The Main Event

The ladies didn’t appear to follow you back out into the main gym. Things had gotten a little more interesting for those trapped out here.

There was a guy on his knees, sobbing in front of some hovering weights that seemed to surround him. He was so distraught that you were looking for signs that he was hurt--but apparently he was just blubbering.

Closest to him was a well-built guy pinned to a weight rack with a loaded bar. His arms were bound behind him, and his shoelaces twisted around the feet of the bench as if they were mutant vines. You looked on in horror, thinking you were watching a magical strangling--but he was taking deep, metered breaths. The bar appeared to be threatening him while he was held in place.

The latina who tried to escape with you sailed past, moaning. You watched her tight ass fly by--riding a broomstick now. She had considerably less clothes on. Your dick pumped again as you watched her bank to one side. Her tits were bouncing in the open air, her eyes half-closed. She was holding onto the broomstick and...pumping it under her?! She had nothing on but a pair of black boyshort panties on, and she was...clearly not being punished. Not exactly.

I like her, remember? You hear Carissa’s voice in your mind. She’s got it easy now that she’s used to gravity meaning fuck-all to me.

She looked...acclimated. When she was sailing back in your direction, her eyes found yours. When she recognized you, a moment of self-consciousness flashed through her, and she looked down a bit. Your own open-mouthed smile wasn’t intentional--it was your raw reaction to seeing yet another attractive woman enjoying the supernatural miracles the witches bestowed on you.

Seeing your reaction made her comfortable enough to give you an up and down before shyly smiling and sailing past you--looking over her shoulder with a look that made your cock jump again.

_Well, now--follow directions and we might let her play with you. _Carissa said in your mind. You probably don’t need me to tell you she’d like to.

Another staffer was clinging to the steel rafters, close to the ceiling. It was the strangest sight you’d ever seen. Her shirt and shorts were ballooned out, but her underwear clinged to her normally. Somehow--she was hovering in the middle of them--held there by invisible ****. It was like the women on the treadmills earlier (who didn’t seem to still be there now). Despite the fact that she wasn’t really touching them, she was pulled away from the rafter, descending before you.

Suddenly, it was as if gravity decided to work, and the blonde fell to earth right along with her clothes--perfectly placed in an open aisle. The blonde shrieked, and you weren’t able to stop the words.

“No--don’t do that!” You shouted, looking back at the darkened hallway. You frantically turned back to the blonde to see her inflated shirt and shorts meet epoxy, flatten, compress--and without the blonde even touching the ground--was just as easily sprung back into the air and sent aloft again. Your heart thumped now.

Poor, helpless little toad... Cereza’s voice echoed in you. _But such a noble spirit--even in the presence of all these bad little toads we broke already. _An unseen hand grabbed your half-masted cock, and you moaned in delight as soft invisible fingers worked your dick, making it harder. As long as you don’t try and run, I won’t have to hurt you, little toad. The hand worked you harder, squeezing a little uncomfortably on the words ‘hurt you’.

You try to mentally ask Cereza what she means, and immediately you feel something enter you a tiny bit...from behind.

“ENgh…” You moan, gritting your teeth a little. Ethereal laughter echoes through you, and Cereza’s voice has a pulse about it now. A drone that you can hear in your cells.

It will absolutely ruin my fun if I have to explain my every move to a stupid toad, she says. You feel lips slide over your dick, and any shred of clothing left on you now removes itself. You’re staring at your dick--clutched by fingers and sucked by lips you can’t see. I think...that you’re a smart little toad, and that you can go from this point on without any direction save from the physical objects that are blessed to be of use to me...and a single mental command when I’m ready for you to finish--before which good little toads must absolutely not come.

Your mind worked on that sentence just as hard as Cereza continued to remotely work your cock. She retreated from your ass--what you guessed was a remote finger, and before long your dick stood up straight, then began slightly arcing skyward.

You got it. You weren’t allowed to come until you heard Cereza commanded you to. The thought of it...well, it made you harder. Her divine bronze body wrapped in soft silver spandex floated through your mind as you tried to imagine what sex with a witch would be like.

The ground against your bare feet jarred you out of your daydream, and another couple seconds brought gravity’s full **** against your body again. You were somewhere between the free weights and the machines, and suddenly a 45 lb. plate hovered toward your naked body, parallel to the front of you.

