In time of a prolonged shriek by the bob-haired twin on the altar, the first one of the witches dropped down right in the middle of the hooded men. Her fall made no sound, her body crouching to dampen the impact, agile as a cat; she appeared over a hundred years old, and she was entirely in the nude. The next witch landed by her side and straightened herself to full posture, somewhat faster than her elderly colleague; she was young, but just as naked, although blessed with an ideal body. The rest of the bare women kept circling above the crowd like a pack of vultures, some holding onto their broomsticks, some flying without, arms spread like the wings of birds. There was a meow from high above and then a black cat landed in the nest-like hair of the older witch. It jumped off, and as Orthus let out a growl of deep pleasure, made a run for it towards the woods.<br/><br/>“Don’t tell me you forgot about us, Absalom,” the old woman creaked and leaned onto a short walking stick made of a dry branch of a willow tree.<br/><br/>“I merely hoped you wouldn’t show up,” the man sighed.<br/><br/>“Deal’s a deal,” the witch nagged. She paid no attention to the intense screams that came from behind her on the altar.<br/><br/>“Don’t tell me about deals, hag,” the man’s voice boomed and if one listened carefully, there was a hint of laughter in it, “However, there is another, stronger contract that you must have known about. Technically—is that the word they use these days; the small print, the scam, the trick, oh—<i>technically</i>, the twins belong to<i>me</i>until we no longer need them—”<br/><br/>“—for the ritual,” the witch completed his sentence.<br/><br/>“Indeed,” Absalom added, “We’ve made a few changes to<i>the ritual</i>since the contract—”<br/><br/>The younger witch closed her eyes and a luminous, golden image of a parchment unrolled in front of the demon. An unseen actor forced him to kneel and focus on the burning letters in the hovering text. The men all around wielded their blades and took a step towards the witches.<br/><br/>“It’s in the bloody contract,” the older witch growled and the younger one rose onto her toes to control the demon caught in a lie with gestures of her bare hands. Just before the rest of the thirteen witches landed on the ground in a perfect circle, back-to-back, Absalom gestured for his men to stand down.<br/><br/>“Where’d you get that?” he hissed, “This must be more important to you than I thought. Fine, you’ll have your deal, as was written.”<br/><br/>“’tis not my first rodeo, darling,” the woman said as the girl released the demon, the parchment vanishing into the air. The demon raised an eyebrow, but it wasn’t the first time the witches had made up words as they pleased. His focus was drawn by yet another scream of agony from the twins.<br/><br/>Orthus had stopped thrusting and the girl under his belly had been reduced to nothing but a quivering shell to host her tears and cries. The hound pulled its body backwards, which dragged the girl into a slide down along the smooth stone until she was on her knees on the ground, her small butt propped up while the overly thick shaft still pierced her deeply. As the girl tried to curl up into a tighter ball for hazy comfort, the giant dog lowered its front onto her back and her shoulders so she had very little room to move her head, and began to pound her faster than before, rapidly lifting up his behind and sinking back in, the wide bulge at the base of his bright-pink cock never leaving her pussy, the shaft slipping in and out of her womb, searing the walls of her cavity with barely lubed friction.<br/><br/>When the hellhound was done, it locked all of its four eyes up on the other twin on the opposite side of the plinth that her heavily abused sister no longer rested upon, and pressed himself against the girl so hard with his trembling behind that she slowly dragged forward on the ground. There was no other sound but the high-pitched whimper of the dog as it burst deep inside his bitch, the pressure that flowed through its cock so hard that she squirmed in agony as the shaft briefly thickened once again, and again, as Orthus came for the second time. Finally, a loud squelching plop announced of his junk being pulled off and for anyone behind him to watch as the thick mixture of blood and semen oozed out from between her tortured flesh and the cock that he slowly withdrew still inside her. The girl collapsed in silence and moved no more.<br/><br/><i>“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Cora?” “Shush, she’s a cat person…”</i>the witches teased one another with words and fingertips on the tickly bits of their waists and thighs, and watched as the men went on with the ritual.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>