Abigail

Well, shit. There you were, standing before the enemy in a closed alleyway at the heart of the Town of Witches, with no escape route in sight. You had managed to sneak around undetected this far, deftly avoiding the many witches patrolling the streets, but it seemed your luck had finally run out. Indeed, you had somehow captured the attention of Abigail, the very witch who held authority over this accursed place.

The little demon silently appraised you with a neutral expression, scanning you from head to toe. "One of my slaves, are you? Escaped from the pens, perhaps?" she spoke in a calm, almost bored tone. But then, a wide grin split across her face, revealing rows of sharp, shark-like teeth. "…No, that can't be it. You don't look nearly broken enough. You must have foolishly wandered in here on your own, then. …Kihihihi… kukukukufufuuu~!! ♪"

With a sinister cackle, Abigail raised her right arm, wisps of black mist swirling around her open palm. The dark energy coalesced, shifting and morphing until it took on a solid shape—a massive scythe. The handle appeared to be chiseled from bone, while the curved blade shimmered with the deep red of crystallized blood.

"Well, be a good boy and strip off those clothes," she threatened, hefting her weapon. "I think I'd like to sample your semen first… to check its quality, you understand."

You stood before Abigail in one of the many corridors inside her tower laboratory. The pristine metal walls were lined with transparent tubes pulsing with viscous green fluid, while the floors were littered with papers scribbled with esoteric symbols and complex formulas. All around, eerie humanoid fetuses floated in glowing liquid within embryonic tanks. Truly, this was the domain of a mad witch playing God.

"Not bad, not bad," Abigail sneered, her tone cool and composed. "To have made it this far without succumbing to my guards. You must be quite proud of yourself, huh?" She then lifted a furry hand, snapping her fingers. At her silent command, the metal walls shuddered open on both sides with a hiss, releasing clouds of white mist. "…But I'm afraid your little journey ends here. Now gaze upon the pinnacle of my genius! Behold, my perfect creations~!! ♪"

From the open holes in the walls, mechanical dolls began to emerge, bodies jerking with stiff, unnatural movements. They marched forth in perfect unison with clickety-clack sounds, assembling into organized ranks before their mistress. Their appearance, dressed in pink Lolita outfits with blouses that struggled to contain comically oversized breasts, left no room for ambiguity regarding their lewd purpose.

Abigail pointed her palm towards you and commanded, "Capture him, my Magic Dolls! Extract every last drop of semen!"

The Magic Doll at the center stepped forward, emotionless blue eyes flashing red as she focused on you, scanning you up and down with laser precision. "Target identified: human male. Analyzing…" she spoke in an artificial monotone. "Health status: optimal. Semen quality prediction: high. Capture viability: affirmative. Initializing paizuri protocol."

With her analysis complete, the Magic Doll began to march towards you, arms rigidly extended forward like a windup toy soldier, enormous tits bouncing with each stiff step. Behind her, the other dolls followed with flawless coordination, their boob-filled ranks slowly closing in on their target…