Time Slip into a Reverse World

Memories of that encounter with the Mnemon stuck with Linhart for days to come, disturbing his equilibrium from time to time, like bits of food stuck between his teeth. Though they had only spoken briefly, Linhart was plagued with worries that the Mnemon had revealed some deeper truths to him and that, upon examination, his own use of Mnemon power had been lack-luster so far.

Though his self-image had taken a real beating, he was still able to look at the bright side. Wilham the Mnemon had judged him as not a threat, and so he may be able to escape the observation of him and the wizards as a whole, at least for a while. This was his chance to turn things around and become a real powerhouse in the Fighter class.

But first, he had to find a way to die.

That was easier said than done, as the two gaunt women seldom let him free, and when they did, they never left his side. Most of his waking hours were spent bound to that damned table, except when the two of them released him every few hours to get wiped down and use the toilet, which was a wide-mouthed iron vessel that they sat him on in the corner. It was like a cross between a toilet and a bucket, and it was humiliating beyond belief. It was cold to the touch and somehow odorless.

“You don’t need to wipe me down,” Linhart complained, as Wilda was once again paying his semi-hard penis too much attention with a damp, perfumed cloth. The fact that the hag’s soft caresses with the cloth were enough to make his penis grow hard was perturbing. Just how depraved was he?

“I can cast ‘Cleaning’ on myself.”

That statement itself drew cackles from the two scarecrow-faced hags, and Bridi taunted back, “Ooo, what a Mage we have here! Eh, Wilda? Watch out he’s about to use his magic.”

Bridi was in constant motion since being awarded a promotion, coming and going at all hours and announcing numbers to Linhart as if they were a team working together towards a common goal.

“Those first two girls measured very well, boy,” she smiled, patting him on the head. “They both hit the level five goal after less than an hour with you. There are just under one hundred waiting for your ministrations, let’s see how far you can make it before we have to throw you out.”

She wasted no time in repeating the process, bringing in one girl after another, for him to inject with seed. At first, Linhart was secretly thrilled, delighting in each new partner Bridi placed before him. Whether tall and thin, short and curvy, dark or pale, blond or brunette, all the boob soldiers were appealing to him, in the way they all shared the same two traits.

First, each and every one of them was young, no older than the students of the Academy. Second, they were all pretty, with faces and bodies that he was attracted to. None of them scored less than a seven out of ten in his mind.

With his hands bound, he spent his waking hours fucking or waiting for the next soldiers to arrive to fuck. For a while, Bridi started pulling two girls in at a time, and getting them to tag-team him back and forth, while he just had to lie there and take it. These girls seemed more prepared, their bodies warm and excited for sex. Inevitably, one would sit on his face, while the other would hump on his cock until he came. Then they’d switch.

It was right around that time that Linhart lost count of the girls and stopped seeing them as individuals, but rather as a long line of pussies sent to pump his seed from his balls into their uteruses. This wasn’t sex anymore… he and the girls were rutting like animals.

Occasionally, Bridi would announce a break, in which she disappeared for hours on end, most likely to rest for the night, unless these two women were nocturnal. These long breaks were so few and far between, that Linhart found himself tiring more and more frequently, The pace was relentless, and despite his enhanced sex drive, his stamina was not bottomless. Even if his dick remained ever-ready, his mental capacity to keep fucking was flagging.

Wilda, playing the part of his proud owner secretly praised him whenever Bridi was away from the room.

“I know the Mnemon has judged you to be useless, but I’ve never seen a boy take as much abuse as you and keep going…” she lowered her voice and whispered directly into his ear now, “He was wrong about you, you are special!”

It was during one of the long breaks and Wilda was once again wiping him clean, while he recovered from a sex marathon with a dozen or more partners.

She resumed speaking in her normal voice, as she administered to him. “Bridi has noticed too, though she wouldn’t say it to you directly, and after what happened to Periclum, she wouldn’t dare report on this added anomaly either, but you aren’t draining, the way that most boys go through the process.”

“Oh, I suppose that’s causing trouble for you and Bridi isn’t it. Doesn’t it make you want to kill me and be done with it?”

“Quite the opposite, pretty boy,” she stroked his hair with something akin to affection. “She’s been taking steps to make sure you aren’t used up too fast. Most boys lose points at the same rate that the girl gains from him. Depending on the girl and the violence involved, it could be two or three hundred points per sexual encounter. But you…”

A note of excitement entered her voice, and she slid down his restrained and naked body to grab his limp dick, wagging it back and forth like it was a wonder to behold.

