This is chapter 12 of a longer story. The earlier chapters are available on the pinned post on my profile.

Chapter 12 - The New Coven

Weiss let out a deep breath as he dropped the large duffel bag from his shoulder onto the carpet in front of their hotel room. The entire floor of the hotel was empty, Therica having used her magic to book out every room when they arrived in London. It gave them plenty of privacy within the city limits without attracting too much attention. It had been a rough trip home, Therica wasn’t just damaged physically from her altercation with the demon, she was somehow drained magically. What little energy she had left had to be used to shield them from magical detection, since there was no doubt Toranos already had his minions out searching for them.

Weiss was also saddened to learn that the crystal he had used to transport Josephine earlier wasn’t working anymore. Therica guessed that it had run out of magical charge, though she could probably restore it later when she had more strength. This meant Weiss had to haul his new prize home the old fashioned way. He could finally relax now that they were safe in the building, which Therica had set up earlier with more permanent anti–detection spells. The blonde witch, who since being enthralled had always looked pristine and invigorated no matter how Weiss treated her, now looked tired and worn down. She didn’t have the magic to refresh herself like she normally would, and so bruises covered her body, poorly hidden by the plain black dress she wore, a frock that wouldn’t earn them unwanted attention on the London streets.

“Time for a family reunion.” Weiss announced, as Therica dispelled the magical traps securing the door. It swung open and there was Milana, in the exact position they had left her, if not in the same state. She was a red, sweaty mess, her eyes wide and her body strained from hour after hour of sexual torture. She had long since given up on fighting the lattice of magical energy that kept her in place, allowing it to hold her in the arched position, drool pouring down her face and chest. She looked at Weiss with wild desperation, only a trace of anger left amidst a sea of pathetic submission.

“Eeaaaauu!” She moaned out, the lattice still wrenching her jaw open. The intention was clear, she was begging to be released. Without magic, Weiss had never been able to inflict this kind of sustained torture on Therica, and he could see the result. Milana’s mind had been pushed almost to the breaking point, the magic forcing her to cum before plunging her into pain, over and over again with no reprieve.

“Get her down.” He said to Therica, who obediently waved her hand, breaking the rune on the floor. The beam holding Milana in the air quickly dissipated and she fell straight to the floor with a thud, taking the wind out of her. The lattice remained intact, as did her gag, but she let out a deep sigh of relief as the vibrations inside her body finally subsided. As Milana caught her breath, Therica collapsed into an armchair on one side of the enormous room. She closed her eyes immediately, entering some kind of trance state. Weiss didn’t feel too energised himself, the last 24 hours had been an ordeal quite unlike any he had faced in his life. He knew he needed rest just as much as Therica did, but that didn’t bother him as much as it might’ve before. The mission to steal Josephine, despite its apparent success, had left him badly shaken. On the long walk back to the hotel, he had come to realise just how brazen his recent actions had been, stealing from the covenstead, trying to negotiate with a creature from a world he didn’t understand.

Now was the time to stop and reassess, take stock of what he had and consolidate his position. Any further moves against the coven could wait until he was on a surer footing. He knelt and opened up the duffel bag, pulling it down around Josephine’s body, the newly liberated witch hogtied and gagged with rope. She looked at him furiously, before seeing Milana also bound in front of her. The reality of the situation seemed to dawn on her as she stopped struggling and screaming into the gag, a look of horror appearing on her face.

“Say hello to your sister, she’s almost as big a stupid whore as you are.” Weiss said, grabbing Josephine’s bright red hair and yanking it up, his other hand lifting her by the rope and pulling her over to Milana.

“Therica, arrange these two for me.” He ordered his accomplice. Therica nodded and stood up, opening her eyes, but to his surprise she only took a step towards them before she collapsed onto the floor, her eyes closed again. She was still breathing, but it seemed like she had finally hit her limit.

“Oh well, looks like we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.” He mused. As he went to take his belt off and get comfortable, his hand came to rest on the hilt of the magical sword he had stolen from the dragon’s lair. He felt it pulsating with power, sending its psychic emotions to him. There was a kind of respect, or pride, directed towards him from the blade, and he couldn’t help but smile as he lifted it up.

“Alright… Perhaps you want to see what it looks like when I take my reward.” He said.

