Miss Patriot falls into the lair of a witch

As Miss Patriot opened the door and stepped into the next room the floor felt funny under her feet. Before she realized that there was no floor and it was just a cloth that looked like the floor she fell. Miss Patriot raised her arms above her head so she fell straight and did not injure herself. When she landed she rolled. As the heroine stopped she struggled to her feet. It felt like she was tangled in something stringy and sticky. Miss Patriot tried to pull it off her but she found herself becoming more stuck. She tried to rip it but found the flimsy sticky threads held tight. Then suddenly she heard a feminine voice speaking a unfamiliar language and felt the strands on her arms and legs pull tight, pulling her upright, stretching her arms spread eagled and suspending her a few inches off the floor. Out of the shadows stepped a woman in her late 40’s early fifties that was dressed like a witch.

“Who are you?” Miss Patriot asked, struggling against the web like strands that held her. She watched the woman step closer and noticed that the woman really looked like a witch. She had on a tall black pointed hat. Her hair was dark, she had on a lot of black makeup, and she wore a long black robe like outfit and black boots.

“You can call me the witch.” She said as she approached and looked Miss Patriot up and down.

“The witch?” Miss Patriot would have laughed if she were not bound. “What are you doing here?”

The woman grabbed Miss Patriot’s chin and turned her face so the heroine was staring directly at the woman. “This is my lair. I have not had visitors in a long time.” Releasing Miss Patriot’s chin she ran her finger down over the 25yr old heroine’s large breasts, her fingers rubbing against Miss patriot’s bra cup. “Especially such a pretty guest.”

“I am sorry I disturbed you.” Miss Patriot squirmed against the material holding her, causing her breasts to jiggle. She figured that this woman did not get out much and was not responsible for the robberies. “If you let me go I will leave and let you be.”

“Oh no, I can’t do that.” The woman said, her long fingernail dragging against Miss Patriot’s belly.

“I won’t tell anyone you are here.”

“Its people like you that put me down here.” The woman ranted. “You are always so pretty everyone focuses on you, they ignore everyone else or look down upon us.”

Miss Patriot looked at the woman, she didn’t look unattractive so the heroine was confused by her rant. Maybe if the woman dressed a little nicer she would get the attention she wanted. “If you want, I can help you and then people would see you as being pretty.” Miss Patriot tried.

“No they won’t, not when they find out about my gift.” The woman emphasized the last word as her fingers ran down over the front panel of Miss Patriot’s g-string. “I am going to curse you with the same gift, so that you will know how I feel.” The woman then started to speak in the unintelligible language again.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Miss Patriot said urgently.

As the woman finished speaking her fingertips turned white and a bright ball of energy surged out from her hand and into the crotch panel of Miss Patriot’s g-string. The heroine gasped and threw her head back and she lost all feeling in her body for a few seconds.

“What was that, what just happened?” Miss Patriot asked as she regained her senses.