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outskirts of the corn crops. He knew as they
went farther into the fields that the scenery would change dramatically.
    Many years ago, the cornfields were a major source of income
for Sinoda. The farmer, Horace, was one of the richest men around, both in
income and in life. Everyone who met him loved him. Then the Witches decided
they wanted his wealth and captured him. After torturing him for weeks, the
Witches let Horace go to run his cornfields.
    But instead of being the kind farmer all knew, he became a
killing lunatic. Ian had once called Horace a friend. Now he would kill him if
the opportunity presented itself.
    Ian held up his hand and stopped. Lexi stood behind him
barely breathing.
    “What is it,” she whispered, icy fear in her voice.
    “We’re getting close to Horace’s cornfields. When the birds
stop chirping, I want you to crawl behind me. Do you understand?”
    She nodded and he prowled cautiously ahead. He prayed
silently that they could get to the forest before the sun rose. It would be
their only hope.
    * * * * *
    “Horace,” a sultry voice whispered. “Horace, wake up.”
    Horace opened his eyes and glanced around in dread. He knew
that voice. Oh he knew it so well. But why was she here after all this time?
She had promised she was done with him but he should have known better.
    “What the fuck do you want?”
    “Oh Horace,” another voice danced around him. “That’s no way
to talk to us. We just want to play.”
    He sat up in his little bed. He could see no one in his one
room shack but he knew they were there. He grabbed his coat and stood.
    “Tell me what you want and then get the hell out of here,”
he demanded.
    His voice held false courage and he knew that they knew.
Three women appeared in front of him and he shrank back. No, not women. They
were the Witches and they would never let him go. They stood before him in
their black lingerie, making their green skin stand out. Though they were pure
evil, they were also beautiful, forever frozen in time as temptresses.
    Before giving their lives over to magic, the three had been
ordinary triplets with dark hair and decent breasts. Their once ivory white skin
turned a jade color with their powers. Their eyes turned from sky blue to a
black as dark as their hearts.
    Their magic had made them irresistible. So irresistible that
Horace felt himself getting lost in their soulless eyes once more. It was
pointless to fight them, a lesson he learned years ago. Fighting them only led
to more pain. And while pain was good sometimes, they would hurt him until it
became too much.
    One reached out and stroked his face.
    “Horace, someone is coming to take all your corn,” she
purred.
    Another stepped up and rubbed her hand down his chest. “Yes,
Horace. Two travelers head this way.”
    The third reached out and grabbed his cock through his
pants. She squeezed and Horace groaned as he grew hard. This one…he could never
resist her. She was the leader of the three. She was his master, too,
commanding his every breath.
    A green hand unzipped his pants. Horace closed his eyes as his
temptress pulled his cock from his pants, kneeled and put it in her mouth.
    She sucked it just the way he liked, letting her tongue roll
around the head. Horace gasped for air. Her mouth felt like a million mouths
and he pumped his hips against her.
    “Yes,” one moaned. “Let me have a taste, sister.”
    His cock went into the mouth of another Witch. Horace reached
out and stroked a pair of breasts. It did not matter which one it was. They
were all the same to him. They were all the death of him.
    “Horace,” purred a voice. “We want you to kill them.”
    He panted. Their mouths seemed to be everywhere. Against his
neck, his ass, his cock. He closed his eyes and tried to block their evil faces
from his mind. His body had other ideas though. His balls tightened and he knew
he was about to come.
    “Horace. You will kill them.” a firmer voice demanded.
    Horace cried out