The Witch Calls a Meeting

Stella hasn't held a Meeting in over a month. Her new plaything would serve as a great decoration for the reunion, a way to entertain her friends, and to remind them of her powers. Not that she would turn any of them into lewd maso-sows... unless, of course, they did something to deserve this fate...

She prepares the tower's board room, setting up the table, enough chairs, and a nice little stage behind her for her plaything.

She sends the invitations, and waits.

It takes a day or two for the guests to arrive, a time that she uses to further train her pig's ass. She keeps using toys that are just a tad too big for the orc's hole, making sure to always cause her some faint pain, which the masochistic slut feels as intense pleasure.

When all her friends have arrived, she invites them to the meeting room.

The first to show up is Kazath, a fierce barbarian of the mountains. Despite being half-orc, he holds no love for the green race. The man is broad and dressed in thick bear furs. He has a handsome face, especially for such a savage and cruel man. His dark brown beard is also surprisingly well-trimmed, with braids held by jeweled rings. He leads a group of well-trained warriors; His troops and him have all swore fealty to the witch, who keeps their presence and activities hidden from the King's men.

Next is Sasha El'Tyrelm , a half-elf mage. At first glance, many mistake him for a woman, on account of the rich velvety robes, long painted nails, colorful makeup, androgynous facial features, long silky auburn hair and his soft, slender figure. He was Stella's rival long ago, until she brutally defeated him in a battle of wits; The humiliation had been so intense for him that he had been left with no choices but to bow down to her. Since then, he has become a surprisingly trustworthy and useful ally.

Stella does not miss the little flirty looks exchanged between Kazath and Sasha. Kazath's brutes would never let him hear the end of it if they knew about their boss' occasional secret flings with the frail girly wizard.

Zikkits-of-the-Big-Knives enters third, and loudly so. The goblin mercenary has one hell of a voice for such a tiny body. She keeps her pink hair in two large buns and never shies from wearing a low cleavage to show off her large green tits; Said tits being the reason why she is such a good friend with Stella. The witch's blessings had given the once-flat-chested goblin some nice perky d-cups, and the two have had a great partnership ever since.

The final guest is Gertrude "Trudy" Desrosiers, a demure ebony-skinned noblewoman, and Stella's spy in the King's court. She had looked terrified during her first meeting here two years ago, surrounded by bandits, hags and assassins. At the time, she had especially been wary of Gore, the blood-red bugbear; To the noble girl's delight, Gore is no longer under the witch's employ.

Trudy's debt to the witch had come from a bargain she had done to save her father from the plague. "A life for a life," Stella had said, and the young lady had accepted the deal. It had come as a shock to her when the witch didn't kill her. "You owe me your life, not your ****," had been Stella's response.

Trudy is much more comfortable amongst the witch's entourage now, joking and jesting with the gruff barbarian, the effeminate mage and the noisy mercenary. To be fair, the fact that she has fucked with all three at some point had probably helped make her feel more at ease in their company.

These four compose her usual Meetings, assisting her efforts to gain powers within the realm. Sometimes, there are others too, but it's only fair that her four favorites get to see her new toy first..