Chapter 4

A tall woman in tight jeans and a cropped top that left her stomach bare walked around Flynn and gave him a thorough look. She had luxurious black hair cascading over her shoulders and down her torso. Her face was angular, her lips full and bright red.

Flynn could almost feel the contact as her eyes slid over every inch of him. He writhed in Adira’s grip, unable to stop himself. The combination of being both naked and completely under her control was already degrading. To be so vulnerable and exposed in front of two women was more than he could handle.

Tears flooded his cheeks as he begged, “Please, oh please, oh please. Stop this. Why is this happening to me? Please put me down. Let me get dressed. Let me leave. I don’t want to be here. I want to go home.”

Raven said, “Sorry, honey. Home doesn’t want you or you wouldn’t be a special case.”

To Adira, she said, “He’s a cutie. What’s his name?”

“Flynn Sullivan. His stepfather is that Sullivan.”

“Oh, my. So cute little Flynn is a legacy admission and a special case. That doesn’t happen often. Can I touch?”

“He is special, and non-compliant at that. And he’s eighteen, so he’s no longer a minor ... not that a little inconvenience like age ever stopped you. Anyway, you can do whatever you want with him. Well, almost anything. Don’t do something fatal. And I get to watch, of course.”

Raven said, “Non-compliant, eh? Sounds like you needed to give him a bigger dose.”

“He was maxed out on just about everything. What I gave him was potent. A special mix.”

“Oooo,” Raven said, looking Flynn over again. “Resistant. Maybe a rebel at heart. I’m turned on. I might jump your bones right here, little guy. Or maybe I’ll put that cute face of yours between my thighs. Are you hungry after your long trip?”

Flynn tried to bouncing up and down to make Adira lose her grip on his wrists, but it only made his floppies bounce up and down, too. He cringed at the slapping sound his penis made when it hit his stomach multiple times.

Raven said, “Wow. Do that some more.”

Flynn glared at the two women and said, “You can’t do this. I have rights.”

Raven gave him a regretful look. “Not here, honey. You lost those even before you lost your clothes.”

She reached out and slid her fingers between his penis and ballsack, causing Flynn to gasp at the audacity. He jerked his hips backwards in a hopelessly belated attempt to evade her. Adira squeezed his wrists till be yelped and subsided. Raven’s forefinger slid up and down the underside of his penis, tracing some kind of design. Her touch left a hot, itchy trace that cycled through the pattern she’d made a few times, then expanded till his entire penis was tingling. To his horror, he hardened immediately. His penis rose to almost touch his belly.

There was something more going on than just a young man’s reaction to a woman’s touch. Raven was beautiful, and under other circumstances, Flynn would’ve found her impossibly alluring. She had the kind of sensual beauty that would make him hard just thinking about her. But not at that moment, and not while he was still crying with shame. She’d caused his erection in an atypical way.

Adira looked at his hardened penis and commented, “Nice. I wish I’d taken a before measurement. And now that his balls are fully exposed, they’re impressive, too. Bet they hold a lot.”

The compliments only made Flynn feel more degraded than ever. They were just a reminder ... as if he needed another ... that everything he had was on display, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Raven reached between his legs to cup his ballsack. She kneaded and tugged at it. He didn’t feel the uncanny touch that had brought on his instant erection. She was just amusing herself this time. Her forefinger ventured further in, stroking the area behind his balls. He squirmed and made inarticulate noises of shame and frustrated fury. She was way too deep into a private area. The feeling of violation was intense. Her finger probed even further, actually touching his anus. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a long, involuntary whimper.

Raven kept her finger there, even pushing inwards, just long enough to let Flynn know she could do anything she wanted to him. He was powerless. After she withdrew it, she felt around between his legs a minute more before declaring, “His taint doesn’t have much hair, but I can feel some around his hole.”

Adira said, “He’ll get more. He was probably a late bloomer. He should start looking like a man and not a little boy when he’s thirty-five or so.”

These women were doing everything they could to humiliate and belittle him. And it was working. Even Stepdad had never made him feel so thoroughly destroyed. Flynn sobbed as more tears ran down his face.

Adira said, “I’m going to have to set him down. My arms are getting tired. I don’t have the strength I did a century ago, that’s for sure.” To Flynn, she said, “Hands on your head when I release you.”

