The Wizard's Semen

"What have you done to us" shouted Carandar, "Why can't I move?"

"I've sprayed you with a potion. It's a bit of a mixture, but mainly it's a compliance potion. With some other things thrown in. I'm afraid it's required as you would never do as you're told otherwise, and we'll get through this much quicker if you would just do as you are told" he told them with a smile. The old man's manner had changed; he was no longer the bumbling, apologetic person that they'd met when they walked in, but now spoke with poise and authority. His physical appearance was different too, no longer an old man, but a handsome chap somewhere in his thirties. Instead of his old clothes, he now sported a long cloak covered in bright swirls and symbols. "The Council have asked me to help you to resolve the issues you have in your coven. My name is Maldrin, and as you've probably guessed by now, I'm a wizard. I have my own way of doing things, and whilst they may be unconventional, I have a one hundred percent success rate. So I'm confident that we can sort things out"

"I don't want sorting out. I'm leaving" shouted Carandar, and proceeded to stand exactly where she was.

"You can't leave, you are mine to do with as I wish for as long as I wish". This comment had all four women shouting at once even the normally subservient Jenna, venting their anger in his direction.

"I can see that you need a demonstration. Then, maybe, we can get down to business" he said, with a smile.

He walked over to where they were standing, and positioned himself in front of Joncola. Her tight white dress contrasted fabulously with her dark skin. "You have a lovely figure" he told her, and ran the fingers of his right hand over her body. Her nipples visibly hardened through the fabric of her dress, and his other hand joined in as he moved to caress and tweak them through the material. Moving away, he told her to remove her dress.