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"You don't seem ethereal," she said. This surprised me. It was the first spark of skepticism I'd heard from Maryann. I slapped her, hard. "If I was in ethereal form, I wouldn't be able to do that," I told her. "My purpose here is to make you suffer. That requires a certain solidity on my part, unfortunately temporary. But before we complete your chastisement," I told her, "you must perform the supplication." I unlocked her manacles and pulled her down off the box. I crossed her wrists and bound them behind her with a strip of leather, then pushed her to her knees and stood before her. "What is it? What do you want me to do?" "Ancestor worship," I told her. I parted my robes and my prick sprang out toward her face. "Pay homage, witch," I told her, guiding her mouth toward the end of my dick.