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Day Five, Thursday
Three days of vacation remaining…
“Oof…”
He woke that morning to Cara rubbing his cock, though went along with it, the pull of his morning wood too great. Cara moaned as she rode his dick, taking advantage of the situation, his sister in the next bed as she rubbed her own pussy, completely unbothered by what her brother was doing.
“Mmm, make sure you fuck her good, bro…”
He shook his head, though didn’t have a choice as he climaxed hard, spurt after spurt flowing up into Cara’s pussy. She moaned and rolled off him, letting his seed mark her thighs, though got quickly into the doggystyle position, offering her pussy to him all over again.
As he fucked her again on all fours, Trish slipped in front of Cara so Cara could eat out her pussy at the same time, her tongue seeming to know, even then, all the sensitive spots in Trish’s pussy.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
Neal started, eyes wide.
“Mom, please! Get out!”
His mother huffed and crossed her arms, though did not rush to flee.
“The house is small, I can hear everything anyway. It’s all fine… I was the same way, back when I was your age. Take your time, I’ll figure something out for breakfast and it’ll be ready when you’re done.”
They could only do as they said, everyone helpless to resist the power of spells, even if they did not understand the forces at work on them. They all stayed naked for breakfast and Cara sat in his lap, her back to his chest, so she could eat breakfast with his dick inside her. That was good for her and uncomfortable for him, though Neal didn’t seem to need as much food as before, so it didn’t matter that he couldn’t eat too much. Better to lose his seed inside her, his balls aching when they overfilled and strained his sack, feeling like they were, literally, going to burst through.
With breakfast done, Neal asked Trish and Cara to go out exploring, thinking he might be able to work out something more to do with the witches. It was a small hope, but it at least got Cara to put on bikini bottoms, even if her breasts were still exposed. Trish went naked and proud, though walking down the beach into the town still had her groping him, her hands all over him, rubbing his chest, his abs — and especially his aching prick.
“Cara, just jack him off while we walk, hm?” Trish suggested. “It’ll be easier.”
It was hard to focus, but he did his best, stumbling a few steps and often spilling his seed to the ground. Some of his cum even splattered down his legs and he grunted, parting his lips, trying to direct them around town.
It was hapless and fruitless, though there was some evidence of where the witches had spread their influence, some cafes and shops engaged in wild orgies. That gave him an idea and he followed the places where the most sex was going on, wondering if it would narrow down the point where the witches had come from. They had to be staying somewhere, of course, for they didn’t simply disappear into thin air when they were not there abusing him.
It was not helpful at all, however, how others seemed to want to jump him the moment they saw him. Whether he was walking down the street or ducking into a cafe for a quick drink, somewhat more accustomed to his nudity by that time, they found him, baring their pussies to his dick if they could.
He fucked a tall blonde up against a wall, out in the open, and was dragged over the counter in the coffee shop, all so the waitress could blow him. She’d said she needed more cream? Neal was too lust-addled to care.
“Mmph, no, I’ve really got escort bursa to go,” he said, pushing the barista away even as she tried to wrestle her skirt off to get at his cock. “Sorry!”
Everything was spiralling out of control and he wondered if it was the witches putting more obstacles in his way — in the form of other women who wanted to fuck him. He tried to get down another street, where there seemed to be a lot of moans coming from, but he was dragged into a small, seated area with bushes and topiary, his cock rammed into a woman’s pussy as she bent over for him.
Neal never even got to see her face and, somehow, it ceased to matter, like so much else.
I’ve got to get home for a bit, to regroup…
That helped, somewhat, for he needed to clear his head, his chest heaving and his heart rate up to a point it should not have been. He collapsed on to the sofa and blinked at his mother, though didn’t want to make a point of the fact his mother was topless too and Cara… Well, Cara had lost some of her clothes along the way, her bikini bottoms, and hadn’t bothered replacing them. That sounded about right, at least to him.
They could do what they liked though, as long as he could cling on to his sensibilities, though he tried his best not to look at his mother. Why was she topless though? Were the witches trying to get to her too, as a warning to him? Neal didn’t recall what had been said the night before.
His family and Cara went outside to sunbathe, which suited the toplessness of Trish and his mother, but that meant he had to answer the door when the bell rang.
