The third victim fighting back

Conrad sat crouched in the garden, hidden from sight behind an old shed building. He had run from the witch and ended up outside where he realized that running in a random direction probably wouldn’t have helped. So instead he’d decided to hide in plain sight and hope that the witch would overlook his position. It had seemed to work at first as soon after hiding he’d seen the witch step out of the cellar doors with a broomstick in hand and rise into the air over the dark forest.

He watched her leave from his hiding spot and then he waited. He sat there for several minutes, keeping an eye out in case she decided to come back. Every stray gust of wind or snap of a tree branch had him looking around wildly, but after about ten minutes with no sign of her he slowly crept out of his hiding spot.

He was still on alert, but he figured he had some time to look around before she came back. Hopefully she’d spend all night in the woods looking for his friends and not even come back here, but that was just wistful thinking. He began to look around the yard and garden that was set up here. Looking for any clues or something that could help him. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but just standing around felt useless.

Eventually he slipped inside the shed through a rusty door that was falling apart. Inside it looked like any other shed. Full of tools and other nick nacks, but there was a strange vibe in the air. He could immediately feel an aura-like trace of the witch, and it was telling him that it was probably not a good idea to mess with this stuff. However he was already in a desperate situation. So he figured it best to try something rather than wait for some inevitable fate.

He searched through the stuff in the shed, finding all sorts of magical ingredients and weird equipment. Most of it appeared to be old junk, like a burnt out cauldron, or some torn gloves. He could feel strange energy coming off them that he assumed was magic, but he had no idea what any of it did. He pocketed the gloves as well as a shard of what appeared to be obsidian glass. Hoping that they would be useful somehow.

He continued to search until he finally found something promising buried at the very back of the room. Resting against the wall he found an old twisted branch with shards of crystal embedded in the tip. As he touched it he felt like his body was supercharged. Energy flowing through his veins like a severe caffeine rush. He was pretty sure that he’d found some kind of magic staff, and that this would be his perfect weapon when confronting the witch.

He finally felt like he was fully equipped as he stepped out of the shed and looked up at the sky. The full moon still shining brightly overhead. He was pretty sure that only an hour had passed while he was searching. He hoped that he still had time until the witch returned or started to hunt for him. He wanted to still search in that time, but was unsure about going into the manor that was clearly the witch’s domain.

So he continued to search around the yard area. Staying between the house and the large wrought iron fence that sealed off the woods. The night passed around him and he swore he heard many strange sounds echoing out of the woods. His body reacting and looking around each time like a jumpy kitten.

After more than an hour had passed he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise up all of a sudden. The air around him felt more hostile than before and he quickly ran and ducked behind the shed once more. Getting into his hiding place as he dealt with the sudden shooting panic that was rising through his body.

He settled into his spot right as the witch arrived. She descended from the sky on her broomstick. Her body glistening in the moonlight as she moved with surprising grace. He noticed that she was different from when he’d seen her before. Now her body seemed to shine with a newfound aura about it, and she was now carrying something. Sitting atop her broom was a large sagging sack. It was about the size of a person and it appeared to move with a fluidity to it.

Conrad’s eyes stayed glued to the sack for a while before turning back to the witch. She looked to be in a good mood as she strutted her way across the lawn towards the house. He realized that she was likely heading inside. He was also fairly sure that the sack contained one of his friends that the witch had captured. He was relieved that it looked like she’d only gotten one of them so far, but he knew that if he was gonna have any chance of saving his buddy he’d have to act quickly before she went inside her domain.

He had less than fifteen seconds to come up with a plan before she was too close to the house for him to do anything. Unfortunately that meant that his plan was little more than to rush her and hopefully catch her unaware with the tools he’d found. His current idea was to run out and hopefully use the staff to blast her with some kind of arcane shot. Hopefully it would stun her and he could get to the sack and cut his friend out with the obsidian before they used the broom to escape.

It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was better than nothing. So he quickly pulled the tattered gloves over his hands. He wasn’t sure what they would do, or how they would help, but he felt like having them was better than nothing.

