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Punishment has befallen this poor coven girl.

The High Chancellor is unhappy, the Creature has been absent, and Sylvia has been faced with a dilemma.

See how this playful witch has taken her punishment in the second installment of Sylvia, the Virgin Sacrifice.

Part of the Sylvia erotic series.

The coven knew, they didn’t say it outright, but it was in their eyes and stuck on their grins. It corrupted their postures. Sylvia imagined the word spread quickly, why wouldn’t it? Sylvia was rare in the coven, being one of the few girls that had actually taken the vow. Taken the daring leap to offer her body, her purity, and her life to the High Coven, and the inevitable sacrifice that awaited her. Sylvia made that choice, or at the least, ended up walking along the line that led to that choice. And now, the quarterly inspection had been failed, the whole program jeopardized, all because she got fucked in the ass.

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New erotic short story series!

First installment of Sylvia, the Virgin Sacrifice

The coven demanded purity, Sylvia was pure, in desire, in wanting, in yearning.

Sylvia withdrew her wand from the deep pocket stitched into the side of her peach colored dress, with the frilly white collar that said purity. She looked at the lacquered chestnut tip of the wand queerly, her lip trembled ever so slightly, and a thought raced through her head, a thought of the night prior.

She smiled and flicked her wrist, a black ribbon rose from her desk, slithering through the air toward her, hissing, and swooping, coiling around her hair, and pushing the locks back until they fell long and straight behind her shoulders resting serenely by her bottom. The ribbon tied itself into a bow, returning to lifelessness and falling upon the back of her virginal head.

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New erotic short story series! First installment of Sylvia and the Dead Company

“Sylvia? It is Sylvia, right?”

Her lips were sealed, neither by force nor restraint—the Dead Company had her.

“Listen.” The man continued. “I’m going to restrain and clean you.”

The man grabbed Sylvia first by the left ankle, she kicked instinctually with her right, aiming for the throat but thudding into his big meaty palm instead. Not entirely bothered, he frowned at her.

“Behave yourself, Sylvia,” he said and pulled her toward him by the ankles.