***

The sword stood upright, skewered into the mattress of the hotel room’s huge four poster bed, the brilliant gemstones encrusted in the handle pulsing with light, flicking back and forth almost like it was surveying its surroundings. It had watched Weiss delicately prepare the two witches he had captured, binding their arms and legs tightly with rope so they couldn’t cast spells, then inserting some kind of diamond shaped pendant into the new one’s mouth, matching what the other already had. With their arms bound and the pendants stuck to their tongues, the witches couldn’t cast any spells, leaving them helpless as Weiss rigged them up. They were both lying naked on their sides, backs pressed against each other, with several lengths of rope wrapped around them. One was around their waists, another around their necks, pulled extra tight. Their arms ran up to the headboard where they were tethered in place, unable to move.

This left their asses sitting sideways at the foot of the bed, one leg each pulled up and bound to their chests with a combined harness that dug into their tits and looped under the knee. The other legs were pulled straight up into the air, their ankles tied together at the top and bound to the panel above them, with an extra length tied tight at the top of their thighs. This contorted their bodies painfully and presented their perfect asses together in a tightly bound package, their legs spread apart and holes completely on display.

Weiss stood naked before the bed and before the two bound witches, clutching their legs in the middle and pounding Milana’s pussy relentlessly, slamming himself into her like she was just a piece of meat for him to take out his frustrations on. The brunette grunted loudly with each thrust, but tried to keep her composure as her body was used, her mind too worn out from her earlier ordeal to offer any words. Josephine lay there glaring at him with a look of utter fury, her tits bouncing up and down in time with Milana’s. She had already offered all the threats and promises of brutal revenge she could think of while he was setting them up, so now she just stared. Eventually Weiss pulled out of Milana and brought his cock over a few inches to Josephine, her pale ass just as much a thing of beauty as her sister’s, just as round and tighter, if a little slimmer. Her perfect little plump pussy was on display for him, a tuft of red hair just above it. As he brought his thumb in between her folds and pressed in she opened her mouth.

“Go any further and I will make sure you suffer for all eternity.” She said gravely, continuing to stare him down. He just smiled as placed the tip of his dick against her before slowly sliding himself in. She closed her eyes in shame, defiled by a human, bound like a piece of meat to her sister. Nothing else was said as he started fucking her, enjoying himself with long, slow thrusts, slipping a finger inside Milana and playing with her as well.

***

“You don’t know what you’re doing, human. You’ll suffer a fate far worse than death when the coven finds you.” Josephine spoke slowly, trying to make her words as clear as possible with the pendant piercing her tongue. Weiss just chuckled to himself.

“Do you know how many times Therica tried that one? It didn’t stop me then, and that was before I had a witch on my side.” As he spoke he made tiny circles with his fingers, gently massaging Josephine’s clit against her will. He was sitting on a wide couch with his legs spread, Josephine tucked in between them, her back leaning against his chest. Her legs were bound with a single length of rope wrapped around each knee and looped up over her neck, spreading them apart and keeping them up against her torso. Her arms were bound and folded up neatly behind her.

Weiss’ other hand was gripping Milana’s hair, forcing her face into Josephine’s crotch. The redhead grimaced as her sister’s lips pressed against her asshole. Milana was still totally bound up with rope, and seemed oddly pacified. Josephine wasn’t exactly a stranger to humiliation, having just spent time in the captivity of a dragon, but at least the dragon was a mythical creature of enormous power. This was just a human, and he had captured three of them! Perhaps it was her recent experience with captivity that made her more willing to face the reality of the situation, keeping a calm demeanour as she spoke.

“What is it you want? You have half our coven already, the coven mother will trade anything for us. You must already know what we could do for you; Fame, fortune, women. You can’t just mean to humiliate us.” She said. Weiss smiled, pulled Milana back and delivered a soft kick to the brunette witch’s shoulder, knocking her onto her side, her flawless body crossed with many lengths of tight rope. He then slipped his middle finger into Josephine’s pussy, grabbing her tightly by the crotch, his other arm wrapping around her shoulder, slipping his thumb between her full, round lips.

“Who says I can’t mean to humiliate you? Though I suppose you’re right, I don’t just mean to humiliate you. I’ll soon have your whole coven, including Amelia. Then the real fun can begin. Just imagine it, all of you whores naked and enthralled, servicing my every need…” Weiss said, almost whispering into Josephine’s ear. She felt sick, but couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t just add to the degradation with his thumb in her mouth. It was Milana who spoke next.

