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Careful of what you wish for (Ella X QB)
- Thread starter Kyubey
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It was one of the man's favorite ways to torture his slave: leave her bound up for a few hours, with little regard to her safety and well-being, leaving for an extended moment of time. His slave was his own sex toy, there was nothing she could ever do otherwise. Not that she could say anything, ball-gagged like such of course!
Legs drawn up and bent, what one would immediately notice from her crotch was the obvious cameltoe with the addition to the slim figure of a vibrating bud the shape of a bullet whirring merrily against the thick pink flesh of her vagina. A giveaway of this was the pink wire that went from her waist and into her panties, vanishing along the way. Another vibrator, this one with a black color scheme, was nowhere to be seen, going in lower towards her anus to arouse were an anal plug would have been unnecessary. While he had many toys he could use, he found the longevity of a bullet vibrator's Double A batteries made sure that she would stay aroused longer. And to further tease her, the speed was only set to the point where she would not be able to cum. An enchantment painted upon her lower bits would agonizingly halt all sources of arousal when she inched closer to a climax: a simple stop hex that had taken an entirely new degree with the bondage she was in.
Her nipples stood erect behind the cloth of her tight dress, a testament to her own arousal along with a spot of darkness were some saliva from her ball gag fell from. Drooling from time to time, the infamous ball gag was a size bigger than her mouth, causing more discomfort and more drooling than usual. Her collar held red twine which forced her legs, bound behind the knee with a bar spreader into such an uncomfortable manner forcing them closer to her chest. Her hands, you may ask? Bound behind her back onto a small ring nailed into the wall, arms together unable to free the prisoner from this torment.
Torment, or pure enjoyment?
Her master easily turned on her the moment she was captured. At first the man was taken from a whim with regards to whatever crossed her mind: a few juicy hexes? A few curses or even turning him into a random animal! However, the stranger had other plans for the girl as she was quickly subdued at the first moment she let her guard down and now here she was, suffering in bondage against his strange contraptions sending queer...yet arousing waves throughout her velvety flesh.
And so thusly, began her day in bondage, a taste of what other days may fall under his servitude. There was no reprieve or mercy: there was only endurance and penance in bondage.
Legs drawn up and bent, what one would immediately notice from her crotch was the obvious cameltoe with the addition to the slim figure of a vibrating bud the shape of a bullet whirring merrily against the thick pink flesh of her vagina. A giveaway of this was the pink wire that went from her waist and into her panties, vanishing along the way. Another vibrator, this one with a black color scheme, was nowhere to be seen, going in lower towards her anus to arouse were an anal plug would have been unnecessary. While he had many toys he could use, he found the longevity of a bullet vibrator's Double A batteries made sure that she would stay aroused longer. And to further tease her, the speed was only set to the point where she would not be able to cum. An enchantment painted upon her lower bits would agonizingly halt all sources of arousal when she inched closer to a climax: a simple stop hex that had taken an entirely new degree with the bondage she was in.
Her nipples stood erect behind the cloth of her tight dress, a testament to her own arousal along with a spot of darkness were some saliva from her ball gag fell from. Drooling from time to time, the infamous ball gag was a size bigger than her mouth, causing more discomfort and more drooling than usual. Her collar held red twine which forced her legs, bound behind the knee with a bar spreader into such an uncomfortable manner forcing them closer to her chest. Her hands, you may ask? Bound behind her back onto a small ring nailed into the wall, arms together unable to free the prisoner from this torment.
Torment, or pure enjoyment?
Her master easily turned on her the moment she was captured. At first the man was taken from a whim with regards to whatever crossed her mind: a few juicy hexes? A few curses or even turning him into a random animal! However, the stranger had other plans for the girl as she was quickly subdued at the first moment she let her guard down and now here she was, suffering in bondage against his strange contraptions sending queer...yet arousing waves throughout her velvety flesh.
