The Witches of Phi Lambda
The Witches of Phi Lambda
It had started so simply. A few mysterious deaths on a college campus. The locals had written it off as fraternity hazing gone too far. Dean had insisted it was something more, though, and Sam had to trust his instincts, even though he was more focused on getting his brother out of his crossroads deal than another monster of the week.
They'd determined pretty quickly that the frat boys had died as a result of some seriously deranged spellwork. Someone was viciously torturing guys and draining the life from their bodies after.
Dean had suggested they split up to follow the leads they had, and that's when it went off the rails. Sam had been searching a secluded sorority house a few miles from the campus and had just called Dean to check in when something hit him from behind and everything went black.
He woke up in a basement, chained to a cold metal chair, and totally fucking naked. Given the old books, bottle of ingredients, the sigils drawn in blood on the walls, and the obligatory slaughtered rabbit, Sam was fairly certain he'd found the culprits. Witches. Great.
Three girls in their early twenties had entered soon after he woke up, wearing nothing but long, thin t-shirts. Sam could help but register the curves of their bodies as they discussed something quietly by the table with the books, bottles and bowls. Judging from how they kept glancing at him, he had to assume he was the subject of their conversation.
******
Meagan kept an eye on their captured visitor while Paige and Whitney argued. He was tall, powerfully muscled. Her eyes traveled along the curves of his thick, firm thighs and his drooping penis. Even flaccid, it was obviously huge. She couldn't wait to get started on him. His muscles flexed and strained as he worked to free himself from the chains. But, she knew they had nothing to worry about. He wasn't going anywhere.
They could have magically bound him to the chair, but their master had taught them that the physicality of restraints, cuffs, ropes, chains, made things so much more tangible, if they wanted a man to truly feel and understand the helplessness of his predicament once he awoke.
He looked up at her again, so she averted her eyes and tuned in to her sisters' debate again.
"We should summon our master. He'll want to know we have another one." Whitney was saying. Meagan rolled her eyes. Whitney was so spineless. Always ready to submit to their master's wishes and earn favor. So submissive. Too submissive.
"He was talking to someone on the phone, we should find out who they are and what they want. Master always says to watch out when people snoop around asking questions." Paige replied.
"You think he's a hunter?" Meagan asked, joining in.
"Maybe."
Meagan nodded. "You're right. We should find out."
Whitney shook her head. "But-"
"Master will want to know as much as we can find out when he gets here," Meagan interrupted. "You don't want to summon him for nothing, do you?"
As she expected Whitney backed down, nodding in agreement. Teacher's pet. Meagan smiled. "So, let's do it."
She glanced at their prisoner for a moment then opened one of the spellbooks their master had given them, flipping to the section she wanted to use for this one. She's been thinking about it since they'd stripped him earlier. With a silent smirk she pointed to the page she'd selected, waiting for her friends to agree. They looked, and then smiled back, nodding eagerly.
She motioned for them to start prepping the ingredients for the spell, and slowly walked over to the prisoner. He watched her apprehensively as she approached and moved around behind his chair. She dragged one finger over the curve of his left deltoid, grinning when he tensed and tried unsuccessfully to pull away.
"Who are you?" she whispered in his right ear.
He jerked his head away. "Who are you?"
Meagan chuckled, drawing her finger down the vast expanse of his left pectoral and circling his nipple once, twice. It was already firm from the chill in the room. "Not how this works, sexy."
He grunted softly in arousal, even though she could tell he was trying to disguise it as disgust. "Hmmph. Sam."
"Hi, Sam," she said, letting her lips brush his earlobe. "So, who were you calling when we met you?"
Sam grunted again as her finger made another circuit around his nipple. "No one."
He yelped when he pinched, twisted his firm nipple between her fingers. "Don't lie, Sam."
Gritting his teeth, Sam turned and sneered at her. "I was checking my messages."
Meagan smiled, releasing his chest. She walked back to the table, where her friends were just finishing the preparations. All three bowls were ready, all three candles lit.
"You're gonna like it better when you obey, Sam."
