Capable witches can handle all kinds of guns

Trust momma... came a voice in my head. I looked down at the gorgeous face making out with my cock, and soothing relaxation washed over me. I started giggling, breaking into laughter as one of the leather gloves began pumping me again even as she sucked and licked me. They don't know what they're getting into, she said telepathically, looking up at me with the cool stare of total control. No one interrupts my playtime.

"The fuck?! Sergeant?!" I looked down at the cops as their weapons all released their ammunition clips at the same time, sending them sailing upstairs and flinging them into the distance. All the barrels cocked and released the round at ready in the chambers, and now the stunned officers looked as if they couldn't control their tools of ****, which pulled themselves from their fingers and magically dismantled, piece by piece.

"Hey...hey!" I watched in awe as their uniforms began stripping themselves off. Their nightsticks and cuffs sailed from their belts, the former threatening with phantom swings as their cuffs hovered menacingly in front of them, waiting for their shirts to peel off before biting onto their wrists and pulling their arms into the air.

These were men being stripped, but somehow, knowing the responsibility rested with the sorceress giving me a heavenly blowjob just made me harder. I was crowing for orgasm now as my eyes returned to her hard-working deep red lips.

Now, empty women's clothing rushed past us, bulging bras and dancing panties, tightly filled jeans and pneumatic blouses. Boots, heels, stockings and socks--anything in the upstairs army of clothing nearby enough marched down both escalators toward the restrained officers, one of whom broke down weeping at this point.

Her lips broke contact with my cock as the leather gloves, slicked with her saliva, took over in keeping me ready and rigid.

"Let's get you ready for your new mistress, shall we?" She asked. I nodded obediently as she began sailing down the aisle, my hovering body right behind and above her as the leather gloves kept up their work.

I spotted more and more male victims just like myself, very few of them appearing to resist their situations. There was a college guy fastened to a wire wall display with a collection of belts, sashes, and scarves, grinning with delight as a pink camisole bobbed in front of him, white translucent stockings playing at the crotch of his bulging jeans as a collection of silky loungewear seemed to watch. Another man was in women's shoes, bent over a display and worshipping red leather pumps with his tongue as a black flat shod his package, his balls held in the heel as his hard dick filled the glossy shoe up to its toes. A clipboard forcefully spanked him now and then as he slathered the red vamp in kisses and licks.

"All very nice situations," The curvy witch said, turning back to me as we continued hovering toward the other end of the women's department, "But I have something very special in mind for you." As we drifted toward sleepwear, I dared to talk again.