He lets the young witch go

The young witch sits up slowly. Her knees are still trembling and at this angle Alex can see her neatly trimmed bush. The slimey cum on her face is dripping down her nose and chin but she makes no attempt to wipe it off... or indeed to pull her thong up, which remains down around her knees. Instead, she fixes Alex with her clear brown eyes and holds out her hands, still bound at the wrist.

"Untie me," she says.

Alex hesitates, and gets to his feet. He pulls up his trousers and boxers and buckles his belt, trying not to look at the naked girl covered in his spunk. But it's hard not to.

He sees globules of spunk sticking in her long black hair.

"Untie me," she says again. Slightly more insistently this time.

Alex walks over to the window uncertainly. How had he managed to get himself into this mess? What was he going to do?

"Well," he says finally. "It's not that easy. It's complicated."

"No. It isn't. Untie me, or I'll scream. Then your cute little brunnette friend will come running in and find me smeared in margarine and covered in spunk. How will you explain that to her, exactly?"

"You wouldn't..." The young witch opens her mouth. "No, don't scream! Please."

He sits down fretfully. "What can I tell her?"

"Say you fell asleep, and when you woke up I was gone."

"No. She won't believe that."

"Well, tell her that the knots were loose and I outran you. Look, I don't care! It's your problem, not mine. I've just done my bit. I've just been fucked in the ass, if I remember right! Now untie me, or I scream. I mean it."

He has ****, really. He leans forward and pulls the wires binding her wrists apart. Thin red lines criss-cross her skin. The young witch rubs her wrists and winces.

"Thank you."

She grabs a kitchen tissue from the roll and slowly wipes the spunk from her face and the dripping margarine from her ass crack. The tissue is soon wet and sticky and yellow, and she drops it in the bin. Then she shimmies her thong up her ass, grimacing slightly, and steps into her robe and pulls it up, her slender young body vanishing again its dark folds.

Alex decides to have one last go.

"Please," he says. "Where are my friends?"

She turns around as if to answer him, and he sees a split second too late that she has picked up one of the heavy frying pans from the stove.

Then it hits him in the face, hard, and everything goes black.