Chapter 6

The dungeon door creaks open with a slow groan, the hinges protesting under the weight of the six witches as they come into the chamber.

Their laughter is sharp, and mocking, their fingers already toying with the straps of their leather harnesses, the buckles of their cuffs and the metal of their newest toys.

Cole barely lifts his head from the slab, his body still trembling from Varek’s brutal use, his thighs slick with spent cum and his own sweat. The witches don’t wait ...