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The Witches

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by TwoToTango

Day Four, Wednesday

Four days of vacation remaining…

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“Unff… Oh!"

In the morning, Neal woke with his cock hard and had his hand on it even before his eyes had opened fully, stuck together with the gunk from what little sleep he'd managed to get. He jacked off furiously, though a giggle pulled him fully awake.

“Hey, bro. Something got you busy there?"

He opened his eyes fully and was not surprised, though his stomach dropped, to see his sister in the next bed. Neal was glad, vaguely, Trish was not hurt at all, though there had to be something going on there too, if she was fucking him. He knew it was wrong to fuck her, especially when he was not actually turned on by her, though a curse still burst from his lips.

“Ah – fuck!"

He didn't stop masturbating, however, not as she laughed and shook her head at him, a book propped up as she read. In Trish's mind, quite clearly, there was nothing wrong with the situation at hand at all.

“Don't worry about it, bro, it's all natural, isn't it?"

However, it was time for things to change between him and his sister and, as ever, Neal had no say in the matter. Even though the witches had not done anything specifically to Trish, their influence was powerful enough for the last of her inhibitions, where it came to her brother, to slip away.

Neal squirmed and held up his hands, heat in his cheeks, as she approached, completely nude. Of course, she was nude, for Trish already knew what she wanted from him as he tried to push her hips away while she straddled his hips. His cock sprang up anxiously, seeking attention, and Neal grunted in the back of his throat, even though his mouth was too dry to speak up.

And yet he wanted her too, keeping his eyes on her large, full tits as she sank on to his cock, taking charge of the moment as the wet heat of her pussy enveloped him. She slid down slowly, as if she was savouring the experience too, and it suddenly stood out to Neal how the witches had been taking him.

His sister was gentler with him, despite everything – and most certainly despite his protests. His mind churned with too many questions and his stomach ached, although his throbbing cock kept any real unrest from his lips.

It just felt too good to have his cock buried inside her, a half-broken sob breaking his lips. And yet Neal haplessly pumped his hips up too, controlled by the need of his body, ready to explode already.

He was there to serve them, in a way, though he didn't want to forget his own pleasure too, grunting as he gave in to the moment just a little more with his sister. Trish moaned openly and rested her hands on his chest, her fingers splayed out as if they were trying to cover as much of his chest as possible.

She was spellbinding, in a way, and he focused on the ardent rise and fall of her breasts as she rode him more furiously, though Trish didn't slam down on to him like the witches did. He liked that more, his heart aching for that little something softer, yet his cock needed to keep on blowing its load, over and over again.

Maybe that was all his life would be, now that the witches had a hold on him. Neal wasn't even sure, as his sister threw her head back and shoved her chest forward in orgasm, that he could have a normal life again. Things had simply changed too much for him, as much as he would have liked to forget that the witches even existed and go back to the world that he knew.

Neal gasped, lips gaping, but he couldn't stop his orgasm from coming as Trish's cunny closed tightly around him. The slickness of her pussy decreased the heated friction between them, though his cock throbbed and throbbed as it spent a thick load within her. His sister sat all the way down on his cock, keeping Neal as deeply as possible inside her, letting the moment linger on and on.

Yet even that could not last, for there was so much more for them to see.

They both picked up their heads a little as the main door of their vacation home opened and closed, the bubble of voices reaching them. Trish grinned.

“Hey, Cara's here!"

She got off him and out of bed, seemingly having been waiting for that, though her nudity had him flinching, reeling despite the aching hardness of his dick. Neal averted his eyes, fighting the will of whatever insidious potion was coursing through his veins in their magic, as his sister pulled on panties and headed out. If she wanted to be naked in the home, after all, that was not something he was going to concern himself with at all.

“I'll send Cara in to help you out…"

He moaned and turned his head fully away, spending a load of cum into the sheets. He relaxed a little, though he was glad of the privacy, his body satisfied with respite for a little while. It would not be long, however, before his need flared up all over again, even if the witches had proved the night before that his stamina could still run out.

