Thanks very much Pretty_Cat_Princess and GTSWriter.
The storylines I have for these images largely come out of the Mystic View Hotel, an “abandoned” mansion hidden somewhere in the vast forests of the Pacific Northwest.
In summary, this is a coven of witches, skilled in the “Artisan” use of what they call “Craft.” Mysterious, arcane, freakishly powerful, some are hundreds of years old, but they use this Craft to (among other things) keep themselves forever beautiful.
They sometimes also use the Craft to make themselves very large, especially when it comes to harvesting what they call “Shine.” This is raw spiritual essence, wrung from the souls of helpless slaves to fuel the coven’s various rites, spells, and incantations. Terror, awe, lust, worship, desire, humiliation, pain, ecstasy ... the witches have found that it helps to be 10, 15, or 20 feet tall when trying to evoke such emotions from their “pets,” especially at the intensity required to harvest Shine.
Once brought to the Mystic View, such pets are subjected to various ... “attentions” of their giantess hosts. For a night, a weekend, maybe a little longer, fantasy and nightmare are woven together into unendurable, mind-bending exploitation. Memories are then suitable altered through careful use of Craft, and the prey find themselves safely at home with no clear idea of what actually happened to them.
But sometimes, somehow, the prey escape. A witch gets careless, a pet gets lucky, and just that fast he’s out of the mansion and into the seemingly endless forest beyond.
This is something the Coven cannot allow. Secrecy is everything. If a “guest” of the Coven is ever allowed free without having his memory wiped, if anyone ever gets a clue of what actually happens out here or who these women actually are ...
Needless to say, such men are hunted down at all costs.
Looks like such a hunt is on right now.
With the Mystic View’s Halloween party dragging on into the next exhaustive day, it was perhaps inevitable that at least one pet would wriggle free. Not content with his own ingratitude, this little bastard also helped free two of his friends before the three of them made a break for it.
Tiffany, youngest witch of the Coven, was the one to loose control of her slave. At least she was smart enough to swallow her pride and alert the rest of the house. Cassandra, head mistress of the Coven, immediately accompanied Tiffany out into the woods to find the three runaways. Just to be sure, they also brought Tanja with them, the “monster” that lurks in the Mystic View’s basement.
In all, this is very bad news for our three friends here. Soundly embarrassed in front of the other witches, Tiffany will stop at nothing to find these slaves, no matter what. Over three hundred years old and easily the most powerful Artisan witch in the Coven, Cassandra’s Craft will ensure that these men simply have no chance of escape. And Tanja, well ... she’s just mean. Easily the most cruel witch of the Coven, she delights in nothing more than hunting men down as literal prey.
Now, the moment has come. Tiffany (blonde, left) spotted her runaway pet trying to hide with his friends in the woods. Tanja (brunette, center) was on them instantly, ready to burn them into ash with a sheet of supernatural flame. At last, however, our three fugitives have caught a break. By the time Tanja and Tiffany caught them, Cassandra was also on the scene (background), and her rules are clear. No pet is permanently, intentionally harmed. Ever.
A good thing too. If Cassandra hadn’t been here, Tanja’s flame would’ve ensured even their teeth could never be identified.
Nevertheless, for three friends here, time has already run out. The youngest and least guilty of the three will be taken into Cassandra’s dominant, expert, and yet more or less gentle care – his cries and sobs to replace the Shine she had to use on Craft tracking them down in the woods. The second will be dragged back to Tiffany’s bedchamber, this time lashed down with supernatural bonds to suffer no small measure of her hunger, and anger.
But the ringleader, the silly bastard who first broke loose ... he’s being given to Tanja. Down into the Mystic View’s basement he will go, behind soundproof doors so his screams won’t disturb the other guests. Oh, he’ll survive, Tanja will make sure of that. Rules are rules, after all.
But you’d be amazed what you can live through.
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