“You have been passing hundreds, no thousands!... of points to the boob soldiers, and only recently have you started losing points in return. You’re like the golden goose, able to lay egg after egg, without dying.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve gotten too good at not dying. Tell me, Wilda. If you value me so much, can’t you let me free from this table, please? I’ll be of so much more use to you if I could use my body on the girls you bring in…”

Wilda pursed her thin lips, as if considering his proposal, before shaking her head in refusal. “Nope, we’ve had boys try to escape before, much earlier in the program. Caused quite a bit of trouble, we were cleaning up blood for days after that… Nope, you’ll stay strapped to the table where there won’t be any trouble, boy.”.

* * * * * * * * *

Dozens of long rests had passed, and Linhart was no longer plotting his escape from this life. He slept a while, woke up to have sex with a blur of girls until he was allowed to eat and then rest again. His brain was starting to rewire itself, so that as soon as he was awakened, his body would prepare itself for the female onslaught. Sometimes he would awaken to find he was already balls deep in a girl, without a memory of how she’d gotten there.

This day was different. When he woke up, the two women were examining him with expectant looks on their faces.

“Wake up, boy,” Bridi said. Her raspy voice was as close to joyous as he’d ever heard it before. “We have a special surprise for you.”

Linhart blinked suspiciously. He wasn’t used to her addressing him directly anymore. She’d even stopped heaping verbal abuse on his ages ago, probably because she figured out he could boost the soldiers Fighting scores without any action on her part. She had efficiently just stopped bothering him.

But now, she was smiling down at him, looking upon him as a Magister regards her favorite pupil.

“I don’t know how you did it, boy, but you single handedly trained an entire Century of the Boob Corps to level 5. We are going to be honored in just a few hours… well, I’ll be honored. I’m receiving my very own TIME modification!”

“All thanks to you, our virile little boy!” added Wilda. It wasn’t clear if she was getting recognized as well, but she seemed excited nonetheless.

“We have brought the last two recruits for you to finish the job. You might recognize them,” Bridi said, eluding to a joke that he didn’t understand, until heis eyes followed her gesturing hand across the room. There, two girls with familiar faces were lined up along the wall, stripped naked and awaiting their turn at draining.

On the left stood a tall woman, not as young as many, but with a shapely body that was now covered in bruises, as though she’d been sparring or been through some intensive training. It was Periclum, but something had changed in her. The fire in her evil eyes had been extinguished, and in its place there was the haunted gaze of a woman whose future had spun far from its projected course. She was an empty shell of her former self, but she was standing there patiently, awaiting her turn. She needed to reach level 5 like all the rest of them.

Linhart’s heart surged with hope when he looked again at the girl on the right, but he couldn’t quite puzzle out why. She was short and feminine as ever, with her long purple tresses framing her face prettily. It was Vivian, though something had also changed in her. Her arms, which used to be so pale and scrawny, were now tanned a healthy shade of bronze and flexed with new muscle. Her purple eyes, which used to shift warily in the light, now latched onto him with a confidence and physical assurance that hadn’t been there before. She was ready to level up, though it looks like she’d done some serious training already.

Linhart’s body started to react even before his mind registered the need. His hips turning circles, warming up for the morning's work. His brain was still working, waking from the haze of lust and dopamine, slowly processing the importance of seeing one of these two girls again.

The women both seized onto the first, Periclum, and dragged her to the table. She was one of those that couldn't do anything on her own. Some of them cried when he entered them, but This one, Periclum, sighed heavily as the women pulled her wide open, displaying her bright pink tunnel. Linhart did his part, rubbing the tip of his tool, sprinkling her wet folds with his precum, he waited for them to ease him into her.

“Hhaahhn…” she groaned, shifting her body, welcoming the energy that was already flowing between them.

But the two women had other ideas.

“Who’s the idiot now, Periclum?” Bridi asked wickedly. Slapping the place between her legs rapidly. Wet, fleshy noises echoed through the room. “You’re the idiot with the gaping hole who can’t even stick it in herself. Let me help you.”

She and Wilda cackled evilly, and without further delay they lifted Periclum up so that her legs were straddling his hips. His dick, followed along, and now stood straight up like a flagpole. His meat was twitching in anticipation of this broken woman with a knockout body.

