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"Oh, dear!" said Marianna, "did that hurt your expansive backside? Try this!" Marianna produced Fiona's wand, and with a flick, it floated past her to a position behind her. With another flick, it let forth a tongue of flame like a dragon's fire.
"Don't be afraid, dear," the redheaded sorceress continued. "This fire won't harm you too much. But you'll feel every bit of its intensity!"
Collected Story Text So Far From the Beginning
The sleepy town of Dacqoise sat at a quiet bend
Mariana waved her wand, and a pair of red, glowing paddles appeared behind the sisters.
As if wielded by invisible hands, the paddles slapped and punished the naughty sorceress’ backsides.
“While your sister may be a soft one, you’re a tougher nut to crack…"
Marianna paused for a moment, then called to one of her guards. "Get that weird little inventor from before. Yvonne or whatever. Tell her to bring that device she spoke of." "Yes, your majesty," the guard said, bowing. Then paused for a moment, afraid that saying how that plan might ...
Shocked as Countess Fiona was, however, she refused to give the sorceress the satisfaction of her tears. She set her jaw and tried to bear the pain.
Finally, the fabric, even strengthened by magical enhancements as it was, could stretch no further; first Selena’s then Fiona’s tore away from them. Whatever magical force had held them promptly let go, and the shredded fabric floated to the ground like a leaf from a tree.
“What lovely undergarments!” Marianna said, and, with a wave of her hand, the backs of the sisters’ panties flew up ward, as if some invisible force was pulling on them, shoving the bunched cloth into their nethers.
At the same time, she magically removed Selena’s shoes, and only Fiona’s right boot.
The two women levitated above the jeering crowd, their bodies laid bare so different from what people had seen before. With only undergarments and footwear, little protected their modesty.
And with their hands held in place by magic, they couldn’t cover up. “Please stop, let us down,” Selena whined. “Let us go now or we will take such revenge on you—“ Fiona spat, but the wavering of her voice made it clear that she didn’t believe her bravado. After all, this was a powerf...
“I hear you…you’re dreading the corset coming off,” Marianna said, “it hides sooo many sins. I can feel your strength of will when you enchanted it. You never wanted it to come loose in public. But your magic is mine, now…may the fabric tear as it will!”
The seams of the corset were starting to pop under the strain of what was underneath.
She waved her hands in smooth, circular motions, as if unwinding a large spool of string. As if in answer to her, the sisters’ clothes started to pull, to strain, and tear, mostly along seams.
The tears started where the flesh was packed so tight that the fabric, without magic, could no longer hold—the backsides, the thighs,




























