Spermamancy and the Bully Witch
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 17
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 17 - A college summer retreat to study magic with other talented young mages. A meeting of minds, and hopefully, bodies. It could be a hotbed of inspiration - and conflict. There is unrealized power in sperm.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Magic Demons Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Revenge
Summer woke up, at least partly, to an uncomfortable feeling in her arm. She was lying on her side with her arm beneath her.
She tried to reposition her arm, but it wouldn’t move. She must have been lying on it for some time, pinching a nerve or restricting blood flow. She was now fully awake. She tried harder to move her arm, but it still wouldn’t move, so she tried to roll onto her back. She couldn’t move at all. Panic set in. She pushed harder to command her body: to move an arm, a finger, a foot - anything. She wasn’t restrained and there was nothing wrong with her senses: she could feel her arm and her ribs pressing against each other. She could feel one ankle resting on the other foot. She simply had no control over her body.
She was terrified. She fought, and fought, trying to overpower her situation. She knew, somehow, that if she could just start moving, it would all break loose. All she needed was one little wiggle or twitch. Just a finger. But she couldn’t.
How long would she be like this? Was it permanent? What if she could never move again, never speak? She struggled as hard as she could. Her body wouldn’t even let her cry.
She heard movement. Her roommate Matisse was getting up. She could help. Maybe if Matisse could just lift Summer’s arm for her, that would be enough to break free. But then the door opened and Matisse was gone. Every moment was a fresh hell. There was no option to relax or wait. Every moment was struggle, and failure, and despair.
The door opened again. Maybe Matisse had brought help? Jennifer could figure it out - or at least get her to a hospital. Someone sat on her bed beside her: she could feel the mattress shift. “You left a piece of yourself behind - inside me.” It was Laurel’s voice. “I’ll be keeping it.” She got up and left.
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