Flynn’s knees almost gave out when she lowered him to the floor, but he had his hands where she’d ordered before he even straightened up. He’d heard Adira’s offhand remark about her age, and he had no doubt it was the truth. These weren’t normal human women. He didn’t know what they were or what they were capable of, and he didn’t want to test their limits.

Flynn looked down at his unnaturally induced erection. Raven had hijacked his body ... the most personal, private part of his body ... so she could sexually humiliate him. Why? He didn’t even know her. At least Adira had a reason to dislike him. He’d admittedly been less than polite with her. Not that it excused the horrible things she was doing to him.

Raven returned to her tactile inspection of Flynn’s body. She stroked the exposed underside of his penis playfully, making him gasp with an unwanted pleasure. Then she turned her attention to his pubic hair. Her fingers wandered around its tangled growth and tugged playfully at its curls, then climbed further to tease his navel. Flynn inhaled sharply. That area had never been the site of any erogenous sensations before, but Raven’s fingertip circling inside it provoked an almost orgasmic response. Flynn hardened even more. He was unaware of the slight humping motions his hips began to make.

Raven, seeing Flynn’s reaction, leaned in to whisper in his ear. “People don’t generally think of the umbilicus ... the belly button ... as an orifice like the mouth, or nostrils, or ears, or urethra, or anus. Mostly because it’s closed off immediately after birth. But it’s actually one of the most important openings a body has. It’s where life flows into you from your mother while you’re in the womb. That makes it integral to your entire being.”

Her touch became tingly. Flynn’s breathed in small, quick gasps. His humping motions became more pronounced. He finally noticed, but couldn’t stop.

“It gave you strength, but it can also be your weakness. I could draw all your life force out of your little belly button there and you’d love every moment of it. The most intense ejaculation you’ve ever known would be the last act you ever performed. The semen you’d produce as you died would be a potent ingredient to any number of potions. There are witches less scrupulous than Adira and me ... than our entire coven, actually ... who lure young men like you into their lair to do what I’m doing to you now. Only they don’t stop till he’s squirted out all of his seed and there’s nothing left. Not even life. I hope I don’t get carried away. That would be bad.”

Adira said, “Raven...”

Raven looked over at her with a mischievous grin. “Don’t worry. Your boy is safe ... relatively. Besides, I don’t have a proper receptacle to receive his semen. It’s no good once it hits the floor.”

Flynn hoped she’d leave him alone after that, but she wasn’t through with him yet. She used both hands to toy with his nipples, making them harden, then leaned down to envelope each in a hot, wet kiss. Her tongue circled and played like her fingers had a moment before. Flynn almost had an orgasm. He needed to have an orgasm. Under normal circumstances, an excitement like he was experiencing at that moment would’ve made him ejaculate ... embarrassingly so ... whether he had his hand around his penis or not. But he was under Raven’s control. Something told him he wouldn’t be able to release till she allowed it.

Raven started using her teeth as she sucked on his nipples. Each sharp nip was like a tiny orgasm itself. Flynn started shaking. He was being swamped in erotic sensations. The desperate need between his legs to release his load was becoming painful. But it was an intensely pleasurable kind of pain.

He was beginning to sweat from the stress and the burning arousal that consumed his entire body. With his hands on top of his head, his armpits were exposed. Drops of sweat started trickling from them down his sides. He could smell himself, and it was a scent he’d never known before. This new kind of arousal was making changes in his body chemistry.

Adira stood off to the side, smiling indulgently as she watched Raven alternate between Flynn’s nipples as if comparing the flavors. Flynn’s face managed to convey misery, humiliation, and startled ecstasy simultaneously.

Finally Adira spoke up. “I do have to finish processing him, you know. I’m on the clock. You are, too.”

Raven ran her fingers through Flynn’s damp armpit hair while she said, “I’m on my break. The office grapevine said there was a real cutie wandering around the campus looking like a little lost lamb. When you called me, I brought Cybele in to cover the front so I could check him out. Give me five more minutes.”

She wrapped her arms around Flynn’s torso and pulled herself up against him, trapping his penis between their bodies. Her arms slid down so her hands could cup his buttocks. She squeezed and pulled him even closer, then started gyrating her hips.