Chapter 204: War Prisoner
"This will serve as an example."
"As an example for what exactly?" April questioned the Minotaur as he carried Agatha out of the tower.
He had something in mind for her, but he wouldn't say what it was at all. April was desperately attempting to keep up with Junk as he brought the witch with the eye patch out of the tower and into the pumpkin patch garden behind. The patch had not been taken care of for nearly as long as Junk was brought into September's life.
She had next to no time to cultivate the pumpkin patch. When Junk and April finally arrived at the center of the patch, they were greeted with September. She was already there, waiting for them to come to her. She was beautifully sitting with her legs crossed together on top of one of the largest pumpkins in the entire patch. Her magical, jack-o-lantern scepter was planted in the soft and wet ground around that big pumpkin. She didn't need it right now.
September was as seducing and gorgeous as ever. She had recently taken a shower, which showed since her long, red hair was still wet a bit. She was still feeling that sensation of rebirth after stepping out of the shower. She hadn't felt this pure in a long time. There was a wind in the air tonight. She didn't mind it. The wind helped her stay cool enough that she didn't have to light up any fire in the patch, but not cold enough, so she felt like she should dress herself more. She enjoyed being dressed as little as possible.
For instance, tonight, she wasn't wearing her entire witch outfit. She only had her jack-o-lantern breastplates covering her tits, her high-heels as well as her purple hat on. She had left everything else inside the tower. She didn't need all of them. Especially now that everything had basically changed between her and her demon knight.
"Sept! You were waiting for us here all this time?" April asked her, as she was still attempting to keep up with Junk as he walked.
"April. Sure. Junk didn't tell you what we are going to do here tonight?" The Autumn witch questioned the elvish bimbo.
"No. He didn't tell me anything. What are you doing?"
"I'm sure you are finding this… Quite amusing…. Right, September?" Agatha told her as she was being carried around in the Minotaur's arms. Agatha was only wearing a two-piece slave outfit.
The slave outfit was exclusively made of chain mail. She had a bra and thong made of chain mail. The only other element, which completed this outfit, was a pair of high-heeled shoes. Grey-silver high-heeled shoes, which didn't feel out of place with the rest of what she was wearing. She also had a silver ring around her neck with a chain on it. Said chain was rolled around one of Junk's arms, just in case she tried something crazy and wished to try to escape.
She wouldn't be able to. Agatha's head was looking behind the Minotaur, looking at April, who was following while she tried having a conversation with September on the other side of the pumpkin patch. She tried her best to keep things together and to not freak out too much because the witch with the eye patch knew what was coming her way, unfortunately. Agatha's big tits were mounted on top of Junk's right shoulder as he carried her around in the patch in the middle of the night. Her breasts kept jiggling as he stomped across the patch.
"What makes you say something like that, Agatha?"
"I have no idea what's going on here. What are we going to do with her? Where are we bringing her? I know she's a bad guy and all, but I thought that she was going to be kept in the basement of the tower. In the dungeon, you know? Why bring her outside?" April desperately asked for some kind of answer or clarification here.
"We are going to punish her for challenging us. Twice."
"We are? I thought you had already…" April asked Junk.
"Fucking her and breeding with her was only the first part of her punishment. The prelude. She should have a big, pregnant belly soon, but that doesn't matter too much right now," he said to her.
"This is the appropriate kind of punishment for a witch. Let's just say that. Especially for a slutty witch who doesn't know when to give up and stop trying to mess with us," September mentioned, explaining to April that what they are about to do was well-deserved and needed in many regards.
April nodded and stopped walking as soon as she accidentally ran into Junk's back when he stopped as well. She didn't hurt herself, but this was unexpected. Understanding that they made it where Junk wished to shop, which wasn't too far from the big pumpkin where her friend, September, was sitting, she circled around the Minotaur to have a better look. At the center of the patch, there was a stake. Junk picked Agatha up from his shoulder and placed her up on that stake. She chained her up to the stake using the chain she had around her slutty neck.
"Wait, what? What are we going to do here? Burn her to the stake. Why would you want to do this, Sept? You are a witch. We don't burn witches. That's just too barbarian. That's something they used to do a thousand years ago in the dark age! April argued.
"We are not going to burn her. She's already burnt. And I would never allow any witch to be burnt. You already know that."
"Then, what is going to be her punishment then?" She asked.
"She is going to be gang-banged by all the creatures and monsters in the woods surrounding the tower," Junk explained.
"This is truly what you are going to do to me?" Agatha asked them all. Then, there was a long and dreadful silence in the air. They all heard a series of howling. Agatha turned her to the woods to witness glowing and scary eyes slowly, but surely appearing within the darkness of the woods. They weren't alone. It was now time for them to leave. September jumped off the top of the big pumpkin, her big tits jiggling like jello as she did.
"See you tomorrow morning, Agatha," Junk told her before turning his back to her.