108 Can't Keep A Swine Down

Chapter 108: Can't Keep A Swine Down

Bridget barely had the time to come out of the throne room, that she had already heard her witch student beginning to moan again. 

This wasn't normal.

Unless she decided to masturbate herself a few minutes after she had been molested and fucked by Lord Monsoon, this was, simply, extremely unlikely to be the case. Without wasting another second, the current Witch Queen spun back around and went back as fast as she could inside of the throne room of the dark church of the coven. 

However, in order to get back into the throne room, she had to walk a long, long, seemingly never-ending hallway that separated her from her witch student, who she feared was in big, big trouble once again. And there she was, thinking she had failed again! Now certain, this had been a bad mistake to leave her alone with him, even though she had been able to cast her spell on him, neutralizing him, putting him to sleep. Well… Perhaps the spell hadn't worked anywhere as much as she hoped it was going to be the case. She hated herself for that. Her high-heels were heard clicking, making loud, echoing noises through the hallway. Reflecting and competing with the echoing moaning of the young and innocent, witch student that could also be heard in the hallway with her, coming through the walls of the throne room. Escaping. Bridget was urged to rush faster into the throne room. She was prepared to do anything for her sisters and daughters. 

Nothing was too good for them, and assuring herself that Debra was safe was capital to her. She was ready to do anything for her sisters and daughters that she wasn't blood-related with. The only true sister she had that was blood-related was September. Yet, she wouldn't be doing anything she could to help and save her like she would with her coven sisters. She only had one blood-related sister, one true sister, and she wished she was either arrested and locked up or worse… She continued hearing Debra moaning louder and louder as she ran back toward the throne room. Perhaps she was only moaning because of the continuous river of warm semen flowing out of her pussy. Perhaps it was just that. Perhaps it was only her masturbating, not getting fun already. Perhaps it was only that. Bridget prayed it was only that. Blood was rushing in her veins. 

"Debra?" Bridget shouted as she suddenly burst through the two closed doors that were directly leading into the throne room. 

The moaning suddenly stopped. 

There was nothing. Bridget was greeted with darkness and complete silence. Debra was nowhere to be seen. Same thing for Lord Monsoon. His body had vanished. The semen-covered throne was empty. Abandoned in the middle of the large and dark room. Bridget was desperately searching for the witch student and the swine monster, but she couldn't spot them anywhere in the room. She began moving around. Running from one side to another in her throne room. Patrolling. Becoming more and more nervous as she searched without finding anything. Not even a clue as to what might have happened. The fact that she was moaning so loud earlier and that she could be heard through the walls and that now, everything was so silent, almost as if she had never moaned, was messing with the Witch Queen. She didn't know what to make of it. 

"Debra? Are you still around?" Bridget called out her name again. Hoping, she would be receiving a reply. But she did not. Well, not the type of reply she was hoping for. Something much darker.

"Over here…" Bridget heard the dark and deep voice of the swine monster. Behind her. The creature was not sleeping. It was still up. Behind her, she saw him as she finally spun around. Her crescent moon scepter in her hands, protecting herself with it. Lord Monsoon was revealed to be standing right next to the round table on the other side of the room. Looking like he had been there all along. Bridget missed him earlier as she first investigated the room. The throne room was so dark that it wasn't a big surprise. What was a big surprise was the fact that he was up, seemingly, completely unaffected by the enchantment spell Bridget had recently cast on him. Not only that, he had dominated the young Debra again. He towered over her as she was kneeling down between his pair of muscular legs. His dick was long, hard, and fully erect again. His swine's cock was deep into the tiny mouth of the apprentice witch. She was deliberately giving him a nice blow-job. Bridget could easily tell she was more than glad to be doing so for Lord Monsoon. She was a willing, perverted witch. 

"..." Debra was moaning. She could be heard doing so, even with something as huge as his dominant member inside of her mouth. She tried saying something to Bridget, but sadly couldn't. 

"Debra! Don't you worry, I am going to save you!" she said.

"She doesn't need or want your help, witch-bitch. Look at her. She is happy to have been turned into my slave. You are next."

"My enchantment spell didn't work on you earlier. Looks like attempting to neutralize you was not the best idea… If I can't capture you, that leaves me only one option: Killing you," she said as she readied herself and began focusing her energy and her mana to cast a new spell. Something that could potentially put an end to this… To him! She shut her eyes and prepared her mana for her next spell… "Crescent Moon Gale…" she began saying the name of her spell before suddenly getting interrupted. She was stopped. She re-opened her eyes and realized that Lord Monsoon was now right next to her.

She was his target. 

He tried to swiftly shove his member inside of her mouth after bringing her down onto her knees. 

It didn't work.

She was surely down on her knees, but he was not exactly about to do anything else to her just yet. 

He wished to do something similar to her as I had just done to her witch apprentice, Debra. However, in no time, he had already disrupted her and stopped her from casting any other spell on her. Lord Monsoon wished he could move her dick in and out of her mouth. 

He desired to toy with her. 

"Casting a sleeping spell on me? Really, Witch Queen? Really? I'm going to show you how you are going to go from 'Queen' to 'slave'."                       

"Let go of my little sister, you ass-hole," September entered the throne and shot an orange beam of destruction right into the back of the swine monster. 

He was sent flying! Away from Bridget! She was freed!