“Hey, lover…"

Oh, fuck, no…

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He groaned, barely even trusting himself to say anything else as he mumbled a greeting. Of course, his sister had meant it, even if he hadn't believed her, sending in Cara.

Cara licked her lips obviously, hungering for him, dressed in only a pair of bikini bottoms. Was the whole place growing increasingly degenerate? Well, if the witches' influence was spreading, maybe that was so…

“Trish said you were having some dick troubles?" She asked with a giggle, though things were already obvious. “We're going to have to get that big boy down before we go to breakfast, you know."

Neal gulped, blinking too rapidly.

“Mm, uh… No? We? What do you mean, both of us going to breakfast?"

“Yeah," Cara said, kneeling up on the bed with him. “You, me, your sister, your mother… Oh, your dad and mine have gone off, got some work thing, I dunno… My mom's off sunbathing, hah. Always got to catch it early or else she burns!"

Neal grunted, but Cara stroked his cock, dragging his attention away, as if he had not cum at all only minutes ago. Such relief still was short-lived… Or maybe that would not have been so until others started pulling at his sexual attention, grabbing his dick and forcing him to fuck them.

He barely knew what he was doing as he let her slide on to his cock, taking his dick into her pussy. She rode him, but Neal surged up, grabbing her ass, rolling her on to her back while she scrambled, a squeal on her lips. Cara had not even bothered to slide her bikini bottoms off, so they clung to the side of his cock while she tugged them aside, showing off what her body had, all so she could satisfy her need and his as quickly as possible.

“Mmmm… Oh, Neal!"

Her head fell back against the sheets as she let him fuck her, cramming his dick in deep, her pussy rippling around him. If he didn't try to hold back, he might have melted into sex with her forever, as if there was nothing else out there, no world, no life, just the rise and fall of orgasm. In hindsight, Neal could understand just how an addict felt, though his had been forced upon him.

“Nnngghhh… Yes, fuck me!"

She cried out, reaching orgasm on his dick, though he kept thrusting in the missionary position, watching how her hair splayed out beautifully across the pillows. With a ragged groan, he spent himself inside her, though his cock stayed hard even while fucking through the mess of his seed, cream slopping around his cock.

“Mmm, still hard?" She whimpered, eyes shining with open lust for him. “Let's go again!"

For her too, his body seemed to be something she could use for her pleasure, regardless of what he wanted, groaning open-mouthed, eyes wide and glassy. On his side, he spooned her, unable to do anything other than let her slide back on his cock and fuck her.

It was easy, that roll of his hips, sliding deep, again and again. Such a rhythmic, easy motion… No wonder people were obsessed by sex. That made sense, in a way, though he tensed and tried to push away his horniness, even if the pull of orgasm dragged him closer and closer with every thrust.

He was close, again, when Trish walked back in.

“What's taking you two so long… Oh! Hah!"

She shook her head at them, her hand on her hip. Cara groaned, breasts shifting slightly with the force of his brutally driving thrusts.

“Mmm, he's still hard! Just trying to get him to go down before breakfast!"

“Well, hurry up, we're all waiting for you and hungry!"

“Ugh…" Neal chimed in, heat colouring his cheeks. “Why're you…watching?"

Trish scoffed, though he didn't look like he minded all that much at all, considering he was still balls-deep inside Cara.

“Oh, come on, you're such a prude… It's just sex!"

Finally, he was able to ignore his sister for long enough to finish inside Cara and, that time, his cock softened enough for them to allow him out. They didn't, however, let him clean up, the mixture of their sexual fluids drying on his cock, as he was forced out into the living area of the home, his sister and mother waiting.

His heart pounded, cock rising again. Damn it.

His mother sighed, looking at him with less embarrassment than before, when they'd been in the hospital.

“He's still hard?"

Cara grinned.

“Yep!" She didn't seem all that bothered by the fact. “He came in me, twice, but well… I don't know what else I can do!"

Hannah shook her head and poured herself some more coffee. It seemed like she was going to need it.

