Darren watched Janet bind Victoria's hands and feet, a sinister smile forming on his face. The women couldn't see it, but Darren's dick twitched beneath the towel. He propped himself by the wall, hands crossed against his chest, silently watching.
Janet nibbled on Victoria's neck, retaliating for Victoria's earlier assault on her lips. Her hands didn't stay idle, her fingers fondling Victoria's large breasts that were sandwiched between the two women. Victoria struggled against the vines, straining her muscles as she hoped to break free. Unfortunately, Janet wasn't just any witch.
Each time Victoria tried to rip the vines, they tightened even more. Beneath the vines, you could see the patches of bruised skin that were slowly turning red.
"There's no way you're breaking free, Victoria. So just give up."
"Never in a hundred years."
