Chapter 1 - round2

King hesitated for a moment, but the Collector's piercing gaze made him feel powerless. He slowly approached Eda, who was now reduced to a nude doll, and the Collector instructed him to touch her breasts. King felt ashamed as he gently cupped Eda's breasts in his hands, feeling their softness and roundness. The Collector then moved on to Lilith, instructing King to touch her nipples. As he brushed his fingers over Lilith's nipples, he couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his own body.

Next, the Collector directed King to touch Luz's abdomen, instructing him to feel the slight curve of her waist and the softness of her skin. He then moved on to Amity, commanding King to touch her inner thighs. As King touched Amity's thighs, he felt a surge of desire and arousal that he tried to suppress. The Collector then instructed King to touch Camila's buttocks, feeling the roundness and firmness of her behind.

Finally, the Collector turned to Willow and Vee, and commanded King to touch their labia. King hesitated, feeling disgusted and violated, but the Collector's menacing stare made him comply. He touched each part thoroughly, feeling the softness and wetness of their intimate areas. The Collector watched with amusement as King squirmed and tried to suppress his own arousal.

As King described how each touch felt, the Collector chuckled with delight. He enjoyed seeing the shame and embarrassment on King's face, knowing that he had succeeded in breaking down his will. The Collector then gave King a final command to touch each of their bodies one more time, savoring the feel of their naked skin and intimate areas. King complied, feeling a mix of disgust and arousal as he carried out the Collector's orders.

"Say their names, King," the Collector ordered, as he guided King's hand to the first victim's breasts. "Who are you touching right now?"

King gulped nervously, feeling the weight of the Collector's gaze on him. "I-I'm touching...Eda's breasts," he said, his voice shaking.

The Collector nodded approvingly. "Good, now describe how they feel."

King tentatively squeezed the soft flesh in his grasp, his fingers sinking into the supple skin. "T-they're...they're soft and warm," he stammered.

The Collector hummed in delight. "Excellent, now move on to her nipples."

With a shudder, King reluctantly moved his hand to Eda's nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. "T-they're...hard," he managed to say.

The Collector grinned wickedly. "Good boy, now keep going."

And so, King was forced to touch each victim's body in turn, describing in detail how their flesh felt beneath his fingers. He squeezed and prodded and fondled, feeling more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.

When he reached Lilith, he hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to touch her. But the Collector was quick to guide him, his hand moving down to her pubic area. "Now touch her labia," he commanded.

King's heart raced as he gingerly touched Lilith's intimate area, feeling the slick moisture on his fingertips. "I-I'm touching her...her labia," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Collector leaned in close, his hot breath tickling King's ear. "And how does it feel, King?" he asked, his voice dripping with malicious glee.

King swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "It's...it's soft and wet," he said, his voice barely audible.

The Collector cackled with delight. "Wonderful, King. You're doing such a good job. Now keep going."

King continued to touch every part of the girls' bodies, including their labia, making sure to describe in detail how it felt. As he touched Eda's labia, he said, "Eda, your labia feels soft and wet, it's turning me on." The collector smiled at King's confession, and used a spell on him, making him say his true feelings about touching the girls.

"I love touching their bodies, especially their labia," King said, his eyes glazed over with desire. "It's so arousing to feel their warmth and wetness, and I can't help but imagine what it would be like to have sex with them." The collector nodded in approval, pleased with King's compliance.