And so thusly, began her day in bondage, a taste of what other days may fall under his servitude. There was no reprieve or mercy: there was only endurance and penance in bondage.
Aria's body ached from the uncomfortable stretched position he'd left her in. You'd think over time she'd have gotten used to the way he did things. Her muscles were sore from the lack of movement, and there was a fire in her abs from being stretched this way. Her hands longed to come down off that nail. Her breasts were squashed. The witch had been reduced to this.
However, it was not the pain in her muscles that Aria was going crazy from. It was the longing in her pussy. She was dripping wet from the constant vibrations against her pussy. Her outer lips tingled as she felt the thing whirring against them. Worst of all, it continually teased her erect clit, making her unable to concentrate. Her twitching cunt was stretching out into the air, and if she could move, she'd have probably been humping the air in desire.
The black vibrator by her anus was rubbing the puckered bud, which was wet from her juices sliding down and lubricating the region. The double stimulation of the black and pink vibrators in her sensitive holes made her body flush a bright red, and she was moaning softly. The sounds however, were muffled by the ball gag. A little drool dripped out, as the giant thing stretched her mouth open around it. Her jaw ached from having it stuffed inside her, and she wondered if her mouth would ever close properly again.
It was all her fault for ending up in such a humiliating but arousing position. Aria could still remember the day all this had began. It was a warm, sunny day. She'd been running her hut as usual. It wasn't so much of a hut as it was a terrifyingly large dark home. It was imposing and black, crooked and twisted, as it rose up into the sky like a mini tower. Odd chimneys poked out from here and there, and the occasional raven or crow would settle along the house. The house had a cobbled path, that was well worn by both horses and humans. The trees around it were gnarled and crooked. The door was large and imposing. However, the gothic knocker on the door showed signs of use.
Aria was really the main eye-catcher of the entire house. The witch was settled on a stump outside her home, sipping a cup of tea as her raven, Ramone, flew by. She watched the bird for a bit, before turning to the road. It had once been a well-traveled road. The violet-haired witch had scared them all away. Now she was alone, with not a single person available to sell her potions to. It wasn't her fault that she'd fleeced them. She had needed the money to pay for her lovely lilac pendant, settled just between her flawless breasts. The witch was scantily clad for a cool, Autumn day, as she awaited a passerby.
And then he had to arrive, and change her comfortable life forever.
However, it was not the pain in her muscles that Aria was going crazy from. It was the longing in her pussy. She was dripping wet from the constant vibrations against her pussy. Her outer lips tingled as she felt the thing whirring against them. Worst of all, it continually teased her erect clit, making her unable to concentrate. Her twitching cunt was stretching out into the air, and if she could move, she'd have probably been humping the air in desire.
The black vibrator by her anus was rubbing the puckered bud, which was wet from her juices sliding down and lubricating the region. The double stimulation of the black and pink vibrators in her sensitive holes made her body flush a bright red, and she was moaning softly. The sounds however, were muffled by the ball gag. A little drool dripped out, as the giant thing stretched her mouth open around it. Her jaw ached from having it stuffed inside her, and she wondered if her mouth would ever close properly again.
It was all her fault for ending up in such a humiliating but arousing position. Aria could still remember the day all this had began. It was a warm, sunny day. She'd been running her hut as usual. It wasn't so much of a hut as it was a terrifyingly large dark home. It was imposing and black, crooked and twisted, as it rose up into the sky like a mini tower. Odd chimneys poked out from here and there, and the occasional raven or crow would settle along the house. The house had a cobbled path, that was well worn by both horses and humans. The trees around it were gnarled and crooked. The door was large and imposing. However, the gothic knocker on the door showed signs of use.
