Three Bitches, One Room

Chapter 197: Three Bitches, One Room

There was a heated confrontation in the medical chamber.

"Great. That's exactly what we needed…" September mentioned as she dropped everything she was doing to take on Agatha, the other witch in the room. "April. Do whatever you can with Junk. Bring him back to us before it's too late. Do whatever it's necessary to bring him back, okay?" September instructed her.

"What about you? Why are you counting on doing it, exactly?"

"I'll be taking care of our friend," September replied to her.

"As if you truly believe you can stop me," Agatha told her.

"I seriously believe I can do something about it…" She mentioned to her right before stepping toward Agatha and making her jack-o-lantern scepter hit the ground as she was preparing her next spell. The one that she was going to use to defend her home and her partners. A burst of red energy suddenly surged out of the spot where she hit the ground with the end of her magical scepter.

"Some flashy lights? Is that all you can do, old-ass, Autumn bitch?" Agatha called her that, not caring about whom she used to be, not caring for even one second about the fact that she was the Witch Queen at one point in time. Agatha continued marching into the medical chamber, not worried about much. 

The red lights didn't frighten her away. But this was because she didn't exactly understand what September was preparing for her. As soon as Agatha had made the big mistake to enter inside of the medical room, she was enchanted with a certain trick that September had up her sleeve. Something that was going to make her think twice about oppressing them. 

"Uh?" All of a sudden, Agatha was frozen in place. She couldn't move any longer. She tried making another step forward, but it didn't exactly work. She wondered why at first, but realized that the right lights, which came out from the former Witch Queen's scepter, were now circulating all around her. She was paralyzed. At least, she felt that way for the most part. It was now impossible for her to move around, with it being to step forward, backward, or on the sides. However, she was still able to turn her head around and to move her arms a bit, but that was about it. The red lights turned into some kid of crimson over shield that she now had, going over her body. "What is this? What have you done to me?" Agatha interrogated her.

"Now, we are going to have some fun, you and me," September replied to her, cocking her head as she smiled at her. 

"I don't have time for this, former Witch Queen. I am here for him. I am taking the beast back with me. You don't deserve him. You don't deserve to own such a wonderful and powerful demon knight. He belongs to me. He is going to become my new protector. And my husband. And my slave. I need him. You don't understand how much I require him. You had him for a long time at this point. It's time for you to give it over. It only makes sense. Provide me with the Minotaur and I will be on my way out of here. I swear," Agatha said.

"Tell that to your boss! Lord Monsoon! He's the one who is responsible for this happening to Junk in the first place!" April was revolted by the degree of audacity that was oozing out of Agatha. She was working for the swine monster himself, the overlord, Lord Monsoon. The one who hurt and will also possibly be responsible for the death of the remarkable and devoted soldier that was the Minotaur. Then, she dared coming here and asking for him, demanding that they hand him to her. It was insulting, quite frankly. 

"My boss? He's the one who did this to him?" she asked.

"That's right. He is dying right now, so you better get shut up and listen to us. We are not not scared by you or your master. Junk defeated him earlier. He had the best of him. Do you know that?" April continued shouting at the witch and defending the knight. 

"I wasn't aware of this. In case you hadn't noticed, I have been imprisoned in the basement of your tower for a couple of hours now. For a lot of hours. I recently only managed to free myself."

"Doesn't matter. You are imprisoned again. You can't move. You are mine," September announced to her as she stepped forward and proceeded to fondle Agatha's breasts through her witch's robe. She was taken aback by this. She didn't understand why this was happening to her and at such a questionable moment. The Minotaur was dying on the table on the other side of the room because of the lightning scar in the middle of his chest. But the former Witch Queen was over here, fondling her breasts. She wasn't expecting this.

"What… What are you doing to me?" Agatha asked September. Blushing and moaning as she asked this question.

"April. It's time. Do whatever you can to help Junk. I'm dealing with her now," and as soon as September said this, she took the time to lift the veil on Agatha. She lifted her witch's robe and revealed her gorgeous, naked tits. Agatha wasn't as huge as September or as big as April as well for that matter, but she was still considerably and colossally large. September touched her breasts all around with her right hand. She then lifted her left hand in the air and pursued a continuation of the same enchantment she cast earlier. This time, there were red lights surrounding Agatha's tits. The red lights had some kind of gravitational pull on her chest. Her nipples moved by themselves. Her thick nipples were pulled toward September.

"Understood!" April nodded and turned around. She climbed on top of the medical table with Junk and cast a spell as well. "Spring Restoration!" She shouted the name of her spell and a green cloud appeared, hovering over the lightning scar in the middle of the knight's chest. The cloud began extracting the electricity from his scar. This was going to be a slow process. A painfully slow process, but it was going to work. Eventually. Maybe. "I can do this. I know, I can do this…" April murmured to herself.