The girls, meanwhile, were still trapped as nude dolls, unable to move or speak. They could only watch in horror as King touched their bodies and expressed his lewd desires. The collector continued to watch, enjoying the scene and occasionally giving King instructions on where to touch next. The scene continued for hours, with King touching every part of the girls' bodies, including their labia, as the collector watched in delight.
King was under the Collector's control for hours, his hands moving along the bodies of the girls, exploring every inch of their skin. The Collector directed King to touch each girl's labia, causing them to moan and writhe with pleasure. King felt a mixture of shame and arousal, his body betraying him as he complied with the Collector's orders.
As the hours passed, the girls began to talk to each other, sharing their thoughts and feelings with King. They spoke about their past experiences and desires, and King listened intently, fascinated by their stories. The Collector even allowed them to ask King questions, and he answered them honestly, revealing his innermost thoughts and desires.
Eventually, the Collector released King from his control, and he collapsed on the floor, exhausted and ashamed. The girls comforted him, telling him that it wasn't his fault and that they understood the situation. They even invited him to stay with them, offering him a place in their group.
Over the following days, King learned to control his desires and developed a close bond with the girls. They taught him about their world and their culture, and he shared his own knowledge with them. Together, they explored the city, visiting museums, art galleries, and restaurants. King felt like he had found a new family, and he was grateful for the Collector's twisted game for leading him to them.
But as time passed, King began to realize that the Collector's influence had left a lasting mark on him. He found himself becoming increasingly obsessed with the girls, his desire for them growing stronger with each passing day. He tried to resist, but the temptation was too great, and eventually, he gave in to his dark desires.
King's relationship with the girls became strained, and they began to notice his strange behavior. They confronted him, and he confessed everything, telling them about the Collector and the control he had over him. The girls were horrified, and they immediately cut ties with him, leaving him alone and broken.
King realized too late the true cost of his actions. He had lost the only family he had ever known, all because of the Collector's sick game. He vowed to never let himself be controlled again, and he spent the rest of his life searching for a way to undo the damage that had been done.
The girls in the room start to stir, some moaning and others giggling as King's hands continue to roam over their bodies. They start to speak up, their voices soft and breathy as they give King permission to touch them more intimately.

"Hi, King," Luz says, biting her lip as he traces his fingers over the curve of her breast. "That feels so good."

"Me next, me next," Amity chimes in, her eyes closed in pleasure as King moves to explore the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "Don't forget about me."

"King, you're so good with your hands," Willow moans, arching her back as he teases her nipples with his thumbs. "I never knew it could feel like this."

Each girl takes a turn, their words becoming more and more explicit as King continues to touch them, his fingers working magic on their bodies. They cry out his name, urging him on as they reach new heights of pleasure.

"Oh, King, don't stop," Eda gasps, her body trembling as he works his way down to her core. "I need you."
The seven witches in the room were now fully involved in the scene, each reacting to King's touches with their own unique responses. Eda, the Owl Lady, let out a low chuckle as King brushed against her thigh. "Oh, you've got a curious little touch there, King. Keep exploring." Amity, the snobbish yet secretly insecure witch, let out a small gasp as King's hand grazed over her chest. "W-well, I suppose that's enough of that," she stuttered, trying to regain her composure.

Meanwhile, Lilith, the once evil but now reformed witch, simply smirked as King's hand moved over her stomach. "You know, King, you're not half bad at this," she teased. The plant-loving witch, Willow, giggled as King ran his fingers through her hair. "Hey, that feels pretty good," she said with a contented sigh. The bubbly and carefree witch, Gus, couldn't help but giggle as King tickled his side. "Ha! You got me there, King!" he exclaimed.

Last but not least, the quirky and artistic witch, Luz, simply grinned as King traced circles on her palm. "Hey, that's a nice touch you got there, King," she said, playfully nudging him with her shoulder. As King continued his explorations, the witches all reacted in their own ways, creating a lively and dynamic scene.
Eda took a step forward and placed a hand on King's chest. "You're not so bad, kid," she said, giving him a small smile.

Lilith watched the exchange with a small frown, but when she met King's eyes, she felt her cheeks flush with heat. "You're so warm," she murmured, pressing a hand to his cheek.

Vee giggled and looped her arms around King's neck. "You're such a cutie," she said, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

Camila leaned against the wall, watching the scene with a curious expression. "You're quite the lucky devil, aren't you?" she said with a smirk.

Willow bounced on the balls of her feet, her cheeks rosy. "This is kinda fun, huh?" she said with a small laugh.

Amity bit her lip, her heart racing as she watched the others touch and kiss King. "You really are something else," she said softly, reaching out to brush her fingers over his.