With time dwindling down he started moving. Running across the yard as he charged towards her. He watched as she stopped her footsteps and turned towards him. A shocked expression was plastered across Melcora’s face as she watched Conrad charging towards her. He almost let out a battle cry as he moved but figured it would just be excessive.

He lifted the staff up in front of him pointing it like a gun towards her. He channeled all his energy and emotions into the wooden stick as he tried to get it to work. He felt the energy leaving his body and transferring into the rod as it started to glow along the length. A shining light appeared on the tip that grew in size and brightness. He had spots in his eyes from the light, but he tried to direct it out and towards Melcora as she stood there.

With a grunt of effort the light illuminated the area like a brand new sun. It shone like mid afternoon in a desert and blinded everyone before it shot out towards her as a bolt of energy. The arcane shot flew through the air in a strange zigzagging pattern. The magic traveled towards the witch before suddenly changing directions. As it drove itself straight into the dirt in front of her. Absorbed into the ground with a thud.

After the magic landed it took a few seconds for anything to happen. In that time the two of them just stood there looking between each other and the point in the ground where the energy disappeared. As they watched the earth suddenly began to rumble and bulge. After a moment green leaves and brown bark burst out of the ground. A small shrub like bush appearing from the bolt of magic as Melcora’s mouth broke out into a grin and Conrad just stood there shocked.

Conrad stood there for a moment not sure what to do, or how to continue. His first plan had ended in an unexpected whiff, but he’d still made himself vulnerable. With nothing else planned he decided to take his chances and rush it. Throwing caution to the wind he ran at the witch with full force. His legs pounding into the ground with each step as he got closer and closer. Melcora just watching on with a surprised smile on her face.

As he got up next to the witch he swung the magical staff wide. Aiming to hit her across the face like a baseball bat and leave her stunned. He put all his muscles into the swing with the stick as it whistled through the air. His plan was to let go as soon as he felt the rebound and make a dash for the sack.

Unfortunately for him the stick suddenly froze midair as the vibrations traveled down his arms and shook his whole body. He looked up and saw the terrifying sight of the witch looking down at him. The stick clutched easily in her hands before it could even hit her. She gave a fierce yank and the staff was pulled from his grip and he stumbled forward a bit.

With both of his plans ending in ruin he decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore and tried to make a last second dash of escape. He put all his athletic ability into his leg work as he swiftly turned around and crouched low to begin his desperate sprint.

Before he could move his legs he felt a weight on his back. The witch having moved with surprising speed, was pushing him down into the dirt. Forcing his body down beneath her in a sign of subservience. His body crashed into the ground and the witch was quickly on top of him. Her sweaty legs on his back as they kept him trapped beneath her, and her hands caressing through his hair in a suggestive manner.

“Looks like I’ve found another one to add to my collection. And this one's a real sporty aggressive one at that. Perfect for some real rough and tumble play aren’t you boy. I can’t wait to try you out, and get a real feel for this body of yours, but first I have to make sure that you’re absolutely mine.” She said in a breathy erotic voice as she caressed his body with her hands. Her face leaning forward until she was right beside his ear and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.

He felt her fingers rubbing against his ears before something cold and round was placed against them with some force. He tried to shake his head and get her away, but her grip was strong and she held on as the object touching his ear began to heat up. Conrad felt something in his body being pulled out and continued to struggle, but her grip strength just increased. Her hand reaching down and grabbing his arms so tightly that they left bruise marks in his supple flesh.

“Mmmm, I hate doing this the hard way, but you are a real fighter, and I can’t help getting excited about that.”

“Get off of me you fat old cow. I don’t know what you’re trying but you’ll never get me to submit.” Conrad was struggling underneath her as she forced him to her will. His body was stuck under her weight but he continued to try to get out. “Just get away from me.”

His voice was desperate as she continued her task. The gemstone she had placed by his ear slowly lighting up with a deep emerald light that illuminated the surroundings. Once it was fully illuminated she took it away from his body and placed it in the brim of her hat with the other gems.

