Ryan fell to the floor, his arms and feet bound together with twine strong as steel. This was some strange twine. How was it able to immobilize him? He struggled with his bounds, unable to break out of them. He suddenly felt himself being dragged and was pulled into the room that he had previously been spying in. As he struggled, he looked around the room frantically. His eyes caught sight of the wax/twine cocoon that held Eric. There was movement coming from the cocoon and Ryan could have sworn he heard mumbling from within.
The old woman stopped walking and dropped Ryan's legs. She bent down to him and in one quick motion, torn off his orange shirt, exposing his hard, muscular chest. She pulled it away and stared down at his body with lust in her eyes. Ryan cringed at the thought of her pleasuring herself with him.
"Let us go!" he yelled at her. She ignored him and bent down to tear away his pants. "Not! Stop! Let go!" it was no use. the old woman had torn away his shorts, leaving him in bright baby blue boxers. As she bent to take of his last remnants of clothing, Ryan kicked her in the side.
"How rude!" she said. "One should never touch an older lady." angry, the old lady slapped Ryan across the face with so much force, he almost lost consciousness. There was something wrong here. "IT is time you learn to listen to your elders." she said.
Grinning, the old woman pulled out what looked like plastic wrap. She used it was started to weave a cocoon around Ryan with it. The plastic felt cold against his skin. He felt cold and numb, helpless as she bound his body with more and more plastic. She was like a spider, expertly spinning and twirling his body around and around, while using plastic sheet to form a cocoon around his lower body. When she was done, only Ryan's head was free while his body was trapped in a cocoon, bound so tight he felt weightless.
"Can't, breath." he gasped.
"You won't have to. Not when you learn to obey." She said as used duck tape to close the boy's mouth. Then she produced a knife and cut a hole in his crotch area, tearing through plastic and clothing. "You will lose your will to fight me. You will lose you will to fight me. You will lose your will to fight me." she repeated again and again. As she did this began working his cock.
Ryan moaned in his gag. Her touch, it was so could and around. But as she worked him, his mind blurred, he couldn't resist it. His will was being pushed into the darkest corners of his mind. He was being forced to forget how to fight back. She worked him hard and just as he was about to cum, she stopped and let go, bringing her hands to his chest and massaging it.
'Nooo! Let me cum!' he screamed into his gag. As he went limp, she worked him again. She kept doing the same thing. It was as if she knew, right when to stop, to drive him insane. For two hours this went. And within these two hours, Ryan had seen his brother crying for him, his friends struggle uselessly, and Eric gone silent and stiff.
"Do you want release?"
'Yes'
"I can't hear you"
'Yes.'
"Who do you obey."
'you...'
"Who?"
'you.'
She finally let him cum into a jar. As she collected his load, she smiled. Ryan had no idea that her magic had forced his willpower down his body and he had just given his body to her. Now he was her puppet. He was her toy. He was her servant. When he was done, she tore him from his cocoon, his naked body laying on the floor exhausted.
"Now, prepare your brother."
"No! Ryan no! Don't do it!" Johnathan scream as Ryan stood, his eyes blank and dead. He started walking towards the bound boy.
'No, what am I doing? No!'
Ryan was trapped inside his body. He could only watch as his hands reached his bound brother and he began to do the witch's desires.