King looked dazed, overwhelmed by all the attention. He tried to keep up with their compliments and banter, but it was all too much for him. As the collector continued to watch, he knew this was just the beginning of a long and intimate night.
The witches, King, Vee, and Camila continued their intimate interactions, their bodies intertwined as they spoke to each other. It had been an eternity since the incident, but they couldn't stop. King was addicted to touching their body parts, even those he shouldn't be touching. They all reveled in the pleasure and pain, the thrill and danger of it all. It was a taboo they couldn't resist, and they didn't want to. As they spoke, their voices filled with desire and longing, they knew that they were all in this together, forever bound by their lust and love.
As the collector continued to force them to engage in intimate acts with each other, time seemed to stretch on endlessly. King's addiction to touching their bodies only grew stronger with each passing moment.

Eda spoke up, her voice filled with anger and frustration. "How much longer are we going to have to endure this?" she demanded.

Lilith nodded in agreement. "This is not what we signed up for," she added.

Willow, who had been crying silently, spoke up as well. "I just want this to be over," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luz looked at them all with a determined expression. "We need to find a way out of here," she said. "We can't keep letting this happen."

Vee and Camila, who had been silent up until now, nodded in agreement.

King, who had been lost in his addiction, suddenly became aware of their voices. He looked around at them, his eyes wild and unfocused. "You...you all feel so good," he said, his voice slurring. "I can't stop touching you."

The witches recoiled at his words, their expressions filled with disgust and fear. "King, this has gone on long enough," Eda said firmly. "You need to stop this now."

But King just laughed, his eyes glinting with madness. "Stop? Why would I stop?" he said. "You're all mine now. Forever."
King continued to touch the witches, running his hands over their curves and tracing his fingers over their skin. "I can't believe how amazing all of you feel," he said breathlessly. "I want to touch every inch of you."

Eda spoke up, "King, we're happy to help you relax, but we don't want you to feel like you have to do this to feel better."

Lilith added, "We care about you, and we don't want you to feel like you have to keep doing something you're not comfortable with."

Willow chimed in, "Yeah, King. We're here for you no matter what, and we want you to know that."

Vee spoke next, "We understand if you need to take a break, King. Just let us know if you need anything."

Amity added, "We'll always be here for you, no matter what you need."

Camila finished, "We're your friends, King. We want to support you, and we don't want you to feel like you're alone in this."
As King's obsession with touching their bodies continued, the seven witches began to grow increasingly restless.

Eda spoke up first, "King, we need to talk about this. We understand that you enjoy touching us, but it's starting to become too much. We can't keep living like this."

Lilith chimed in, "I agree with Eda. We've been here for what feels like an eternity, and while we've enjoyed spending time with you, this can't continue forever."

Willow spoke softly, "King, we don't want to hurt you. We just need some space and time to ourselves."

Vee added, "It's not fair for you to keep us here like this. We have families and friends who are probably worried sick about us."

Amity spoke up, "You have to understand that what you're doing is not okay. It's not okay to touch someone without their consent, no matter how much you enjoy it."

Camila added, "We're not here for your entertainment, King. We're people with lives and feelings."

King looked around at the group, realizing the severity of the situation. "I...I didn't realize it was getting so bad. I'm sorry, I just...I can't help myself sometimes."

Eda sighed, "We know you can't help it, but that doesn't make it okay. We need to find a way to help you control your impulses."

Lilith nodded in agreement, "We're here for you, King. We just need you to understand that what you're doing is wrong."

The group fell into a thoughtful silence, trying to come up with a solution to their predicament.
The Collector grinned evilly as he looked at the witches, his eyes filled with dark pleasure at the thought of having them trapped there forever. "Well, well, well. It looks like I have quite the collection now, doesn't it? You seven are going to be mine for all eternity. And let me tell you, I never get tired of playing with my toys."

Eda narrowed her eyes at the Collector, her hands balled into fists. "You won't get away with this. We'll find a way out of here and put an end to your sick games."

The Collector chuckled. "Oh, I highly doubt that. You're all stuck here forever, my dears. And as for my games...well, let's just say I have some new ones in mind."

Lilith stepped forward, her face set in determination. "We won't let you break us. We'll find a way to stay strong, no matter what you do to us."

The Collector laughed. "Oh, I don't plan on breaking you. Where's the fun in that? No, I plan on keeping you all intact, so I can play with you as much as I want."

