Miss Patriot is turned into a nympho breeder

The witch smiled at Miss Patriot. "I just marked you with a very special tattoo. Pull down your thong and take a look at it. Surely you are starting to feel the heat from it?"

Miss Patriot took a peek inside her thong. There, just above her vaginal opening was a glowing orange tattoo. Every time it pulsed, she grew hotter. She looked back up at the witch. "Why?" she asked.

"Because I want to make you mine. I am in need of company. I am in need of a mate. I need to procreate." The witch politely smiled at her as she drew closer to her.

"Procreate?" the startled heroin asked.

"Right now, you're growing more and more fertile as we speak. You're also feeling a need to have sex with me. It's tugging at you, and you won't be able to resist the urge too much longer. I can sense your heat, your desire. I can smell you." The witch inhaled deeply. "You smell delicious!"

Miss Patriot's knees suddenly went weak, and she buckled in a mini orgasm. She knew she had to do something, but what? How could she counteract the witch's mark that was placed upon her? Her mind raced in desperation, only to come up empty. The only choice she might have would be to run away. But could she escape? She knew she had to stall for time. "I'm willing to talk about this, if you remove the mark. AAAUUUGGGHHH!" She cried out as a stronger orgasm hit her.

"No can do!" the witch answered in a sultry voice. "Now be a good girl and take off that silly costume. Then you can help me undress. I have quite a surprise in store for you!"