“Oh, well… It will have to be okay, we need to eat. Hopefully, everything will be okay. I'm going to drink this and then we will go out, to breakfast."

Neal gulped and backed off.

“Uh… I don't think that's a good idea," he tried, desperately trying to persuade them otherwise as blood rushed to his cock. “Um… I should just stay here. I'll be better here, especially, like this?"

He tried to wave a hand towards his cock as if that would highlight the situation he was in, though it helped little when they weren't thinking of him and his predicament.

Trish put a hand on his shoulder, smiling more softly as she comforted him. She wasn't “not herself," even if things had changed with her. Neal thought the witches had corrupted her, though if they would not do anything harmful to Trish, it was not something he was going to focus on.

Thus, he missed just how that corruption was spreading out from himself, not the succubi. After all, they didn't want to do everything themselves: that would have been boring.

So it was that he was dragged out and down the road, into an area with cute little cafes and restaurants, overlooking the beach, for breakfast. He could well have just had breakfast at home but, to them, he was just being obstinate and causing issues for no reason: they were all there for family time, after all. It was just a shame his father couldn't join them, according to his mother.

He flinched and shifted his weight, not allowed anything to cover up with as he walked up to the beach cafe, sand sticking to the underside of his feet. He grunted in the back of his throat, fingers twitching nervously, though Cara scoffed and smacked his hands away from his crotch whenever he tried to cover up, even out there in the open air.

“Cara, leave me be…"

“Oh, you're being so silly!"

He sweated nervously, crossing his arms, though the host of the restaurant smirked and raised an eyebrow at his state of undress. Cara and Trish had dressed moderately, in bikini tops and bottoms, though only Trish was wearing a daringly short skirt. That should have been another note that something had changed, that their mother was no longer telling her she should have worn something to cover up a bit more skin, but, well…what more could be done there?

The table covered him somewhat, though Cara's hands roamed him as if she had free use of his body, squeezing and groping him under the table. He grunted and tried to bat her hands away, yet even Neal could not deny just how his cock throbbed into her touch, aching and pulsing.

Oh, how could he even need to cum again? It made little sense, it wasn't him! No… It wasn't him at all, not him in the slightest, though he allowed her hand to close around him, stroking up and down, applying gentle pressure to his cock. She didn't have to be rough with him, after all, not as she masturbated him, knives and forks clattering against plates while they ate pancakes and waffles.

Things were normal, if his nudity was not considered and her attention on him. Yet Cara did not quite allow Neal to get off fully as she stroked his length, thumbing the tip just to bring another pulse of sensation to his shaft.

“Unff…"

He couldn't stop the throaty grunt breaking his lips as, their breakfast finished, Cara slid under the table. His mother rolled her eyes and huffed, for it was more than obvious what was going on under the table, Cara's lips sliding over his cock. She was more than familiar with his dick after the two of them having spent so long fucking one another, though there was always more pleasure to come, more to be had and so much more, of course, to be enjoyed.

“Okay, it's time for me to go then," Hannah said, brushing off her trousers as she stood. “Don't forget you have another appointment with the doctor today, Neal, in a couple of hours."

His mother paid, at least, for them, though the cafe was busy, the three of them left tucked into a booth, though there was nothing secluded about it. Neal groaned and tried to take the chance to slide out, though Cara's throat massaged the head of his dick while she deep throated him, digging her fingers into his thighs like claws, needing him perhaps even more than he needed her.

“Oh, I see you're all good and busy here!"

The waiter, a tall blonde with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, smirked as she came by, though she had been giving them flirtatious looks throughout breakfast. Neal gulped and tried to lean on the table, like everything was normal, though he wasn't fooling anyone. His eyes slid to the side, his sister having undone her bikini top again, though he couldn't see just where it had ended up. He wouldn't have been surprised at all if Cara was topless under the table too, shedding social norms as they cast off their clothing.

