efy her, as she starts to and humiliate Ciri using magic

As Ciri catch her breath from the whipping.

"If you are so **** to get laid, why don't you go and find a nice troll, I hear they love elf bitches!" Ciri taunt.

Her face turns angrily around as some of the men in crowd laugh, then she looks at Ciri.

"Well well, the cunt has a mouth on her... let's see what you will sing in a few minutes" she says as the crop disappears from her hand.

She starts to cast a spell, mumbling the arcane words, and as Ciri try to identify the spell she finishes. Ciri try to wriggle away, but tied and trussed as she is, there is no hope in that, as Ciri recognize the spell and her intent with it. Her hands glow as she kneels besides witcheress.

"Well, let's play!" she says.

As she touches Ciri's left nipple with her hand, witcheress feel an electrical shock through her breast. Ciri cry and whimper as she electrocutes Ciri, using a weaker version of the shocking grasp spell. After abusing Ciri's breasts, face, arms and legs she suddenly thrusts her fingers into witcheress pussy, making Ciri scream loudly "AIEEEEEE!".

After she removes her hand, Ciri sob for a minute, tears forming in her eyes from the intense pain, but a weak sensation starts to spreads in witcheress loins. Ciri don't have time to wonder why being tortured turns her on, as she moves to the next spell, mumbling again the arcane words.

"No, you can't!" Ciri cry desperately as her hands glow again, this time in a blue aura.

Ciri feel the cold even before she touches her.

"You look so hot, slut, this ought to cool you down some" she chuckles as she touches Ciri with her cold hands.

Witcheress cry and try to wriggle, but her hands catch Ciri easily as she torments Ciri with her chill touch. For several minutes she plays with witcheress body, making Ciri cry, scream, threat, sob and whimper. For a finale, she finger witcheress pussy with her chilled finger, making Ciri wish that she never play in gwent tonight.

Ciri lie on the floor, covered in sweat, her body in dire pain but also slightly aroused, as witcheress breath heavily from the ordeal. The elf looks smug.

"Well sweet slut, what shall it be? are you going to be a good little ****, or do you want to find out how much creative can I be?" she ask