Time Slip into a Reverse World

Xenia held Celes tightly in her iron grip. The mage was still mounted on top of him, and Linhart knew that Xenia was holding back, a clean jerk away from breaking both her arms. Linhart repeated the question, louder and more demanding, “Were you aware that the wizards are operating within the Spire?”

At first, Celes kept her mouth sealed. No sounds, no words, just disdainful silence. But Xenia didn't tolerate the silent treatment for long. Her strong hands went to work. Not breaking bones, but softening her up. The fighter's muscular arms began assaulting every part of her body. The mage gritted her teeth, accepting the pain, and flashed hate-filled eyes at him.

Linhart maintained his grip on Celes’ hips. His dick was still half-buried inside her tightness. The walls of her pussy were squeezing tight, resisting his cock’s attempts to enter her deeper, and so Linhart stopped pushing. It was all up to Xenia now. The fighter’s task was simple but challenging.

Break the Stratega Mage.

Celes cursed as her arms were bound behind her back.

She moaned as the muscular woman pulled back on her hair, like the reins of a disobedient horse.

She grunted under the strain placed on her core, as her head, neck, and chest were bent further backwards. Her back arched beautifully like a taut bow. Her elegant nose and tits looked strained and beautiful, stretching so far that they pointed to the ceiling.

Her composure started to crack, as the impassioned green eyes of the woman twice her size locked on her. Her body shuddered at what she saw. Xenia was looking upon her like she was just a doll. A plaything to snap and throw away.

That's when the beating and squealing began. The strong tanned hands came down again and again. Slapping her cheeks, her tits, and her butt. But Celes held on. With each sharp slap, she let out a small sound, like a kitten crying for milk.

It was only when she felt the tip of Xenia’s menacing strap-on press against her anus, that a true look of horror crossed her face.

Her stubborn pride melted away and when she spoke there was desperation in her voice.

“Okay, fine! I knew that the wizards’ agents were in the tower. Now, STOP!”

There must’ve been some magic left in her words, because if it were up to Linhart, he would’ve stopped right then. They’d received a confession, in less than five minutes, now it was time to set the prisoner free.

But Xenia had other thoughts on the matter. To her, this had only been the warm-up.

“That’s what I thought,” she muttered, unable to keep the sadistic desire from entering her voice. “Celes Callistos, you are an enemy of the Academy and will be treated as such. You’ve enabled the death of many handsome young Fighters, and will now receive a punishment to match the pain you put them through. Your only option is to cooperate completely. Now... open your ass.”

Xenia’s abdomen flexed like a sleek machine, as she forced the tip of her long strap-on between the shivering cheeks of Celes’ round bottom. The mage, for her part, wailed like her soul was leaving her body. Xenia released the hold she had on the mage’s hair as she dug deep into her anal cavity.

From Linhart’s perspective, it was like a lion tearing into a sheep. Impossibly one-sided, the outcome was decided before the struggle began. Celes’ torso slammed into his chest, her head hit his neck, and her silky hair blanketed his face.

“Hnngghn… Oh Gods,” she cursed, “Auughh… Too hard… You're tearing me apart!”

Through the walls of her vagina, Linhart felt the pressure of the dildo grinding up against his dick. Her insides pressed against him, as the two rods competed for space between her narrow hips. He shifted uncomfortably beneath her; then the weight of Xenia came crashing down on top of them both.

“Ughh… I can feel it too, Xenia. I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

“Hold it in, Linhart!” She ordered. Her hands reaching out and gently touching his face. “Don’t give this bitch the satisfaction of making you cum.”

Xenia’s lips, searching past the mage’s vibrating body, found his and they shared a passionate kiss, as Linhart felt Xenia plowing into the tiny woman rectum. She was so forceful, and his need was so great. He couldn’t hold back.

“Ahhh… I’m cumming! It’s you who’s making me cum, Xenia!”

Xenia’s tongue shot into his mouth and wrestled his tongue into submission. His hands felt their way to her mighty tits, his fingers dug in deeply, squeezing her nipples, as the bliss flowed through his entire body. Spurt after spurt of hot jism shot out, flooding Celes' womb. Celes, lying pressed between them and forgotten, released another wail as she twitched in her own anguished orgasm. She must've known that she was doomed, but that didn't stop her pussy from exploding in a flood of juices.

Two hours passed, and the mage had long since stopped wailing.

Celes’ slender body shuddered against his. She was covering him like a warm, wet blanket. Xenia had been treating her like a flesh doll, beating her nonstop and calling her names, as she fucked her from behind.

The Stratega Fighter was inexhaustible and the mage, her thin and sweaty body hanging limp and loose, was a shell of her former self.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” Linhart said, utterly exhausted, “But she’s finally loosened up, and she's taking my whole length now.”

Celes’ cervix had opened wide, and Linhart could feel his glans poking into her womb, jabbing deep into her guts. He tried once more to match Xenia’s pace, thrusting against her deepest point like a jack-hammer, but he was growing tired.

He caressed the mage and went over what they'd learned once again.

“So, you used to date one of the wizards, before the war began?” he demanded for the umpteenth time.

“Yeeaass…”

“But you don’t keep in touch and you don’t know who his agents are or what they’ve been doing?” he asked, still incredulous on that point.

“Naaooo…”

“You do know the passcode.”

“Heeemlauk…”

“Right, Hemlock. And, you can’t invite us to the Hemlock Room?”

“Naaooo… Uuwwghhn!”

She was shaking again. She was still climaxing every few minutes. Linhart looked past the broken woman’s head at Xenia.

“You’ve got to stop. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep this up.”