"Let me go!" Sam yelled angrily, yanking violently on his chains.
"You'll learn to play nice," Paige said, grinning.
Meagan cast first. She lit the herbs in her bowl, then dripped the blood along the sides, reciting the enchantment. She extended her hand toward Sam and clenched her fist.
Sam reacted immediately. His muscular body tensed, eyes going wide as his penis instantly swelled. In seconds he was fully and inexorably erect, the ten inches of his manhood standing proudly out from his body.
"UGH! What-UGHHH!" Sam moaned.
Meagan sprinkled in the special ingredient next, and laughed softly as Sam's tensed body arched off the chair.
******
Naked, cuffed to the chair and alone, Sam was at their mercy. The girl that seemed to be charge wasted no time. A blast of pure pleasure set his body in motion, arching from the seat in sensations of ecstasy that seemed to have been conjured from the very pits of hell; a creeping, writhing, unrelenting shock of constant, inhuman pleasure.
"UGGGGHHHHH...."
His dick swelled harder until it felt as though it might burst from the pressure building inside.
Sam tried to speak, but the second girl then joined in, casting her own spell.
"UGGGGGGHHHHH-AHH...."
The spells built on each other. His dick strained, harder than he'd ever been in his life. He felt his testicles beginning to grow heavy as the unrelenting stimulation racked his genitals. "W-WAIT!"
He never got a chance to say anything further, as the third girl cast the same spell, sending another unbearable blast of raw animal need through him. His dick stood rigid, bobbing slightly with the movements of his helpless squirming body.
All he could do was try and catch his breath whenever they stopped, as any time he started to speak, or scream, or even cry out, they blasted him with pure sexual pleasure once again.
It wasn't a pleasure which rose and fell, like the touch of a lover, but a sustained shock, indescribable, but nonetheless was getting him very close to orgasm. Close, but not quite. Orgasm felt imminent, but the closer he got, the further it seemed to slip away from him.
He was too lost in it to do more than vaguely register them discussing what spells to try on him, but he knew something was wrong about the next spell they cast. Numbness briefly spread throughout his rigid cock, from the tip all the way down to his balls before everything settled back to his new, hyper-stimulated "normal."
"UHHHHH! AHHHH! MMHHHH!" He cried out as he saw them all raise their fists together, casting the same pleasure spell again, only this time all three at once!
Indescribable, agonizing ecstasy tore through him…and now the purpose of the previous spell became clear. He would have cum in an instant from this, yet his body did not reach that pinnacle, as if it were...blocked. No matter how much he tried, or willed himself to cum, his nuts remained unbusted. He would have begged if he could, but the intensity of need and sensation snatched away the very ability to speak, constricting every inch of his clenched muscular body as if ready to crush the air from his lungs like a coiling snake.
They must have enchanted him to make sure he could not pass out, or surely he would have lost consciousness already. It felt like years that they kept him pressed against the walls of orgasm, a wall which would not crumble, no matter how much he suffered.
Dean! Please you have to find me!
******
Meagan and her friends took such pleasure watching him writhe, watching him not know how to cope…spasmodically closing and opening his thighs, pulling against the chains, throwing his head back, trying with all his might to scream and beg, only for the intensity of the spells to silence him. The tortured stud was not even aware of the stream of tears running down his face. She knew that all he could think of, if thought was even the word for it, was of that desperate need to cum. Now it was all he existed for...that pure wish of release.
She smiled as she raised her hand to cast the spell again.
******
"AAHHHHHHH! UGH! UGH! UHHH! AHHHH!" Sam cried out helplessly. The overwhelming agony of denial had finally forced the screams out. He couldn't speak coherently, but screaming and moaning were easier to force out.
It may have been easier to handle if it were repetition, for the girls to have stopped his orgasm and then started building it back up again, but this was a different kind of hell. To be kept, for what seemed to be hours, on the very utmost edge of what would surely be the most powerful ejaculation of his life and held there, forced to ride it, without the slightest shift in intensity.