However, he blinked at the waitress' toplessness, how her bare breasts called his attention, whiter than the rest of her body, for she was tanned. Most people in that area, who lived there, were tanned, though it showed she didn't tan without at the very least a bikini top on. But why was she topless? He grunted, swallowing hard. Was it just some big joke to everyone else, his debasement? Maybe so…

“Mmmm…"

Cara moaned around his cock as the blonde waitress lingered. Trish smirked, catching her attention.

“I'll tip you extra, though mom's paid," she said, showing her teeth as she smiled, “if you do him too!"

She jerked her thumb at her brother as if it was natural, though he grunted and pulled back – trapping himself further inside the booth. There was some space between the table and the seating, at the very least, though that only exposed his cock and the top of Cara's bobbing head as her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip of his dick.

“Mmmph… Uh, no… No, that's fine…"

“Hah, no problem!"

Of course, his pleas were overruled, even as Trish shook Cara's shoulder, saying something about wanting to take her shopping, as if that meant she didn't get to use Neal anymore. He moaned as her lips left his cock, his shaft springing up in the wake of her lips, his body still, somehow, trying to claim her attention. Yet the waitress slid in and took Cara's place, half pushing her out of the way, her black trousers not quite the right attire to be doing such a thing, least of all in the cafe.

“Hey, what gives?" Cara snapped, though Trish had her up and on her feet, hauling her off by her arm. “I still wanted his cum down my throat!"

But Trish had other things on her mind and, well, in her mind, her brother was being taken care of. That was all that mattered there.

Neal pulled back desperately, trying to get away as the waitress grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. Then and only then did he notice that other patrons of the cafe were in states of undress, though he had initially taken it to be them just wearing some beach wear: lighter clothing for the warmer weather. Unlike Trish and Cara, however, everyone else had had tops and bottoms on of some kind.

“Hey, I don't want to…"

“Oh, come on – I need that tip!" She chirped, bright and bubbling, easily talking over him as if there could be no way he didn't want to fuck her. “Come out here, it's nicer outside, bit of a breeze… I'm going to earn that tip by the time they come back!"

Outside, there was a little seating area in view of the beach, surrounded by foliage. Anyone walking by would still have been able to see them, though it was still very public, his breath hitching and catching in his chest.

“We're still on café property," she told him with a flash of a smile, seating him under an umbrella, the wrought-iron table shaded from the sun. “So, don't worry, I'll still get paid. Now… Let's see what we can do!"

Her heavy breasts swayed lightly as she ran her hands down Neal's chest, his lips parting, though he didn't know quite what else he was to do about things, his stomach twisting and churning.

“Oof… Look, we really don't have to do this," he tried, even though his cock sprung back to full hardness already, throbbing while she seduced him easily. “Mmmm… Ugh, no, I'll make sure you get an even bigger tip if you don't fuck me!"

Yet the waitress went down on him as if she was in a daze, her lips engulfing his cock, all the way down to the base.

“Ah – fuck!"

He swore and rolled his hips up, grabbing her hair, though he knew he should have used that leverage to push her away. Just where had all of his willpower gone? He'd always thought he was capable, that he could do whatever, that he was in control of himself. Oh, but he had never realised just how easily all that could be swept away from him.

She deep throated his cock as if it was no trouble at all to her, though didn't let him blow his load in her throat. He moaned, head rolling back, so very tempted just to let it all go, to lean into the moment and forget everything else. Maybe it could all have been okay if he was there with someone else, if the witches hadn't even come into his life at all. There were things people at spring fling and all that did on the beach, so it was not all that strange to be getting head nearly out in the open…

“Hey, look!" A shout caught his attention, blinking as the sun brightened his gaze once more. “Some dude's getting head over here!"

It was a guy, though he blushed heavily and pulled away, jostling the table. His partner just took that as an offer for him to fuck her properly, getting up on to the table and finally kicking off her trousers. She wasn't wearing underwear and he jerked upright as if in a dream, his cock pressing between her open, spread legs.

It was not a good position in the slightest for him to take her, her hands braced on the table and her torso propped up – but it was the waitress' abs that were going to suffer there. Even as a crowd gathered, he whined helplessly, embarrassed that he was being watched but simply unable to hold himself back when his cock ploughed into her, horniness heating his body from head to toe.