Sweat was pouring off of Xenia’s body, giving her a well-oiled sheen. Her fragrant odor when she raised her arms was overwhelming. The woman was breathing hard, though her face was still a mask of determination. She nodded and slid down off the bed. As she unstrapped the dildo, he could see bright red lines where the leather had dug into her flesh.

“I suppose we should turn her into the Oracle?” Xenia said bitterly, then she drained a bottle of water in one long drink. She wiped her lips and looked with hate at Celes again. “Though, I’m tempted to kill her right here. She deserves no less than what Taylor was given.”

Linhart winced as he tried to extract himself from the small woman’s tangled limbs. His penis protested, as he painfully pulled it from deep within her. Her pussy fit him like a glove now, taking the shape of his dick, it may never be the same.

Rolling her over on the bed, he inspected her eyes. She was still awake, but it was as though the light had gone out in her mind. Her diminutive chest rose and fell; beaten and pinched until her creamy breasts were red and blue.

“I agree, she must pay,” he replied, “But we aren’t going to turn her in or kill her. Not yet, at least.”

“Then what?” responded Xenia, looking over his naked form, she added, “I’ll clean you up.”

She knelt down in front of him and planted a light kiss on his tired rod. Then she began to lick at the slimy froth that coated it.

Linhart paused, enjoying the ticklish sensation after hours of hardcore fucking. The wheels in his head turned as he watched her tongue run up and down his shaft. A solution occurred to him.

“How deep underground do the Circled Square facilities go?”

Xenia understood immediately. A wolfish grin spread across her face as she replied.

“You’ve never seen it, but there’s a good reason they call it ‘the Pit.’”

* * * * * * * * *

Linhart had managed to get a few hours of sleep in before his morning courses. It had been the dark hours just before dawn when he and Xenia had transported the Stratega Mage to her new home. Xenia assured him that the facilities were magic-proof, and he was welcome to visit their prisoner any time.

Linhart trusted Xenia implicitly. She was as intelligent and strong-willed as any magic user. If she said she could keep the Stratega Mage contained, then she could do it. So, he bedded down in the comfort of his Floor 8 room, knowing that one out of six of his magic-using adversaries had been neutralized.

“I’ll find you and save you from whatever hell you’re in, Maeve,” he whispered in the dark, as he faded straight away to sleep.

For a few short hours, he dreamt of being tied to a table and made to screw an endless line of women as the Mnemon with strange eyes looked on and mocked him. He awoke, just before 9 bells, and had to rush to make it to his second course on time. It was the first day of lessons again and Linhart was frankly relieved he had slept through Anatomy 101. He would not have to face Magister Quintus’ bullshit today. Plus, he had important matters he had to preserve his energy for.

Those matters involved the wizard’s mule, Vivian the mage.

Vivian showed up once again, acting like she owed the entire hall. Her pale skin, long violet hair, and perky butt were ultra-feminine and gorgeous. Completely opposite to the vibe she'd had the day before when she'd ripped open his throat. Watching her argue once again with Magister Vale, he felt a strong urge to fuck this girl before he turned her over to Xenia. He couldn't take his eyes off her, while she continued disrupting the peace and order of the lecture hall until the magister gave in once again and allowed her to join the course.

Linhart could already see the smug look of victory spread across her face, as she turned to select a place to sit. Her plump lips pursed, and he could see her weighing her options, knowing that she had an inclination towards young mages. Maybe it was born from a sense of jealousy, or maybe she got off on tormenting magic using boys with her own magic. Either way, her eyes once again landed on the group of young mages, and specifically Reynold, the thin and nervous-looking mage that she’d cast her spells on in the previous loop.

She was just about to take a seat next to them, when a small gust of air blew her long, purple hair into her face.

Cleaning.

That was the extent of Linhart’s magic ability, but it did what he’d set out to accomplish. Vivian scowled and looked around the room. Her angry eyes searched for whoever dared to cast a spell on her.

When her eyes fell suspiciously on him, he smiled and gave her a small wave. Then, with another complicated gesture, he sent a second blast of air straight up her nose.

Cleaning.

She changed direction, and stomped over to the seat that was open right next to his. Today’s robe was short and tight. It was a glittering shade of silver, and Linhart couldn’t help but admire her long legs as she crossed them restlessly right next to him.

“You’ve fucked with the wrong girl, Fighter boy,” she hissed at him, low enough so that only those two could hear her speak.

“Oh, but I haven’t fuck you… not yet,” he replied with a grin. “Thank you for sitting nearby, I feel safe having you close to me.”

“Oh, you do?” she asked. Her voice dripped with evil irony, and he knew she was hatching a plan. “You like to be surrounded by women, do you? Well, let’s see how you deal with nasty women.”

Brushing off her venomous tone and obvious wickedness, he slid his chair closer. He watched with great interest, trying to gauge what was happening as she started to cast a spell. He wasn’t in the least bit afraid. He was intrigued. He had told her before that he meant to learn Shadow Magic, and this was his chance to do that and bust the case of the Fighter boy kidnappers.

She didn't move her body and there was no invocation. It was a nearly imperceptible change, except for the feel of the air around her. Her demeanor became suddenly cold and he watched as the color drained from her skin. Her eyes lost focus, and he could tell that she was going to some other place. Somewhere within her imagination? Or perhaps another area of her mind?

The shadows that were gathered all around the edges of the huge, dimly lit hall started to move. They crept forward and the floor began to vibrate with the approach of many footsteps. An army of footsteps. Those were the signs that he’d been waiting for.

Vivian had him trapped in a Phantasm spell.

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