11/EDITOR'S WARNING: This story has strong forced sexual and BDSM themes, and is not at all suitable for those not interested in "Bad Endings" for the...heroines and heroes. There are many possible story paths, each with their own dangers. Turn back now if you expect mostly happy endings.This is the dark story of a modern world corrupted by a newly awakened witch. Three hundred years ago, the witch Benacia Vilmire was born from ashes and grew an underworld kingdom built to suit her lust for. She barely moved at all during this, her head still resting on the tile as he eased his fingers over her taut tendons. Water was already running down his torso from his arm, soaking his pants and running to the floor, so he released her neck for a moment to finally undress himself and join her fully.He stepped in behind her, and slid both hands over her back and up to her shoulders, where he resumed kneading her tight muscles. He shivered a little involuntarily, the heat from the shower not. We both agreed that i was not interested in screwing other women (not as long as i was enjoying this fantastic arrangement with my lovely wife). She told me that she didn’t want to screw other men on her own, that she would do it as long as we did it as a couple, and that we would stop doing it if she ever wanted us to stop. To keep the excitement we would do it only once or twice a year, preferably every six months or so, when we would go on short vacations to places where we are not known and. "Oh, don't be so paranoid Trudy. He was probably a student from the college taking some candid pictures around town. They're always about, haven't you noticed them before today?" I replied."Yes I have, but this boy purposely took a picture of me!" And as I've said so many times, who could blame him; you are the most beautiful woman in town. What do you expect him to do?" You think he'd take my picture just because of my looks?" What other reason would he take it for Trudy? Unless you were doing.