As Baba Yaga approached Chris was becoming less certain of what was in store for him. As one deadly blade was being sensually licked along it's entire length, the blade's deadliness demonstrated by the fact that it was drawing crimson blood from it's mistress tongue (blood which seemed to supernaturally move to darken the woman's lips to a more sensual color), another was being teasingly drawn up her body, slicing away what little clothing she wore as it played over her pussy and then up between her deep mysterious cleavage.
"Oh, we will have such fun - and you will scream your secrets when I am done."
The door burst open then and Chris wondered how things would change now that the superheroines had arrived. He realized a moment later that he shouldn't have, as the click of the towering heels of Ragna Reich's jack boots followed the din of her crushing blow to the door. He appreciated very much the skin tight black leather military uniform Ragna wore - and also the look she cast him as she entered.
"I will not have you damage this man - I must have him to begin my Aryan race."
"He is not part of your Aryan race, Ranga,", Baba Yaga hissed, "he looks nothing like your chosen breed."
"Of course not, but his seed will add strength and vitality to my sons and daughters as they begin their conquest. I will have him."
The Nazi mistress strode across the room, pulling a cat-o-nine tails from her belt. The Russian witch coolly withdrew from near Chris, knowing that even though she was stronger and more resilient than any mortal, a physical conflict with Ragna was not to her advantage. Especially not when she wielded magics beyond ken.
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