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J.A.G.: Mac's Witching Hour

Witchcraft had been growing in popularity as an alternative religion in the past few years. By nature, witches Covens worship nature, and this one operating in Gulfport was no exception to that rule. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie had gone undercover on one such religious group to investigate charges of sexual misconduct against Chief Petty Officer Merker, also the High Priest of the Wiccan conglomeration that was active in Gulfport. The Wiccan also had a large number of military members as practitioners.

To conduct her internal investigation in this matter, Mac would try to infiltrate the Wiccan membership and try to determine if the charges against its high-priest, Chief Petty Officer Merker, could be substantiated.

A female member of the Wiccan accused him of rape and the Judge Advocate General's Office was responsible to investigate the charges and prosecute if the charges could be found to have foundation.

Mac had assumed the identity of a Navy Petty Officer to infiltrate this Witches Coven and investigate the charges undercover. Meanwhile her partner, Commander Harmon Rabb, would conduct a separate investigation openly. During this undercover operation, Lieutenant Bud Roberts and his wife, Harriet, had agreed to take care of her dog Jingo and her apartment.

She had adopted a retired drug search dog some months ago, when she had proven in a court case recently that the dog could no longer function as a drug-sniffing dog. When she heard that the dog would have to be destroyed because a new owner couldn't be found, she took him into her care.

Actually, during the court case in question, its trainer had pointed out that the dog had taken an instant liking to her.

"Not too many people could have done that," he had told her. "He's real picky about people."

So it seemed that the dog had actually picked her as a new master, rather than the other way around.

She had been on the post in Gulfport for over a month now, slowly building relationships with the other witches of the Wiccan. Succinctly letting them know of her interest to learn more about it and how much she would like to be initiated into this unusual religious group.

As most people might have expected, the majority of the Wiccan members were female. But the High-Priest for the gathering was a man by the name of Jonathan Merker. He was a fairly good looking man, which made proving the charges of rape against him that much harder to prove. For despite how well educated people were in this day and age, the belief still persisted that if a man looked good, why would he ever need to rape a woman.

So Mac's mission was to get closer to the man and see if he does anything criminal to get his jollies. It took weeks before she was invited to attend one of their nightly ceremonies. The group consisted of about 20 people, mostly women, and was being conducted outside as with all witchcraft ceremonies. On this night, they were along the shore line of a river.

The group formed a circle around a raging bonfire as the High-Priest, CPO Merker, read off their incantation.

Mac was handed a robe, similar to the ones worn by the other members, and was told to strip before putting it on. Seeing that all of the others were doing just that around her, she began removing her clothing to follow suit.

Her shirt came off first, followed immediately by her bra. Her voluptuous tits bouncing freely now that they were freed from the confining undergarment.

CPO Merker took immediate notice of Mac's endowments. His eyes twinkled as he just gazed at her while she continued stripping out of her clothes. His mouth watered when she bent over to slip off her tight jeans. He couldn't believe how well developed her calves were. He could see her muscles rippling along those slender legs of hers.

'Now that's a woman,' he thought to himself. 'This one must be into fitness big time.'

Mac tried not to pay attention to the others nudity around her, and hoped that they were conducting themselves in a similar fashion.

But within a Coven of witches, nudity was a regular occurrence. Though this nudity was not to be construed as a sexual motive, they couldn't help but admire Mac's firm body as she stripped near them. Everyone there was busily checking out the new arrival to their group.

Some of the regular members were attractive though, she had to admit to herself. Despite her control, the cool night air and all the naked bodies around her got her juices worked up a bit. She could feel her nipples stiffening in her state of arousal.

Peering over to one of the girls next to her, she was gratified to notice that she wasn't the only one feeling this way. In fact, most of the participants to this Pagan ritual were showing definite signs of arousal.

Mac was fascinated by the diversity of the people around her for this Wiccan celebration. She noticed that many young people were there, this didn't surprise her in the least. They younger generation is generally the most likely to try anything new. But many of the members around her were in their late forties, there was even one couple in their late fifties.

Once everyone had donned the ceremonial gown, they reassembled in a circle around the bonfire. CPO Merker resumed his chanting, thanking Mother Earth, the water, the fire and the air around them.

All of these proceedings seemed perfectly innocent as near as Mac could tell. There was no indication of sexuality in what the High-Priest was doing.

"Have the initiates approach," he called out.

This meant herself and two others that were joining this religious following on this night. Keeping up her role as an interested party she stepped forward, standing before the High-Priest.

"On this occasion," he instructed them. "We welcome you into the fold of Mother Earth. And to show that you welcome her embrace, you must now disrobe before us."

Mac wasn't sure if she should follow through with this directive. She considered her situation for a few moments, then came to the conclusion that nothing as yet inappropriate was being asked of her. It wouldn't be like her first time baring herself publicly.

Her fiancé, Commander Brumby of the Australian Navy, had taken her bikini top off at an Australian public beach only a few months ago. That was an experience that shocked her at first, but only a few moments later she was exhilarated by it.

So, she reached up to the shoulder straps holding the ceremonial gown, and pulled them loose. The gown flowed down her naked body, showing off her athletic curves in the shimmering light of the blazing fire.

The High-Priest moved from one initiate to the other. Mac noticed that he would blow some kind of ashen dust in each of the others face. It seemed innocent enough, somewhat like a baptism.

"With this ash, I anoint you," CPO Merker would say aloud. "It is born of the Earth beneath us. The Air around us. And the fire that warms us."

When it came to Mac's turn he repeated the same sermon as with the others. When the ashen dust hit her face she found herself breathing some of it in, which was also intended. She didn't feel any different, so she assumed it to be just as it appeared to be, ash.

"You have just taken your first steps into the fold," he told Mac and the other initiates. "Over the next thirteen nights you will undergo further initiation into the Wiccan. You will find this a rebirth from the old life you thought you had. You will be reborn with the love of Mother Earth."

For the next thirty minutes she found herself dancing and prancing around the bonfire, naked. She found the whole experience liberating. There didn't seem to be any sexual misconduct from the part of the Chief, or any other of the congregation. The ceremony went well into the night. Mac and the other's didn't get back to their quarters until well past 2 AM.

When the ceremony was finally concluded, Mac and the others got dressed and returned to the Naval Base as if nothing unusual had happened.