It was like sunburn in the way it clawed at him, making him want to do something, anything, to get away with it – but sank far, far deeper into his body, using the fascia that supported even his organs as a network that ran through his entire body. But there was no sense to be made there, not as he humped and ground, spearing into her, his lower back ringing with a deep ache while he pounded her. Even the table was not quite at the right height for him to fuck her, though he rammed into her all the same.

There was no other option for him, helplessly being dragged down a path that was very much not of his own choosing. He erupted inside her, the overpowering force of his orgasm wiping out his vision, just for a moment, though blinking cleared his fuzzy vision, more or less.

With the crowd around them, blocking out the view of the beach, he was all on show, though some fucked around them too. Neal blinked at that, shaking his head, though it was kind of good not to be the only one in the spotlight, even if most eyes still seemed to be on him. Even when women were exposed and getting their holes crammed full, they still stared at him, as if he was the only true focus of their attention, need powering through.

If he had been on the outside, unaffected, he would have seen that he was the centre of it all, that he was the one corrupting and making everyone around him so horny they didn't know what to do with themselves. Alas, by the time any of that managed to swim its way into the forefront of his mind, it would be far too late for him to do anything. And it would have taken a far, far stronger person to hold off the will of the witches anyway.

The waitress turned on to all fours, crouching over one chair with her elbows on it, though he thought nothing of fucking her again. He'd lost track already of how many times he'd cum in her, though not all that much time seemed to have passed, not even as the throng around them grew. Cheers filled the air as he moaned and slammed in, holding her hips, dragging her back on to his cock with every thrust.

“Unff… Ah…"

He wanted to run away and tell the waitress just how good her cunt felt around his cock as her ponytail bobbed: two things that didn't go together. His lips parted in a heady groan, his own breath tickling his lips, but he couldn't stop himself, not as he climaxed, what he thought was, a fourth time inside her.

Sirens blared and police shouldered their way through the crowd, though they could not stop everyone: there were simply too many and the police didn't have that sway over there. With all the vacation shenanigans that regularly went on (usually more with drinking and mild drug use than open sex, considering the clientele), one would have thought the police would be able to do more there, though, as he ploughed into the waitress again, a voice cut through the air.

“These people are on private property and may do what they please!"

He didn't stop thrusting, for the tenor of his hips forced him on, as if there was a hand on his glutes, digging in, forcing him. Of course, he wouldn't have fucked in public like that if it had at all been his choice, oh no, yet there were limits even to free will when something magical curled around him.

“Oh, well… See that it stays within the property! And put up a barrier…"

The voices of the police sounded fainter, though Neal wasn't sure if more time had passed; it had got impossible to tell whenever his cock was driven into someone. The waitress moaned and rolled her hips up to meet him, but he barely saw her as he moaned and spent his seed inside her all over again.

Cum flooded her sex as she groaned but he couldn't feel if she took an orgasm of her own at the same time. It almost did not matter, especially as everyone took their pleasure, one way or another, if they were around him.

That meant something, but he couldn't put his finger on it as he glanced up, wanting to thank someone. They sounded like they had owned the property, at least, so maybe they were the owner of the beach cafe?

“Hm… Mmmph… Ah… Thank…you…"

The words trailed off on his lips as he met Marilla's eyes. The witch may have been the quietest of the three, but there was a sense of power in the way she held herself. Of course, she was completely naked, not needing to wear clothing and, supposedly, corrupting those around her so they saw it all as something normal, ignoring the fact her bare tits and pussy were out and exposed.

“Mar…illa?"

She smiled, tight-lipped, not spending any words more than she needed. Maybe that was where her power lay?

“Hello, Neal," she murmured, watching him slide out of the waitress' pussy, staggering a little on shaky legs. “It's so nice to see you here. But there's more you need to meet, not just me. Watch."

She stood close, as if they were the only two in the room, running her hands down his chest. And her touch felt good, as if heat rose to the brush of her fingers, flooding every spot she graced with her fingers, making him want more.

