Jemmy couldn’t struggle or fight back with the witch on top of him. Her puppet magic meant that he was still bound with invisible strings and she was the only one who could move his arms and legs. With her on top of him and her breasts pressing into his chest, arousal came even though he didn’t want it to.

She kissed him fiercely, her long nose squashed against his face and then screamed like a banshee as she orgasmed and her green face gleamed with perspiration. The sodden strands of her dirty blond hair hung limply around her.

After this ordeal was over, he felt sick and disgusted.

“Come on, pretty puppet boy,” said Millie tapping his nose. “Let me wash you. Though I do like your sweat…” she licked her lips. Then the witch stood and snapped her fingers and he found himself dragged to his feet by invisible strings and forced to follow her into the pool.

She rubbed his abs with her green hands. “I admit I’ve used the crystal just to look at a man’s abs before. But since I saw you, you’re the only one I cared to spy on.”

Jemmy thought of Larissa and felt his eyes begin to tear up. His rational mind knew that it was not his fault, but he still felt a gnawing sense of guilt. The mad witch had made him irrational!

She looked at his face and frowned. “Hey! Hey!” She wiped a tear from his cheek. “Why are you still fighting this? You’re mine now.”

She gripped his shoulders and stared into his eyes so her long green nose was almost touching his. He got the benefit of her fetid breath on his face. “If you cheer up I can show you what it’s like being on the arm of a real witch. I’m queen of the mountain. Aren’t you happy to satisfy me?”

Jemmy felt resentment bubbling up in him and now it burst out. “With a nose like yours, you could satisfy yourself.”

He had never been in the habit of name calling or picking on people’s appearances, but now fear was mixed with his sense of disgust and he couldn’t keep it in.

Millie opened her mouth wide in indignation. “Oh… You… That’s it!” She lunged at him, propelling him onto the bank and straddled him. She stared at him with unblinking brown eyes. “Trying to wound my feelings? So mean… I have to punish you properly.”

“It was a jest,” said Jemmy, an icy sense of terror welling up in him.

“At my expense?” said Millie. She tapped his nose. “Gloating because your schnozz is cute, and not massive and green like mine? Unbearably cute people really shouldn’t attack a woman’s appearance.”

In his fear, Jemmy exerted his intellect on its highest gear to think of how to placate the scary witch.

“It was my game to get you mad because that’s exciting,” he stammered, his throat dry.

Millie grinned. “Well it worked. You’re in for it now. Mummy’s going to punish you, cute little button nose.” She pressed her finger on his nose.

Mummy?! Millie really was sick. How could she suppose she’d make a proper mother to Jemmy’s kids? Jemmy wasn’t sure precisely what was wrong with her, but he fervently hoped she wasn’t going to become pregnant and that she was not really going to abduct Leo, his son with Larissa.

“It’s exciting dealing with mean boys,” said Millie, and her brown eyes were gleaming as she breathed hard, her firm green breasts rising and falling. “Boys are inherently less magical, but still more enchanting. The other Bedlam Hags were mean witches, but they didn’t enchant me…”

Jemmy realised from this rambling that she was going to rape him again and he couldn’t talk her out of it. With a sinking feeling of dismay, he realised that her sitting on him was causing arousal.

“Please don’t Millie,” he begged. “Let me go.”

“But I want to” she said, touching his cheek with a clammy hand. “Brace yourself.”

What a horrible type of foreplay. Saying “Brace yourself.” What did that even imply? Jemmy felt her magic bind his arms and legs again and she lunged forward, her breasts mashing into his chest and her long nose pressed against his cheek. “Appreciate my nose better? No?”

Then she impaled herself on him and the ordeal began all over again.

00O00

Afterwards, Jemmy didn’t have the spirit to fight back or even insult Millie as she washed him in the pool. As she rubbed his torso with her green hands, she hummed a strangely eerie tune in her strident, off-key voice. She grinned as she put her hands round his genitalia. “Feels so wrong and so right to sample this buffet of manliness.” She actually giggled. He felt sick.