“Time to get filled…” Wilda said in her sing-song voice. “Three, two, one…”

Their hands on her legs and butt, both women pushed down with a long steady force.

“UUGGH!... Noooo, I caaaan’t… Too biiiiggg...” the woman’s round face took on a strained look. Her mouth fell open in an ‘O’ shape as tears rolled down her cheeks.

The women only stopped briefly to correct her posture, thrusting her breasts forward and arching her back, his girthy pole slid further still past her tightly stretched lips. Periclum was committed to a deep squat. The muscles in her well-shaped legs and thighs tightened as her lean belly bulged in the shape of his cock.

“Nnuughhnn….” she wailed weakly, spasming but unable to move from her position, her legs vibrated wildly, as she orgasmed. A stream of spit fell from her open mouth and onto his belly.

“Bring the other one…” Linhart muttered incoherently. They were the first words he’d spoken in days, and Wilda listened in excitedly.

“What was that, boy? You want to do them both at once?” she asked, laughing. “I wasn’t in the mood to punish you, after you’ve been such a good boy, but I’ll give you what you wish for.”

The gaunt woman was back in a moment, pushing the purple haired girl up to the table. Vivian’s sharp nails came down on his naked body, piercing the tender skin along his ribs ever so slightly. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Linhart could see that she was having an emotional reaction to seeing him again. His thoughts were clearing rapidly now, and he saw what he had hoped he would see.

There was, around her neck, the black leather necklace that he had bound her with. The enchantment was still intact, and she would still do as he commanded.

“Would you like a kiss, little boy?” Bridi asked, seeing his eyes locked on Vivian. “I’m sure you won’t mind a little bit of biting to start the draining?”

“Yes, please… Mistress Bridi…” he replied, his volume just above whisper level. “I want a kiss.”

Bridi gave him a thoughtful look, then gave Periclum one last shove, saying, “Stay like that.” Periclum was breathing hard. Her peach-shaped ass cheeks spread deliciously wide from this angle, and Linhart couldn’t resist lifting his own hips and shoving deeper into her belly until his pubic mound kissed hers. The woman was taking his whole length, and her velvety walls were like heaven.

Linhart grunted loudly as he exploded into the ex-mage’s womb. She groaned erotically to the feeling of his extra-thick load of cum filling her up. Wilda clapped in celebration. That left only one more girl to drain his score.

Bridi was otherwise occupied. Her mouth twisted into a sadistic grin as she guided Vivian’s mouth closer to his. “Go ahead, mule. Give the boy who messed up your life a kiss.”

Vivian’s eyes shone with desire and her teeth glinted as she leaned over his face. Her hands were busy, digging into his chest and arm now, and Linhart fought to urge to resist the pain. This is what he needed.

Their lips touched. Hers were pillowy soft, and hers were surprisingly sweet-tasting as he cautiously opened his mouth to her. But the lips were a ruse, and as his tongue played deeper searching for hers, he felt a slashing pange as it slid across something razor sharp. Her teeth were serrated, like a shark’s, and as his tongue retreated back into the safety of his mouth, he felt her own long tongue reaching for him. Caressing his, sucking him back into her waiting mouth of knives.

Fortunately, by now, Linhart was no novice to defending himself against dangerous chicks. He gave Vivian a push using his neck muscles, then he head-butted her twice, hard enough for her to pause in her pursuit.

“You MUSSS kizz my nekk,” he drawled, struggling to speak with a sliced up tongue.

Vivian understood. Her tongue slid down his chin and licked away at his throat and adam’s apple. She seemed to be savoring the salt on his skin, when her lips parted, sliding wide across his neck. The tips of her teeth nipped delicately at his flesh like jagged hooks.

“Aaaahhh… ddaaat’s guuud… rip my jugular, tear maa nekk. KILL ME QUIKK!”

The women didn’t know what was happening, and by the time they saw her latched onto his neck it was too late. Linhart registered a great deal of pain and then it didn’t hurt anymore, as Vivian’s sharpened teeth cut easily through his muscles and tendons, to the exposed arteries.

Bridi pulled VIvian’s head away, which ripped a great of Linhart’s windpipe with it. He was beyond help. There was no Healer nearby and no throat left to inbide a healing potion. Linhart died there on the table.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!