The Black Whitch

The three girls stood upright, arms against their sides, their delicious nude bodies illuminated by candlelight. Helpless in their enchanted state, the girls could not move.

Melecia, the Black Whitch, had caught each of them in her web. The first, Sarah, daughter of a blacksmith, was entrapped by the vines of the dark forrest. A pretty redhead with small tits but a superb bottom, she had deep green eyes.
The second, Joanne, sister of a soldier, was a petite brunette, small and adorably cute, with lips which had an obvious use, and deep brown eyes. She was captured by Melecia herself, transforming herself into a boy and upon embracing her, taking her will with a kiss.
The third, Mary, had the stature and baring of a princess, tall with long legs and long golden hair. Capturing Mary was simplicity itself, Melecia "generously" gave her a ring, which the girl foolishly put on, teleporting herself to a cage.

Dressed in black cloak, collar, stockings, with her thighs exposed, she wore a dark crimson corset, lined with symbols of dark magic. Her male servants had shaved each of the girls pussies before they were bought to the Mistress herself.

The Mistress surveyed the girls, then smiled, her eyes narrowing. She made gestures with her fingers, pointing at Joanne and Sarah.

The girls sighed.

She raised her fingers, Sarah whimpered, Joanne moaned. How was she doing this? She was standing several feet away, yet was reaching their intimate parts.

"On your hands and knees, asses up and legs open, my pretties."

The three positioned themselves on all fours. Melecia allowed them to think, all the more fun to watch them struggle with their loss of control.

She picked up her wand, a gleaming silver rod, glowing at the tip. Holding it horizontally she thrust it forward.

"OOOOOOHHH!" Screamed Mary, Joanne, and Sarah in unison.

They felt every inch of the rod, screaming and groaning.

Melecia thrust forward the magical instrument, fucking all three girls simultaneously.

The Black Witch fucked them, over and over, but cruelly denied them orgasm.

Hers to do with as she pleased, they would be her playthings and her dark servants. Their minds and, more importantly, their pussies, would serve her well.