The motel had been reserved for the dogfight a year in advance. Hannah watched the vehicles arrive at 10 p.m. Two or four to a car, couples got out in the parking lot and approached her to sign-in on her tablet, while she sat on a stool by the office like a bouncer.
"It's just so they know who to send the pictures to," one girl explained to her escort after he'd given his name. The other women tried not to laugh.
The place had been chosen for its remoteness and the infrequency of its visitors. The red NO VACANCY sign was humming overhead.
"This isn't much of a party spot," one of the males said, looking around.
"It will be later," his date assured him. "For now let's just get settled in." She took his arm adoringly with a backpack on her other shoulder, and let herself be led to the room indicated by the key that Hannah had given them. The rest of the crowd dispersed in the same fashion.
Hannah sighed and sat back against the wall. The night air was warm enough for her tight black tank top. The muscle of her thighs stretched her jeans. With no one to see it she let her thick, translucent dildo emerge from the canal of her sex to swell the crotch of her pants. As last year's ace, she'd earned the duty of sitting this tournament out while the other girls had a chance to prove themselves. With the registration completed, she had only to divert outsiders who might wander onto the premises, and to serve as referee in any disputes that occurred. Her fingers peeled the zipper, and her massive phallus spilled out onto her lap.
In Room Four, the first of the young men was getting his surprise.
"What kind of motel doesn't have wifi, anyway?" he asked the bathroom door. It opened, and out walked his date, topless and wearing a red pair of soft track pants. Her dark hair hung over the hand that pulled her long bulge repeatedly away from her leg.
"Get ready," she said.
In Room Six, a girl in a t-shirt and loose jeans was separating and lowering the halves of her fly to let a pink rod spring free of her right hip. Her companion looked up at her questioningly. She grinned and shrugged.
In Room Seven a similarly dressed girl sat beside her beau on the bed, with her arm around him and a rubber dick resting snugly between her thighs.
"You can touch it," she whispered to him.
Room Three's female occupant was kneeling on her bed in a black sports bra with gray trim. Her abdomen looked like sheet metal that had been hammered roughly and was ready to return the favor. Her thighs were braids of steel cable. The black seven inch dick that jutted from her harness curved upward at the end and was ribbed at the base. Her prey stared at her in terror.
Their upstairs neighbor also kneeled on a bed, the pale skin of her perfectly proportioned body completely exposed, except for the thin leather bands wrapping her pelvis. Her right hand was behind her thigh while the other gripped her flesh-colored phallus. She twisted to her left to show its length.
"Don't resist me," she advised her companion. "I'm stronger than you are. Take off your clothes, and get on your back."
The blond in Room Eight had fallen forward from a crouch, and supported her upper half with fists on the carpet. Also naked but for her strap-on, she looked like a gorilla that was about to charge.
In Room Five, a woman's latex penis protruded from the front of a belted pair of briefs. Her left hand brought its head to the trembling lips of the guy there.
The couple in Room Two were already fucking. The naked man was bent over the table and the slim girl held his hair with her left hand. Her own head was held over his right shoulder as she continually arched her back, bringing her black panties to his rear in a series of slams. While her small breasts swung gently in her sleeveless pink top, her mouth opened and closed to alternately express ecstasy and determination. The bun atop her head was waved in the air by her pounding.
The girl in Room One was all smiles while her hips rolled up and down on her victim's ass, stabbing it with her feeldoe. She held his wrists beside his head with her breasts squashed on his back and her legs draped over his. Both of them were naked and faced left with their eyes closed, her head atop his. The mattress bounced in time with her thrusting.
The man in Room Twelve was nearly unconscious. The fit Asian who'd brought him was kneeling upon a blanket which she'd placed on the floor. Her long ponytail wiggled as she insistently brought her hips forward with superhuman power. His knees clamped her thighs so that her bulbous ass hit his curling toes with each removal of the prong that was strapped to her. He leaned back on his straight arms, but she kept her hands clasped to the rear of his neck, so that he could see nothing but her swaying breasts as she fucked him roughly.
From outside, Hannah listened to the beds squeaking, being broken, and getting smashed into walls. The desert air was filled with the sound of gagging, pleading, screams of terror, and cries of orgasm. Some women had already completed their first round, and were waiting for others to finish so they could proceed with the rotation. Well before dawn, every woman would have penetrated every man in the motel, and the passive parties would be put to a vote to determine whose cocksmanship was the best. All the competitors knew that anyone who tried to coerce the men by other methods would fail. The strap-ons were the most direct means extant for witches to impose their magical Will, and the one who was truly most potent would be the winner. Hannah found her role in the event to be all too simple, and she yawned.
She almost missed it when a ground level door flew open, and a naked man ran madly from the room.
"Stop him!" yelled the petite witch in the pink top. She wore her harness, but held the dildo in her hand. She leaned against the entrance as though she'd been punched. The noise from the other rooms continued, unabated.
Hannah turned after the escapee, and like a long jumper took one, another, and two more slow leaps; momentum magically entering her body. Her pursuit was made with preternatural speed, and though the male was wiry and athletic, she was quickly able to overtake him.
"Just a minute," she said, grabbing the side of his neck at the shoulder.
"Let me go!" he screamed. He tumbled into the dust, and she stopped beside him. Clutching him by the bicep, she hoisted him to his feet. He knew from her grip he was no match for her, and he tried to tear off her dick. She smirked, and then chuckled, looking down as he tugged her member.
"Rub the head," she said encouragingly. He became still, and then slumped in defeat. The bun-haired girl caught up to them.
"Lose something?" Hannah asked her.
"Thanks for getting him," she said breathlessly, and loosened a strap of her harness.
"I meant your dick. You really came to this rodeo in third rate gear?" The short girl scowled at her, pushing her phallus down into the ring with her thumb, as though loading a rifle. She tightened the rig and the dick was pulled horizontal.
"Just because you were ace doesn't mean you get to give lectures. I'll take him now."
"I can't believe what you're doing here, Missy. Wait until I tell..."
"You won't tell anybody anything, Garrett. 'Yeah, she's a witch, and she fucked me in the ass until I saw stars.' I can just imagine how..." Missy looked up at Hannah when she realized they were holding him like a wishbone. "I said I've got him, Hannah." The larger girl shook her head.
"He knows our weakness, and you're still wearing that piece of shit. I can't let you have him."
"It just popped out. It was a freak accident. It's okay, now."
