Chapter 359: Order of the Witch
As the girls kept working Laz, he couldn’t help but shudder. While their technique could only be described as sloppy, it didn’t really matter. In all honesty, Laz, for the first time in his life, kind of got the feeling that he was being taken advantage of. While Laz didn’t find the women to be extreme beauties, they had this big sister, cute and innocent kind of charm to them. Based on their oral exercise, he knew this wasn’t something either of them had much experience in doing. Yet for some reason, they seemed to be very energetic towards him.
Now perhaps one might ask how any form of sex could be bad sex? The answer to that question is that I hope you never learn the answer to that question. If you ever do, then you will understand.
In Laz’s case, while this wasn’t bad, it was... different.
Still though, Laz was a hot blooded young man and while he didn’t invite this attention, he wasn’t going to just wimp out either.
Grabbing on to Joan’s silky hair with one hand while his other grabbed hold of Gia’s curly hair, Laz position his rod in front of Joan’s face and thrust forward, catching her off guard. He easily slide his massive girth a third of the way in before it wouldn’t go any farther and before she could object, proceeded to ram himself into her. While he always stopped right at the same point, so as not to choke her too much, it was still frantic enough to bring tears to her eyes and a gurgling sound from her throat. While Gia tried weakly to fight off his hand pulling her hair back, Joan ended up being gagged every time Laz thrust his hips forward.
While it was only around a minute worth of effort, Laz felt a rush of hot liquid hit his foot, the one located underneath Joan. Not knowing what it was and not really caring, he used that as a signal and pulled out of her mouth, turning his attention to a starving Gia. Gia, understanding what was being asked of her, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and looked up with only her eyes, waiting for Laz’s meat stick to be served to her.
Laz didn’t disappoint. What did surprise him though was that Gia was able to take a little more than half of him, quite a bit more than Joan. What’s more, when he did finally hit that point that it couldn’t go any deeper, she grabbed his hips and pushed him deeper and holding him there. As tears streamed down her face while snot started coming out of her nose, he suddenly felt a rush of heat on his shaft and pulled back. As soon as he exited, Gia turned to the side and threw up, hiding her act, all be it unconvincingly, behind her while the water washed things away. While, Joan and Laz looked at her in shock, she rinsed her mouth out from the flowing water, turned back around and grabbed at Laz’s cock again, once again attacking with a vigor.
Just as she was about to repeat what happened the last time, she stopped prior to having learned from the previous time. She repeated the process several times before she too sprayed something all over Laz’s foot.
"What...?" Joan asked, amazed at her friends behavio.
"Come here," Gia said, reaching for Joan and pulled her close. Just as he head got into position, she forced, Laz’s still stiff man rod down Joan’s throat, causing her to choke, gag and eventually vomit as well.
"What the fuck Gia?" Joan yelled as she tried her best to hide her embarrassment.
"It’s training, stupid. If you want to impress a man, you’ve got to be able to take all of him," Gia responded, her eye’s glowing.
"Oh. My. God.... You’re so right. How could I not see that?" Joan responded with genuine surprise.
With her friend’s encouragement, Joan too practiced a deep throating on hard mode.
Laz could only stare in wonder as he finally understood something... These girls... were not very bright.
Despite that, he had to admit that once they committed to doing something, they committed. Even though they were just brute forcing their way through it without relying on technique, their energetic approach was enough to make up for it. Even if one girl started gaging to the point that she would throw up, the other took the lead to keep the action going. It was almost like the perfect tag team.
Before he knew it, Laz was lying on the floor while the girls took turns honing their skills. As the hot water washed down his flat body, he almost dozed off despite the sexual stimulation. If there was a point that needed fixing, it was that neither girl thought to undress themselves during this entire event.
Just as Laz finally started to feel good, they heard a scream. Looking over, Laz noticed the group of girls who had originally picked him up from his room standing at the shower entrance with another woman having joined them.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?" She yelled, taking the scene in and trying not to flip out.
"Training. Don’t worry, he’s fine. We’ll bring him to you when we’re done," Gia said, wiping some remains from her lips after having once again failed to control her gag reflex.
"No. Just... Fucking no. Ok. He’s to report right now. We’re not giving him a separate interview and assignment just because you two bitches are in heat. Wait... Weren’t you lesbians?" The new woman said, going off on a rant before going off track entirely.
"How about you shut the fuck up you cunt before I break your pretty little face? Huh? Let’s see you be the queen slut with a smash up jaw bone? Wagging your ass for whoever can give you more power..."
"ENOUGH. We’re taking him now... Mistresses orders!" While the new woman wanted nothing more than to go bash Gia’s face in for this insult, she knew she could never beat her in a fight and trying would only be more embarrassing.
"Guess this means you’ve got to go for now. But don’t worry. We will find you later. Just keep this massive dick safe. It would really suck if someone tried to do something with it..." Joan suggested before giving it one last lick, standing up and walking out of the shower as though nothing were wrong.
Gia did the same and gave his balls a pat for good measure before also leaving as though it were the most natural thing in the world. In the end, Laz was left laying there as the hot water crashed against his naked body with a massive hard on and five women staring at him in shocked disbelief.
"Well, now that that’s over," Laz said, standing up and proceeded to finish rinsing himself off before walking over and drying off.
Then, without any rush, he got himself dressed in what only could be described as some plan, Mennonite style, farming clothing before combing his hair, brushing his teeth and the like. Taking one final look in the mirror, Laz tied his waist pouch into place and stood in front of the stone faced guards.