After washing him, she wanted to dress him in a white suit with a brown spotted pattern. “Just try it out,” she said. “It is a beautiful pattern and it goes with your paint job. The sword would go with anything.”

She fumbled with his opal hilted dagger and attached it to his belt. “There.” She fondled his sword. “A beautiful thing. A witch or monster should take great pleasure in being impaled by your dagger.” She smirked.

“Now turn around!” she commanded, clapping her hands together.

There was no point disobeying. She would just force him if he didn’t turn around.

She stared at him as he turned around and then pinched his rear and he gave a start. “Sorry… You have such a fine butt. You’re gorgeous enough for two. My dress may not be flattering...” She was dressed in red robes with gold trimmings. “They show my status. Don’t really go well with my complexion. I really hope our kids get your skin tone. And physique. And your cute little nose.” She tapped his nose with a green finger. “Soo adorable. Nothing like mine.”

“N-Nothing wrong with your nose, Millie,” said Jemmy.

She leaned close her eyes unblinking. “Nothing wrong with having a nose like a dick? Kiss it.”

Fearful of what she’d do to him if he refused, Jemmy kissed the tip of her cold, green nose.

“Suck on it,” she whispered.

Feeling uneasy, Jemmy nibbled the tip of her green nose very gently. It tasted a bit salty.

“Thank Shekka, he can be taught,” said Millie, tilting her head and kissing him on the nose in turn. “You will do your duties and satisfy me, make no mistake.”

“Duties?” said Jemmy.

“Don’t try and be coy, we’re well past that. If you just obey me, you get to be king under this mountain while I’m the queen. Obviously you’re just a beautiful figurehead and I have all the power.”

She put her mouth close to his ear, her cold breath tickling. “Please don’t fight it. You’ll make me angry if you do. You ought to make the best of things and cooperate.”

She took his hand. “Let’s look in my crystal again. The crystal room is my seat of power. I can survey the whole world.”

She led him back to the crystal room where she had refreshments on an iron tripod near the two chairs - little pink cylindrical fish type things on a plate. She dipped one in a pot of white, sticky sauce and then shoved it into Jemmy’s mouth and twiddled it around. “Suck on that.”

Jemmy groaned inwardly. He could at least guess why she wanted him to suck on the cylindrical fish. It tasted unpleasantly salty.

Millie turned her attention to the crystal and breathed on it. The prismatic lights inside shifted like a kaleidoscope and images of shadowy figures could be seen in its depths. The figures then swam into focus.”

Jemmy’s heart leapt to see his friend, Tira the good witch, and his warrior-wife Larissa in the crystal. Gloom the imp was on Tira’s shoulder. The image showed them going along a narrow, dusty rode, with strange, squat buildings on either side.

“What are they doing?” said Millie, frowning. “Are they coming to take what is rightfully mine?” She made a grab at Jemmy’s crotch and he gave a little start, but she wasn’t actually grabbing at his genitalia, just making a feint.

“They will rescue me if they find us!” said Jemmy.

“We’ll see,” said Millie. Then her eyes opened wide as the trio in the crystal came upon a figure lying face down in the road and Tira the green-skinned witch girl leaned over it.

“I don’t believe it! Shekka, I don’t believe it!” said Millie.

“What don't you believe?” asked Jemmy.

“The dopey girl has found the body of a nasty old necromancer I defeated,” said Millie giggling. “That’s his carcass, there.”

“You killed him?” said Jemmy.

“He was a nasty piece of work,” said Millie. “He killed people. I twisted his necromantic power in a knot and he became living dead. I can still pull his strings.” She snapped her green fingers. “Rise!”

To Jemmy’s disgust, the living corpse rose and lunged at Tira and Larissa. Tira chucked one of her glowing pebbles at it which caused it to break into six pieces – head, limbs and torso – but these pieces kept coming for the Tira and Larissa anyway.

