Time Travel

"Time travel? Like the ability to go into the past or future?" You ask, puzzled, only to get another invisible slap in the face. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For being a complete moron," is your reply. "You pathetic worm, any woman, past, present or future is available to you at any given moment. You have no use to travel through time."

"So why would I...?" She cuts you off.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh. I don't get it."

"You wouldn't." The witch dips her fingers into the brew in front of her, touches them to her lips and throws her hand upwards. Lime green sparkles fall from above all around her, but seemingly never landing on her. When the strange dust settles, she says, "I would."

She takes slow, languid steps around the cauldron and back towards you. But...she's also still standing where she was...where she is? You're having a hard time understanding what you're seeing. There's two of her now. Until, that is, she does it again and there's four of her? Eight? How is this happening?

One of them speaks while the others circle around you and look down with that imperious stare. "Behold! My future selves. Each is from a future moment in time and brought back here to the now!" She grins at you evilly. Reaching beneath her robe and between her legs, she pulls out a riding crop. That couldn't have been in her...

Before you could finish the thought, she points the crop at you and yells "Get down on all fours!" You haven't even considered obeying before the two future versions on either side of you drive their riding crops to the back of your knees. You have **** but to land, hard, on the stone floor, catching yourself with your hands. The one behind you immediately starts pulling off your pants. She gives no thought to your comfort and just yanks them off backwards.

"Hey! What's the big idea, cunts?" You growl at the swarm of women around you. Immediately following that sentence is a flurry of crops aimed right at your bare ass. You howl in pain.

The lead witch places her crop against your cheek, turning your head to the side, forcing you to look at another one who is playfully toying with the crop in her hands. "You will speak only when spoken to, boy."

You sense movement between your legs. One of them has wiggled between your knees, looking up directly at your cock. You can't help but be turned on at the sight. The witch wraps her hands around your cock and begins stroking, further girding your erection.

This might not be so bad, you think. She's quite skilled with her hands. Without thinking, you thrust your hips downwards to plunge into her face. However, before you get too far, you feel the familiar sting of the crops. You squeeze your eyes shut hard while you endure the pain.

When you open them again, you look in front of you to see the lead witch is buckling a strap-on around her waist. It looks like disturbingly life-like. "By all means, keep misbehaving," she says with a grin while stroking the phallus. "I would love to see what this looks like in your mouth...or perhaps somewhere else." The room fills with her cackling.

Normally, something like this would put you off for the rest of the day. However, the witch between your legs has finally slipped your cock past her lips and is expertly milking you like an animal. The remaining six trail their nails and whips across your skin in a strange, foreboding sense of pain that promises pleasure.

You only have eyes for the scene in front of you, though. The first witch is stroking the massive member strapped to her waist. She's enjoying the scene and pumping in time with the lips around your cock. You want to say that you've had enough or to get up and flee, but you are too terrified of what will happen if you do. You are frozen in the obscene predicament. Your arousal and fear mix together until you do not know where one ends and the other begins.

Hands gently twist and pull at your shaft. Lips and tongue expertly tease your cock head. All the while, directly in front of you different hands, the same hands, stroke another cock aimed directly at you. Both witches are picking up the pace, always in sync. You don't think you can hold it any more. Suddenly, a steady rain of riding crops whip your ass. The shock stops you from finishing, but the pace of the blowjob just keeps building.

The pain of your ass. The terror in your eyes. It's not enough. You shut your eyes and cry out like an animal, releasing your seed into the witch's mouth. You think you feel something wet splash across your face and everything comes to a stop.

Slowly, you crack your eyes open. Only the one witch remains. The now flaccid and dripping strap-on dangles from her fingers. "You may get up now, David." She grins wickedly.

Slowly you rise to your feet and collect your pants. Without even putting them on, you run for the door. You don't stop until you are down the stairs, out of the tower and at the bottom of the hill. You look back up as you put your pants on. You swear you can hear her laughing.