"But this isn't possible!" Brooke protested.

"No? How did you get tied up? None of us moved, and you were looking right at us when the collar and the spreader bar were applied, weren't you?"

"Uh... yeah."

"It's fairly easy for us to read your thoughts, and not much harder to implant a thought in your head, especially something seemingly innocuous like turning right instead of left. We can't implant complex core beliefs, like make you think you're Napoleon - that's not possible. But, when we touch you and work in concert, we can conjure certain items and apply them to you. We conjured the cuffs and the collar and put them on you."

Brooke knew only that she was being lied to. "I don't believe you," she replied stubbornly. This had to be some kind of trick, or maybe some quick-acting drug they had gassed her with.

Alice flashed that wicked grin once more. "No one ever does." She placed her hands on Brooke's shoulders, making the newly-bound woman twitch in fear, but Alice did nothing more than turn her 90 degrees to the right to face a full-length mirror. "But if you keep your eyes open for a second, I believe I can convince you. Please watch yourself in the mirror."

Brooke looked at her body. The collar was black, with a D-ring at the front, and very thick, even more than she had imagined when it had been fitted on her. The way her arms were pulled behind her made her breasts push forward and up just a bit so that a little more of her cleavage was on display. The gleaming bar that was secured to her ankles keeping her feet wide apart was about three feet across. She felt a little sexy-dirty, like the bondage was suggesting she was ready for some action.

Both scared and intrigued, she continued to look as the women once again joined hands and touched her shoulders, recreating the circle. The look of extreme concentration returned, and the tingling sensation returned for Brooke, this time in her mouth. As she looked, she felt her jaw open and, a second later, a large red ball materialized behind her teeth. A strap ran across her cheeks and was secured behind her head, while one smaller strap went under her chin and another ran over the top of her head. A third strap ran across her forehead and was also secured behind her head. The numerous buckles were secured without human touch. The ladies dropped their hands and smiled once more.

"You see," Alice asked an amazed Brooke as she tried to spit the ball out. "We just gagged you without physically doing so." Brooke realized they spoke the truth, that the fantastical powers of witches were not things of fantasy." But why did they tie me up? What do they want with me?

"Ah, the big question," Rachelle said, approaching the bound woman. "Well, first of all, now that we have you securely bound, we're going to stop reading your mind. It's not exactly fair, so you have our word that your thoughts will remain your own from now on."

Big fucking deal. And that still doesn't tell me why I'm here.

"Now that we've established that... well, you're here because we do like to take young women and enjoy using them. You see, we are a very small sect of witches whose primary goal in life is to enjoy our sexuality. You're very attractive. Now that you're tied up, we're going to take pleasure from you, to make you serve us, to give you the pleasure that only another woman can give you, and we're going to use whatever means needed to ensure you obedience."

Brooke's eyes bulged as the grasped the full import of what was in store for her. She was going to be raped, but worse, they were going to torment and torture her to make her obey. She didn't quite know what that meant, but it couldn't be good.

"Understand," Alice chimed in, "that we're not going to injure you - you'll be fine when we release you - whenever that is. But you should also understand that we have ways of making you suffer if you choose not to follow our orders." She came closer, sliding her arms around Brooke's waist and rubbing against her body. "We prefer to make our hostages feel delicious pleasure - we can do things that are pleasurable beyond anything regular women can fathom - but we won't hesitate to use our devices to get you to that point if you try to fight us." She placed a soft kiss on Brooke's nose, enraging her. "In fact, many of our captives need to feel that pain, to help them rise above the emotions that hold them back. The longer you resist, the more you will suffer - all I can tell you is that letting go is the only way to be free."