She refuses to talk

Nathalie empties a bowl of cold water on the witch and she sits up immediately, spluttering and shaking her head. The water soaks into her robe, moulding it around the mounds of her small breasts. Alex tries not to let that distract him.

"Hello," says Nathalie amicably, kneeling over her captive.

The witch's eyes narrow and she looks around the room quickly.

She looks cunning, Alex thinks.

"Missing your friends?" The witch smiles. Her eyes are surprising warm, and her voice is smooth like velvet.

"Where are they?"

The witch shrugs. "We weren't meant to snatch anyone tonight, so I don't know."

"What were you doing then?"

The witch pouts. She looks so young, Alex thinks. So pretty. His eyes glide down to her wet robe and small breasts. He wonders what she's wearing under it.

"Just scaring you a little," the witch says.

"Why?"

"No reason."

Nathalie frowns. "Don't make me hurt you."

The witch lies back, smiling, her robe settling around her slender figure. Her wet hair sticks suggestively to her face. Alex finds himself remembering how Nathalie's face had been wet with perspiration and plastered with spunk after he'd finished fucking her the previous night.

The witch speaks in a small, playful voice, as if reading his mind. "Well. I'm your captive now. I'm tied up. Helpless. You could do... anything to me." She looks Alex in the eye and licks her lips meaningfully.

Alex feels his erection growing. He realises that he increasingly wants to fuck this girl. She smiles knowingly at him, and he shifts uncomfortably.

Nathalie slaps her face.

"No funny games! You're lying to me. Why have you taken our friends, and why have you been bothering us?"

The witch bites her lip and looks at Alex under her eyelashes. "I won't tell you anything," she says innocently. "I don't know anything."

Nathalie stands up, arms folded, and nods at Alex. They move into the kitchen, out of ear shot.

"What a bitch," Nathalie says. "She knows exactly what's going on."

"Should we go look for them? Isolde and Emma, I mean."

Nathalie pauses and looks out the window. "No, not tonight. Not in the dark. We'll go in the morning, at first light."

Alex doesn't like the thought of leaving the two girls with a bunch of woodland perverts all night, but he doesn't like the idea of traipsing around in the dark either. He nods.

"What about the witch?"

"She stays here. We're not taking her with us. We'll tie her up real good and leave her in the shed. But tonight we need to keep an eye on her." Nathalie pauses. "You take first watch whilst I try to grab some sleep. We'll need to be well rested in the morning."

Nathalie sets off to her bedroom, and Alex moves slowly back to the front room where the sexy young witch is tied up.

He still has his erection.