As she moved to put the gem away her grip loosened and suddenly Conrad made a bolt for it. His body going into a sprinting stance as he tried to run away once more. He got about 5 feet away when he suddenly slammed back down into the ground. His body tripping as Melcora held on tightly to his leg.

“Naughty boy, you don’t get to escape until we’ve had our fun together. I want to experience all of our pleasures together before you join the rest of your friends.” She said as she used her surprising strength to flip him around so that he was now laying down. His face pointed to the sky. She moved her body as well sitting down on his legs so that he could no longer escape her.

Conrad was now faced with a dilemma as he could no longer escape from the witch’s grasp. His body still feeling the rush of adrenaline he changed his direction from flight to fight. He grabbed the piece of obsidian in his belt loop and swung with it towards her face. Hoping to catch her off guard and strike a blow for all of his friends.

However as his arms moved forward Melcora spoke one word in a language he couldn’t understand. Suddenly he couldn’t control his arms. No matter what he did they refused to move forward. He realized with a sickening twist of his stomach that it wasn’t his arms that refused to move, but the gloves he’d put on earlier that kept him locked in place.

“Oh my, still putting up a fight I see. Let’s see what you were trying to do.” She said as she waved her hands and controlled the gloves he was wearing. He kept shouting at her to shut up as she forced his hands to open and drop the piece of glass in front of himself. With another wave of her fingers his hands were pulled back and pressed behind his head. He continued to shout and struggle all the while despite the futility of his body refusing to work with him.

“Oh look at that, you found a shard of seeing glass didn’t you? Probably looked like a sharp piece of stone to you. It’s supposed to show you the future, but with it this broken I’m not sure how much or how far you’ll actually see. Why don’t we try it out and you can tell me what you see?” She said as she held the glass fragment in front of his face.

He wasn’t sure what was about to happen but he was desperately against anything the witch wanted. So with little way of moving his head he tightly shut his eyes instead. Hoping it would make the witch give up on whatever plan she had.

He held his eyes shut for several minutes as he waited for the witch to give up. The darkness around him increasing his other senses as he could feel the warm weight of the witch on top of him. He could smell the strong perfume of her sweat and B.O. radiating off her. Along with the strong scent of sex that seemed to radiate off of her. Finally after a while he felt her shift her body weight and hoped she had given up on her current plan. He slowly peaked open his eyes on;y to realize that the witch had won the waiting game and the glass fragment was still right in front of him.

Conrad stared into the fragment of glass and felt his body melting away. His vision started to blur and spin as he felt the sensation of being sucked into the glass. The world around him going dark as all he could focus on was the obsidian in front of him. His consciousness was pulled out of his body and into the fragment. As he suddenly found himself falling through an infinite void. A light rushing up to greet him.

Finally the world came back into focus, and he found himself in a bizarre situation. He immediately knew he wasn’t back to normal as he found himself floating off the ground. His body transparent and see through to the point he briefly wondered if he was now a ghost, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t died. He hoped this was just some strange magic being forced upon him.

With his current body state checked he looked around for any clue about what was going on. His eyes instantly locking onto something as his body looked down. Directly below him he saw himself. His body in the nearly the same predicament he’d been in before. The witch trapping him beneath her form, but something was different and he was desperately hoping he was seeing things wrong.

His pants were pulled down revealing his bare legs and crotch. He was shocked to see the witch straddling his dick with what appeared to be her bare pussy. Her dick standing upright In Front of her. He watched as she continued to ride his dick with her uncovered pussy. The sounds of sex rising and filling the surrounding as she continued to slam up and down on his crotch. He looked on as he saw his cock slick with her juices slipping in and out.

Plap

Plap

Plap

The sound echoed about as Conrad stared on in shock. He watched as his own body moaned out in pleasure. It was almost like he was watching the weirdest porn he’d ever seen starring himself in the male role. He could feel embarrassment and arousal growing in his astral body. He continued to watch in awe and horror. Eyes transfixed on the wild sex going on in front of him. Two voices breaking out in moans and erotic whispers.