“Amelia will destroy you when she finds out.” She said, but before he could answer, a ball gag flew across the room and lodged itself in her mouth, buckling itself up tight. Therica stepped over her body a second later, dressed once again in her black witch uniform, though still looking somewhat worse for wear.

“Apologies master, I should have been here to help you welcome Josephine. I’m still very weak though, I think it will take me some time to regain my strength.” She said softly.

“That’s alright, why don’t you come and say hello to her now?” Weiss answered, taking his thumb out of the witch’s mouth and holding her head still, pointing it at Therica. Josephine steeled herself, trying to maintain a look of quiet dignity as Therica stepped up to them and climbed onto Weiss’ lap, sandwiching the redhead in between them. She leaned in and kissed her deeply, moaning as she reached up and played with Jospehine’s boobs, squeezing them and massaging the nipples. Weiss was getting hard again. He pushed Therica down until her head was between Josephine’s legs, and obediently she started eating her sister out, massaging her clit with her tongue.

Weiss shifted his body and lifted his newest captive up a little, taking his cock and guiding it to her asshole. Tears sprung into the redhead’s eyes as her ass was stuffed by his member and he started to rock her back and forth. She said nothing as she was used like a cheap whore again, Therica’s tongue sending disgusting waves of pleasure through her body while his cock skewered her insides. Soon, with Therica’s help, her hips were grinding on top of him, and she could tell he was close.

“Are we safe here for the time being? Even with Toranos’ agents looking for us.” Weiss asked between moans. Therica pulled back from Josephine’s pussy just long enough to answer.

“Oh yes, I was very thorough. If we don’t draw any attention to ourselves it will take them a long, long time to find us.”

“Excellent, then our plan is clear. We wait here until our nectar of the blood moon matures. You’ll have plenty of time to get reacquainted with your sisters, and I’ll have plenty of time to plan our next move.”

“Very… Good… Master…” Therica said between careful movements of her tongue. Josephine was filled with dread at what she heard, but her body was betraying her. Therica knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to put where. She strained every muscle in her abdomen but it was no good, a few gentle licks later and she felt an orgasm overwhelm her. After staying silent for so long she finally let out a scream, flexing every muscle in her body, including her asshole, which squeezed Weiss’ cock tightly and pushed him over the edge. She stared straight up at the ceiling in rage and humiliation while her ass was pumped full of his seed and his fingers dug into her tits. It was going to be a long couple of months.

***

Weiss gently lifted up a red petal on one of the tiny flowers growing by the window, hoping that the slight lilt wasn’t a bad sign. They sat in neat rows of ten, five deep, that being as many as could be replanted from the seeds Milana had cultivated in Russia. They weren’t normal plants, the seeds were magically altered in some way, and apparently very difficult to produce.

“It’s not an ideal place to grow them, but they will mature soon.” Therica said softly, stepping up behind Weiss. Even weeks after their daring escape from Toranos, she was still greatly weakened. In Weiss’ experience, a witch’s magic was essentially limitless under normal circumstances, but now Therica could only manage a few simple spells or one complex spell before having to rest.

“Every day we spend here is another day for Toranos to track us down. And another day that the rest of the coven might find out something is wrong.” He said. Therica leaned in and kissed his neck tenderly, running her hands down either side of his bare torso.

“You need not worry, we’re safe here. The nectar will mature when the blood moon comes and we’ll have enough for both of them. And me. We will be finished long before Toranos finds us.” She answered softly.

“And Amelia?” He asked.

“Witches conduct their affairs over years, not months. Even if for some reason the coven mother tries to make contact with any of us, she would not be expecting a quick reply.” She said reassuringly.

“Perhaps squeezing my sisters a little tighter will take your mind off things, I’m confident that they have more information to give if we get a little more creative with their torture.” She added deviously. Weiss turned around and looked back into the bedroom, where his two newest prizes were currently being held. They both knelt in front of each other on the bed, completely naked as they almost always were now, their knees touching. Their lips were locked together as they passionately made out, their arms bound with rope behind their backs in brutally tight reverse prayer.

What kept them so obedient were the two glowing runes on the walls behind each of them, emitting blue beams of magic that struck them in the small of the back, creating lattices of energy that formed harnesses around their bodies, much like the magic that kept Milana occupied while Weiss and Therica were away. This was a little more sophisticated though, the magic slowly turned from blue to red as time passed, and the harness slowly became more painful, getting tighter and eventually delivering a nasty shock that would leave them writhing in pain. Only, the more the girls made out with each other and put on a good show, the more the pain was delayed. Never fully deferred, but delayed.

