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Hello everyone and welcome to the very first piece of artwork in my "Witcher Women Wednesdays" series, where I draw the victims and scenarios that my patrons vote on from the Witcher video games! The winner of the inaugural poll was the ever-popular traverser of space and time, Ciri, who seems to have found herself in a very unfortunate predicament after teleporting into the thick forests of Velen in which the infamous "Crones of Crookback Bog" reside. Full backstory is posted below as usual, hope you guys enjoy and make sure to head over to my Patreon at www.patreon.com/pitydafoo to participate in future polls!

Ciri awoke in a panic as she whipped her head around, trying to figure out where she had teleported to after the last time the Wild Hunt had managed to track her down. She found herself lying on a bed inside a small, shoddily-built shack with a small fire going in the hearth on the far wall, and when she went to get up she realized that her wrists and ankles were bound to each end of the bed by a thick rope. Ciri could not see out of the window near the bed, but she could hear the sounds of woodland insects chirping in a cacophony through the open shutters, meaning that she had landed somewhere in a deep forest. She attempted to teleport once again to free herself from the ropes, but the magic would not come to her. Usually Ciri had no problem using her powers to travel through space, most of the time struggling to control the overwhelming magic, but for some reason she could not sense even a drop of the power within her. Ciri began to freak out as she realized her predicament, and the thoughts raced in her mind as she tried to figure out an escape from the bed and whoever owned the shack in which they had trapped her.
Ciri's panicked brain went silent as she heard voices approaching the woodland shack, cutting through the noise of the deep forest. As they got closer she could make out that the voices were female, and they mentioned something about Elder Blood, Eredin and the Wild Hunt. Ciri's heart beat furiously as she struggled in vain against the ropes that held her fast to the bed, but no matter how hard she fought there seemed to be no way out of her bondage. The voices reached the shack, and the door swung open as three women entered the room. The three exuded an unnatural beauty, immediately drawing Ciri's eye and momentarily easing her panic as she let herself get lost, almost in delirium as she admired their gorgeous bodies. She realized in passing that the three women also seemed unnaturally tall as well, their curvy figures looming over her at a height that brushed the ceiling of the shack.
"Oooooohhh it seems the child has finally awoken", the blonde woman crooned in a thick brogue to the others. Ciri's pleasant delirium faded as the woman spoke.
"Yes, yes, she looks so delectable strapped to the bed like that, I could almost devour her right here and now!", the redhead of the three chimed in with an eager exuberance. The third woman, a dark brunette, stood silent with a sinister smile as her eyes seemed to quietly undress Ciri.
"Contain yourself sister", the blonde chided, "you know as well as I that King Eredin demanded the child of Elder Blood be delivered without any harm upon her person. Trust that I, too, would love nothing more than to sup upon her deliciously fair loins, yet we must not upset the King."
Ciri's heart beat even faster at the mentions of Eredin, the notorious leader of the Wild Hunt that had been pursuing Ciri for as long as she could remember, always attemting to control her powers for his own personal gain. These three amazonian sisters were obiviously connected to Eredin in some fashion, and that did not bode well for Ciri by any stretch of the imagination.
"True, however", the redhead mused in reply, "we need not dine on this fine young lass, but we can at least have some fun with her."
The brunette's interest was visibly piqued, and the blonde cracked a smirk as she turned to face the redhead.
"Oh? Do tell what you have in mind dear sister", she inquired.
"Well, we have plenty more of that enchanted rope at our disposal, so why not make some use of it and tie the girl naked to the spit?"
"Hmmm, that sounds like quite a romp indeed", the blonde replied with excitement, "Come with me and we shall ready the coals."
The blonde and the redhead exited the shack, and the brunette leaned down over a terrified Ciri.
"Ooohhhh the fun we shall have with you, dearie", she whispered.
Ciri put on her best face of defiance and spat, "what in the fuck are you going to do to me witch?"