“How far do you think he can break down and still be able to fight?” said Millie.

“I don’t want to think about that,” said Jemmy.

She pinched his cheek. “You’re so precious.”

Tira cast a spell which caused there to be five identical copies of herself which definitely confused the head of the living corpse, enabling her to blow it up. Larissa took care of the limbs and Gloom the imp, the torso.

“Huh,” said Mille, “so that’s how the necromancer finally meets his end. By being an idiot who can’t see through a witch’s tricks. His learning curve was a flat line.”

“Those fine, brave ladies can handle anything you dish out,” said Jemmy.

“You really think so,” said Millie, turning her green face to him. Her brown eyes had that hard look again that boded trouble. “That, my cute puppet boy, was a mere warm up act. I have something else in store for the good witch, the warrior, and their imp. Something that’ll blow their minds.”

Jemmy felt uneasy. What was she talking about?

00O00

“Hey!” Tira screamed as the shadowy figure leapt out from behind the tent and grabbed Larissa round the throat.

“It’s alright,” said Larissa. “Good to see you again, Vixen.”

Tira blinked in confusion as Larissa and the dark figure embraced.

“It is good to see you again, Larissa,” said Vixen in her silky voice. “I like the shaved head. One of your clever disguises, no doubt.”

“Um… what’s happening?” asked Tira.

“Difficult to keep up is it, Mistress?” said Gloom.

Larissa smiled at Tira. “Vixen is an assassin by trade. We met once in the hills.”

“Clashed!” said Vixen. She had a hood that concealed most of her face. Only cold, green eyes were visible. “We’re old friends and foes.”

“I won our duel. Vixen feels bound by a life debt,” said Larissa.

“What brings you to a place like Ctharae?” asked Vixen. “And with these interesting new friends of yours? How are you finding the cityport?”

“Dangerous, but I am undaunted,” said Larissa.

“Good. I’m glad you are still the bravest woman I know,” said Vixen. “Now tell me why you’re here.”

“The love of my life is lost,” said Larissa, and her face was solemn. “He could be in grave danger.”

Tira sniffed and nodded, sadness welling up in her again.

“We must unlock the north gate,” said Larissa. “We have to continue our quest.”

“Hm. I could help, but not now,” said Vixen. “I’m pressed for time. Tell you what. Meet me at the Travellers Rest Tavern by the docks this evening. We can work out a plan then.”

Vixen slipped into the shadows again.

Gloom shuddered. “Ugh! She’s creepy.”

00O00

Millie tapped her long green nose. “I’m telling you, Jemmy, I’m the strongest woman in your story. Was Larissa on top when you made love? I’m the sort of woman who should be on top, as you’ve experienced.”

“What sort of question is that?” Jemmy quailed before her as her eyes gleamed and she licked her lips.

“Tell me about the time you made your most passionate love to her,” said Millie, breathing through her nose and leaning forward. “Tell me in detail.”

“You tell me what horror you want to unleash on my wife and friends,” Jemmy retorted, more bravely than he felt with the witch staring at him like that.

Millie sighed. “Alright.”

She rose to her feet and snapped her fingers. He found himself dragged to his feet by the bonds of her magic, like a puppet on invisible strings. Millie touched a gleaming crystal in the wall and a hidden door swung open. Beyond the door was a darkened corridor. Suddenly, a blood red light flared, lighting up the corridor and the acrid reek of brimstone filled the air.

There was a bloodcurdling roar from down the corridor that made Jemmy try to take a step back, even though Millie’s invisible strings bound him.

In the baleful light, the angles of Millie’s bright green face and her huge nose were lit up in a clash of lurid colours that made her resemble some demonic bird of prey.

“Tira has that annoying little imp, as you know,” said Millie. “I’m a real witch. A powerful one. My demonic minion is far, far greater…”