Time Slip into a Reverse World

The light shrank against the gathering darkness like a candle flickering out. One by one his fellow students were lost from sight, swallowed into a zone of terror that awaited outside the light. It didn’t matter. They weren’t caught in this phantasm like he was, and so could not be harmed.

He was faintly aware of the Magister's voice droning on, speaking of the troubles that young men faced in this society, blissfully unaware that one of his students was about to be tormented right under his eyes.

Linhart mentally cursed at him and everyone who didn't notice this evil magic at work. But he had to focus on what he was feeling and experiencing. There was only one way to get through this experience intact, and that was to maintain control.

He looked over at Vivian.

She was still there, sitting right beside him. Still watching the place at the front of the hall where the magister had faced from view, but she wore a malignant grin on her face. Her razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the dim light.

“Do you hear the demons?” she taunted, leaning towards him now, her breath was hot on his ear. “They are clamoring for your flesh.”

Linhart’s head swiveled and he saw that he was surrounded. They stayed just past the edge of the light, so he could barely make out their shapes and faces. He knew that their lack of detail served a purpose. He’d played this game before. The unknown terror was always worse than the monster you come face-to-face with. Vivian was just not that good at creating truly terrifying faces.

He looked back at Vivian. She was the only other being in this phantasm with him. They would share the experience together.

But since she was the orchestrator, the demons and beasts were here to attack only him. They were summoned from her mind, and behaved how she imagined they would behave. As the survivor of a hundred of this girl’s spells, he already knew how it would go.

“You’ve arranged for an audience,” he stated while rising to his feet. “These grotesque creatures are here to watch. They won’t be able to stop me from what I’m about to do.”

He was standing in front of her. Looking down at her pretty purple hair and eyes. She really was quite lovely, even with that smirk on her face. The look that flickered for a moment in uncertainty. She wasn’t used to her victims being so self-assured at this point.

“You’re not gonna do anything, except scream!” she declared. “They’re going to force you down and rape you. They’ll chew your legs and feet so you can’t run away. And then they will kill you, while I watch.”

The monsters moved forward, a surging crowd of bodies appearing in the light.

There were demonic women with bloody-red flesh and leathery wings.

Beast-type women were with them, brandishing sharp claws and other animal parts.

And there were cruel-faced humans as well. Naked, and armed with barbaric looking blades.

Linhart knew what was coming and had anticipated all this. He turned his body, swinging his arm in a fast and powerful punch, which caught her completely off-guard. It was a left hook and it connected with her temple, snapping her head around and knocking her clean off of her chair.

The noise of the crowd and the press of their bodies stopped all at once, as Vivian slumped to the floor. But she wasn’t knocked out, which was a good thing. If she were unconscious, the phantasm would surely shatter. Linhart would eventually have to escape, but first he would start the necessary work on this girl. He would start training her.

He had to dominate her.

Looming over the skinny girl on the floor, he reflected on her amazing powers and how he could take them from her.

Shadow magic was a dark art. Widely misunderstood, it was believed that shadow magic is pure evil. But Linhart knew that the evil was always in the caster. Nonetheless, there were no instructional courses on it at the Academy, and no easy way to study this forbidden skill. As far as he knew, you could only learn it from the shadow mages themselves, and those are typically very hard-to-find and nasty people.

Vivian was lying, unmoving on the floor. She was stunned and unable to move, but that wouldn’t last for long. Linhart knew he had to keep her disrupted. If he didn't, then the phantasm would start again.

His knees hit the floor in front of her and his hands got busy, yanking the dress down over her shoulders, revealing her small pale mounds and delicate nipples. Hauling her hips off the ground, he pulled on her dress until it was punched around her narrow waist. Her panties came off with ease and her thighs flopped onto his lap. Her slim legs were surprisingly flexible, pale and soft, and easy to work with.

He pressed both thumbs to the place where her thighs met her crotch. The lips of her pussy parted and he could see right down into the soft pink folds of her narrow tunnel. His dick sprang from his pants, fully-erect and lively as ever.

“Uunnnghh…”

She groaned as he pressed the sensitive head of his cock against her slimy entrance. Without pause, he penetrated her. The narrow walls of her pussy seized on him as he sank inch by inch into her depths. Even in this phantasm, she was as tight as ever before.

She was completely caught off-guard, but as with many casters, she had conditioned herself to cast defensive spells in any situation. She raised her arms towards him, invoking a simple attack spell. But luckily his reflexes were faster than hers, and he managed to seize her by the wrists and redirect it. An icy gust of air issued out from her fingertips, repelling the monsters standing to both their right and left sides.

The creatures still stood there, unmoving.

“Don’t try that again, or I’ll snap your neck,” he muttered angrily to her.

He maintained his hold on her wrists, but leaned in until he was lying on top of her. His dick was lodged snugly inside her, his chest was pressed to hers, his mouth in line with her long, skinny neck.

“Move those monsters back, or you’ll be dead in an instant,” he added.

To illustrate his point, he parted his lips and bit down on her neck. He could sense the blood pulsing through her as his teeth closed around her windpipe. He wasn't biting down very hard, using just enough force to pierce the skin, but it was making it very hard for this girl to breathe.

