The Witches, Day Six

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Day Six, Friday

Two days of vacation remaining...

He had to do something about events, but...everything just spiralled out of his control. Neal tried to wrap a bedsheet around himself to leave the bedroom, but his own hands twitched and dropped it before he'd even left the bedroom to go to breakfast, for there was a part of Neal that knew he didn't honestly need it anymore. Frankly, he never thought he'd needed it, his new sexuality thrumming through his veins, wholesome and vibrant.

He didn't have to hold back, despite the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he needed to be sensible, that he needed to think about what he was doing, who he was doing it with.

But they all made it too easy for him, his sister accosting him before he even got to the breakfast table so it only felt natural to him to bend her over the back of the sofa and fuck her hard, ramming in crudely to her pussy. Her wet folds enveloped him and it was no time at all before she squealed out her orgasm, toes curling, and Neal emptied his nuts into his sister's pussy.

Taking Cara too, well... Cara made it easy for him. He could pretend that he was holding back when she straddled him during breakfast, seemingly not interested in her own at all while he tried to spoon cereal into his mouth and made quite a mess in the process. Yet he emptied his balls into her again, as if he hadn't got off what only felt like minutes ago, huffing and panting, his eyes half-lidded with lust for the physical matter of everything. Even if Neal understood something darker and more insidious was going on, he just couldn't do anything about it.

I need help...

He was too horny to do anything about it, which was why he needed help from someone else. Of course, his parents had noticed he still was ruthlessly aroused (it was impossible not to), though it took a comment from Sally for them to take him back to the hospital. Even then, he masturbated, jacking off in the back seat of the car with a wet "fap-fap" of his hand sliding along the swollen flesh of his cock. At least, until Trish clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, annoyed with his state, and engulfed him with her mouth to keep him just a little quieter.

When that didn't do the trick, gulping down two loads of her brother's cum into her ready and waiting throat, she straddled him in the back of the car -- and the only thought that crossed Neal's mind was gratitude for not having to do all the work, for he was a little sore after all the sex he'd been getting.

"Ugh... I hope the hospital will have a cure, some kind of treatment for you," his mother said, muttering from the front seat, where she was driving. "Honestly... This has gone on long enough. I know it's not your fault, sweetie, but...we need this stopped."

However, the hospital didn't look any better when they walked in the doors to a sight that should have been in a dystopian movie of some kind. Of course, it was still functioning, kind of, as a hospital -- but every nurse wore an open-fronted uniform with their breasts and pussies exposed, the male nurses doing what was needed with patients and other staff members alike. Not to speak of the doctors, physicians and administrative staff as people openly fucked in the corridors, behind desks and even on the chairs out in the waiting rooms.

Neal didn't hold out much hope as his cock throbbed with raw need, even as he was taking to an examination room, skin hot and flushed, to wait for the doctor. He shivered in place as she straddled him and yet didn't have it in him, not anymore, to make any other protest when the black-haired nurse's hot pussy slid down over his cock. Her moans begged his join her, the nurse riding his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world, the lewd, wet slop of her pussy gripping his shaft rising to fill the room.

His mother stood with her back to the wall, not looking away but still bearing a tight, pinched expression on her face. Neal's heart pulled for her, wanting to do right by her -- though he didn't know what at all he could do, not when his arousal had been so sharply increased, shot beyond all natural bounds that he felt he could have controlled.

"Mmmm... Oh, your cock is good..." The nursed moaned, her hands on his shoulder as she rode him in the examination chair. "Oh... Ohhhh!"

He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her taut flesh, as he thrust up, spending his load, ecstasy flooding him. Finally, the doctor showed up and he gasped, eyes wide and strained.

For he recognised her, even in professional attire, her white coat open to expose her tits and pussy: none other than Karen Le Croix, the leader of the witches.

"You... What?" He tried, tongue tangled around his words as the nurse left and Karen gripped his jaw, smirking as she shoved her face in close to his, all under the vague pretence of an examination. "Why... Why are you here? What are you doing?"