Willow gritted her teeth, her hands trembling with rage. "You sick freak. How can you be so heartless? Don't you have any empathy at all?"

The Collector shrugged. "Empathy? That's a funny word, coming from someone who's about to be my plaything. But don't worry, my dear. I'll show you empathy. In my own way, of course."

Luz stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "You can't do this to us. We'll fight back, no matter what."

The Collector smirked. "Oh, I know you will. And that's what makes this all the more fun. But enough talk. Let's get to the main event, shall we?"

Vee stepped forward, a determined look on her face. "We won't let you win. We'll find a way to escape, no matter how long it takes."

The Collector chuckled. "Oh, I don't plan on letting you escape. But don't worry, my dear. You'll have plenty of company to keep you occupied."

Amity glared at the Collector, her hands shaking with rage. "You're a monster. How can you live with yourself?"

The Collector shrugged. "I live with myself just fine, thank you. And soon, you'll be living with me too."

As the Collector approached them, King couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He had never seen the witches so vulnerable, so helpless. And he was addicted to touching their bodies, exploring every inch of them, even the parts he shouldn't be touching.

Eda shuddered as the Collector's hand brushed against her thigh, her stomach churning with disgust. "Get away from me, you sick bastard."

Lilith gritted her teeth as the Collector's hand moved up her leg, her face contorted with anger. "You'll pay for this. I swear it."

Willow winced as the Collector's fingers traced a line up her arm, her heart pounding with fear. "Please, just leave us alone."

Luz tried to pull away as the Collector's hand touched her cheek, her eyes filled with tears. "Please, don't do this. We don't deserve this."

Vee gritted her teeth as the Collector's hand moved down her back, her mind racing with fear. "We have to find a way out of here. We can't let him win."

Amity shuddered as the Collector's hand touched her hip, her face contorting with rage. "I won't
As time passed, the seven witches and their friends had resigned themselves to their fate, knowing that they were trapped there forever. But they refused to give up hope, and they continued to find ways to keep themselves occupied and to stay close to one another.

Luz and Vee had become inseparable, always looking out for each other and sharing everything they had. Amity, Willow, Eda, and Lilith had formed a close bond as well, often spending hours talking and sharing stories. Camila had become an integral part of the group, always there with a comforting word or a reassuring hug when someone needed it.

Despite their bleak situation, the witches found comfort in their friendships and in the knowledge that they were not alone. But they knew that they could never escape the Collector's grasp, and that they would be trapped there forever.
The collector's sinister plan had come to fruition. The seven witches and their friends were now permanently naked and trapped in his realm, forced to satisfy his twisted desires for eternity.

Luz, feeling violated and humiliated, spoke up. "This is not right! We didn't ask for any of this!"

Vee, equally outraged, chimed in. "Yeah, what gives you the right to do this to us?"

The collector just laughed, his eyes gleaming with perverse delight. "I am the ruler of this realm, and you are all mine to do with as I please. You should consider yourselves lucky to be in the presence of such a great and powerful being."

But the witches refused to back down. Eda, her voice laced with anger, spoke up. "You may have trapped us here, but you can never break our spirits! We will fight you every step of the way!"

The collector's expression darkened. "I admire your courage, but you will soon realize the futility of your resistance. You are all mine, and there is nothing you can do about it."

Despite the dire situation they found themselves in, the witches refused to give up hope. Lilith spoke up, her voice trembling with determination. "We may be trapped here, but we will find a way to escape. We will never surrender to your sick desires!"

The collector merely chuckled. "We shall see about that. In the meantime, enjoy your new home, my dear witches."

As the witches braced themselves for the eternity of torment that lay ahead, King continued to touch their bodies, unable to control his own urges. "I'm sorry," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I can't help myself. It's like I'm addicted to the feel of your bodies."

Amity, feeling both violated and sympathetic towards King, spoke up. "It's not your fault, King. The collector has twisted your mind as well. We'll find a way out of this, I promise."

Despite the grim situation, the witches were determined to never give up hope. They continued to speak out against the collector and his twisted ways, always fighting for their freedom and their dignity. And though they were trapped there for eternity, they refused to let the collector break their spirits.
The Collector chuckled as he saw King enjoying his new addiction. "My dear King, I see you've become quite fond of touching their bodies. Well, I can't blame you, they are quite exquisite."