It took a few cycles before they played along, but once they did they realised the humiliation was worth it, there was no point trying to save face. To add to the indignity, the harnesses again formed magical protrusions that sat deep inside their holes, buzzing with careful precision, and only when their lips touched each other. Eventually one of them would cum and lose focus, causing both of them to be plunged into punishment and the pleasure would become fiery pain as the harnesses turned bright red.

“No, they’ll tell us everything we need once they’re turned. What’s the rush? Although the performance is looking a little lackluster, why don’t you turn up the heat just a bit?” He suggested. Therica gave a wicked grin and nodded, before storming into the room.

“Come on you sluts! The master wants a show!” She yelled, adjusting the runes on the walls to increase the intensity of the beams. Milana and Josephine stared at the blonde with unbridled fury, before the beams turned red and they both fell and writhed in pain, worse than any that had come yet. When it finally subsided, they quickly dived at each other, Milana landing on top of Josephine as they kissed again, swirling their tongues around each other’s mouths and grinding their bodies together, thighs digging into crotches. Weiss looked on with great satisfaction, amazed at what Therica could make them do without enthralling them at all.

“I’ll almost miss this once we have them enthralled.” He said. Therica just smiled and knelt down in front of him, noticing his dick was getting hard.

“Just wait till we have the rest of them.” She said, bringing his member into her mouth as he watched the show

***

In the proceeding weeks Josephine and Milana slowly became worn down, almost docile, in the face of the hardships they endured at Weiss’ (and Therica’s) hands. They knew there was no use pointlessly struggling and screaming, so for the most part they remained still and took their torment well. Now, however, they were struggling more than they did during their first days of captivity. Both of them were kneeling on wooden chairs in the middle of the room, facing the backrest and bent over it, with their asses sticking up in the air. Their wrists were bound tightly to the chair legs at the bottom, and their legs secured to the seat. Therica had worn herself out harvesting and preparing the nectar of the blood moon, and now it was up to Weiss to finish the job.

The chairs rocked from side to side as he stood behind the bound beauties and held up the syringe full of the red liquid. Their muffled screams into their ball gags filled the room, but they weren’t going anywhere. Milana was first, Weiss gave her round ass a final hard slap with his palm before holding it still, then bringing the syringe in and injecting her with just a small dose of the nectar. Therica had explained that when delivered straight to the bloodstream much less was needed, and since supply was short they would have to be efficient. Milana closed her eyes and wept silently, knowing she was having her last free thoughts. Josephine struggled right up to the end, before she too was jabbed in her snow white ass and given her dose. Both witches had already received their first shot a day earlier, and so Weiss stood back and waited, watching as their struggling slowly subsided. Tepidly, he walked around to face them, the women hanging over the chairs with blank expressions on their faces. They looked back at him with an idle curiosity, waiting for him to speak.

“Ladies, from here on out you are my allies. You will obey my every command and do your best to protect me from harm. You will join me in my mission to capture the rest of your coven, and you will relish in the accomplishment of that mission, and in humiliating and degrading your sisters. I am your master, understood?” Weiss said, unable to hold back a smile. Almost in unison, their faces lit up in happiness, sitting there bound and gagged. They both nodded. Weiss beamed in satisfaction, though he wasn’t about to untie them before Therica could confirm the nectar had worked. She had overexerted herself and was passed out in bed. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long before she awoke.

***

Weiss couldn’t suppress the smile on his face as he stood back and admired the fruits of his labour. His prizes stood before him obediently, arms behind their backs, legs spread slightly, expressions serious, but contented.

“Today, my pets, is a very important day. Today marks the beginning of the end of the Andromeda coven, as you are no longer witches of that old order. Today you join your new coven, the Buchanan coven, and you commit to your mission of uniting your sisters once again and completing our ranks.” Weiss said with sincerity. He first stepped up to Therica, who was dressed in her usual immaculate uniform, though her face still showed signs of exhaustion.

“The name Nembus is dead. You are now Therica the Betrayer, the first of your sisters to turn. Your loyal service will not be forgotten.” He said, reaching up and caressing her cheek. She smiled.

