Umiliati Offesi - Italian Story - Lo stupidotto fan delle streghe - The fool witch fan #2

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Umiliati  Offesi - Italian Story - Lo stupidotto fan delle streghe - The fool witch fan #2

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Italian Story - Lo stupidotto fan delle streghe - The fool witch fan #2

As the lights dimmed and the anticipation grew, the four beautiful witches from Umiliati Offesi took their places before the camera. Numa, the tallest and most dominant, sat on a throne-like chair, her emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. Beside her was Lilli, the youngest and smallest, perched on a stool that barely reached her knees. In the opposite corner, Scarlett, the fiery redhead, lounged on a chaise longue, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. And finally, there was Mistress Mia, the exotic beauty with a cruel glint in her eyes, standing regally with her hands on her hips.



The fan watched with bated breath as Numa and Scarlett leafed through the questions he had sent them. Lilli looked up at her sisters nervously, sensing that something big was about to happen. The air crackled with tension as Numa read out the first question aloud: "Can you show me how you would crush small insects under your feet?"



Without hesitation, Numa rose to her full height and stepped onto the table, her foot landing squarely on the miniature chair that Lilli was sitting on. There was a loud crack as the chair shattered under Numa's weight, and Lilli let out a high-pitched squeal of terror. A smile of satisfaction spread across Numa's face as she looked down at the tiny figure at her feet.



The second question was even more ominous: "Can you take off your shoes and show me what you would do if a person you hate was dwarfed in front of you?" As one, the four witches kicked off their heels and stood before the fan, their naked feet flexing menacingly. The fan couldn't help but stare at the size difference - these women were used to towering over mere mortals like him.



Suddenly, without warning, Numa and Scarlett lunged forward, their feet connecting with the fan's chest. He cried out in pain as the impact sent him reeling backward, hitting the wall with a thud. Before he could recover, Lilli was on him, her small hands digging into his skin as she laughed maniacally.



The beating continued for what seemed like an eternity, each strike harder than the last. Finally, when the witches had had their fill, they stopped and stood back, admiring their handiwork. The fan lay on the floor, his body bruised and battered, his once-proud form reduced to that of a child's doll.



Numa knelt down next to him, her face close to his, her breath warm on his cheek. "This," she purred, her voice low and threatening, "is what happens when you mess with us." And with that, she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, her lips soft against his cold, trembling skin.



As the camera faded to black, the fan could only wonder what horrors lay ahead. He knew one thing for sure, though - he wouldn't be messing with these witches again.

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