“Oh…” He blinked and stood back as a scantily dressed nurse entered, a grin on her face. “Why are you here? Is there something wrong with my test results?”
“Oh… I’m just here to do a quiiiick check-up on you!”
He moaned as she grasped his cock, jaw going slack, his need so rampant that he let her take a “sample” of his seed down her throat, gulping hard to take his ejaculate straight down. He barely even remembered the interlude of pleasure, everything snapping and jumping, like time had no meaning for him anymore, though that was a terrifying enough prospect all by itself.
She led him to the sofa and he followed her, knowing it was nothing at all to do with a check-up. When had it ever been? It was just the witches exerting their control, a little more, making him fuck another nurse with big tits spilling out of her bra while she bent over the arm of the sofa for him.
The nurse left, for which he was thankful, but there was the delivery to come too and the food order, of course, had a special side with it.
Sex, of course. It couldn’t be anything else as he moaned and stumbled backwards, the delivery woman’s ponytail bobbing as she accosted him. If she tried to have any discussion with him, well, Neal didn’t honestly remember it, not as he was forced back to the side table by the sofa, forced to sit there while she ripped off her clothes and straddled his cock.
“Oh, this is just typical…”
While he was fucking her, his hands helplessly on her ass, his mother re-entered with Trish and Cara, though the latter two just had grins on their faces, while his mother shook her head at him, unable to believe just how lewd her own son was being. But the delivery person just wouldn’t get off his lap, forcing him through one, two and then a third orgasm while the rest of them enjoyed the food.
After cumming in Cara and Trish again after they’d got their lunch (oh, how he hated how used to everything he was getting!), Neal got out again, heading out of town that time, though it seemed counterproductive. But he just couldn’t take women jumping him again if he tried to go into the town! Even that made little sense to Neal and he huffed as they trudged into the deciduous forest, the trees flush and bursa otele gelen escort full of leaves.
That was more peaceful, though it crossed his mind that it was out in the direction, back when he had been walking on the beach trying to make sense of everything, when he had first been accosted in public by Karen. With everything that had happened, the witches actually fucking him was almost becoming a distant memory.
“Hey, what’s this?”
Cara bounded ahead, distracted for once as she investigated what seemed to be a random concrete building, though it only had one door and no windows. It looked like it could have been a bunker of some kind, though that didn’t make sense for that kind of vacation town, not in the slightest.
His fingers shook as they explored it, glad to have a respite from sex while Trish and Cara’s curiosity got the better of them. Which only highlighted the draw of the place, in that they were more interested in it than they were in fucking him.
He shouldn’t have opened the door and he shouldn’t have loaded them all up into the elevator they found within, no other rooms present. But he did it anyway, for it was the answer to everything, even if it was not something he wanted to see or know of at all.
Sometimes, the truth was worse than any fantasy, any lie he could ever have told himself.
The elevator dinged as they landed on a floor below ground level, the doors opening to reveal his doom.
“Oh, my…”
Cara’s hand was on his dick as they all stepped forward, though it was beyond his worst nightmares, despite the ache in his cock. If not for the witches, he never would have been horny at a time like that, not with the room surrounding him filled with…well, men. Victims of the witches.
On tables and strapped to slots in the wall, they couldn’t move a muscle of their own free will, tubes around their cocks as they were forced to cum over and over again. Some moaned and others were silent, though it was hard to tell if they were really “awake” or not.
He sucked in a breath, Cara and Trish talking, but the dull ringing in his ears powered through, drowning out everything else. One man turned to him, his blue eyes dulled and haunted, lips moving several times before he croaked out a word.
“Run.”
Neal didn’t need to be told twice, whipping around, his fingers clasped around his sister’s arm, but it was already too late, just as it always had been. For there was Karen and Marilla and Berthina, all smiling, Berthina clapping her hands with giddy glee.
“Ohhhh, he came right to us, just like you said!”
He tried to run, dragging his sister with him, but Cara was out of reach — and he couldn’t just leave her there! The witches merely laughed and spun their magic around them, like twists of thread that had no beginning and had no end, dragging them to the back of the room where there was another door.
