces or charred bones. Somethin’ was cookin’, however. It smelled nice enough, but my guard would remain as high as I could carry it. I cursed myself, trying to hold in piss and the small shred of bravery I still possessed before knocking on the door. Within moments she came and I was put to the test. “Yes?” came a calm, gentle voice.

The Crudewitch was no exception to the tales. She stood taller than any man, with a heavy, plump build that any soldier at a barracks would envy. The beauty was every evident, with her enrapturing white skin and pursed black lips. I tried to hold my focus on her dark green eyes, as the tales directed…there were plenty of distractions. BBBBBRRRRRUUUUPPPPUUUUUTTTTTT! Her long black dress fluttered behind her, showcasing the deadly wide booty cheeks shooting out her long, musty fart. Two powerful thighs held her aloft-shite, look up! “I…I…”. The words came none too easily, trying to find her face…her large, blasted tits hung barely covered amidst her fabric. “Boy, are you daft?” she simply spoke with a chuckle. “I’ve no need for a simple farm hand.” I gulped, before trying again. “M-miss, I’m-my name is Charles, of house Grimewood and I…I’m lookin’ for my brother, David, his name’s David m-miss-“.

PPTTTLLLLLRRRRRRRRBBTTTT! FFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRTTT! The Crudewitch shifted amidst the doorpost, her rump ferociously coating the beams with her rankness. A smidgen of gas hit my nose-I quickly held my breath, hoping whatever spell she’d been trying to cast me under was negated. The woman beast yawned, straightening herself. “You’ve clearly never been to the abode of a Crudewitch, boy,” said she. “I shall instruct you on how to conduct yourself within the presence of a higher being.”

I gasped, watching her turn and slowly grab up the dress as she pinned her leg to the door post. Her great wide buttcheeks were spread…and I felt like I was going blind. “Kneel,” she said simply. And I did so, but not by my own doing. Her magic had my feet shuffling forward, experiencing every moment of my demise as her booty scent got closer and closer.

I gave pained, heavy breaths, staring into the abyss. Her parts were unwashed, with a dark brown streak of past devastation nestled amidst strings of black asshair. Her anus twitched violently, instantly clouding my nostrils. PPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTRRRRROOOOOTTTT! The fart tasted of spoiled milk and decaying farm animals; I gagged, quite appropriately, yet my nerves were forced to stay stagnant amidst her gas. “Enter,” she instructed. My neck obeyed, diving into her asscrack. My god, her tight hole was enormous, like a cow’s asshole!…or perhaps I’d just seen too few ladies? “Lick,” she spoke. I tried to fight it, but my tongue was ever so curious as to her taste.

“Hmph. That’s better.” Silently, I disagreed. Her taste was ever evident amidst my spittle; I was forced to swallow every drop, tear open ever tangled asshair, lick every inch as she went on. “Now, Charles of House…what have you,” she spoke. “I have your body. I will require your mannerisms as well. You shall address me as Mistress Kaisa…for now.” I groaned as the asscheeks begun to mold into my face…requiring my neck and shoulder to bare the full brunt of her seated weight. “Hush,” she said. “My booty will require most of your attention but should you have need to respond, it shall be as follows: ‘yes, Mistress’. ‘No, Mistress’. Are we understood?” BBBBBBRRRLLLARARUULARRBBBARUUATTT! My tongue finally saw fit to stop as her fart blasted along my throat; it felt like a hot sword of eggs was being thrust into me! “Boy?” she asked. “Yes Mistress!” I choked out. “Good,” she went on. “Now, as for this lost soul of yours…your brother, was it?” PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! BBBRRRUUURROOAATTUOATUTUTU! “yes Mistre---ssssosss…”. Her farts swirled along my cheeks; it felt like time existed nowhere outside her own buttocks. “I saw a youngling roughhousing around my fields. He was kicking up radishes, along with a great number of my murkwood plants. These are valuable plants, boy, used for my Arcane magic.” PPPPTRRRRRROOOOOOOOTTTTT! BBRRRRRRUUUUUUAAOPFFFFFFTT! Stupid little David. He was going to get us both killed. These were my thoughts as I slipped out her buttcheeks to the ground.