“Yes master, I am ready to serve the Buchanan coven.” She said softly. Weiss nodded approvingly before stepping across to the next witch. Milana stood straight, the marks of her torment in captivity gone and her former immaculate beauty restored. She had her own outfit on now that matched Therica’s but played to her own physicality. It was a tight black dress that cupped her tits at the front, pushing them up nicely, the bottom of it hugging her ass in a tight pencil skirt. The back had a deep cutout that extended so far down it showed the top of her ass crack, yet there were no straps, the material magically staying in shape against her body. Instead of the swirling silvery veil that accompanied Therica’s outfit, Milana’s dress had the same otherworldly material falling down to her feet in skirts, extended from the bottom of the dress, her bare legs still visible. A frilly black choker completed the ensemble, as well as a black witch’s hat that matched Therica’s.

“You are now Milana, the Eastern Whore, named for the backwaters I found you in.” Weiss announced. Milana smiled.

“I am ready to serve, master.” She said, folding her arms. Weiss then moved to his newest addition, Josephine standing to attention just like the others. Her hair was curled into ringlets that fell about her pale shoulders, her lips painted a deep red to contrast with her almost snow white complexion. Her outfit showed the most skin of the three of them, a black miniskirt sitting at her waist that barely covered her ass cheeks, a matching thong just visible underneath. On top there was a deep black corset that hugged her tightly, propping up her bust with a generous display of cleavage, the magical fabric hugging her skin just above her nipples.

“And finally, Josephine the Worthless, the only one of you stupid enough to get captured before I even arrived.” Weiss said. Josephine nodded sincerely.

“I am ready to be of use, master.” She said. Weiss clapped his hands together in satisfaction.

“Now there’s just one more thing, Therica, get ready. You two, turn around and bend over.” He continued, motioning to Milana and Josephine for the second instruction. The two witches did as they were told, sticking their asses up at him while Therica smiled and cast a spell, the tips of her fingers on one hand turning bright red.

“Very good, now do it just like I told you.” He commanded Therica, who took her fingers to the small of Milana’s back and started firing a small, precise beam of magical energy onto her skin. Milana groaned in pain, clearly trying to hold it back but failing. Weiss watched with delight as the blonde burned a symbol into her sister’s back in red lines, just above her ass. When Milana’s was finished she moved onto Josephine, then Milana was able to turn around and do the same to Therica. A few minutes later, all three witches had an ornate cursive ‘B’ for a tramp stamp, marking them as his property. As the red lines faded to black, Therica assured him it would be permanent.

***

“Okay report, what’s the situation out there?” Weiss demanded, having just sent his new recruits out for reconnaissance. He sat on the couch with his legs spread, all three witches kneeling before him and taking turns sliding their lips over his cock. Milana pulled back for a moment to speak, grabbing Therica by the hair and forcing her down, making the blonde choke on his meat.

“Toranos’ agents scour the city for us, but we aren’t close to being detected. We shouldn’t have any difficulty fleeing England undetected but you should know that he won’t give up. Sooner or later you will have to face him, it’s either that or go into deep hiding. Dragons don't forgive, and they don't forget.” She explained.

“We only need to evade him for a time. Once we’ve captured the others we can face him in the open and settle any old scores. He can clean out the covenstead for all I care. Now what about your sisters? Do you know anything Therica doesn't?” Weiss said. Josephine answered him next, taking her lips off his balls, Milana taking her spot right away.

“We’ve pooled our information but there are still large gaps. It doesn’t help that I’ve been trapped in a bubble for the last four years. Your encounter at the covenstead tells us that Florence is in active communication with the coven mother, and there’s only a few possible explanations. One is that Florence is usurping Mirabella as the first sister, but that wouldn’t be finalised until our next meeting in three years, at the earliest, and as far as we know there’s no reason why Amelia would sanction such a thing. Another possibility is that something has gone wrong with Florence’s mission and she needed to contact the coven mother for assistance, but as you can imagine it would have to be something major. I was captured by a dragon and that wasn’t pressing enough that it couldn’t wait until the next meeting.” Josephine explained, Weiss trying his best to listen while he was being pleasured.

“Very good. Speaking of missions, what were your missions? What is the coven trying to accomplish?” Weiss asked. Josephine and Milana switched again without a word, someone always servicing him while the other talked. Therica meanwhile was still forced all the way down to the hilt with Milana holding her there, her face now bright red. It was interesting how the newly enthralled witches seemed to take initiative and extra pleasure in tormenting Therica, even though Weiss hadn't told them to. Perhaps they were expressing a subconscious anger at her betrayal.