“This is the beginning of the rest of your life, Neal…” Karen crooned, flinging her arm out to show the horde of men in there, naked with hard cocks, all crowding in around the witches. “You’ll be one of them, milked or fucking us… However, we deem you most useful!”
Neal whimpered throatily, the sound that of a trapped animal and not a human being, stepping back, shaking his head. But the door was closed and the world spun out of his control, a wave of dizziness bringing him to his knees. Cara shook his shoulder, even her eyes a little wider, trying to get some distance.
“Neal? Neal, are you okay?”
But he wasn’t okay, not as the men with big, thick lengths of dick hustled and bustled, trying to all get their turns with the witches, a mass of sex. He inhaled, swaying, a sweet scent flooding the room, though he was not to know their potions could be turned to airborne aphrodisiacs bursa merkez escort too.
“Oh…”
Trish moaned, running her hands over her body, tweaking her nipples. Her own sensitivity shook her and she whimpered, shaking her head as one of the men approached.
For Neal, that point on was just a blur, heaving, sweaty bodies coming together, though the sheen of lust hazed over it, as if it was drug-induced blur. Maybe that was what arousal was, ultimately, as he entered the throng, fucking the witches, even desperately trying to push aside the other guys just to get to them. He could have made good his escape right then and there, but he wanted them! And it didn’t make sense that he wanted them, even as the victims of the witches fucked Cara and Trish however they pleased, as if they were mere servants of his sister and her friend now too.
On his knees, he ploughed into Karen, though Marilla was getting fucked against the wall not far away, letting out a squeal that sounded higher-pitched than usual. He should not have known that was unusual, no, not in the slightest, but he’d grown to know the most intimate parts of them as he fucked them every which way — and in ways he hadn’t even known were sex positions to begin with!
The aphrodisiac flowed through his system as he was forced to please them, Karen standing over him as he lay on his back, that time with the full-bodied Berthina riding his cock. Just like in town, he blinked and it was like time was shifting, leaping and shuddering, around him.
His body just existed for pleasure.
“Hm, you might as well get your injection now,” Karen said, brandishing the needle. “You must be getting used to these by now, Neal. And our plan is nearly complete.”
Berthina sat all the way down on his cock as he wriggled, not letting him up, but it was not as if there was anywhere for him to go. In front of him, Trish was eating out Cara’s pussy, her nose buried in her friend’s crotch.
That’s hot.
The thought didn’t below there, the injection sliding into him, panting heavily.
“Mmmph…”
“There you go,” Karen said. “Now… You may not even remember this, but this will make you extremely horny, even when we’re not around. It’s a trial run, for when you’re going to be our sex slave, just like these lovely servants here too. Not that you’ve been having any trouble with it, but you’ll need to have sex at least every two hours or the build-up of semen will cause permanent damage.”
She smirked, leaning back with a hand on her hip, though Neal was only staring at her pussy, drooling slightly. He would have crawled away if he’d had the chance, but his mind would have been back on Karen, wanting to be between her legs in any way she allowed.
“We’ll make sure you have a partner in the night,” she said. “And you’ll be back in our clutches, permanently, soon enough.”
Neal groaned and, as Berthina left his spurting cock, staggered upright, taking several attempts just to scramble and slide to his feet.
Out, out… The witches backed away from him. He had to get out.
He didn’t know why there were letting him go but he had to leave, pulling Trish and Cara along with him, who moved as if they were drunk: heavy and slow, though still in control of their senses. At least somewhat… Still, Neal could never say just how he got them all back and into Cara’s house, which was, blessedly, empty. Cara and Trish were quieter than usual, as if there was a primal part of them that understood something bad had happened — but they didn’t have the power to do anything about it, of course. He couldn’t blame them for that.
Tucked into Cara’s bed with them on either side of them, the house was still and quiet, blessedly so. Finally, that night…he slept. Even his sister left him alone — after a fuck before bed, of course. And a fuck in the middle of the night (two, in fact), which he allowed because of what the witches had said about semen building up in his nuts.
The witches did not need to visit him, for they had already trialled his need earlier, and slid the injection under his skin.
Their influence spread, corruption taking hold.
Neal slept.
Continued in Day Six.