The new woman who was leading the pack, finally snapped out of her daze as a look of anger crossed her face.
"How dare you make us wait on you, you piece of shit..."
"Currently, I’m waiting on you. Please... Lead the way?" Laz said, gesturing for the door.
Grinding her teeth together, the new woman could only lead the way as the four guards flanked him to guide him through the halls.
When they arrived at a massive, warehouse like building, the new and very angry woman told Laz to go sit with the other new recruits to which he just nodded, walked over and sat down. Thinking to herself for a moment, that same angry woman walked over and spoke a few words to someone before gesturing towards Laz as saying a few words. That someone shook her head in agreement and something flashed into her hand for but a moment before it disappeared again.
Another woman, one in green military dress, then waved everyone over and stood up, getting everyone’s attention.
"Listen up. From now on, you will be serving the Order of the Witch until the day you die. If you have any complaints and wished to commit suicide, please let one of the guards know at any time. Other than that, you will be expected to follow the orders of those in charge of you without question. Doing so ensures you live. Otherwise, you will die. Now, for you females within the crowd, you will be giving a chance after a few weeks of working to convert into one of sisters. At that time, you will undergo evaluation and if accepted training. As you can probably imagine, being a fellow sister will be a much better life than being a worker. As for you males, you won’t get that chance. However. If you work hard and attract one of the sister’s attention, you can be permitted to not only start a relationship with her, but also have a much easier workload that keeps you close to home. All other relationships are forbidden and anyone caught breaking that rule will be punished. Now then, some of my fellow sisters here will come around and recruit you based on their requirements to work in their areas. From the moment they choose you, they are your boss. Any attempts to hurt, harm, maim or commit any acts against a sister is forbidden. You will be punished. Any attempts to escape will result in the same. Now, before we send out the recruiters, are there any questions?"
"Yeah. How the hell can you just hold us here forever without any trial or proof of a crime. This violates every law in this country and once they find out what you’re doing here, they will rain the wraith of god and the army down upon you," one of the captured males shouted out, rousing the spirits of some of the others along with him.
"You can’t keep us here."
"You bitches are going to pay for this."
"I’m rich you stupid cunts. I will own you and your entire fucking families before I’m done with you. You’re daughters will be licking my toes clean like dogs. Do you hear me?"
The shouting went on and on. The interesting part, Laz noticed, was that the ones with the collars were shouting the loudest. It seemed like they had gotten a taste of power and they refused to give it up. Considering the group of workers Laz was currently with included almost thirty people, with eight of those besides himself having collars, he had to give props to these women for their combat prowess. It seemed they weren’t not an easy organization to fuck with.
The woman leading the meeting didn’t bother saying anything. Instead, these instigators were soon surrounded by dozens of female guards with defense batons and tasers who started beating and tasing them the moment they got close enough. Soon, as though on que before they died, all the woman backed off, leaving a writhing mass of bodies in various states of abuse. Ironically, one of them, the one who had wanted the daughters to lick his feet, looked over and noticed a collar on Laz’s neck. He then shouted out,
"What about you? How the fuck can you just calmly take this?" The man shouted, but is a hoarse grunt, obviously caused by the repeated blows and shocks.
"Did it feel good to vent out your feelings just to get your ass kicked? Honestly speaking, for you all to end up here... I kind of get the impression you weren’t here for a online dating hook up. Am I right?" Laz smiled as he sat back like none of this had anything to do with him.
"You dickless piece of shit..." the man said, wanting to beat the hell out of this smug looking kid who obviously had hit the nail on the head. The man was a slave trader of shorts and this compound was a prime target. They had sent several teams to try to kidnap some of the women living here since not only would they not be missed, but infected women sold for a premium over seas and across the border. And at times, even here at home. But they had underestimated again and again just how strong this faction was.
"Hey now... easy there buddy," Laz said. He knew just from the guys aura that he was not a good person, but he didn’t think that the man would react so strongly.
"You can ask my guards if I am indeed dickless." but that didn’t mean Laz wasn’t going to mess with the asshole anyway. And as Laz gestured towards the young woman who had brought him in, along with everyone else who had heard this conversation, they saw her cheeks go a bright red and she hurriedly covered her face and turned around. This reaction along with Laz’s proclamation made everyone’s minds go wild.
"You... You..."
"Mattie! After this work assigning is over, you are to report to my office at once. Is that understood?" The women with the microphone said, clearly indicating the blushing young woman who had turned around.
"Oh, so you’re name is Mattie? Very nice. It suits you! Feel free to come get me again. Maybe this time I can tie you up if your interested. If not, that’s fine too. I’m flexible," Laz said out load again for everyone to hear. Of course, even though what he said was true, that didn’t mean it came out in the normal way he was speaking about.
’Bro? You didn’t even know her name?’
’Offering her a chance to be tied up?’
’This slut... wait. I didn’t think she slept with guys?’
’Are you fucking kidding me? After everything I said about procedure and order?’
’I’m going to kill this bastard.’
’All I got was abused, kicked around and made to do what I was told... Actually, it wasn’t al that bad. If only she would do it with her bare foot next time.’
The murmurs and thoughts soon filled the large room while Laz just sat back and smile.
’I may not have wanted to be assaulted by those meat heads in the shower, but at least you could have waited till I got off a few times...’ Laz thought to himself as military dress girl tired to get everyone to settle down.
"Guess I might as well see everything that’s happening around here before I take off... and have a little bit of fun first,’ Laz smirked.