His heart sank, though Karen didn't seem at all bothered by his mother being there too, her hand trailing near lovingly up the length of his still-hard, still aching cock.

"Mmm, you are coming along so nicely, as I knew you would," she said approvingly. "Oh, how my control has grown... And not just over you, your family, your neighbours... Our influence has spread, Neal! And you still think there's anyone at all out there that will help you?"

Karen flung her arm wide as his mother tilted her head, a little concerned by not overly so, not seeing the extreme nature of what was going on before and around her. Neal sucked in a breath, something tightening in his chest.

"Leave her alone."

"Oh, I don't have any intent to hurt anyone, that would be so boring," Karen scoffed, shoving him back. "The hospital is corrupted and my influence is spreading, guided by my sister and Berthina... I wouldn't bother fighting me, for we've nearly done all we intended to do, sweet Neal. And what a wonderful addition to our sex givers you shall be!"

With a smirk, she patted his cheek, so roughly it was almost a slap, and flounced away, Neal left with his mother.

"Is everything okay? Did she treat you?"

Neal gulped, shaken, sweeping his hand back through his hair, barely able to stand from the chair.

"Uh..." He had to say something, anything, to reassure her. "Yeah... Yeah, mom, it's okay."

Hannah, at least, seemed satisfied with that as they headed back out to the waiting area, though not even Neal was surprised to find his sister bent over with her hands flat against the wall, getting her pussy pounded by a complete stranger.

"Come on, Trish," their mother called as she passed. "We need to go."

"No..." Neal took a breath, touching her arm, though it was still wrong to touch her when he was naked, drawing her attention. "We need to go to the police."

Things were not in his control and if the witches had corrupted and overtaken the hospital with their twisted brand of succubi magic, the police were the only thing he could think of.

At least the police took the overrunning of the hospital to be some kind of terrorist attack when he spoke to them, even if he still had to sit there, giving his statements, naked and blushing furiously. Yet Neal knew what he had to do and stayed at the station while the police did what they needed to do.

Hours later, so long that it could have been the next day, Neal snored, slumping against the wall in the interrogation room -- one of them, at least. A pool of cum marked the floor around him, for he had not had anyone to fuck in there, even if it had been a relief to allow his body to rest. His hand had done the work needed for him, burning arousal simmering through his veins all the same.

"Now, Neal..." One investigator spoke up, a guy with a moustache and a bit of a daunted look in his eye. "We've found some things. I think you'd better help us fill in the gaps."

And he did, to the best of his ability, though he knew his nakedness was still on camera there as he fished and tried to give the police all the information he had, everything he possibly knew. He told him the names of the witches and their descriptions, though it got a bit awkward too when the police asked him to describe the clothing they were wearing. He tried to avoid anything sexual, but, of course, it had to come out -- for he had been forced against his will and that was something very much the police had to hear about.

It turned out that the police had raided the hospital and, from what they were able to tell him, had found corruption there -- though not quite in the sense the witches had meant it. Forged files and documents, faked IDs, patients not registered: the whole thing was a mess, even if only some of it corroborated his story.

They could not find, of course, Karen Le Croix, for she had never been registered as a doctor, even though there were records of her existence at the hospital. Although they could not divulge every bit of information to him, he got enough to understand they had some records of her, yes, and where the succubi had been staying, which was key.

Medical equipment and the like had been found there, ways to restrain and drain, things that even when the police read out the technical names he didn't understand. Slumping in his seat there, he wrapped his hand around his cock and masturbated mindlessly. The investigator faltered but tried to go on, even if he was only somewhat listening.

I just want all of this to be over... I don't want to be just another cock for the succubi.

At least he knew what he wanted and why he wanted it. It was more than many had in their lives, after all.

"These files claim your blood is tainted, though your medical records have been looked at by professional staff," the investigator added, clearly uncomfortable with going through personal medical information. "Everything looks fine, I cannot see anything there. But you should schedule a check-up, a full service, as soon as you can. Best be safe than sorry there. You've been through the ringer, boy."