"My, my, you've got quite the mouth on you girl. Do rest up while you can, you won't have another opportunity like this before we're done with you", the woman spoke with amusement. Suddenly she gently waved her fingers over Ciri's eyes and whispered an inaudible spell. Ciri's eyes grew very heavy, and fatigue washed over her body like a gentle tidal wave as she fell back into unconsiousness.
When she came to once more, Ciri's panic returned even stronger than before. She was tied to a pole above a pit full of softly glowing coals, their warmth kissing her naked body. The three imposingly large women surrounded her at the spit pole, themselves without clothes as well. The brunette lifted one of her hands into the air and began chanting, a greenish-blue fire enveloping it, indicating ancient and powerful magic at work.
"And so she awakes once more", the redhead announced with pleasure. She snapped her fingers and steam began to rise from the coals in the stone pit below. The steam washed over Ciri's skin, licking every inch of her body with a peculiar yet pleasant heat. As the steam from the coals caused her skin to perspire, the redhead continued.
"Do not fret young one, we have not told the King that we have you in our possession. We wish to play with you for a bit first, so as long as you're bound by this rope he shall have no way of tracking you. This also means that you cannot touch your magic, being cut off while you stay wrapped in the enchanted fibers."
Ciri began to sweat even more, and not because of the steam. These three were clearly sorceresses in command of very old and potent magic, and they had her completely and utterly at their mercy.
"We cannot harm you, but we will make you squirm and squeal under our touch like the little giggle girly that you are!", the redhead continued. The blue flames danced around the brunette's hand as a portal opened up by her feet. The blonde began to run a single finger down the length of Ciri's exposed bare sole and she was shocked at how much it tickled her, sending her into a fit of giggles that she could not contain.
"The coals will keep you warm and the steam will make your skin twice as sensitive to the touch", the blonde chimed in. "We've always wanted to play with a child of Elder Blood, and we will not miss this perfect opportunity!"
Two more portals opened up directly next to Ciri's immobile face as she continued to giggle from the soft, tickly finger running up and down her soft arches. The brunette's large bare feet came out of the portals, toes wiggling playfully next to Ciri's head. The redhead cackled in glee as she lifted her leg up, resting one of her own feet on the pole by Ciri's face, pressing her foot right up against the poor girl's cheek. The blonde began to add more fingers to the tickling, eliciting even heartier laughter from their victim.
"Yesssss, laugh for us dearie!", the redhead exclaimed. "Laugh for us, long and deep! Smell our big, beautiful feet and weep with glee!"
Their feet were as smelly as they were large, and with her hyper-ticklish feet being tormented like they were, Ciri could not help but breathe in the stink of the witches bare feet as the uncontrollable laughter took her. The blonde's other hand joined in on the fun as well, and she kicked her own bare feet up, resting them on Ciri's back in humiliation. Ciri tried to struggle against the ropes in vain, moving her head as much as she could to try to escape the smelly, wiggling toes of the witches. The redhead saw this and clucked her tongue in disapproval, lifting her other foot up to rest on Ciri's head, forcing it back down in place so she could no longer try to get away from the smell.
The blonde's additional handful of fingers danced across Ciri's soft soles, making her laugh deep and hard at the torturous titillations. Her fingers wiggled and caressed in between her long toes, Ciri's most ticklish spot of all, and her laughter rose to a scream. She wriggled around on the pole to no avail, and the sweat poured off her skin, not only from the steam but from her useless, struggling exertion as well. She was trapped very thoroughly, and the three amazonian witches laughed amusedly at her display of desperation to escape the torment. The more they tickled her the harder Ciri laughed, and when she gasped for a breath in between all the ticklish guffawing, all she could smell was the stinky soles of the witches' big blushing feet.
The sisters continued to tickle and humiliate Ciri for what seemed like an eternity, and with the thick forest blocking out any sunlight it was impossible to tell whether it had been hours or days that she was trapped there on that spit pole in her suffering. Eventually she would pass out from the exertion of her ticklish torment, falling into a sleep pursued by nightmares of smelly feet, tickles and long toes wiggling in her face....

