Pillage her like the barbarian you are

You smile as you **** your way into the room, Hecate reluctantly backing away.

"No," you say, raising your fingers, "you kneel before your master."

You snap your fingers, and so it is. You watch her trembling with righteous fury and indignant rage, helplessly trying and failing to resist your command, her body moving against her will, ignoring the signals sent by her brain. She slowly kneels before you, while her eyes burn with hate. You eye fuck her as you look down, those eyes roaming across her sexy form. Her pitch black hair, her ageless face and luscious lips, contorted in smoldering anger. You look below her face, at her body covered in a dozen layers of ever shifting fabric. You feel irritated that her clothing conceals her body. Ah well, easy enough to fix. You snap your fingers again, and just like that her body is on full display in all its glory; and holy shit is it ever glorious. Her torso has not an ounce of fat on it, and curves in smooth looking lines; her tits swell, large and firm like pillows that fill you with the urge to sink your hand into them; her ass is wide and soft, just begging to be spanked raw; her pussy is shaven and small and oh so inviting. All in all, the witch makes for quite a stunning figure. A monument of lust, an object of sexual desire, created specifically for your pleasure...or those are the thoughts filling your head anyway, if perhaps less eloquently. This toxic type of thinking, in retrospect, might be a factor in why her clothing had so many layers, and covered so much. Just a thought.

Your cock, already erect by this point, becomes as hard as diamond, and you stroke it in anticipation, grinning as you see the look of pure revulsion on her face.

You reach down and grab her tits. They are as soft as they look, and you feel a wave of arousal as you twist and squeeze them painfully hard, Hecate crying out in discomfort. You bring your mouth to one of them, contentedly licking and sucking all over it, before suddenly latching your teeth on to the nipple without any warning, biting as hard as you can. She gives a pained shriek, as she struggles in vain against the invisible bonds that hold her in place.

Now, obviously she isn't exactly pleased with this state of affairs, and she makes this very loudly known to you.

"You animal! You savage brute!! You dare defile me like this!?"

She contorts her face in rage, her gaze figuratively shooting venom straight into your soul. If she still had her powers, her gaze would be quite literally shooting venom straight into your soul. The thought sends an all new wave of arousal through your system, and you leer down at her as the possibilities flood through your mind. What to do, what to do.

"YOU BARBARIAN," she exclaims in outrage. "YOU SAVAGE BRUTE! How dare you treat me in this way! The only act more savage than this would be to use me as a chamberpot!"

Hmm. Perhaps it's the magic of Blowjob Universe manipulating her, but she surely should have known better. I mean come now, she can see all these timelines but she couldn't predict the possible consequences of that statement?

She has only herself to blame for what happens next.