Her chest heaved weakly beneath him, and he saw the monsters retreating, stepping backwards until they stood at the edge of the light once more. Only then did Linhart release the hold he had on her neck. A wretched gasp passed out of her as her lungs filled with air. He lapped a trickle of blood from her throat with his tongue.

Then, not giving her time to think or counterattack, he began to fuck her in earnest.

* * * * * * * * *

Time moved differently in a phantasm. Sometimes Linhart could hear conversations being held in the nearby real world, but sometimes, it seemed that time in the world wasn’t passing at all. Was he learning the secret to the Time Stop spell?

The Men's Studies lesson was still in session, but to Linhart it felt like he’d been drilling Vivian for hours. Her body long since lost all strength, and her arms and legs were splayed open like a starfish, accepting the weight of his body on her with only the occasional tremor or spasm.

She was still conscious. Of this he was sure, because the phantasm still held. The monsters, who stood lifelessly watching for a long while, had started to cheer him on. What did it mean?

“Rraawr… thatzit… fukk her!”

“Sss… Shhe’ssss been ssssso bad.”

These constructs were still being controlled by Vivian… weren’t they? Was she the one cheering him on? He decided to try something.

He pointed to a few of the monsters, and shouted out orders.

“You, grab that arm, you on that one, and you and you, grab her legs. I want you to lift her off the ground about this high.”

The monsters didn’t waste time. Their demonic and bestial strength pulled her limbs and lifted until she was stretched wide open, and being offered to him around waist height. They must be doing this because it’s what she wanted as well. How far could he take this?

“Ughh…”

She groaned as he stuck a finger up her butt. Her soft butt cheeks tensed under his touch, but no one made any movement to try to stop him. Her limbs were held tight, and they were still egging him on to fuck her.

“Someone give me something to stick in this other hole,” he ordered without even looking around.

A tough barbarian held out a long, polished piece of wood. It was carved in the shape of a penis. Linhart considered it. This was like Vivian’s subconscious asking him to shove this dildo up her ass.

“I need something bigger, with nasty bumps on it, so she can really feel it.”

Just a moment passed, and he was offered a thick bronze dildo that was covered in dull points and spikes. This time he accepted it. Sizing it up, he spat on its tip and ran his tongue over it, lubricating the metal as best he could.

“Perfect,” he said as he forced the length past the tight entrance to her anal cavity. “Let’s see if she can take it all.”

“Hhnnngghhh…”

She twisted and writhed in the air, but the monsters held her tight. Many creatures in the audience were groaning and moaning now too. After the initial shove, her butt expanded and stretched around the girth of the invading rod.

Worse, with each bump and point, the skin of her butt became scratched and torn, and soon blood was dripping down from Vivian’s ass, joining the sweat and sex fluids that were already pooling on the hall’s floor. The dildo was still only halfway in.

This was far enough.

He released his hold on the length of bronze and prepared to insert his own length into her once again. But Linhart was fatigued, and he knew that if he pushed her too far on the first try, she might still lash out. This girl was still capable of killing him.

He couldn’t see her face at all. Her hair hung limply to the floor, and her head with it. The strength had gone out of her muscles.

“One of you hold her head up,” he ordered, “I want to see her face while I screw her one last time.”

A demon girl seized her by the hair and lifted her head violently until he could once again see her face. Her eyes were out of focus and her tongue hung out between her ever-dangerous teeth. What a satisfying sight!

His hands closed on her trembling hips and pulled at her as his dick stretched her slippery folds around it, easing in for the last time.

“Uuuggh…”

She was unable to move and barely able to speak. His hands travelled up her body, over her soft, sensitive breasts, and closed around her delicate neck.

“Good job, Vivian,” he said softly.

A trace of what could be called affection ran through him as he squeezed the carotid artery in her neck. She would be light-headed in moments.

“It’s time to leave this fantasy and re-join the real world. But I’ll let you cum one last time before you pass out.”

“Hngh…”

She seemed to answer. The dildo was filling her back door and Linhart worked his dick into her front. He was moments away from cumming as well.

The two of them, in a chorus of moans and an explosion of heat and fluids, climaxed at once. His fingers were still clutching her neck, as her face turned blue and her eyes rolled back into her head.

The phantasm shattered, pushing its dim little circle into a relatively well-lit hall all at once. Linhart awakened.

* * * * * * * * *

Linhart had no idea how far into the lesson they were. He was just aware of Vivian sitting beside him.

They were both fully clothed and still seated in their chairs, though she was vibrating wildly and making lots of noise.

“Magister Vale,” Linhart shouted, rising from his seat which was coated in his sweat. His clothes were soaked, and his underpants were full of jism.

“Yes, what is it?” Vale seemed surprised but not upset by the sudden interruption.

“I feel the sudden need to take a walk and so does she,” he exclaimed, pointing at Vivian who was nearly falling from her seat. “May we be excused to go and discuss men’s role in society by the riverside?”

Vale took one look at the girl. Perhaps he couldn’t see the stream of piss running down her leg, but he must certainly see that she was unconscious. What a mess! How would he react?

“Yes, my dear boy,” he replied after a short pause. His voice was measured with a hint of disgust. “It would be greatly appreciated if you could escort her down to the riverside.”

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