It was...lining its hole up with your dick. You swallowed hard as it approached, **** to keep yourself from flinching as you remembered Cereza’s warnings. Don’t run, and she’s not going to explain shit.

Okay. That was fine. Certainly enough for you. Besides, Carissa told you that you might be able to play with the cute Latina staffer later. You wagered that’d be hard if you had a broken cock, right?

Another plate lined up behind the other 45 lb-er, and the two clapped together HARD, making a loud steel on steel noise.

A third man in a corner let out a yelp, and you looked over at the window to see him...glued to it. Not literally glued--but his nude body seemed to be held against the glass as rolled-up magazines swatted at his red ass.

“Yes! Yes!” He cried out. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked back at you, staring and weeping. He didn’t look like he was calling for more of what he was getting, but rather...answering someone?

“I’m watching, I swear!” Screamed the man on the weight bench--now magically tilted up so that he could see me. The stacked bar was still pinned just above his neck, apparently keeping him hostage.

They were watching YOU. All of them--in what seemed to be a silent command that compelled them to. Good lord, without Cereza’s remote lips, you were pretty sure your boner would have been doomed with all the whimpering dudes staring.

The iron plates moved toward you. The first one came in fast, but before the iron hit your hips, something swallowed up the end of your cock--and the remote lips disappeared. You looked down to confirm it--you penetrated the hole of the iron plate, but...this was anything but steel.

“Hoooooly fuck,” You mutter, laughing at the absurdity. “You’re--you’re fucking...kidding…” You clamp your fingers around the hovering plate and push against it, wanting to bury your cock DEEPER into whatever this is.

“Oooooh…” Comes a sound from the blonde staffer, bouncing down the aisles on the back of her inflated clothes. Your cock perks when you hear her sweet little moan, and she sounds again, purring a slow unintelligible consonant this time. “Mmmmm...mmm…”

The men watched your cock--apparently fucking the iron plate. At the moment, you think you’re the only one that’s connected it up: you’re getting remote pussy, magically situated in an extremely strange choice of portal.

And as you think about it--wondering what must be turning over in the men’s heads--some kind of spiritual euphoria washed over you. It was as if you’d been struck by a moment of clarity.

These absolute mistresses of mindfuck. You’d always read about witches casting illusions and sewing will into their victims, but knowing the plan--getting the point without getting the details…

Initiated, came Carissa’s voice. It was the only word she’d say to you, and now you were REALLY hard. The second iron plate lined up a couple feet behind the first, and when it swept down, you gasped--quickly moving your fingers.

The echo of steel on steel faded with three moans meeting each other in the air.

The first was the blonde staffer, who felt her pussy filled with a hot cock that she couldn’t see. She looked down at her body, hovering magically inside her clothes and still clad in her underwear. She watched her own pussy lips, their outlines moving behind the panties covering them. When the panties slid aside on their own--apparently the moment she was looking at them--she was met with the sight of her own gaping vulva, filled with a glorious unseen cock and dripping from the mix of impossible sensual terror and supernatural attention.

The second was the panicking redhead, who was lifted off her flying spinning bike the moment you penetrated the second plate. Her clothes pulled off of her, and her cunt was open, filled with the same remote dick the blonde was getting: yours.

Which accounted for the third moan. 55 kilos of steel slamming together in front of you--penetrated by your cock. As a metaphor, you had to admit it was sort of badass. You weren’t just lifting. You were fuckin’ pumping iron. It looked like something savage, and the only thing your dick felt was soft, silky woman. Unreal.

The absolute silliness of the thing made you grab the two plates sandwiched together and ride your hips back and forth, plunging you in and out of the steel. You grunted, feeling your cock pass through two very soft, very tight pussies. There was something absolutely pleasing about hearing them cry out for more, meters away from you, and as you pumped your cock into the hovering steel plates, you looked back at the captive men.

This toad rules the gym, you thought to yourself, pleased with your own part in the witches' game. Having nothing to grab onto and no enchantments to deal with as she was suspended in the air, the redhead sighted you and quickly put two and two together. She was begging you for more, asking for you to ride harder. Using a little magical logic, you pulled out of the steel for a second and paced to the other side, penetrating the other side and imagining you’d be hitting the redhead deeper and giving the blonde a break.