Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,

O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Thou need na start awa so hasty

Wi' bickering brattle!

I wud be laith to rin an' chase thee,

Wi' murdering pattle! .

Moira lay on her bed and recited the poem to herself over and over until she had all eight verses memorized. It wasn't really necessary to learn it by heart but Moira knew they would be going over it line by line and trying to analyze Burns' thoughts behind the words in literature class at school in the morning.

"That will do for tonight," she said to herself but instead of putting the book away she idly flipped through the pages until it lay open at the tale of Tam O' Shanter. She liked this long tale in verse and could recite parts of it from memory. It took her mind away from the dismal tower block in Glasgow where she lived, to an age and countryside that was very different. Her sympathies were with Tam as he drunkenly rode home at midnight in terrible weather knowing he would be greeted by a

'.sulky sullen dame,

Gathering her brows like gathering storm,

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.'

Moira vainly tried to decide why a man like Tam should want to return home in appalling weather to the inevitable row. Her mind pictured the scene as Tam on his way home was confronted by

'Warlocks and witches in a dance:

Nae cotillion, brent new frae France,

But hornpipes, jigs stathspeys, and reels,

put life and mettle in their heels.

A winnock bunker in the east,

There sat Auld Nick, in shape o' beast;'

"Tap, tap, tap." Moira's reverie was interrupted by an insistent rapping on her bedroom window. How could that be when she was nine floors up in a tower block? Cautiously opening the curtain she was surprised to see a young girl wearing a short shift apparently standing there. The girl beckoned her. Moira unfastened the window lock and tilted the window open. Faintly, traditional pipe music floated through. Still very puzzled and confused but not afraid Moira stared at the girl. She looked old fashioned and the short paisley shift was made of a coarse material. Who was she? How could she stand when the ground was a hundred feet below.

"Hello, I'm Nannie. Come and join us Moira."

"But. but ."

"Come on Moira. You're not the goody-goody girl you pretend to be to others. Be yourself. Enjoy yourself."

"But. I'm not dressed ." Moira looked down at her baby-doll nightdress. The lightweight material was just thick enough to hide her body colour but it was short and with nothing underneath she would only have to bend forward to reveal her crotch.

"You've more than enough on for our party. Come Moira, give into what your mind desires. Have a night to remember and enjoy. It's time for you to stop playing under the duvet and let your body enjoy what it has only imagined." Nannie tossed her curly hair and laughed so infectiously that Moira laughed too. She clasped Nannie's hand slid through the open window into the chill night air.

Without any feeling of fear or foreboding or even of feeling cold, Moira watched the ground below as they flew above it. "How?" she wondered.

As if she read her thoughts, Nannie said, "You are probably wondering where the broomstick is. We don't need them. They are just a myth created by people who have seen the bundle of birch twigs kept in the corner of every witches home and used by the warlocks for warming our bottoms before rogering us or for flogging those who try their religious spells on us."

"What's rogering?"

"Fucking in the terms of today."

"Will I be rogered at this party?" Moira sounded alarmed.

"Of course. Many times I would think. We don't get too many young girls and Nick will certainly want to put his cock in first." Feeling Moira trying to slow down, Nannie turned and spoke quietly. "Don't be afraid. Just relax and enjoy yourself like you imagine yourself doing while in bed at night. I know what you think and do in the darkness, that is why I came for you. No one at this party is able to hide from their real selves. Let your hair down and free up your inhibitions." Placing an arm around the girls shoulders, she gave her a friendly hug, "Come on, we're nearly there. Can you see the fire?"

Moira could and shortly heard the sound of pipe music. Soon she made out the figures dancing to the music. All were naked or nearly so and while some were getting on in years they were not the 'wither'd bedlams, auld and droll, ragwoodie hags that wad spean a foal' that Burns had written about. There seemed to be a wide age range of both male and female dancers and she stared slightly embarrassed at the way the female breasts and the male cocks bounced at each step.

"See what I meant by you having more than enough clothing for this party," Nannie commented as their feet settled on the grass.

Nannie led her around the fire between it and various copulating couples. In the flickering firelight Moira noticed there seemed no logic to the age pairing of the couplings. Old men fucked young girls, elderly ladies had the cocks of youths in them, but there were also pairings of similar age groups. Where she could see them, Moira noticed the bottoms of the ladies seemed a very rosy colour. The reason soon became obvious when they came to a buxom woman in her early thirties kneeling with her arse high in the air. Behind her stood a lad about sixteen wielding a bunch of birch rods. At each stroke the woman groaned but the thrust her arse up again for the next. Pausing to watch for a few moments and feeling herself becoming very wet between her legs, Moira asked Nannie why the woman was being beaten.

