Try to escape.

You need to get away and fast.

You pull away from her rear and start bolting to the left. Given your bindings, it's not easy, and you unfortunately only make it about ten feet before you feel the catkin's arms wrap around you. She squeezes you tight and pushes you down onto the ground--onto your back. She sits on your knees and eyes you over.

"You struggle whenever you look at me, and you're harder than steel. I don't get it, but I really want to find out. I'm curious..."

She grins. You try to wiggle free but you're trapped. You see her hands reach behind her back, and you hear a terrible clicking noise as her bra's straps come loose. Strategically, she lowers the bra just as she brings one arm to cover both of her nipples still. She drops the article to the side and watches your struggling reaction.

"You know, catkin used to roam naked. I don't even like clothes," she whispers.

She smirks and lets go. Her mounds bounce free. You look up in awe at her sizeable chest, now completely uncovered. Her perky nipples call out to be touched, but right now, you're struggling to keep your composure together. This curse is going to push you over.

You then feel a hand touch your cock.

It's so much nicer than the magical spell. The stimulation of her skillfully fingers wrapping around the shaft through your trousers brings you **** pleasure as well as discomfort.

"You're still struggling, like the world is going to end if I keep this up. Why is that?"

"Mmm!" you say through the tape.

"You want me to stop?" she teases.

Both hands move to her chest. She pinches and tugs on her nipples, flushing her face red as she smiles wide. In her hands she begins to bounce her tits up and down for your pleasure, over and over. Faster and faster. They're so perfect.

Suddenly another woman's voice grabs both of your attention. You look to the side to see a catkin very similar in appearance to this one, though her hair passes her shoulders. It's black but tipped with purple. She places her hands on her hips.

"What are you doing with that guy? I thought you were robbing him."

"I was having fun."

"Bring him over here."

You're lifted to your feet and handled over against a wall. You become nearly cornered by the two women, dressed in the same outfit--if you can call them outfits. It's the long-haired girl who's the first to speak. It's to her friend, but she doesn't take her eyes off you.

"So why were you having fun with him?"

"He cringes so much when I start to tease him, like it's ****. I couldn't help it."

"Really? That's weird... Usually humans are made happy by things like that."

You can't take your eyes off the blond girl's bare breasts. She presents them so confidently, as if she doesn't care in the slightest. It's likely normal for her kind. You, however, are not used to this at all. They're there, and full, and firm.

"Look, even now," she says as she gestures to you.

The black-haired girl ponders. She walks slowly behind her friend and wraps her hands around her breasts from behind. She slowly kneads them in her grip, groping and squeezing her companion's bare tits. In response, she lets out a quiet moan and then a giggle.

It's day two! This is too much. You're being pushed so fast towards the edge. At this rate, you're losing the witch's challenge.

"You're right," the newcomer says with a smile. "Look at him wince and struggle. He must be hard as a rock."