“So now that we’re back at your place I have something to confess...”

“Yeah?”

*twitch* *twitch* *throb*

“I’m a witch. A real witch.”

“Oh... Oookaaay...”

*twitch* *throb* *throb*

“And I need something from you... You’ll probably notice that your dick is getting hard. Much harder than it normally would...”

“Uh, yeah, but-...”

*throb* *throb* *throb*

“And we haven’t even done anything yet. Doesn’t that strike you as strange? Well, that’s because I slipped a potion into your drink...”

“You drugged me?!”

*throb* *THROB* *THROB*

“No! I enchanted you. To make your dick hard. To make you pliable. I need a mortal’s life essence to complete a spell I’m crafting... And this is easier than bloodletting...”

“You’ve got be kidding...”

*THROB* *OOZE* *THROB*

“In a second you’ll cum, you won’t be able to stop it, but it won’t just be sperm shooting out of your dick... It’ll be your wit, your memories, your soul...”

“This is ridiculous...”

*THROB* *OOZE* *TWITCH*

“And then your body will be an empty shell. But don’t worry, I’ll put it to good use. You’ll be my errand boy, my bodyguard, my human dildo...”

“What? No. I’m fine, I’ve still got my pants on! I’m not going to cum!”

*THROB* *THROB* *THROB*

“Shh that’s what they all say. Who knows, you might like being my brainless toy. Not that you have a choice in it. Now, look at your new mistress’ cleavage, and cum!”

“I’m not... Not... Hnng not...”

*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPURT*

“Good boy, good boy, let it all out, give me everything.”

“Unng so good... can’t... stop... Noooo...”

*SPURT* *SPURT* *SPURT*

“Wonderful! This is perfect. Just what I need.”

*SPURT* *SPURT* *spurt*

“Pleeease... Stooop...”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

“Oh no, there’s no stopping it. You were doomed the second you sleazed up to me at the party. Do your limbs feel numb? Is your vision going dark? Yes... It’s almost over. Let the last of it out. Goodbye.”

*spurt* *dribble* *ooze*

James was about as far out into the national park as he’d ever been, and hiking hard to put more distance between himself and civilisation. It had been a horror week - in one fell swoop, he’d lost his job, his apartment, and his new girlfriend. It wasn’t his fault, and why’d she have to go and spread the video around anyway? Weren’t there laws about that sort of thing? As soon as he got back, he’d look it up, but for the time being-... 

“Can you help me..?” A soft, lilting voice interrupted his furious reflection. James span around, coming face-to-face a young woman. Straight away he noticed her clothes: She wasn’t properly outfitted for hiking at this time of the year - she wasn’t even wearing shoes! - and then he noticed her clothes... A sweater with a deep scoop showing off a truly fantastic pair of breasts. As his eyes slid over her generous figure, he felt his cock throb to attention in his pants. He realised he was leering, coughed, and overcompensated, instead fixing his gaze well over her head as he tried to regather his thoughts.

“Are you lost?” He asked. He remembered something in the paper about missing hikers, something like three over the last four months. Had that been in this national park? He couldn’t remember. Besides, they’d all been men.

“Can you help me..?” She crossed her arms under her bust and shivered, the gesture serving to do nothing more than press her breasts up out of her ridiculously impractical sweater and accentuate her top-heavy figure. James automatically shrugged off his parka and offered it to her, but she kept her arms crossed under her heaving chest.

“It’s okay...” James mumbled, trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants. This young lady was the textbook example of a damsel in distress, and his horny mind couldn’t help but project forward to the rescue, the accolades, and of course, the very personal thanks she’d pay him in some hotel room later, the least she could do for her knight in shining armour. 

As he imagined their night together, lost in his reverie, he didn’t notice as his eyes fell back to rest on her breasts. Slowly, so slowly, she reached one hand out and took his proffered jacket. He released it numbly, but instead of putting it on, she dropped it carelessly to the ground.

“H-hey...” James protested, shaking his head, trying to snap himself out of his enticing daydream. Her deep cleavage filled his vision, and his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. “If you didn’t want... To wear it...” He trailed off. The girl had started swaying side-to-side, and her breasts were shifting sensuously under her soft, fluffy top. He became fixated on them, his hand, still outstretched, fell loosely to his side. Her boobs were so big, so enticing, the flesh looked so pale and soft. Her flesh was goose-pimpling slightly in the cold, and he felt an urge, more powerful than anything he’d ever felt before, to warm her breasts by cupping them in his hands. His cock started oozing precum into his pants as he imagined feeling her soft flesh under his hands. He tried to take a step towards her, but he couldn’t seem to move. All of his energy was focused on, taken up by, consumed by, his need to lose himself in her swaying cleavage. If he tried to do anything else, the energy was somehow redirected to his crotch, and his cock just throbbed harder and harder instead.

