ASS: Yennefer. After a hard battle, my team and I manage to inhibit the powers of all the witches with blessed collars. Now I sit on the throne of one of the two coven leaders and study the chained beauties before me, some resigned, some enraged. Among them is Yennefer, the raven-haired witch who more than any other has tried to fight and resist. A lover of freedom, even now she hasn’t lost her cockiness. Her empty threats soon tire me: a knee to her belly cuts off her breath and forces her to bend over long enough for me to lower her pants and position myself behind her. Holding her by the shoulders I penetrate her without doing anything to make the experience pleasurable for her. The gag stifles her cries as her sisters beg me to let her go. In full enjoyment, I continue sodomizing her and squeezing her neck with one arm. I let her fall to the ground only after I cum inside her, putting her ass up to show them all my dripping semen.

MOUTH: Triss. The humiliation suffered by Yennefer affects the coven, and many witches seem to shrink before my eyes. As the young woman falls to the side and begins to tremble, her companion Triss asks my permission to assist her. I grant it: Misa unhooks the red witch’s chains, and she runs alongside her companion. Because of the collar, the most she can do is carry her companion to her lap and stroke her head, trying to hearten her. I also study the situation: Yennefer is in shock, but she is fine; at best her last days will be marked by some pain in her buttocks. I grab Triss by the hair and turn her toward me. I have done as asked, I tell her, and now I expect something in return. Triss lets slip a cry of disgust, but then opens her mouth to suck my penis. I let her do it freely-she has an amazing technique, certainly over the years she has satisfied many men. Only when I’m about to cum do I hold her head still so that she does not pull away. My cum fills her mouth and she rolls her eyes upward. I advise her to drink it all if she doesn’t want to soil her friend’s face still on her lap, and she meekly obeys.

HANDS: Witch. After the witches have been locked in the dungeon, I entrust Celestia th the first watch and the others with the task of scouring the base for valuables. I retreat to the room of one of the prisoners in search of rest, but shortly thereafter I’m informed that the purple-haired witch wishes to see me. Little or nothing is known about her, but she’s said to be an incredibly lustful witch, and indeed I noticed how she watched me while I played with Triss and Yennefer. I have her taken to my room and we remain alone. The witch bites her lips as she rolls her long hair in her fingers, her eyes full of desire. I make her sit on my lap and she unbuttons my pants, pulling out my cock and beginning to play with it. My hands tighten around her large breasts, massaging and rotating them. The witch indulges in pleasure and reciprocates by skillfully using her hand around my member. I sink my head into her hair sniffing it and then move on to nibble her neck and ears while one hand stimulates her cunt. This combination of pleasure and pain intoxicates her senses and eventually we cum together.

BDSM: Lisa. I’m interrupted by Morticia: she tells me that I should see something. A little annoyed, I chain the witch to the bed and follow her. She takes me to the library and opens a secret passage in the wall that leads to a small room full of forbidden tomes and documents. Looking around I discover that in charge of the library is Lisa, whom I quickly have picked up. When I explain to her that I will take those books away with me, the witch loses her good girl mask and tries to rebel. The air around her becomes charged with electricity, and for a moment I’m afraid she might break free from the collar, but soon after, the girl’s power backfires, stunning her. Although I’m relieved, I don’t like that these witches might think they have a chance of breaking free. While she’s still confused I tear off her robe exposing her breasts and put her on her knees blocking her wrists and ankles. With a flexible stick I torment her breasts until she begs for forgiveness. When her breasts are totally red and her cheeks are streaked with tears, I tell her that I will take those books with me but that I won’t give them to the church so they won’t be destroyed. She looks relieved and agrees to be taken back to the dungeon by crawling. With the help of my team I tie her to a pillar holding her legs wide open and her mouth blocked by a ballgag. As her companions look on in horror, I shove the purple-haired witch’s staff up her ass and leave it there as a message.

3SOME: Arachne and Medusa. I spend the night hugging the witch chained to my bed using her breasts as a pillow. I can’t sleep: I only thinks about the possibility of witches more powerful than Lisa being able to free themselves. I must extinguish the last hopes in them. The next morning I gather them all in the main hall and sit in front of them holding close the two sisters in charge of the coven, Medusa and Arachne. They are kneeling, their heads under my feet; they growl angrily as I humiliate them by slapping them in turn. The real game begins when I pull Medusa up by her braid and, keeping her locked in a full nelson, begin to fuck her, ordering her sister to help me pleasure her. Initially enraged, the snake witch soon falls victim to this double stimulus, ending up babbling nonsense until she squirts on her sister. Arachne, a woman of great class, tries to clean herself up as best she can, but soon has to go back to dealing with me. After getting Medusa back on the floor, I tell the spider witch to massage my cock with her big tits and lick the tip. When I’m charged up again, I end the game by bending Arachne over her sister while I fuck her ass from behind. After coming on her white back, I reside on the throne and rest my feet on the witch I just fucked, thus decreeing my superiority.

ALL: Scarlet Witch. Throughout the day we prepare the necessities for departure. I choose to spend the night with the redhead Scarlet, one of the most powerful witches in this region. Despite her strength, it seems that she, too, has given up. Placed on top of me, the witch rides me fiercely, following my orders to the letter. My hands clasp hers and help her keep her balance and move as I wish. After a long ride I tip her over by putting her under me to anally fuck her pronebone. The witch shows her most hidden side, enjoying her submissive role and moaning like a little bitch when I put her hair in her mouth and pull it like a bridle. I finish by bringing her to her knees and cumming on her face while she’s still making obscene noises. The powerful Scarlet is now just my plaything.

TITS: Tharja. It’s the day of departure. Some witches are loaded into the cages behind the wagons, others are forced to follow us on foot. The only one who gets preferential treatment is the mysterious Tharja, whom I make sit next to me. I need someone to entertain me without being annoying, and this silent witch with huge breasts seems to be the best choice. For the duration of the trip I keep my penis warm between her breasts while my fingers play with her hair or slip into her anus.

GANGBANG: Bayonetta. Around lunchtime we stop at a roadside inn. As we eat we are joined by five men. One of them tells me he’s the father of a boy killed by Bayonetta and begs me to allow him to take revenge. I decide that after all it makes no difference to anyone that I grant him what he wants, as long as the witch does not die. The man thanks me as I pull Bayonetta out of the cage and throw her into his arms. Despite her physical strength, the woman is overwhelmed by the five assailants who immediately rip her clothes off and shove their cocks into every available hole, laying her on top of one of them and fucking her while hurling insults and indecencies at her. I am invited to join them and soon find myself fucking her mouth while behind the revenge-seeking father thrusts his clenched fist into her ass. When almost everyone is on the edge, the youngest of the group grabs Bayinetta’s very long hair and, pushing her head forward with one foot, cuts it off with a sharp swing of his sword, waving it up like a trophy. The woman looks at me with hatred, but she does not have time to say anything because she is thrown to the ground and held down with her feet by the five men as they masturbate and cover her with semen. The woman now has not even any clothes left, so I have to carry her naked and dirty for the rest of the trip.

I reach the capital, where everything is ready for the ritual and celebrations. Three pyres have already been set up while another is being prepared. We advance surrounded by an agitated crowd; a bishop leads the way reciting prayers and blessings. I don’t care to stay, but the girls want to witness the rite and participate in the subsequent feast, and I don’t feel like denying them this pleasure after having so much fun with the witches. I stay all night on the sidelines with beers watching them have fun.