Neal flinched and shook his head. It didn't feel like that, not when his body still ached with desire and, of course, he was naked in the interrogation room.

Even if they'd found some information and evidence where Karen and the others had been staying, it didn't look like there was anything more that could be done that night. He was assured his family would be safe that night, that he was to go home and get all the rest he could.

"Officers will be stationed outside tonight, patrols on duty," the investigator told him, offering Neal his hand to shake and then thinking better of it, considering Neal's nakedness. "Ah... They will see that no one comes near your property during the night."

He had to trust them, though his mother seemed a little more shaken after seeing the police officers, even if she had not had any useful information to give him. His sister leapt at him the moment they got inside the house again and he obligingly fucked her, even if tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, betraying how a deep part of him truly felt about things.

He'd had to jack off in the interrogation room and when he had been waiting at the station, yet it had not been enough. It was much better to grunt and empty his load into his sister's pussy while she ground back on his cock, seeming to only need his hard-on inside her just to get off. It was quite impressive, really, just how many times over Trish was able to climax on his shaft, squeezing him just to milk his dick of his seed too.

Cara helped him relieve another load, when he was just trying to get himself a drink in the kitchen, but he was too overwhelmed and exhausted from dealing with the police to do anything about it. He knew he was just fuelling his own downfall, in a way, but he couldn't help himself, whimpering softly as his cock was sucked and he shuddered into her mouth, wanting to grab her hair and fuck her throat right then and there.

He'd tried... He reasoned with himself. Neal had really gone and done his best and, ultimately, that was all he could do. The sweeping headlights outside of the police soothed him a little and, for the first time, Neal breathed a tiny sigh of relief at the notion there was someone else out there who cared, who knew and believed him. Of course, it helped some that they had found that documentation where the succubi had been staying -- and all he really needed was for the witches to stay away from him until he got away.

Then, he could take matters completely back into his own hands.

Finally slumping into bed that night without dinner -- he just didn't have the energy for it -- Neal crashed hard, sure, at last, a sweet, dreamless sleep was going to be all his.

"Wakey-wakey... Neal... Oh, Neal... You've been a bad, bad man."

He startled awake, trying to lunge without thinking about it, but Marilla was on top of him, thighs squeezing around his waist, a hard look in her eye as she wrestled his hands above his head.

"No!" He grunted. "No... I don't... No!"

He tried to force out the word, sweating desperately, twisting back and forth -- yet what good was he against all three witches? He cast his gaze to the window, but there were no lights out there, just an eerie sense of stillness that may or may not have been there before.

He realised his sister was knocked out in her bed, naked, before Marilla slipped back, holding his wrists down and shoving her tits in his face as she sank on to his cock. It was as if the witches knew intimately just how their bodies worked together and how they needed to line up by that point.

As if he was a dildo for them and nothing more than that.

Everything blurred as he moaned, his body giving in to sexual need as if there had been no resistance there to begin with. He moaned and humped vicariously, shoving himself up against Marilla, though the weight of her should have been more than enough to pin him to the bed.

"Mmm, he's coming along well, sister..."

Karen stroked Marilla's hair, though Neal didn't even notice, not as he ground his feet into the bed and powered up with his hips, thrusting wildly. He wasn't even trying to drive his cock more deeply into her, not considering angles or anything like that, just thrusting wildly, maniacally, as if he had truly lost his hold on reality as he knew it.

"Mmph... Yes... Fuuuuck!"

He moaned as he ejaculated, though it didn't matter. It was just one orgasm out of many and he rolled with Marilla on to his front, the witch under him sprawled on his back. Even though he was losing his seed inside her, giving her every drop, he slammed in harder and faster, his body desperately seeking a bigger high still.

There had to be more, the highs and lows of lust bringing him through, panting heavily, chest heaving. Yet nothing was enough, not at all, not as Berthina giggled and ran her hand down his back, groping and squeezing his ass as if she was savouring him, memorising the curves of his body.