He continued to watch for who knows how long before he felt himself melting away once more. The world around him dissolving into a cascade of colors. His body felt like it was falling as sensations came back into focus. His sight returning to see the witch in front of him with her eager hungry eyes. The weight of her body on his legs coming back, and her thick smell filling his lungs. However he couldn’t get the previous sight out of his head as the two sights combined in his mind.

“Well boy toy, looks like you’re back. So what did the seeing glass show you?” She said teasingly as she ran her hand down his chest. Dropping the broken fragment on the ground. As she spoke the memories of what he’d seen flashed through his mind. His face went bright red and his dick throbbed and grew to an erection as he thought about it. He tried to hide his horny thoughts as her eyes explored his face.

His throbbing dick rubbed against her thick thighs as she leaned forward. Her eyes sparkling in a predatory way as she felt his erection on her skin. She saw his red embarrassed face and smirked as she noticed his arousal hiding beneath the surface. She was ecstatic at his sexual thoughts as her own libido picked up, she wasn’t sure how much she still had in her but seeing his face had brought her roaring back to full erection.

Conrad couldn’t help but feel his face grow even brighter as he saw her throbbing cock hanging over him like a predator. The smell of her lust flowing off it in waves as he once more closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else. He didn’t even notice as Melcora got off of his legs and moved lower as she pulled down his pants and revealed his erection standing straight up.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me what you saw. This guy and your reaction are already telling me that you saw something naughty. Some fun times between the two of us are in store, and with this big thing hiding away I don’t think I’ll mind having some fun with you.” She said as her hands reached out to touch his hot dick. Stoking up and down the length of the 8in member. “You were also pretty feisty earlier. So much more lively and full of energy when compared to your tiny dicked friends.”

She bent forward and ran her tongue along the length of his cock. Her warm tongue sending tingles down his spine as she tasted his salty dick. She smirked afterwards and let him contemplate what her plan was. She let go of his dick and started to stand up. Conrad was still locked in place by his arms as she stood over him. She moved her hands down beneath her cock and pulled a pair of damp lacy panties out of the way. Her wet dripping pussy being exposed for the first time. The smell of her cunt now filling the air with an even more potent scent of lust and sex.

She used one hand to keep her dick upright and the other moved to her pussy lips. Holding them open and showing Conrad her wet, pink insides. He was almost in a trance at the sight before breaking out and struggling with his legs that could still move. He tried to crawl away but his body seemed to be moving in slow motion. He could only watch helplessly as she slowly lowered herself until her pussy was kissing the tip of his dick.

Conrad gasped as he felt the slick warmth of her pussy on his cock. She spent a moment playing with him. Rubbing her crotch back and forth over the head of his dick before slamming down. Engulfing his entire dick inside of herself. They both let out light moans of pleasure at the sensation. Conrad felt her warm embrace as her body gripped tightly around his dick. Every inch of his dick feeling her soft and tight cunt around him.

Melcora let his cock rest inside of herself for a moment as she felt it exploring her insides. His dick scratching an itch that she’d had for so long. Soon she started to move. Her hips rocking back and forth before she started to lift herself up off his dick, then slamming back down. She did little in the way of foreplay. Already burning up from earlier in the night she got to work quickly.

He was stunned as pleasure coursed through his body. The witch bouncing up and down on his dick was something he couldn’t get used to. Every movement sending another wave of pleasure through him and overloading his brain. He was stunned as he realized the vision he’d seen earlier was already coming true.

She continued to ride him. Her dick bouncing up and down on his chest as she moved. Her entire body jiggling with the movement and suddenness of her activity. She wanted this and more as the erotic sensations traveled up her body. No matter how much she moved she felt like something was amiss.

“Alright boy, let’s turn this up a notch. I’m gonna make you into the perfect toy for me.” She said as she once more used her magic. The energy traveling out of her hands and into Conrad. He could immediately feel something changing about him. His body felt different and the pleasure running through him was increasing. It wasn’t long before he realized the biggest change. His dick was at least twice the length as before and still slightly growing.

She’d enlarged his dick to fit up all the way inside of her. The thick rod now digging deep into her body as it crashed into her womb and shoved against her stomach. She loved the feeling of being completely filled by the now bigger dick. Her body stuffed and the cock rubbing against all her most sensitive spots.

