Round 3

Manny lounged like a king on a raised obsidian throne in the center of the Fire Zone, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. He was no competitor he was the sacred observer, the living Torch Staff of Liberty, the fuel and prize of the entire Trial. His massive cock stood proudly erect between his thighs, thick as a woman’s wrist and as long as a forearm, veins pulsing with orange fire magick as dozens of fire witches knelt around him in worship.

The arena had been reshaped for Round Three. One thousand and twelve remaining contestants were now impaled on identical, living masturbation machines arranged in their color-coded zones. Each device was a masterpiece of depraved engineering: a thick, ridged, self-lubricating dildo that swelled, twisted, and thrust upward into stretched cunts, paired with powerful clit-suction cups and vibrating anal stimulators. Every witch was fully seated, pussies stretched wide, lips gripping the invading shafts as the machines hummed to life.

Grand Mistress Raven’s voice boomed across the coliseum, thick with lust. “Round Three is brutally simple, my cock-hungry sluts. Stay mounted. Survive the ride. Every sixty seconds the machines grow stronger, faster, deeper, and crueler. The first 506 to fall off are eliminated. The last 506 advance. Begin!”

The machines activated with a collective mechanical growl.

Instantly, the arena erupted into a symphony of wet, filthy ecstasy.

In the Blue Zone, Juanita the Blue was a vision of pure oceanic slutdom. The voluptuous Latina goddess had her thick thighs spread obscenely wide on the machine, her juicy ass cheeks rippling with every brutal upward thrust. The dildo inside her had already swelled to monstrous proportions, stretching her dripping cunt into a perfect, creamy O. “¡Ay, coño! It’s fucking my womb raw!” she screamed, her heavy tits bouncing violently as the machine hammered her G-spot mercilessly. Water magick made her pussy squirt in continuous, powerful jets that arced high into the air, splashing across nearby contestants and turning the sand into a slick mess. She came hard within the first thirty seconds, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat, but she held on, grinding down to meet every savage thrust.

Beside her, a petite redhead lasted barely forty seconds. The suction cup on her clit pulled violently while the dildo twisted and vibrated inside her. She screamed, body convulsing as she squirted in violent, uncontrolled sprays before sliding off the machine in a twitching, gaping puddle of her own girl-cum.

Manny’s fire witches were going feral around him. Two busty fire witches had already pressed their heavy tits against his sides, sucking and licking his neck while a third deepthroated his massive cock with wet, gagging slurps, spit running down her chin onto her bouncing breasts.

The first intensity spike hit at sixty seconds.

Machines doubled in speed and power. Dildos thickened further, thrusts became punishing jackhammer strokes, suction cups milked swollen clits like hungry mouths, and anal stimulators began pulsing and expanding.

In the Earth Zone, Tori the Black was putting on a primal, sweaty masterpiece. The stunning brunette’s perfect rack bounced heavily as the machine railed her soaked cunt with deep, grounding strokes. “Fuck me harder you filthy machine— wreck this athletic pussy!” she growled, sweat pouring down her toned abs. She used earth magick to stabilize herself, but the witch next to her wasn’t so lucky. The poor woman’s legs shook violently as the machine destroyed her, her pussy stretched into a gaping, creamy ruin. She came with a broken scream, squirting in powerful arcs before collapsing sideways, eliminated and twitching.

Manny watched with hooded eyes as a curvy Asian fire witch climbed into his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs and grinding her dripping pussy against the side of his rock-hard cock while she watched the carnage. “Look at them breaking, Torch Bearer… all because of the power you gave Raven.”

The third minute brought pure hell.

Machines now fucked like demonic living cocks expanding, contracting, twisting, vibrating at maximum while the anal stimulators fucked tight assholes in perfect rhythm. Suction on clits became almost painful in its pleasure.

In the Green Zone, Samantha the Green had lost all composure. Vines grew from her machine, wrapping around her perky tits and pinching her nipples while the main dildo destroyed her tight pussy. “It’s too deep it’s rearranging my fucking guts!” she wailed, squirting in rhythmic green-tinged gushes that soaked three contestants around her. Two of them fell shortly after, screaming and convulsing as their own machines pushed them over the edge into elimination.

Manny’s current favorite a thick-assed Dominican fire witch with skin like dark honey was riding the machine directly in front of him. Her fat pussy was stretched obscenely around the pistoning dildo, creamy froth coating the shaft as it hammered her cervix. “Manny your energy makes it stronger— I’m cumming nonstop my cunt is broken—!” She exploded in a violent orgasm, squirting so hard it splashed across Manny’s abs and chest. Her heavy tits flopped wildly as she fought to stay mounted, but on the next brutal thrust her legs gave out and she toppled forward, eliminated in a massive puddle of her own squirt.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth minutes were absolute erotic slaughter.

Hundreds of women were falling every minute. Pussies were ruined gaping, red, drooling thick cream. Bodies convulsed. Tongues hung out. Eyes rolled back. The sand had become a river of girl-cum in every color. The air was heavy with the raw, tangy scent of mass squirting and broken moans.

In the Metal Zone, Karen the Brown’s soft, chubby body jiggled beautifully as the machine railed her. Her big floppy tits bounced and slapped against her belly while the vibrating magick made her entire body hum. The contestant beside her came so hard she vibrated off the saddle, squirting in a long, continuous fountain before collapsing.

Raven and Cheri watched from the Grand Council box like depraved goddesses. Raven was riding a thick floating crystal cock reverse cowgirl, her petite body bouncing as she moaned commands. Cheri had her long legs spread wide, two fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while golden light pulsed from her clit, moaning Manny’s name every time another witch fell screaming.

Manny’s cock was worshipped relentlessly. Fire witches took turns **** themselves on his thickness, gagging and drooling while others licked his heavy balls and sucked on the head. One particularly eager redhead had her throat bulging visibly as she **** more of his girth down, tears of effort and lust running down her cheeks.

By the twelfth minute, the machines were at apocalyptic intensity dildos pounding like pistons, twisting and swelling, suction pulling clits into overstimulation, anal stimulators fucking asses without mercy. Women were squirting continuously, many falling in groups, bodies shaking violently as broken orgasms ripped through them.

A final wave of eliminations swept the arena. Over five hundred witches now lay exhausted on the soaked sand, legs spread, pussies gaping and twitching, whispering broken praises to the Trial and to Manny’s Torch Staff.

The horn finally sounded.

The machines powered down with a collective sigh. The surviving 506 witches trembling, legs weak, cunts ruined and dripping rose on shaky limbs. Several from Raven’s coven had advanced, including a glowing Juanita and a sweat-drenched Tori.

Manny stood tall, his enormous cock still rock-hard and dripping with the saliva of dozens of worshipping mouths, orange fire magick flickering across his skin. Fire witches swarmed him again, licking every inch of his body clean while whispering filthy promises for later.

Raven’s voice echoed with dark satisfaction. “Well done, my strongest, sluttiest warriors. The weak have fallen. The worthy remain. Rest… because Round Four will be far less merciful.”

Cheri locked eyes with Manny from the Council box, biting her lip hard as golden light continued pulsing from her soaked cunt. She mouthed slowly, “I need that cock destroying me soon, baby.”

Manny smirked, stroking the hair of a kneeling fire witch still gently sucking his cockhead. The Trial by Combat had claimed hundreds more in the wettest, most devastating way possible. The arena floor was a glistening, cum-soaked battlefield, and the new order was rising on waves of endless, screaming pleasure.