Nope!

You struggle and twist with all your might as the wicked witch yanks your length, but the vines just seem to get tighter. You try to yell angrily about the unfairness of it, but the vines fat leaves plugging your mouth reduce your curses to mumbles.

Noticing your rage and flushed face, Auroa smiles innocently at you as she jacks your throbbing rod and asks -

"Oh, are you unhappy, my lovely?"

The leaves pull out of your mouth to allow you to answer.

"Fuck yeah I am!" you sputter, furious, "This is totally unfair, you never gave me a chance you bitch!"

Her expression of mock concern darkens to real anger as her hand slows and squeezes your cock painfully.

"How rude," she says coldly, "I don't think you deserve the pleasure of such an enjoyable defeat after all."

She lets go of your dick and takes a step backwards. Holding her hands up in the air, she wiggles her fingers as she chants strange words, and you watch amazed at a pale blue fire begins to glow around her waggling digits. Scowling, she lowers her arms and holds one hand either side of your testicles, before intoning another few words that make the fire glow brighter and your balls tingle alarmingly.

She snarls another arcane word and whips her hands up suddenly to chest height. You yell and your eyes bug out in alarm as the spunk is literally pulled out of you in a rush, and hovers in a weird, gooey mass that spins around impossibly in the air between you and the wicked wiccan.

Auroa smiles at you cruelly.

"Enjoy that?" she sneers. You gasp and pant, but even if you could talk you couldn't say you did. It was a truly bizarre sensation, there was no feeling of pleasure, just the spunk being ripped by **** from your balls and prostate and torn right out of you against your will - it really didn't seem like an orgasm at all.

"You lost," says the witch, casually, as she guides the floating ball of your spunk through the air and into her cauldron with arcane gestures, "What a pity. But don't feel too bad... you really never had a chance."

She regards you curiously for a moment and you hang in the vines, panting hard and face flushed, chewing unconsciously at her lower lip.

"Before I hand you over to Rose... how about you lick me out a little? I know, I know, why would you? Well, I could mix you up a little potion. Cast you a little spell. I could numb you up, or loosen you up... I could make your night with Rose be a whole lot more bearable. What do you say?"

You stare at the pretty witch silently, at her gorgeous auburn hair, her innocent face, her cute little glasses. The horny little hag thinks she's got you over a barrel, and maybe she has... but are you going to give her the satisfaction of doing what she wishes, even if it could be to your advantage?