“Whu-whaat..?” James mumbled, some distant part of his brain panicked. He tried again to move his feet, but they were firmly rooted in place. She took a step towards him, her tits bouncing and swaying in her top, becoming his entire world as she closed in. He tried to raise his arms to ward her off, but they remained limp at his sides. The only thing his body could do was stare and throb and leak precum into his pants.

“Can you help me..?” She asked again, but there was something different in the timbre of her voice. Something... Predatory? She reached her hand out, let it rest gently over his heart, feeling the beat, and then she let it trail down towards his crotch...

“Nnnoo..!” James slurred. He threw his entire being into taking just one step back, but his only reward was an increase in the frantic twitching of his cock in his pants. Her hand cupped his groin, and she began to rub gently, creating an incredible friction. The pleasure was intense. Within seconds he felt the hot cum start creeping up his shaft. He tried to shake his head, to snap himself out of it, but he still couldn’t tear his eyes away from her breasts. 

He felt his hips move, and for a second the thought flashed through his addled mind Yes, yes! Freedom! But out of his peripheral vision he caught her grin, her mouth filled with small, sharp teeth, and he felt himself rock forward. His body began thrusting into her rubbing hand... His traitorous body helping her bring him closer and closer to orgasm. Nooooo...

He felt his orgasm start. He tried with everything he had to hold it back, but nothing could stop it. Nothing he could do would keep the dam from bursting. With one final burst of energy, he tried to scream for help... But all he managed was a long moan of pleasure. He couldn’t hold it... He couldn’t... He...

With a surge of pleasure more intense than anything he’d ever felt before, his cock erupted in his pants. He continued thrusting into the girl-thing’s hand as he came, burst after burst of cream shooting out of his cock and into his jeans, quickly saturating them. He reached, and then surpassed, the peak of any orgasm he’d ever had before, and yet he kept on cumming. He was still unable to tear his eyes away from her tits, still unable to move an inch except to hump her hand, his body needy for more sensation. His long groan of pleasure became one of agony as the sensation became torturous, and his vision started to blur. He had enough time to wonder if he was losing consciousness before he found himself flat on his back, staring up at the overcast sky. The girl-thing crawled over him, and he faintly heard a rip. The sensation of cold air told him that his jeans had been torn away. Her face entered his frame, still grinning maniacally, sharp teeth and long, serpentine tongue no longer hidden behind a lost-little-girl pout.

“Can you help me?” It hissed, before it pressed his face into its breasts. He moaned one last time, his cock somehow springing back to attention, before the flesh of its breasts smothered him.

“Hurry up and snap the pictures, it’s freezing out here!” Olivia draped the faux-fur blanket over her shoulders and posed as Chuck fumbled with his camera. When his friend Olivia had mentioned that she wanted to start a career as a glamour model, Chuck had been nothing but supportive. And when she’d shyly asked him if he’d help her put her first portfolio together, he’d become very supportive. Olivia was a smoking hottie just dressed for a casual hang, he couldn’t wait to see her posing for him wearing almost nothing. But volunteering to be her photographer had seemed like a much better idea inside, near the fire.

Chuck finally got the focus right and began snapping. Even rugged up as he was, the biting cold had him shivering. But photographing Olivia in her skimpy little bikini was making a lie of any such thing as ‘shrinkage.’ From the moment she’d stepped out of the bathroom in her barely-there bathing suit he’d been rock hard, his cock twitching in time with every jiggle of her large, soft breasts, and throbbing even harder as he trailed after her out into the yard, helplessly mesmerised by her fantastic ass. Half the reason he’d struggled to get the camera set-up had been the immense distraction of her bare flesh, which he’d so often fantasised about. She changed poses, draping the fur so that just a tantalising glimpse of her ass was visible over the fabric. Chuck took another few shots, hoping his simple jeans were enough to hide his pulsing erection.

