“And so does her henchwoman over there!”

A sinister glint appears in your eyes, as you turn your pointing hand towards the back door.

“And so does her henchwoman over there, trying to flee!”

Evellyn, about to step out the door, snaps her head in your direction, before quickly trying to run out the backdoor. She’s not very fast in her state, and couple nearby patrons and one of the barwenches jog after her and pull her back inside, directing her towards the table.

You place Vanessa over the table, ass pointed up on one end and her boobs draped over the edge on the other side. Her legs are flailing just short of the floor, and with her hands restrained she can’t manage to lift herself back up, leaving her to wiggle helplessly on her stomach on the table. Evellyn gets places beside her to her left.

“Time to punish the wicked witches with our righteous palms, isn’t that right fellows?” A wild cheer in anticipation. Vanessa’s panties are already pulled down, and you yank Evellyn’s down to match them. Two buttocks lie before you in wait, and you rear both your arms back, before bringing them down on the outermost cheeks. Your hands land with a loud > smack < eliciting a simultaneous stiffled yelp from the two women and approval from the crowd.

“Come, no need to be shy! Everyone can participate!”