Montag, 2. November 2015

The Saffenberg Witch Project


The Saffenberg woods, somewhere in the Eifel, a low mountain range in Germany. In the 17th century there have been some which trials at the Saffenburg, a castle which has been partially reconstructed nowadays. A small group is penetrating into the remote wooded area around the Saffenburg. The group of three woman and one men is heading to the ruins of a house in the middle of the woods which is told to have belonged to a witch in the 17th century who has been burned at the stake after her trial. The ruin and the woodland around is told to be haunted at night and some people have disappeared traceless in the region and weird apparently human cries have been heard in the woods and some villagers affirm even to have occasionally seen the ghost of the witch near by her house. It's hot summertime and slack season for press people, so freelance journalist Helma Christina Knechtling, her husband George and audio engineer Christiane Sörensen think that they might get a good story for a radio feature if they spend a night at the haunted place. They have asked local witch expert Rita Lanker, who claims to be a descendant of a former witch to be their guide and to stay with them over night.

"Is it still far, Rita, I'm so exhausted. All in all it's really a crazy idea to make this trip. I'm quite sure that nothing at all is going to happen."
"Don't be so downbeat, Mrs. Knechtling, let's just go and see. The place has a very special atmossphere, you'll see."
"Yes, one never knows, maybe we're really going to experience a very thrilling night"
"Ah, there we are, we're reaching the place..."




Some hours later. The group has mounted their tents and they've decided that Christiane and Rita shall be on guard for the first three hours of the night while the Knechtling couple will have a nap in their tent...

"Oh Jesus, it's so boring. And I become really tired. Christina was right. Nothing wil happen at all."
"Oh no, fatty, I'm quite sure that you will have the most thrilling night of your whole life..."





Completely taken by surprise, Christiane is grabbed from behind and handgagged....
"UMMMMPH. MMMMH"
"Shut up, fat coo. No crying or I'll slaughter you right now. Move your fat ass, I've plans for you...

Rita Lankers voice has become so icy, sharp and menacing that innocent Christiane is too scared to try the slightest resistance. She raises up her hands in most complete surrender and submission and still handgagged, she is hustled into the dark woods...



Some time later... Still in their tent Knechtling couple hears the voices of two women, desperately crying for help...
"Help! Help. Oh Jesus. Help. Oh no please, help."
"Darling, oh my God. That's Christiane and Rita, for heavens sake, what has happened to them"
"Not the slightest idea! Come, we've to rescue them!"





Not far away, tied up with ziptie to a tree and at knife point, unfortunate Christiane has been forced to scream several time for help...
"Well done, fatty, we've made a good show, didn't we? Now I'll better silence you, you're quite lucky that you're wearing a nice scarf to gag you. Otherwise...
"Oh Jesus, are you completely crazy. What is this all about. What are you intending to do with me?
"Shut up and open wide. You're just the perfect victims for the witch. And your two sissy mates will join you very soon, hahaha!"





Still at their camping place, the Knechtling couple is discussing what is to be done. They've no idea that the maniac Rita is already observing them.

"Okay honey, you stay here and hide somewhere"
"Oh Jesus, Darling. why can't I come with you. I'm so scared!
"Be reasonable, dear, we've no idea, who's out there. They might capture us both at the same time. When I don't come back in half an hour, try to get to the village and call the police."
"You're right Darling, for heavens sake, be careful."
"I'll promise Darling, I love you!"
"I love you too, honey!




As soon as Heinz-Georg has head off, Rita sneaks up to the innocent and inoffensive Helma Christina. The powerless woman is scared stiff when she hears Rita's icy and menacing voice and she too,  surrenders without the slightest resistance

"Hands up, cooch, move, your fat made is already waiting for you. Move!"
"Rita. Are you completely mad? Where's Christiane? What have you done with her? And what is this all about?"
"Shut up. You'll join your mate right now. And then I'll take care of your sissy husband. I'll guess he will cause even less trouble than you two coozies. Move, I say, move."





Some time later...Tied up to a tree and gagged, too, Helma Christina has been forced to join her mate Christiane in her desperate bondage ordeal. While Christiane still hopes that Heinz-Georg might be able to fight off the maniac Rita and to release the two damsels in distress out off their bondage, Helma Christina knows too well that her tender husband is all but a hero and as a gentleman never would  beat or hurt a woman. And she is quite released when some time later she hears the voices of their captor and her husband...
"Rita, for heavens sake. Are you completely crazy. What have you done to my wife and Christiane. Listen...I...I won't do any resistance. Just let us go."
"Shut up you damned, Sissy, you'll keep company to the two cuzzies, but any false move and you're a goner. There we are, move to that tree over there. Do it, now. You tree pussies will be the perfect longpigs for the bitch, hahaha!





Some time later. Heinz-Georg is bound and gagged, too and joins his wife and Christiane in their desperate bondage distress. Rita, their weird captor has gone and they are awaiting their fate in complete surrender and submission and only from time to time they struggle in vain against their tight zipties. Rita has told them that the witch will come and take them and several hours have passed and nothing has happened...And then, they hear an horrible screaming and pearcing laughter...
"Hehehehe. Hihihihi. What do we have there. Three nice and fat and tender longpigs. Moaning and whimpering, hehehehe. That's the way I like it. Oh, I can just smell their cold sweat. Oh that will be feast, a great feast for an old bloodthirsty witch like me. That will be a feast, a very longlasting feast....hehehehe.

"UMMMMPH. MMMMMMMMH. MMMMGGGGG. UMMMMMMMPH"

Well, this night has become quite thrilling for the three noisy press people, much more thrilling than they ever would have expected. And quite probably they might not be able to tell anybody about it...The odds that they may survive their weird adventure are not very good. But they still can hope and pray that the good and allmighty Lord may have mercy with them and save them at the very last moment...

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