“Okay, now uh...” Olivia turned back to face him, “I need... You know... Some body shots...” She blushed slightly, despite the cold, “If you don’t mind.”

“W-what were you thinking?” Chuck gulped, his cock straining like a hot iron rod against the cold denim fabric of his jeans. The rubbing sensation was starting to get him, sending little shockwaves of pleasure rippling up into his stomach and down through his thighs.

“Just a few close-ups of...” She gestured at her chest, “But if you’re not comfortable with it I understand!”

“No! Uh, I mean, I agreed to help, so...” Chuck looked back through the viewfinder, zooming in on her chest, trying to keep an eager leer off his face. Olivia shrugged the fur off her shoulders, draping it in such a way that it revealed the entirety of her ample bosom. He drank in her flawless skin, the soft contours of her breasts, the slightest jiggle as she shifted from one foot to the other. The throbbing in his pants grew in intensity as he stared, the sensitive head of his cock being pushed harder and harder against the rough denim. He snapped a photo, and then another.

“How do they look?” Olivia asked.

“Incredible...” Chuck whispered to himself, then added, loud enough so that she could hear, “Not bad, lighting’s good out here.”

“Should I do something else?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know... Push them together, or something?” Chuck’s cock surged in his pants. The idea of Olivia fondling her breasts - at his request - almost pushed him over the edge. Sure, when he’d dreamed about this, it hadn’t been in this exact scenario, but still...

“Uh yeah, you could try that...” He licked his lips, the cold air going unnoticed as the fire raging in his body drove out the chill, “Or even, you know, bounce them a little...”

“Bounce them?” Olivia sounded more amused than put-off by his suggestion. He switched the selector on the camera over to burst mode, setting the ISO high to reduce the motion blur.

“Y-yeah. It’ll give the whole thing a, uh, spontaneous-...” God why did I use that word? “-...uh, action feeling, you know?”

“Oh... Okay...”

Olivia slipped her hands up under her breasts, cupping them, and began to jiggle them lightly. Chuck stared, slack-jawed, barely able to do more than breathe and drown in the pleasure surging through his cock. Olivia interpreted the lack of shutter clicks as encouragement to do more, so she picked up the pace. He zoomed a little closer, totally lost in the sight of her big titties bouncing in her hands. Without realising he was doing it, Chuck began rocking back-and-forwards in place, rubbing his cock against his jeans in time with her bounces, each subtle thrust bringing him more and more pleasure. He groaned a little as the sensations began to peak.

“Should I go faster?” Olivia asked, a little breathless.

“Uhhh...” He half-moaned in reply. She increased the tempo anyway, her boobs almost leaping out of her little bikini as she kneaded her chest. Chuck froze as his tingling, leaking cock reached its breaking point. He was on a knife’s edge, but desperate not to go over the edge and actually lose it in his pants. He grit his teeth, riding the edge, determined not to cum...

“Chuck!” Olivia interrupted his concentration, refocusing his attention on her big bouncy boobies as she jiggled them in front of him, “It’s cold! Hurry up and shoot!”

He groaned and threw his head back as his cock exploded. Pleasure wracked him, making his knees weak, as jet after jet of hot cum shot into his pants. He heard the distant whir of the shutter as an involuntary spasm caused his finger to press down on the shutter-release.

“Oh my god Chuck what the fuck?” Olivia shouted.

“S-sorry...” He moaned, as the last drop of cum in his balls twitched into his now saturated jeans, “I-... I didn’t mean...”

“You’re disgusting!” She span and stormed back towards the house. Chuck shouted another apology and moved to follow her, but discovered a new, and more pressing, issue: His rapidly deflating cock was now stuck, painfully, to his jeans. His premature cream had frozen, sticking his member to his pants as surely as a foolhardy kid’s tongue to a lightpole. He waddled after her, aware that she’d be gone long before he could crabwalk his way to the house. 

The Dua Zahra case has become a drop scene. Dua Zahra, who went from Karachi to Lahore and got married, admitted that her relationship with her husband is not good. My relationship with my husband was not good, I separated from my husband and spent the night at my relative's house. Dua Zahra's statement in the court. I have no roof to stay in. I am getting threats of dire consequences from parents and others so I want to go to Darul Aman for security. Later, Judicial Magistrate Rizwan Haider in District Kachhari of Lahore sent Dua Zahra to Darul Aman. On the other hand, in the Dua Zahra case, the court ordered the police authorities to change the investigating officer.