“Our missions were all essentially the same; To gain power and influence at the highest levels of various governments. We were sent to target economically vulnerable nations, but only Amelia and perhaps Mirabella know why.” Milana said.

“So you were just establishing yourselves… You seemed to be making progress in Russia, but the revolution must have upset your plans. Did you have a hand in that?” Weiss asked, after thinking for a moment.

“No, I was sent there in the wake of the chaos to get a foothold. And I was making good progress.” She answered. Weiss laughed at this.

“Well, look at you now. Sorry to interfere with the grand plan, whatever it is.” He said, grabbing her by the choker and yanking her up to face him, leaning in and burying his tongue in her mouth. She moaned deeply and ground Therica’s mouth tighter over his dick, leaning into him so her breasts pressed up against his shoulder.

“There is… One more thing… You should consider… Master…” Josephine added, while sucking on his balls.

“Tell me.” He said, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her up as well, tonguing her just as he had Milana, leaving Therica to choke on his shaft alone. He pulled the redhead back and she continued.

“We should find a more permanent way to enthrall ourselves. We can grow enough nectar of the blood moon to keep us in this state, and though it becomes more permanent the more you dose us, it will never be so deep that Amelia won’t be able to override it.” She explained. Weiss raised an eyebrow.

“Amelia can dispel the enthrallment? Therica, why didn’t you tell me this?” He demanded, pulling the blonde off his cock suddenly, letting her take a deep breath as he held her up by her hair, drool pouring out of her mouth.

“I am sorry master. I wasn't aware it could be undone.” She panted. Weiss just clicked his tongue and shook his head, before throwing her down to the ground.

“Josephine, punish your sister for her incompetence. And tell me how we can make this permanent.” He said, grabbing Milana and spinning her around to face the others. He yanked her dress down at the back to reveal her bare ass, before pulling her onto his cock, penetrating her asshole straight to the hilt, making her moan loudly.

“Gladly.” Josephine answered, turning to Therica who was about to beg for mercy before a ball gag flew across the room and strapped itself into her mouth. Apparently eager to pay Therica back for all the torture she inflicted on her, Josephine wasted no time in casting a spell to summon dozens of black magical bands around the blonde witch’s body, leaving her immobilized, ankles and wrists bound together. She then tore away her outfit in a second. With a wave of her hand another black band appeared over her face, covering her eyes.

“It will probably take a combined effort from the three of us… And a lot of time…” Josephine started to explain, pausing to cast another spell, summoning a large anal hook that she forced into Therica’s asshole, making her groan into her gag. Weiss knew she was weak and needed time to recover, but watching her being tormented by her own sisters was too good to pass up.

“We’ll need more resources too, Therica and Milana’s grimoires won’t provide enough information to create a permanent spell. Toranos still has my grimoire, so we’ll need to either raid the covenstead or capture one of the others first.” Josephine continued, taking a length of rope from nearby and tethering it between Therica’s hair and the anal hook, before pulling it brutally tight, bending her torso back and making her scream into the gag. She wasn't afraid to play rough, knowing exactly how much punishment a witch’s body could take.

“Going back to the covenstead is risky, we could easily run into Amelia again. How would you three fare against her in a fight, with the element of surprise?” Weiss asked, leaning back as Milana ground her ass into his crotch, her hands on her knees. The brunette answered him while Josephine buried her face into Therica’s pussy, reaching up and pinching her nipples hard.

“Not well. The coven mother is powerful, for a decent chance at beating her you’ll need all our sisters.” She moaned, reaching down to play with her clit while she rode his cock.

“Then the covenstead is out of the question, we can’t risk detection if we’re likely to lose in a fight. That only leaves one option, since Florence is in active communication with Amelia, we need to go after Mirabella. He said.

“Even Mirabella will be difficult for us to locate and subdue, master. She is also a very powerful witch.” Milana said.

“Well then we better get started. Come tomorrow, we’re leaving England for America, where we’ll begin our search.” He announced, Milana starting to bounce harder and faster on his cock, and Therica squirming more against her bindings while Josephine ate her out. Seconds later, the orgy reached a crescendo, with Weiss unloading in Milana’s ass and Therica being overcome by orgasm, before Jospehine clenched her fist and tightened every binding around her body, making her writhe in pain as she came.

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