“Unff… Please…"

She tilted her head, eyes sparkling faintly.

“Oh, but, Neal…" Marilla breathed. “You don't want me to stop. You never want any of us to stop touching you, no. This is your destiny."

“Unff… No…"

Yet his thoughts refused to go back to his studies, the life he'd thought was his to take for his own. Her hand whipped up, the waitress gone, and sprayed him in the face with the aphrodisiac potion they had been infesting him with every time, some getting in his eyes and up his nose, but most dropping straight into his gaping mouth.

His cock ached, fully ready again, his stamina revitalised, and the witch lay down on a towel, which someone must have brought along with them, perhaps intending to go to the beach. It didn't matter where it had come from, only that they had a spot in which to fuck, the moans of the crowd rising around, growing thicker and fast. He thrust into her pussy in the missionary position, though he cared not one bit about what he was doing, as long as he slammed in brutally, a lewd, wet slop emanating every time he plunged deep.

“Mmmph… Oh…"

Why had he been resisting in the first place? For the first time, even if it was only brief, his mind left him, panting and whimpering, focused only on thrusting. He had to cum, had to really cum, spending his load – yet he had to do it again and again. There was no end for him, aching, deep horniness flooding his body, licking his lips, though he could barely even close his mouth from time to time.

The day moved on, though he didn't notice his sister and Cara returning, tipping as promised and joining the fray. He slammed in crudely, grunting in the back of his throat as he pounded her crudely, even his pupils dilated when they should not have been in the bright sunshine.

“Mmmph… Yes… Oh!"

Marilla moaned under him, bringing her legs up and crossing them around his waist, seeming like it was one of her preferred positions. He blinked rapidly, the light getting to his eyes, though the pulse of orgasm ripping through his body, tearing a little part of him loose all over again, dragged him back to reality.

“Ugh… Hm?"

Neal moaned, blinking and pulling back, for it was the aphrodisiac affecting his vision and how the sun hurt his eyes that enlisted the help of his senses again.

“No!"

Finally, he took control of himself again and wrenched his whole body away, horrified. Just what was he doing? He wasn't that weak! He shook his head, staggering and stumbling over his own feet, but there was nothing for him to do but hurl himself out of the rampantly fucking ground, lunging for freedom.

After all, he had to head to the hospital for another check-up, with his mother. Maybe if Marilla was out there, the hospital would finally be free of witches?

He barely made it home in time for his mother to take him to the hospital for his appointment, cutting it fine but he doubted that would have even mattered as he was ushered into the waiting room – and then, strangely enough, straight to an examination room. The nurses and all administrative staff wore nothing more than the very skimpiest of clothing, some bare on the bottom too or the top, as if there were no longer any rules of hygiene within the bounds of the hospital himself.

“Ah, mom – this is wrong!"

He tried to turn and flee, hard cock bobbing before him, but a brunette nurse slammed the door after him and dropped instantly to her knees before him.

“Just got to take a quiiiick sample!"

She took his cock into his mouth, though that was not enough of a distraction for him, even as his mother raised her hand as if in protest, then pressing it to her own lips.

“Oh, if you think it's best," his mother said, looking away. “I don't want to cause a bother, I just want Neal to feel better."

“Oh, it's just standard procedure," another nurse reassured her, though the nurses did not act as if they expected anyone to offer resistance. “Perhaps you should leave and sit in the waiting area? We shan't be long in here at all, he looks to be in great health!"

His mother, thankfully, made good her exit, seemingly not caught up in the sexual fray, while he tried to give his details and make note of his symptoms the best he could.

Then and only then did three nurses make use of him, saying it was to get his erection down. The excuses they gave for doing what they needed to do were weak at best, flimsy and shakeable, but he was dragged along with them and overpowered too easily as he was made to fuck one doggystyle. The other sat on a chair before him, her legs pulled up so he had access to her pussy, lips pressed into her sex and tongue circling her clit, doing all the witches had trained him to do.