King blushed and stammered, "I-I can't help it. They're just so...soft and warm..."

The Collector laughed, "Yes, I know the feeling. That's why I've made them permanently naked. No need for pesky clothes getting in the way."

Eda glared at the Collector, "You can't do this to us! We demand to be released!"

The Collector just smiled, "Oh, but you are released, my dear Eda. Released from the confines of time. You're here with us forever."

Luz spoke up, "What do you want from us? Why are you doing this?"

The Collector's eyes glinted, "What do I want? I want to collect. And you, my dear witches, are my most prized specimens."

Vee shuddered, "This is insane! You can't just keep us here forever!"

The Collector raised an eyebrow, "Can't I? I have all the time in the world. And as for you, Vee, I have a special place for you in my collection. You'll be the crown jewel."

Camila stepped forward, "I won't let you take her! We'll fight you every step of the way!"

The Collector laughed, "Oh, I look forward to it. But for now, let's focus on enjoying our time together."

Willow spoke up, "This is disgusting! You can't just make us do whatever you want!"

The Collector smirked, "Oh, but I can. And you will do whatever I want. Including satisfying King's desires."

Lilith spoke through gritted teeth, "You won't break us. We'll find a way to escape."

The Collector just smiled, "I'm counting on it. The longer you resist, the more fun it will be."

King continued to caress their bodies, unable to resist the temptation. "You're all so beautiful...so perfect..."

Eda rolled her eyes, "Oh, just shut up and stop touching me, you little weirdo."

The Collector chuckled, "Oh, don't be like that, Eda. You'll learn to love it eventually."

Luz spoke up, "We have to do something! We can't just stay here forever!"

Vee nodded, "She's right. We have to figure out a way to escape."

Amity added, "But how? The Collector has all the power here."

The Collector interrupted, "Ah, yes, the power. I have the power to control your every move, your every thought, your every desire."

Camila sneered, "You can't control us forever. We'll find a way to break free from your grasp."

The Collector just chuckled, "Oh, I'm sure you will. But until then, let's enjoy our time together."
As King continued to touch their bodies, the Collector exerted his control over the seven witches and made them speak what they truly wanted to say.

Eda: (voice controlled by the Collector) Stop touching me, you creepy little demon!

Luz: (voice controlled by the Collector) King, what are you doing? This isn't right!

Camila: (voice controlled by the Collector) This is so messed up. I can't believe I let myself get caught up in this.

Willow: (voice controlled by the Collector) Please, let us go. This isn't what we signed up for.

Lilith: (voice controlled by the Collector) I should have known better than to trust you, King. You're nothing but a selfish little brat!

Vee: (voice controlled by the Collector) I can't believe I'm stuck here with all of you. This is a nightmare.

Amity: (voice controlled by the Collector) I never should have agreed to come here. This is disgusting.

The Collector chuckled as he heard their true thoughts being spoken out loud. He continued to manipulate their voices, making them sound more seductive and alluring.

Eda: (seductively) Come on, King. You know you want to touch me more. Why don't we have a little fun?

Luz: (seductively) Don't be shy, King. You can touch me wherever you want.

Camila: (seductively) I never thought I'd enjoy being naked in front of others, but with you, King, it feels so good.

Willow: (seductively) Keep touching me, King. It feels so good.

Lilith: (seductively) I may hate you, King, but I can't deny that your touch feels amazing.

Vee: (seductively) I never thought I'd be into this, but with you, King, it feels so right.

Amity: (seductively) Keep touching me, King. I want to feel your hands all over my body.

King couldn't believe his luck. He was surrounded by all of these beautiful witches, and they were all begging him to touch them. He couldn't resist their seductive voices and continued to explore their bodies with his hands.

The Collector was pleased with the scene unfolding before him. He knew that the seven witches would be trapped here forever, and he would be able to observe their behavior for all eternity.
As the Collector continued to control the voices of the seven witches, they all spoke in unison, their words laced with desire and desperation.

"We want you, King," they said, their voices echoing throughout the room.

King's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was hearing. "What are you saying? What's happening to you?"