They kept him held on the brink without pause, that constant pulsating sensation shooting through his clenched body, threatening to suffocate him. He tried desperately to beg for them to let him cum, but moans, gasps and cries were all that escaped the tension coiled throughout his body as his muscles strained and twisted in their merciless grasp.
The swollen tip of his thick length twitched as the waves of magic washed over his nude form. It was like having every inch of his body licked and teased to the brink over and over again; it made him shiver with need and pure arousal. Ripples of pleasure tingled along his throbbing manhood...never enough to push him into orgasm, just enough to keep him praying for it.
"AHHHHH! AHH! AHHHHH!"
******
"He'll be ours, soon." Meagan said quietly while Whitney kept up the pressure on Sam. "Your turn. I'll find the next spell."
Paige nodded and raised her hand as Whitney lowered hers.
Meagan flipped the pages until she found the next spell she wanted to use. Perfect.
******
"UGHHHHAHHHAHHHHHHHHHARGHHHHHHH!"
Time had lost all importance, not a moment had passed where Sam's shaft had not felt the soft wet, teasing sensation of a tongue sliding up and down, flicking against his manhood continuously. He wanted nothing more than for them to wrap those gorgeous lips around him, to grant the mercy of a more physically impacting pleasure....
Sam knew it was his imagination. There were no lips or tongues touching his cock. His brain was simply trying to make sense of the invisible forces tormenting him.
The girls gazed sensually at the object of their lust, clearly relishing the view of his throbbing cock as he struggled on the chair. Sam would do anything they asked. If only they would let him tell them that!
"AHHH-UGGHHHHHH-HAAAAAGHHH!"
The fluttering of their power drove him wild, yet for what must be hours, the sensations had cruelly not been enough to tip him over the edge, just enough to keep him locked in a perpetual state of ecstasy. Never had his cock been so erect, so full and so complete; their spell continued to work him, never changing...
"AH-HAAAHHHH! AHHHHH! UGGNNNHHHHH! AHHHH!"
Way past the prospect of hope, way past the belief that mercy would come…without warning, it stopped. So lost in agonizing need, Sam almost didn't realize it, yet there was little time to comprehend, as another, different spell hit him; a spell which this had all built towards; a shapeless, merciless, cruelly granted surge of white hot orgasm penetrating to Sam's very core.
Not the liquid, rising pleasure of masturbation or the blunt, hot pleasure of sex… this was different. It seemed to hold him in its grasp and sap every ounce of muscle control. It was far from relief or mercy, it was pleasure which seemed to almost hurt, an intense constant stab which could not be escaped, no matter how much he screamed or tried to pull himself away.
His ecstasy erupted! Every inch of him seized as pleasure overcame him, every unbearable second they had kept him locked in this hellish arousal now climaxing in one moment, teased for so long with such little flickers of sensation that even those were enough to finally topple him over into orgasm.
"UH! AHH! OH GOD! UGHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Sam screamed as his cock pulsed, hot jiz squirting and splattering against his heaving chest and chiseled abs. Unlike the sweet release of sex, the ejaculation didn't stop. He pulsed again and again, sticky white cum coating his torso and legs.
His torture wasn't over yet.
******
"UGHHH! UGHH!! AHHHHGGGHHHH!! UGHHHH! UGHH! AHHHH!"
Meagan, Paige, and Whitney took turns one after the other with no break in between, casting the same orgasm spell on Sam and holding it for as long as they desired. They forced orgasm after orgasm from the defenseless Adonis. He could not stop it or fight it, the sweet relief of unconsciousness would not save him.
His screams echoed off the walls of the basement. His powerfully built body writhed and contorted on the chair, helpless in the chains. His wild eyes implored them, but they showed no mercy, just as their master had taught them.
Time after time he came, long thick girth pulsing and throbbing...cum shooting out, splattering against his clenched abs and heaving pectorals, oozing down the insides of his bulging, powerful thighs. At first it may have been something akin to pleasure, but the ongoing sensations were nothing less than pure torture; they wondered if maybe he thought he would die from it, but no, that would merely spoil their fun.
Besides, he hadn't felt what it would be like when they all cast the orgasm spell at once…