He couldn't resist, like he had on the beach, the aphrodisiac fully in effect as he huffed and grunted, doing what was needed of him. And wasn't it good too, in a way, for his body to have use?

Maybe that was his destiny.

Neal blew his load three times over in each of the nurses in their threesome, swapping between them and swapping positions, grunting and huffing. It was more and more natural, though all he wanted, really, to do was to rest, until the nurses stood back, their smiles fixes, eyes somewhat glazed.

Like someone else was controlling them.

How convenient. And he hadn't even seen any of the witches there that time.

“You're all set!" One chirped, yet it didn't sound like her voice. “Come back in two days for the test results, don't worry about a thing! And have lots of orgasms in the meantime, make sure you keep draining your balls."

That didn't sound like sensible advice to him in the slightest, no, but he had to go along with it, for no one at the hospital was going to help him. He was going to have to go off and help himself, at the very least, as much as he could.

It was easier have dinner at home after that, with his new resolve, even if his mother, Trish and Cara were with him, the former two taking every advantage to slide their hands over his body, grasping his cock and jacking him off under the table.

“I don't think they're helping; we're going to have to visit another hospital when we head home," his mother said, recounting what she knew of the hospital visit. “But all seems to be okay, we just need to get you a little more help, Neal."

He nodded. Maybe, when they left, he would be far enough away from the witches, at least, so that was something to work towards, perhaps even leaving a day early.

After dinner, his mother put a movie on the wall-mounted TV, but Neal didn't try all that hard to push Cara away from his aching prick. He reasoned with himself he had to orgasm anyway, so it made no difference if she got something out of it too.

His mother sighed, her eyes darting between her son and the TV screen. He gulped hard and half-shrugged, though privately thought trying to fight Cara off would have ended up worse for him. It would have just been awkward.

“I've seen worse today," his mother said with a roll of her eyes, though tried to focus, more obviously, on the action movie. “It's not that bad."

Eventually, however, Cara hauled him off to the shower, where she went about her usual routine of bathing, all with him in the shower with her.

And that was kind of nice for him, as if he was getting something of a break from the reality his world had dropped into. If it was him and Cara, where he'd been able to get to know her and perhaps take her on dates, he would have liked it better.

She washed off and he even kissed her, relaxing a little more, though her being comfortable enough to trim down her pubic hair again before him, keeping it neat, was a little strange. He hadn't honestly seen a woman doing that before.

Going to bed with her settled him, forgetting, even then, the witches were coming that night, as they always did.

Yet he was startled awake in the night to a witch already riding his cock, Cara and Trish unconscious while the witches passed him around like a sex toy.

“Mmph… No… Don't!"

He groaned, though was barely aware of what position he was in, everything seeming to change every time he blinked. From missionary to doggystyle, to spooning, to sitting up with them in his lap again, even mating press. And that was just penetrative sex, for they took his cock down their throats too, sealing it softly between their tits, flesh wrapping around him for the best boobjob of his life.

Maybe it would be in keeping for him to get used to that.

He lost track of how many times he got off inside them, head spinning with lust. But he had to tell them he was going to win: maybe they would then back off him, let him be, seek another victim.

“Unff… You're not…getting me…" Neal moaned. “I'll go… I won't be here forever… You don't know where I'm going, all your work will be wasted!"

It was hard to sound sure of himself when he was balls-deep in Marilla's mouth, though Karen gave him a creepy smile that stretched too far across her face.

“Oh, are you sure about that?" She crooned, gripping his hair so his head was wrenched back. “Maybe you need another dose!"

She was going to give it to him anyway, but the injection was ready as soon as they had exhausted his sexual stamina in every position imaginable, roughly three hours before he would usually wake up in the morning. He lasted longer than the night before and that notion chilled his stomach as he gasped, slumping to the bed as the needle slid into his arm again.

He'd fight it.

“This will make you secrete even more of our aphrodisiac… And the results will be beautiful."

He faded to sweet sleep, not remembering their words when morning came.

Continued in Day Five…