But he didn't want to end up restrained, a sex toy for the witches, even if it would be serving a purpose for them... His heart pounded -- and skipped a beat. Would that be so bad, however?

No... What? Why was he thinking like that? No, no, no... No, Neal couldn't give in, clenching his hand into a fist, though the only outward demonstration he could give in that moment was trusting a bit harder, driving brutally into Marilla's hot folds while she bucked up against him. He didn't have her pinned into the bed, grunting in the back of his throat, but Marilla wasn't going anywhere, even if all three succubi wanted a piece of him.

She dug her heels into his buttocks, but the flash of pain that brought his sore glutes wasn't something Neal even registered as he grunted and huffed, tucking his chin down, bearing through the moment any way that he could.

"Yes... Mmmm... Mmmmooooorrrreeee..."

His words were lost in a groan that, somehow, told more than anything else ever could have done. He panted heavily, tongue playing against his lower lip, though didn't even feel he could lick his lips, drooling a little, too much saliva pooling in his mouth. It was too much, much too much -- and then suddenly he was being ripped from Marilla, his cock jerking and splattering cum, presented with Berthina to fuck with the witch bent over against the wall.

His body ploughed into her hot, wet sex without a second thought, for there really was no debate about it, not with her, not with him. He just craved her, wanting her body, the slick, wet heat of her clinging to his cock. If he didn't think too much about things, Neal could imagine he was back enjoying that every first night with them, back when he had been so very sure that everything was a dream, that everything was still okay in his little corner of the world.

"Mmmph... Nnnggghhh..."

"Oh, you're so much better when you're groaning, sweet slave," Karen crooned, nothing at all kind or soft in her tone as she stroked his cheek. "Look outside... Do you see anyone out there to protect you? Oh, you've led us on a merry chase but it's time to accept your fate. You are so close to being ready."

"Unff... Don't wanna...be ready..."

She laughed and pushed him away, though his eyes had already slid outside. There was no one there, no one at all, sinking hopelessness dropping into the pit of his stomach like a lump of ice. It pulled him down, down and down and down, and he leaned over Berthina as she leaned against the wall, his cock sinking into her wet pussy again and again.

There was nothing more for him, just lust, only the tenor of it pounding through his body, repeatedly. He panted heavily, though even the rake of air through his lungs clawed at him desperately, his cock driving home. And it felt like that was home too, her pussy rippling around him, every stroke coming with a hotter rush of pleasure, as if every sensation he'd enjoyed before had something lacking in it.

The witches could offer him so much more than any kind of sex he had been used to before and Neal was so very sorely tempted to forget everything, to let it all go. Especially when he sweated all over, his skin glistening with the sheen of it, lips parted, heavy, ragged pants pulling at his lungs. To be corrupted, to be used... And yet he didn't know how else he was going to get those new needs of his body met, his eyes wide open and glazed, huffing and grunting through every stroke.

"Mmmph... Guuhhh..."

Words wouldn't even come out of his mouth as he leaned heavily over her, grabbing her tits as if he was a beast of passion himself. Truthfully, Neal didn't at all feel like himself anymore, no, not like the guy he'd been. His college courses seemed so very far away, as if the succubi had already transported him to another reality, every stroke of his dick torturous pleasure.

He needed it though, he had to keep fucking them. The night rolled on as he erupted inside Berthina, his cock throbbing -- and yet not softening in the slightest. For, as they'd said, he was nearly ready to do all they craved, to plough into them, to fill their hot, needy cunts with his dicks. Even their mouths too, grinding against their tits, even their asses too... Oh, he knew already there was no part of them that was off-limits to him, able to give and give while they took everything he had from him.

"Mmmm..."

Neal blinked, trying to focus on one thing, though Karen and Marilla knelt before him, even though there was nothing submissive at all about them, not in that moment. They grasped his cock and shared his meaty girth between them, though perhaps it would have suited them better for him to have a larger cock still.