Ch 72. More Games

Totally powerless and under my control, the almighty witch Ethel sits on the floor, her back pressed against a wooden beam. Wrapped around the beam, my belt holds her hands together, the iron buckle touching her wrists.

A few nails are protruding from the wood, sticking out around her hands. I’ve placed them in such a way as to not harm her, just to touch her enough to make sure she doesn't move.

I have to admit, I don't feel like the greatest person right now. I've never liked mistreating women, no matter the circumstances. But Ethel is a perfect example of why exceptions exist.

She looks small and vulnerable, but also intensely sensual. She's trembling slightly, and her lips are pursed, trying to show us her indignation.

Her nightgown is ripped open over her chest, exposing her pale, soft tits. The red outline dotting her tattoos seems to sparkle brightly under the candlelight. Her legs are parted, no shyness in letting us see her cunt through the red lace.

I take a step toward
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