I felt myself cradled amidst her flesh once more. “No, please, don’t-don’t do tha-what?” Words failed me as I flew…flew high, high into the air…right beside her stern face, large as a house. “What is this?!” I shrieked. “Wh-what are you doing?!” I found myself winding and twisting amidst her hands…to no avail. I was sized to barely a coin-her fingers simply wrapped tighter around me, like snakes. “Have my farts knocked out your manners, boy?” her voice boomed beside me. “Is that how you address a Crudewitch?” I began to cry, hard, as her fingers clutched harder along my chest. “N-no, Mistress. Forgive me, Mistress.” I responded. She simply nodded. “Then we may begin.” My world twirled, as her hand descended underneath her dress. Her stench overpowered me…I knew full well my fate.

The shrunken stories were far less forgiving…there were no survivors. BBBBRRRRRRRUUUUPPPPPPRRRTT! Her rank fart coated her hand as I struggled inside. I felt her fingers leave, while her booty cheeks shifted as she walked. I was no threat to escape. Her buttcheeks clawed and scraped my miniscule skin as she walked. I fell deeper, as intended, where her juicy, moist hole awaited my touch. There I saved my strength; her anus’s grip would simply swallow me whole.
We walked around some corridor or three, as she let me acclimate to her asshole. FFFFRRRRBBBBBBRRRTTOORRAOTOT! I screamed as her fart roared like thunder, coating my every being in a rank taste of meat and shit. The stories did her torture no justice-no man could hold his nose and survive this for long. I felt her muscles shift as she sat herself, farting once more onto me. BBBBRRRLLLLRRRBBBBRRMMMPPPTT! “Hmmph,” she gave off, as the intense rippling battered my body amidst the hot sauna of fart to choke on. I wonder if she even felt her fumes with me plugging her up. “Hush, boy,” she told me. “You’ll survive inside my ass…for a short time. Which is why we need to act quickly. I need your full cooperation.” Her anus suckled me deeper into her abyss…I could hear rumblings far off. “I…Mistress?!” I called. Her bootyhole rumbled again in answer. “Hold, worm!” I heard. It was deep and bellowing, still carrying the faint reflection of her voice…but it came with the smell of her booty. “My powers must concentrate on locating your brother,” her ass spoke to me. “But for the time being, I will require your memories as well. When I ask, you will yell the answer into my booty. Do you understand?”

PPPPPTTRRRROIIPPRSSPPTTUUTTTT! A slimy wet fart tore through my tiny body. I screamed as her fluids entered my mouth; her anus suckled me deeper, regaining ground where her sloppy fart had pushed me out. “Boy!” I heard her booty yell. “Yes Mistress!” I called in response. She sighed; I felt her walls tighten around me. “Good,” she spoke. “Now…picture your brother in your head. Where does he live?” FFFFFFSSSSSSOORRUUSSOSSOSUSSSSS! Oh god…her anal muscles relaxed, hissing out a vile, rotten egg mixture. In the darkness, my little brother’s face was all to keep me from going insane!...but yes, the answer! “We live in Green Grotto!” I cried amidst the rank heat. Then, I closed my mouth, burying my face into her ass flesh to keep from puking from the swallowed fart. “Good,” she spoke. “I can feel your family’s presence. Keep your brother’s picture in your head! Now…what color is his hair?”

PPPPRRRRRTTTOOOOORTTT! BBBRRRUUAALLLLPAPAPAPTTT! Oh god, those rugged farts, smelling of mustard seed and damp moss! I screamed my reply as her bootyhole still rumbled. “It’s brown! DARK BROWN-eehch!” This time I vomited, trying to recover myself by her third question. “And his height? How tall is your brother?”PPPPPPPPSSSSSLL---BBBRRRTTT! The Crudewitch moaned, awaiting my answer. I could give no reply, as her bootyhole pursed and brought the vile mixture onto my tiny body. “Your answer, boy!” I heard her booty speak. “Quickly! I need to…ohhhhhh….”.