Description
Hello everyone and welcome to the very first piece of artwork in my "Witcher Women Wednesdays" series, where I draw the victims and scenarios that my patrons vote on from the Witcher video games! The winner of the inaugural poll was the ever-popular traverser of space and time, Ciri, who seems to have found herself in a very unfortunate predicament after teleporting into the thick forests of Velen in which the infamous "Crones of Crookback Bog" reside. Full backstory is posted below as usual, hope you guys enjoy and make sure to head over to my Patreon at www.patreon.com/pitydafoo to participate in future polls!

Ciri awoke in a panic as she whipped her head around, trying to figure out where she had teleported to after the last time the Wild Hunt had managed to track her down. She found herself lying on a bed inside a small, shoddily-built shack with a small fire going in the hearth on the far wall, and when she went to get up she realized that her wrists and ankles were bound to each end of the bed by a thick rope. Ciri could not see out of the window near the bed, but she could hear the sounds of woodland insects chirping in a cacophony through the open shutters, meaning that she had landed somewhere in a deep forest. She attempted to teleport once again to free herself from the ropes, but the magic would not come to her. Usually Ciri had no problem using her powers to travel through space, most of the time struggling to control the overwhelming magic, but for some reason she could not sense even a drop of the power within her. Ciri began to freak out as she realized her predicament, and the thoughts raced in her mind as she tried to figure out an escape from the bed and whoever owned the shack in which they had trapped her.
Ciri's panicked brain went silent as she heard voices approaching the woodland shack, cutting through the noise of the deep forest. As they got closer she could make out that the voices were female, and they mentioned something about Elder Blood, Eredin and the Wild Hunt. Ciri's heart beat furiously as she struggled in vain against the ropes that held her fast to the bed, but no matter how hard she fought there seemed to be no way out of her bondage. The voices reached the shack, and the door swung open as three women entered the room. The three exuded an unnatural beauty, immediately drawing Ciri's eye and momentarily easing her panic as she let herself get lost, almost in delirium as she admired their gorgeous bodies. She realized in passing that the three women also seemed unnaturally tall as well, their curvy figures looming over her at a height that brushed the ceiling of the shack.
"Oooooohhh it seems the child has finally awoken", the blonde woman crooned in a thick brogue to the others. Ciri's pleasant delirium faded as the woman spoke.
"Yes, yes, she looks so delectable strapped to the bed like that, I could almost devour her right here and now!", the redhead of the three chimed in with an eager exuberance. The third woman, a dark brunette, stood silent with a sinister smile as her eyes seemed to quietly undress Ciri.
"Contain yourself sister", the blonde chided, "you know as well as I that King Eredin demanded the child of Elder Blood be delivered without any harm upon her person. Trust that I, too, would love nothing more than to sup upon her deliciously fair loins, yet we must not upset the King."
Ciri's heart beat even faster at the mentions of Eredin, the notorious leader of the Wild Hunt that had been pursuing Ciri for as long as she could remember, always attemting to control her powers for his own personal gain. These three amazonian sisters were obiviously connected to Eredin in some fashion, and that did not bode well for Ciri by any stretch of the imagination.
"True, however", the redhead mused in reply, "we need not dine on this fine young lass, but we can at least have some fun with her."
The brunette's interest was visibly piqued, and the blonde cracked a smirk as she turned to face the redhead.
"Oh? Do tell what you have in mind dear sister", she inquired.
"Well, we have plenty more of that enchanted rope at our disposal, so why not make some use of it and tie the girl naked to the spit?"
"Hmmm, that sounds like quite a romp indeed", the blonde replied with excitement, "Come with me and we shall ready the coals."
The blonde and the redhead exited the shack, and the brunette leaned down over a terrified Ciri.
"Ooohhhh the fun we shall have with you, dearie", she whispered.
Ciri put on her best face of defiance and spat, "what in the fuck are you going to do to me witch?"
