- What is it? Why? What happened here? - the recent torturers have zagged on, looking eagerly at the naked witch.

- Take a look! There are some letters there, - one of the adepts drew attention to the message of the demon.

All the others, too, finally, looked away from the girl.

“We need to get Michael to go,” suggested another adept, “something is not happening ... He left, and the rest remained, dispersed around the altar, casting greedy glances on the ideal body of Divlyana.

“Maybe, until Michael came, let's try this tenacious girl,” came a voice.

Divlyana flinched, realizing that her followers were going to make it. Gathering strength, she hardly uttered:

“He will kill you if you touch me.”

“Look, she woke up completely, little bird,” approaching closely, the adept laughed loudly and squeezed the girl's chest painfully, twisting her nipple.

The girl barely restrained a moan of pain, not wanting to show her weakness to these scum.

By the first pulled up and the rest of the adepts. They fought lust and fear of Michael. That did not prevent them from rummaging around Divlyana, pinching, pressing against slobbering mouths. The girl nauseated.

The returning adept informed the others that Michael was not in the castle. Adherents zagaldeli like ravens, discussing whether or not the tolis were used by the girl, toli wait for the sorcerer. Yet lust outweighed the scales, and the adepts began to throw off their robes, remaining completely naked. In dismay, Divlyana looked at their reeling limbs, twitching in chains. The followers, blinded by desire, pushing each other, tried to shove the sticking members into the holes of the girls. The witch screamed, but she was quickly silenced by a huge process in the throat. At that moment, a sharp pain pierced her vagina. Adepts alternated one after another, tormenting the body of a girl. Members in her vagina changed, not sparing her, stretching, tearing a cramped cave. The girl who lost track of time did not scream anymore, she just moaned softly, again praying to all the gods to save her from humiliation and intolerable pain. The body was covered with scratches, bites, streams of semen. Her lips and vagina were torn and bleeding, her breasts turned into solid bruises. How long this madness lasted, Divlyana did not know. The adherents mad with lust and the smell of blood did not stop their orgy even when the girl lost consciousness. Darkness responded to her pleas and took her velvet hugs, fencing off the pain.

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- What's going on here?! - a loud shout of Michael made everyone stand still.

The cold voice of the sorcerer sobered males covered in lust. Together they pulled away from the torn girl.

- I repeat, what is happening here? - chilling, filled with rage voice.

Naked, blood-stained adherents, stammering and departing longer from the enraged sorcerer, from whose fingertips sparks flew, began to mumble that Divlyana was alive, that she had seduced them herself.

- Shut up! - the cry of the sorcerer, who came close to the altar, instantly established the deathly silence. Lightning, having broken from his fingers struck one of the rapists, he, writhing, fell and soon subsided.

- You are fools! - without taking his eyes off the torn body of Divlyana, said Michael. “The demon will not spare you.” You did not understand anything. The demon of death brought life back to the witch and left the message.

Michael stretched out his hand towards the bloody circle with the letters left by the demon.

The adepts silently looked at each other, gradually realizing who they had prevented, whose victim they had been torn to pieces. Their eyes were filled with horror, and they one after another fell to their knees in front of Michael.

- Sir, spare! It's all a witch, she is to blame. It was she who seduced us, vying, without any doubt that this was exactly what they were, the adherents asserted.

- Brainless creatures! - broke the cry of a sorcerer.- To whom are you lying? The master sees and hears everything. You'll all die.

Moving away from the altar, Michael stopped in front of the demon's message.

- I am the demon Aishma, I order this victim to return the essence of its delicious! - Michael read the demon's message slowly.

“Aishma ...” the wizard thought. - He will not leave anyone alive if his order is violated. What is the delicious essence? And how to get it back to the demon?

He turned to the silent group of adepts, who stood waiting for his decision.

- When you came here, what was there? What did you see? - Michael asked coldly. - And do not lie! He shouted.

The first to speak was Robert:

- There was no blood at all. And the girl was alive and without a scratch, the owner. Well, this circle with the letters and hung.

“Yes, yes, that's exactly how it was,” the others shouted.

- Shut up! Cried the sorcerer again. - And why did you decide after all you saw that you can touch the victim? - Michael's voice became ingratiating, deceptively calm. He pointed to the demon's message:

- Here it is ordered to return to the victim a delicious essence. What do you think is the most delicious thing in a witch - a virgin?

The adepts were silent. And the sorcerer continued:

- Blood filled with pure magic - the most exquisite delicacy of the demon. For this, he brought everything here to its original appearance. And you ruined everything, your lust was set free ...

Michael turned back to the girl's lifeless body. The wizard’s experienced gaze saw the barely smoldering spark of life deep inside the tormented body.

“A resilient girl,” said the sorcerer with tenderness, “you give me one more chance.” Michael went to the pedestal with an open ancient book, began to turn the pages, looking for the right spell.

Without turning around, he ordered the adepts:

- Restore the pentagram!

The adepts rushed to carry out the order, drawing lines and arranging candles. When the pentagram was ready, the sorcerer turned to the altar:

- Get away all! He ordered coldly.

The adepts retreated into the darkness, and the sorcerer began to cast a spell. A thick funnel of dark funnel hung over the body Divlyany. Gradually wounds healed, scratches and bite marks disappeared. What the demon did with the movement of his fingers was hard for Michael. Slow minutes stretched. On the forehead and temples of the sorcerer there was a sweat, his hands trembled, and his eyes became dimmer. His magic gradually weakened, and the sorcerer activated the amulet with collected magic from Divlyana. Sensing the native spark inside the girl, magic broke free with a bright flash and soaked into the girl's chest without a trace. Amulet in the hands of Michael crumbled ashes to his feet. The sorcerer uttered the last word of the spell and, breathing heavily, leaned on the black stone of the altar. Through the muddy mist before his eyes from magical exhaustion, he looked at the girl. Her cheeks turned pink, her lips were filled with a bright pink color, large nipples crowned the hemispheres of her breasts, her milky-white skin glowed from the inside.

"Beauty ..." - the wizard noted almost indifferently.

The eyelashes of Dlylani faltered. Blue eyes stared at Michael for several moments, not recognizing the sorcerer. Then panic swept through them, the girl rushed, injuring her arms and legs on the shackles.

- You again! - whispered the girl. - Oh Gods! What did I do wrong for you?

Divlyana closed her eyes, shutting herself off from the sorcerer's purple gaze. “Now the torment will be repeated,” the girl thought almost indifferently. “Mommy, take me away! Get rid of this horror! ”- mentally called Divlyana.

Michael, taking part of the magic from their adepts, began the ritual of invoking the demon. He just waited for this, responded immediately, weaved out of the darkness and, snarling menacingly, headed for the altar. Breathing in the air, saturated with the fear of the victim, he leaned over the girl. Wide-eyed, Divlyana screamed when a long, rough tongue touched her skin.

“Shhhhhh ...” the demon hissed, as if calming the victim. The girl really stopped, only tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. “Mommy! My dear! Get me out of here! ”The girl silently begged. And the demon, with its tongue, seemed to have shot something invisible from the girl’s body, purring and squinting from pleasure. When language has visited all, even the most ... Read more →