"We girls always get our bums warmed before a fuck. Gives you a nice feeling and allows the men to think they are in control."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Of course it does, silly but you have to mix pain with the pleasure that comes after. You'll find out soon enough."

"Why don't the men get warmed up too?"

"Some do, but the men are the bosses the top dogs and at these parties we concur to them. Now enough questions. We must get you to Nick before he gets angry at waiting and really warms our bums. There a great deal of difference between a warming before a fuck and a punishment thrashing." Nannie took Moira's hand and hurried her along.

"Is Auld Nick the same half beast as Burns described?"

"Not so much of your 'Auld' Don't even suggest it to Nick. He is still young in body and very virile and you'll soon see."

Almost immediately Moira stood still, confronted by the sight before her. Seated on a brushwood covered couch and flanked by two naked girls was Nick himself, just as she had pictured him in her imagination. Nick stood and approached them. "Well done, Nannie. You managed to get her."

As she approached them, Moira could see him fully. He did indeed have a hairy body and hair covered legs with hoofed feet surmounted by a bearded head with tousled curly hair and horns. Yet what caught Moira's attention was his erect prick that stood hard and proud against his body. Once before, while on a school camping trip, she'd seen a man with an erection and the vision had stayed with her but the prick in front of her was far, far larger.

"Take off the shift Nannie and lets have a good look at her." Immediately Nannie did as she was asked and removed her own. Moira instinctively tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands but Nannie took hold of her wrists and held them behind her back.

Blushing deeply, Moira uttered "Nooo, please let me go."

"You don't really want that do you Moira. Isn't this what you have thought about many times in the darkness of your bed? To be held naked and then savagely ravaged and raped? How often did you imagine getting a good size cock into your young virgin cunt and yet because of your shyness you failed even to let a boy feel inside your knickers. It is what your mind wanted and tonight it is going to happen."

"Nooo, please let me go," repeated Moira struggling fiercely to free herself from Nannie's grasp. Recalling instructions from her self defence classes at school, she placed a leg between Nannie's and with a quick movement flipped her captor over her hip and sent her sprawling on the grass. Before she could run, the two girls either side of Nick caught and firmly held her.

"You're a feisty bitch," Nannie yelled as she got to her feet but there was laughter in her voice, "but methinks you will pay for it."

"You're right on both counts, Nannie," Nick roared, "Very like you were when you first came here! Bring her here." The two girls brought Moira to Nick and forced her to kneel at his feet. His cock was then level with her face. Not only could she see it in full detail could smell the sexual aroma it gave off. Invisible pheromones caused her body to react, her nipples became erect and her pussy very wet. "Ruth show her how to make her obeisance," Nick ordered one of the girls who knelt alongside.

"When any girl approaches Satan, our Lord who we also call Nick when we are not at a formal occasion, she has to kneel in front of his most illustrious prick as we are doing now, and then take it in her right hand and kiss it six times from the base to the head." Ruth demonstrated. "Then open her mouth and take it in as far as possible and suck on it until, Nick says it is enough. I won't show you that because he just finished giving Jane on the other side of you, a good fucking and although she cleaned him, there is still some juices exuding from the tip and as a newcomer you should have the privilege of savouring it."

With the smell wafting strongly up Moira 's nostrils and the lewd behaviour of Ruth, her sexual system went into overdrive. As instructed she took the devil's prick in her right hand and kissed it the required six times. Further juice leaked from the opening but Moira had no hesitation in placing her mouth over it and licking around the head.

"Do you think it tastes different to man spunk?" asked Jane.

Removing her lips for a few moments Moira replied, "I dunno. I've never tasted any spunk before."

"Okay, that's enough," growled Nick, "Time to get this show on the road. We've a virgin to martyr. Take her to the altar."

Moira looked up, suddenly afraid. "Are they going to kill me as a human sacrifice," she thought.

Satan boomed with laughter when he saw her face. "Dinna worry yersel lass. We want to keep yer body nice and fresh for a long while yet. It's only yer virginity we're going to martyr and we'll do a thorough job of that but ye'll live and we'll get ya back to Glasgow. Thing is we have a special court tonight where we have a couple of devout churchgoers who have been preventing their two daughters from seeing any boys, have not allowed them to go dancing or have any books in the house that are not bibles or religious tracts. We don't mind too much when people have beliefs that are not the same as ours but when they narrowly restrict others from even finding out about us and preventing them from leading a normal healthy life, we have to step in."