My mind was now in no place to answer. I heard her voice, her actual voice as she grunted, stumbling her mighty feet off the chair and into a nearby closet room. “Oh…my word,” she grunted out. Between her clenching cheeks, I felt her solid mixture poke me further out her butthole-I had no energy to scream as I fell backwards into a chamber pot. “We must…ohhhh…resume our search afterwards, boy,” spoke the Crudewitch. I could only gasp in horror as her log of shit begun to darken my vision. “But keep…oohhhh!...keep your brother in your head!” I tried to envision my brother as her shit molded around me, crushing my body amidst a mountain of sickly brown paste.

David had dark brown hair with brown eyes-same as my father and his father before him. His build was like my mother, short even for his age. He carried a general cheeriness on him that was always annoying. He had only one splotch of freckles, on the undersides of his neck. Persistent, just to be out on tune-like him. “Wakey, wakey big brother!” he would clamor, his big mouth squeaking out the words from the gaps in his teeth. “The fart lady wants to talk to you, haha!”
I snapped upright, trying to fight past the stinging headache. “Wha…I…David?” He giggled, batting my shoulder with a wooden spoon. “No!” he spat. “I am Conivore, leader of the Hill tribes! Cower before mmmeeeee!” A hand reached down to stop his hand from batting me again. “David dear, don’t be rude,” came a heavenly, giggling voice. “Let me speak with your brother. Why don’t you go get me some more Murkwood roots?” “Okay!” David hurriedly shouting, rising off my bedside to run outside. FFFFFBBRRLLLRRRBBBRRBBBABBRRBR! “Haha, ewwww, pee-yooo!” he giggled, as the rumbling fart followed him out the door. The Crudewitch laughed as she sat by my bedside. “I found him, boy,” she said, smiling down and awaiting my response. Perhaps it was the pained brain talking…but I felt no need for chivalry with her. “You HAD found him,” I growled. “He was here the whole time.” She tossed her long black hair, quite happy with herself. “Perhaps,” she teased. “My persona has a habit of dragging unwanted visitors to my doorstep. But your brother needn’t even fall under my spells. He’s quite the enchanting helper.” PPPPPPTTTRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOTTTTT! I felt the fear return as she scooted closer, letting her booty cheeks rumble the long toot along my abdomen. I felt my whole body quiver as her taste slowly crawled up into my tongue.

“So what now?” It felt like a desperate question, as she rose to pull up her dress, fully off to reveal her nakedness. I watched as the Crudewitch locked the door and strut towards my bedside. “Now,” said she, giggling as each leg bent over my bedside. “You will clean my booty cheeks. I doubt we will need magic to encourage you, correct dear?” She spread her buttocks with either hand, letting her ass be just within reach for me to lean into. I peered into the rugged hellscape once more, face to face with still drying shit streaking her entire asscrack. There was much to clean…and so poor tools to do it with. David could be heard giggling just outside. I braced myself and brought my tongue forward, on my own free will.

The Crudewitch sighed, letting her cheeks fall onto my face. “Wonderful,” she spoke. “But I’m afraid wiping my bottom won’t buy your freedom alone.” BBBBBBLLLLLRRRRRRUUUTTTOORRUUUUTTT! I gagged as her butthole sharted a mixture of drying poo and vegetable fart into my mouth. The Crudewitch laughed, adjusted her rump and let loose two more. FFFFFBBBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOTTT! PPPRRTTTTTOOOOOOTTTTTT! “Ahhhh! No, no, there’s far too much research for me to delve into alone. I’ve needed an assistance for quite some time…there’s none too many strapping lads wandering into the forests these days.” BBBBTTTOIIRRLLIRRIRIIAAALIIAAATTT! I gagged on her most recent, spittle soaked toot. The Crudewitch rose with laughter, happily shaking her rump as I choked on her remains. “I’ll return shortly with your schedule,” she spoke, not even turning to address me. “For now though, your brother is lost…and I’m sure his parents are dying to have him back home.” PPPTTRRRRRUUUUOUAATTTTAAMMRPPTTTTT!

The Crudewitch sighed, her magic allowing her dress to furl over her body as her fart shook her mighty rump. I watched in agony, praying David would send someone looking for me as well.