The Witch

Jake felt humiliated and embarrassed as he quickly tried to cover himself with his hands. He knew that this was all part of the witch's plan to humiliate and **** him. He couldn't believe that she'd followed him and found a way into his apartment.

He tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. The witch just stood there, smirking at him.

Slowly, he tried to shift himself away from her on the bed, "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice cracking, "Haven't you ruined my life enough for one night?"

The witch's expression darkened. "I want you to suffer," she hissed, her eyes still smiling. "I want you to know what it feels like to be powerless, to be at the mercy of someone else."

The witch grinned wickedly at him, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He tried to scream, but no sound came out of his mouth. The witch cackled and began to move closer to him, her eyes glowing in the darkness. Jake tried to scramble off the bed, but he found himself paralysed with fear. The witch was almost suddenly upon him, she reached out her hand, and he could feel her breath on his face.

She waved her hand over his hands, still desparately covering his nakedness.

A wave of heat washed over him, and he felt a sudden weight on his wrists along with an icey cold sensation. Jake cried out in surprise as he realised that his wrists were now bound together by some large magical shackles.

“What the fuck!” Jack heard his voice, dry and cracking. He struggled against the restraints, but they held firm.

The witch cackled again, pleased with her work. Jake's heart pounded in his chest as he wondered what she had planned for him. He clutched his dick and balls tightly, praying that it was all a dream.

With a wave of her hand Jakes hands were pulled up above his head, and he was suspended in the air, stretching his body taut, exposing his flaccid dick and **** balls to the witch's gaze. Jake could feel her eyes on him, exploring every inch of his body, and he shuddered with fear and anticipation.

“What the f…” Jack began to scream, but suddenly he found himself unable to make a sound.

The witch's had snapped her fingers and somehow silenced him. She laughed at his torment, relishing in the power she held over him. Jake struggled to try to break free, but the more he fought, the tighter the bindings became. He looked at the witch, his eyes pleading for mercy, but she only sneered in response. It was clear that she had no intention of letting him go anytime soon.

She slowly approached him with a wicked grin on her face, her eyes glinting with a sinister pleasure. Jake felt a cold sweat break out across his skin as she reached out a wrinkled hand. He knew that he was at her mercy now, and he could only hope that she wouldn't hurt him too badly. As the witch began to whisper dark incantations, Jake closed his eyes and braced himself.

He felt her long nails grazing his skin as she inspected him. Jake's breathing became shallow as her clawed hand explored his body lower and lower. His eyes flew open as he watched her hand move towards his groin. He tried to let out a scream as she finally took hold of his soft dick. He had never felt so exposed and helpless before, and he prayed that this nightmare would end soon.

The witch continued her twisted ritual, chanting in some language Jake couldn't understand. He could, however, feel his body responding to her touch despite his fear and disgust. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't deny that he was getting hard.

His mind raced with fear and uncertainty as he wondered what she would do next. Would she use her dark magic to **** him, or was she simply toying with him for her own twisted pleasure? Jake could only wait and see, as he was powerless to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the witch let go of his cock. She left him magically suspended in the air, body outstreched, cock throbbing.

Jake couldn't believe what was happening to him. He tried to move his body, to break free from the invisible **** holding him up, but it was no use. He was at the mercy of the witch and her twisted desires. As he hung there, he could feel his body starting to tremble.

He watched as she moved around his bedroom. She opened his underwear drawer and pulled out the first pair of boxers. With a flick of her hand, they turned to smoldering ash and fluttered to the floor.

Jake's eyes went wide and he realised her intentions.

One by one, she destroyed each of Jake's underwear, as he hung in the air, powerless to stop her. Jake tried to protest, but she only laughed. Turning to face him, a wicked grin on her face. "You belong to me now," she said, her voice low and seductive. “You'll never need clothes again.”

She began moving around the bedroom, finding every item of clothing Jake owned and systematically destroying it in front of him. As she finished, Jake was left hanging there, naked and **** and without hope. She had complete control over him now, and he could only hope that she would be kind.

After turning him around to face the balcony, she walked and threw open the curtains and then the doors. It was already dawn. Jake panicked as he tried to figure out where the entire night had gone. How would he get to work. His mind raced before he remembered that he was completely at the mercy of this wicked witch.

He tried to beg and plead for her to release him, but his voice was gone. What would happen to him now? The thought made his stomach turn. He was trapped and helpless, at the mercy of the witch's twisted desires.

As he hung there, he realised that his life would never be the same again. He was now a **** to her desires, and he could only hope that she would be a kind and merciful mistress.

The witch approached him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She grabbed hold of his dick and led him onto the balcony, his arms still bound above him, his body floating along obediently. Jake's fear turned into panic as she positioned him over the edge. As his fet dangled down, he realised he was completely at her mercy.

Completely exposed on his own balcony, he felt embarrassment overtake him as his erection deflated bit by bit. He could only hope no one was awake to see his humiliating display. There was no way to escape. With his arms still bound above him and the witch's grip on his dick, there was nothing he could do.

The witch let go of his still throbbing dick and surprised him again by whistling loudly, sending panic through his body again. Not wanting to get the attention of anyone. Within a second, a large broom shot down from the sky somewhere and halted abruptly in front of them. The witch leapt onto the stick with ease and a surprising amount of grace.

He hoped she would just leave, but it was as if she read his mind. She let out a chuckle. The witch reached out and traced a finger down his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry," she whispered, “I have plans for you.”

The witch and the broom lifted into the air and stopped when Jake's hands met the back of the broom. Then she clicked her fingers, and a chain exploded into existence, wrapping itself around the broom and attaching itself to Jake's shackled wrists.

Jake's heart sank as he realised that he was going to be taken away from everything he knew. He had no idea what kind of plans the witch had for him, but he knew it couldn't be good. As she shot off into the morning sky, his stomach did somersaults. They left his balcony behind, climbing higher and higher making their way through the blue sky.