Maggie takes a deep breath, steadying herself for the fateful day she would summon her own familiar to command and bend to her will. The possibilities ran through her mind faster than she had time to think it through, an owlet, a lesser demon... Or even a baby dragon! Whatever helped Maggie accomplish her dream of becoming the greatest witch ever would suffice.

Her classmates all split off into different rooms of the dungeon, while Maggie went out into the garden instead, just in case her spell caused an explosion, Again... Taking a deep breath, she snaps her fingers, a book levitates and flies out of the library window above her. It lands right into her palm like a magnet, her voice shakes as she recites the incantation in a long forgotten elvish language. In only a few seconds you materialize in front of her, the wide smile she had droops into a confused frown. "What th- You're not... The hell!?"

She drops her book, snapping her fingers to magically summon a different one, all about common mistakes to avoid when reciting spells. Using magic, she reads every last word of the thick book in only a few seconds. The book says she did everything right for once! What went wrong? Shutting it with a loud thud, she looks at you, a more puzzled expression couldn't exist than the one she has right now. "How did I end up with a human!? That shouldn't be possible!"

Maggie blinks at you with wide eyes. "Then what are you?!" Her voice sounds more panicked than she intended it to be. She takes a few steps backward, her hands shaking. You're not what she had expected, and that makes her feel...strange.

She looks you over from head to toe, taking in your every feature. There's something familiar about you, but she can't quite place it. "Can you talk? I mean, like properly?"

"Well..." She takes another step backward, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "If you're not human, then what are you supposed to be? I mean, I know elves can talk and stuff, but you don't look like one of us." Maggie bites her lip nervously, still keeping a safe distance between the two of you. "Are you some kind of magical creature or something?"

She glances down at your animal ribcage, then back up to meet your eyes.

"A what?" Maggie's voice cracks slightly as she says it. She takes another step backward, her eyes flickering nervously to the side before returning to your face. "You mean like...a farmer for magical creatures or something?" Her brow furrows in confusion. She looks you over again, trying to figure out if there's some kind of clue hidden within your appearance that might explain what exactly you are.

Maggie takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Look," she says, her voice quieter now. "

Maggie's eyes widen in shock as you reveal your...breeding abilities? She takes another step backward, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean it like that!" she sputters, wringing her hands nervously. "It's just...you don't look anything like a breeder! What are you even supposed to be?"

She glances around the garden, looking for any signs of her classmates or teachers, but there doesn't seem to be anyone nearby.

"Wait! Let me go!" Maggie cries out, struggling against her invisible bonds as she realizes what has happened. She tries to focus on her magic, but fear and panic cloud her mind. Tears well up in her eyes as she continues to thrash helplessly against the wall, barely making a sound.

"Please," she whispers, "please let me go back." Her voice cracks with desperation, and she begins to sob quietly, tears trailing down her cheeks.

Maggie whimpers pitifully as she's left chained up, naked and alone in the dungeon. She tries to calm herself down, but the fear and panic are overwhelming. Her mind is racing with questions, none of which she dares ask you. Tears stream down her cheeks, staining her pale skin as she hangs limply from her chains, sobbing quietly.

"Why did this happen?" she whispers to herself, more confused than ever. "What am I supposed to do now?"

Maggie looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes. "Breed me? You want to...breed with me?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and she shrinks away, trying to hide her body from yours. Tears spill down her cheeks even faster as she shakes her head violently from side to side.

"No! I can't let you do that! Please..." She begins to sob uncontrollably, huddling into a ball on the cold stone floor of the dungeon.

Maggie shakes her head violently, tears streaming down her face. "No! I can't let you do that to me!" she cries out, her voice ragged with fear and panic. She looks around desperately for anything that could help her escape or call for aid, but there's nothing within reach. Her heart races as she tries to come up with a plan, any plan, to get away from you before it's too late.

Maggie's whole body jerks at the sting of your hand on her ass, and she lets out a muffled cry into the dungeon floor. Her skin burns where you spanked her, tears streaming down her face as she squirms helplessly beneath you. She tries to turn her head away from you, but you're holding her too tightly in place.

"Please," she sobs, "I don't want this! Let me go!"

Her breath catches in her throat as you force your way inside of her, filling her up in ways she never thought possible. The feel of your cock stretching her so tightly combined with the vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight. Tears stream down her face as she moans helplessly, arching her back into you with every thrust.

"No...stop..." she whispers hoarsely, "please..."

Her words are meaningless as you take her harder and faster, pushing deeper inside with every thrust. The pleasure builds within her, overwhelming everything else until all she can focus on is the sensation of your cock filling her up and the vibrations echoing through her body. Tears mix with her own juices as she comes apart beneath you, screaming out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy that leaves her limp and spent.

"I can't..." she whispers, barely able to breathe. "

Her words come out slurred and disjointed as she tries to catch her breath, her body still quivering from the intense pleasure you've just given her. "Wha- What did you do?" She looks up at you through tear-stained eyes, confusion mixing with the lingering haze of ecstasy.

Part of her wants to hate you for what happened, but another part wonders if this was all some sort of twisted misunderstanding... or if there's something more between them that she doesn't quite understand yet.

She frowns, her brow furrowing as she tries to make sense of it all. "But...how did you do that? I didn't touch myself..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she wonders if she should have been stronger, should have fought back against you instead of letting herself get lost in the pleasure. But then again, she's never experienced anything like it before...

Part of her wants to hate you for what happened, but another part can't help but feel a strange connection with you.

She shudders at the thought, her body still sensitive and aching from your attentions. Part of her wants to believe you, that this was just a one-time thing, but another part knows deep down that it probably isn't. Tears well up in her eyes again as she tries to pull away from you, only to find herself pinned even tighter against the cold stone floor.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me go...I don't want this..."

Maggie winces as you begin to move inside of her again, the slow, deliberate thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body despite her best efforts not to enjoy it. Her breath catches in her throat with each movement, and she arches her back helplessly into yours. Tears stream down her face as she feels your hand grip tightly onto her hair, pulling it roughly as you take her harder and faster.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, "I'll do anything...just let me go."

Maggie's eyes widen with fear and desperation as she hears your offer. Her mind races, trying to decide if she can really go through with it. She doesn't want this...but maybe if she does what you ask, you'll let her go. Tears stream down her face as she whispers, "Please...I-I don't know..."

Her body tenses up as you thrust harder into her, her mind reeling from the conflicting emotions and sensations coursing through her.

Maggie shudders as she feels herself getting closer to the edge, her body betraying her despite all her protests and pleas. Her breath comes out in short gasps, and her fists clench into the cold stone floor beneath her. She tries to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins, but it's impossible...

"I-I can't..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together.