"It's not us, King," the witches said. "It's the Collector. He's using us to speak his desires."

"I can hear him," Luz said, her voice shaking. "He's using us to say what he wants."

The Collector laughed, his voice booming through the room. "You're all so perceptive, aren't you? But it doesn't matter. You'll all be mine forever."

The witches continued to speak, their voices blending together. "We want to feel your hands on our bodies, King. Touch us, please."

King's heart raced as he looked at the naked bodies of the witches, all of them begging for his touch. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

Slowly, he reached out and placed his hands on Eda's shoulders, feeling her smooth skin beneath his fingers. "This is wrong," he whispered.

"But it feels so right," Eda said, her voice filled with lust.

King moved his hands down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips. "I can't do this," he said.

"You can't resist us," the witches said. "We're all yours, King. Forever."

And with that, the Collector took over once again, his voice ringing out through the room. "Yes, that's it, King. Touch them all. Embrace your desires."

As King moved from witch to witch, his hands roaming over their naked bodies, the Collector reveled in the pleasure he felt. He had all of them under his control, and there was nothing they could do to escape.
As the Collector became one with the witches, his desire for physical touch grew even stronger. He craved the sensation of King's hands on his new body, and he could feel the witches' desires for the same thing. 

Eda: (struggling against the Collector's control) "This isn't right... we shouldn't be like this..."

Luz: (also fighting the Collector's control) "I don't want this... I don't want any of this..."

Camila: (voice trembling) "Please... let us go... we don't want to be here..."

Willow: (voice shaking with fear) "I want to go home... I want to see my family again..."

Lilith: (voice determined) "We have to find a way out of this... we can't let him control us forever..."

Vee: (voice angry) "I'm going to get out of here and make him pay for what he's done..."

Amity: (voice soft, but with a hint of steel) "We'll find a way to break his control... and then we'll make him regret ever crossing us..."

As they spoke, the Collector's grip on them grew stronger. He was determined to keep them there, to keep touching them, to keep feeling the rush of power that came with controlling their bodies and minds. And as King's hands roamed over their naked forms, the witches couldn't help but feel a sense of violation and shame.

Eda: (voice breaking) "Please... make him stop... I can't take this..."

Luz: (voice desperate) "King... please... don't do this..."

Camila: (voice pleading) "We're not toys... we're people... please, have some respect..."

Willow: (voice angry) "Get your hands off me, you creep!"

Lilith: (voice cold) "You will regret this, Collector. I swear it."

Vee: (voice determined) "I won't let you control me forever. I'll find a way out of here, no matter what it takes."

Amity: (voice firm) "You may have our bodies, but you'll never control our spirits. We will resist you until the end."
As the Collector became more and more addicted to the touch of King and the seven witches, he decided to take things to the next level. With a wave of his hand, he transformed the seven witches into their complete opposite selves.

Eda, the Owl Lady, was now a timid mouse of a woman, too afraid to speak up or make her own decisions. Her once fierce demeanor had been replaced with meekness and submission.

Luz, the plucky human girl, was now a dark and brooding figure, consumed by her own inner turmoil. Her once cheerful and adventurous spirit had been replaced with bitterness and anger.

Camila, the human mother, was now a rebellious teenager, constantly defying authority and seeking thrills. Her once responsible and caring nature had been replaced with recklessness and selfishness.

Willow, the witch-in-training, was now a snobbish socialite, obsessed with wealth and status. Her once humble and compassionate nature had been replaced with greed and ambition.

Lilith, the powerful witch, was now a feeble and frail old woman, barely able to stand on her own. Her once commanding and confident presence had been replaced with vulnerability and helplessness.

Vee, the energetic half-witch, was now a lazy and lethargic sloth, unable to muster the energy for anything beyond lounging around. Her once lively and vivacious personality had been replaced with apathy and indolence.

And finally, Amity, the fierce and independent witch, was now a clingy and needy child, constantly seeking attention and approval. Her once self-assured and confident attitude had been replaced with insecurity and dependence.

All seven of them spoke in unison, their voices no longer their own. "We belong to the Collector now, and we will do as he pleases. We exist only to serve him and fulfill his desires."