She let out a deep moan as she felt her pleasure rising up. A flood of arousal overflowing her body as she had her first and hopefully not last orgasm. Her body shaking and her pussy gripping even tighter onto his dick. Begging it to unleash its load inside of her and giving her a cream filling. Conrad held tight, refusing to let himself release inside of the witch.

However with the witch’s orgasm there was another consequence. One that comes with having both sets of organs. As her orgasm ripped its way through her, her cock began to throb and pulse. Eventually letting out a small geyser of cum that splashed out onto Conrad’s face. The thick substance landing on his chest and making its way up. Even covering his hair in the liquid.

He felt the thick droplets of slime covering his face and body. The smell of it clinging to his body as he felt like he’d been dirtied by the substance. The warm liquid sticking to him and adding to his humiliation.

“Wow, that was such a nice burst. I’m surprised I still have that much left in me. How about you get a good taste of your old friends. Become one with us as you accept your new role.” She said slowly as she leaned forward. Her bouncing on his dick slowing and becoming more concentrated but not stopping. She was looming over him as her hands moved out. Scooping up a dollop of cum that had landed on his chest. Before moving forward and shoving her cum covered fingers in his mouth.

His tongue was suddenly coated in the salty taste of her futanari cum. The strong almost meaty taste of it filling his mouth as he wanted to gag. Instead he felt her fingers moving around. Exploring his mouth with her touch, and covering every inch of it in the thick slime.

“So how does your old friend taste? There’s plenty more of him if you want more.” Her voice came as she pulled her fingers away. Watching him closely as she resumed her rhythmic bouncing. She had a disappointed look on her face as she saw him trying to spit up the cum she’d given him. “Awe, if you’re not gonna play along you might as well just be a nice toy for me.”

She picked up the pace of her movements. Her body bouncing and jiggling all over the place as more and more pleasure built up inside of him. He could feel the shockwaves of her flesh impacting against him. His pelvis getting more and more sore. All the meanwhile his dick getting even more sensitive as the feeling around it became even more intense.

Then he felt it again. Another change in his body as she was doing magic again. This time the feeling was even more intense. He could feel his cock growing and becoming more aroused and sensitive with each passing moment. At the same time the rest of his body was beginning to feel slightly numb. Like all of his senses were being forced into his dick. It was getting harder and harder to think through all the pleasure.

He was in a strange state of euphoric torture as his body pleaded for an orgasm that he refused to give. His willpower cracking under the strain and his mind not even realizing what was going on. His body continued to morph, his dick growing bigger and the rest of his body seeming to shrink or shift into his cock.

Finally he broke. He couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer and his cock started to throb deep inside of her. He could feel the gate breaking as his own hot cum traveled the length of his dick. In a final mindnumbing burst his dick exploded with cum deep into her womb. The hot liquid filling her up with its warmth before overflowing. His creampie flooding into her and expanding her womb. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. All of his senses going to his dick and the outflow of burning arousal.

As the orgasm finally began to abate Conrad came to a grave realization. Throughout the orgasm the witch’s magic had continued to work and he’d been in too much bliss to realize anything. His body had been absorbed and now all that was left of him was his 2 foot long cock jammed into her pussy. He was no longer a person, just a cock, a living dildo for the witch to use.

Slowly the witch reached down between her legs and pulled the cock out of her pussy. The flow of cum no longer plugged gushed out of her and dripped down her legs. She lifted the toy up as she examined it. Seeing it glistening with cum and her own juices she gave it a satisfied nod.

“Alright, now you are the perfect toy. Something to really fill me up and give me the pleasure I need, but without all that bravado and attitude. And now you’ll be able to get constant pussy use with your new size that’s nearly as big as mine. I hope you like your new fate.” She said as a final farewell to her new toy. She teasingly gave it one more lick along the length. Tasting the combined flavors of his cum and her juices, before dropping the dildo to her side and walking inside. Her plans were already moving to finding her next victim as she put the dick on the table and began moving through the manor.