"My, my, you've got quite the mouth on you girl. Do rest up while you can, you won't have another opportunity like this before we're done with you", the woman spoke with amusement. Suddenly she gently waved her fingers over Ciri's eyes and whispered an inaudible spell. Ciri's eyes grew very heavy, and fatigue washed over her body like a gentle tidal wave as she fell back into unconsiousness.
When she came to once more, Ciri's panic returned even stronger than before. She was tied to a pole above a pit full of softly glowing coals, their warmth kissing her naked body. The three imposingly large women surrounded her at the spit pole, themselves without clothes as well. The brunette lifted one of her hands into the air and began chanting, a greenish-blue fire enveloping it, indicating ancient and powerful magic at work.
"And so she awakes once more", the redhead announced with pleasure. She snapped her fingers and steam began to rise from the coals in the stone pit below. The steam washed over Ciri's skin, licking every inch of her body with a peculiar yet pleasant heat. As the steam from the coals caused her skin to perspire, the redhead continued.
"Do not fret young one, we have not told the King that we have you in our possession. We wish to play with you for a bit first, so as long as you're bound by this rope he shall have no way of tracking you. This also means that you cannot touch your magic, being cut off while you stay wrapped in the enchanted fibers."
Ciri began to sweat even more, and not because of the steam. These three were clearly sorceresses in command of very old and potent magic, and they had her completely and utterly at their mercy.
"We cannot harm you, but we will make you squirm and squeal under our touch like the little giggle girly that you are!", the redhead continued. The blue flames danced around the brunette's hand as a portal opened up by her feet. The blonde began to run a single finger down the length of Ciri's exposed bare sole and she was shocked at how much it tickled her, sending her into a fit of giggles that she could not contain.
"The coals will keep you warm and the steam will make your skin twice as sensitive to the touch", the blonde chimed in. "We've always wanted to play with a child of Elder Blood, and we will not miss this perfect opportunity!"
Two more portals opened up directly next to Ciri's immobile face as she continued to giggle from the soft, tickly finger running up and down her soft arches. The brunette's large bare feet came out of the portals, toes wiggling playfully next to Ciri's head. The redhead cackled in glee as she lifted her leg up, resting one of her own feet on the pole by Ciri's face, pressing her foot right up against the poor girl's cheek. The blonde began to add more fingers to the tickling, eliciting even heartier laughter from their victim.
"Yesssss, laugh for us dearie!", the redhead exclaimed. "Laugh for us, long and deep! Smell our big, beautiful feet and weep with glee!"
Their feet were as smelly as they were large, and with her hyper-ticklish feet being tormented like they were, Ciri could not help but breathe in the stink of the witches bare feet as the uncontrollable laughter took her. The blonde's other hand joined in on the fun as well, and she kicked her own bare feet up, resting them on Ciri's back in humiliation. Ciri tried to struggle against the ropes in vain, moving her head as much as she could to try to escape the smelly, wiggling toes of the witches. The redhead saw this and clucked her tongue in disapproval, lifting her other foot up to rest on Ciri's head, forcing it back down in place so she could no longer try to get away from the smell.
The blonde's additional handful of fingers danced across Ciri's soft soles, making her laugh deep and hard at the torturous titillations. Her fingers wiggled and caressed in between her long toes, Ciri's most ticklish spot of all, and her laughter rose to a scream. She wriggled around on the pole to no avail, and the sweat poured off her skin, not only from the steam but from her useless, struggling exertion as well. She was trapped very thoroughly, and the three amazonian witches laughed amusedly at her display of desperation to escape the torment. The more they tickled her the harder Ciri laughed, and when she gasped for a breath in between all the ticklish guffawing, all she could smell was the stinky soles of the witches' big blushing feet.
The sisters continued to tickle and humiliate Ciri for what seemed like an eternity, and with the thick forest blocking out any sunlight it was impossible to tell whether it had been hours or days that she was trapped there on that spit pole in her suffering. Eventually she would pass out from the exertion of her ticklish torment, falling into a sleep pursued by nightmares of smelly feet, tickles and long toes wiggling in her face....