Aria was really the main eye-catcher of the entire house. The witch was settled on a stump outside her home, sipping a cup of tea as her raven, Ramone, flew by. She watched the bird for a bit, before turning to the road. It had once been a well-traveled road. The violet-haired witch had scared them all away. Now she was alone, with not a single person available to sell her potions to. It wasn't her fault that she'd fleeced them. She had needed the money to pay for her lovely lilac pendant, settled just between her flawless breasts. The witch was scantily clad for a cool, Autumn day, as she awaited a passerby.
And then he had to arrive, and change her comfortable life forever.
Karel Rancell Delamarcis was like no other Noble. The Duke of Nordames was known as the Intrepid Blue Blood for his adventurous spirit and his willingness to thrust himself into danger. Even more prominent than his good looks was his nearly-voracious appetite for sex, often sleeping with two women by his side and immediately forgetting about them the day after. Along with his spirited adventures comes accusations of his lecherous deeds, though by the time the angry mob would have assembled the interloper would have been long gone from their beds.
Recently, he had heard of a...solitary witch dwelling within the forest near a village called Lanmark. Journeying within the decrepit forest, pushing through thickets and dead trees, Karel slowly beheld a large, black mansion within the forest. And almost immediately, a gem that stood out well beyond the mansion: a bodacious young lady sipping tea upon a stump.
His eyes so lustfully scanned her delicate frame, shapely breasts displayed all too well from the tight bodice she wore. Creamy skin of her hips near her waist teased at the prospect of her delicious lower regions, tempting him with the fact that she was probably wearing nothing to cover her snatch. The crowing of a bird above alerted the witch of his presence, only for him to raise his cane to scatter the bird from the branch. "Shoo, Shoo!" he said, before turning towards the witch.
He did not show it, but he had his share in the arts of magic. Though compared to her, it may just well be child's play. "Good morning, my Fair lady." he declared, bowing softly, "I am the Duke of Nordames, Lord Delamarcis. I am seeking a Wych within this woods who was known to brew potions that increased one's...intimate vigor. Are you such the Wych?" he asked, his intent bright in his eyes. While he did lust for her body, what other human didn't upon the sight of her flawless, shapely bust?
Recently, he had heard of a...solitary witch dwelling within the forest near a village called Lanmark. Journeying within the decrepit forest, pushing through thickets and dead trees, Karel slowly beheld a large, black mansion within the forest. And almost immediately, a gem that stood out well beyond the mansion: a bodacious young lady sipping tea upon a stump.
His eyes so lustfully scanned her delicate frame, shapely breasts displayed all too well from the tight bodice she wore. Creamy skin of her hips near her waist teased at the prospect of her delicious lower regions, tempting him with the fact that she was probably wearing nothing to cover her snatch. The crowing of a bird above alerted the witch of his presence, only for him to raise his cane to scatter the bird from the branch. "Shoo, Shoo!" he said, before turning towards the witch.
He did not show it, but he had his share in the arts of magic. Though compared to her, it may just well be child's play. "Good morning, my Fair lady." he declared, bowing softly, "I am the Duke of Nordames, Lord Delamarcis. I am seeking a Wych within this woods who was known to brew potions that increased one's...intimate vigor. Are you such the Wych?" he asked, his intent bright in his eyes. While he did lust for her body, what other human didn't upon the sight of her flawless, shapely bust?
Aria watched the noble approach her, smirking as she did, and vanishing her tea away with her wand. She stared at the red haired noble, taking in his expensive clothing. Everything he wore was well-tailored, and she could tell he screamed expensive. However, Aria could care less for his titles he threw around as she watched him gaze at her with lustful eyes. She crossed her arms under her chest, helping to elevate it for his eyes. Men often looked at her like this, and she had so much fun teasing them. Though, it had been so long since she'd had someone fresh to tease. And who knew when another opportunity would come up?
"Perhaps I may be said Wych," said Aria, glancing at the noble coyly, her purple eyes dancing like a lioness eyeing new prey. "What's in it for me should I help you increase your vigor? Jewels? Gold? Some rare artifact?"
A normal witch would only have charged perhaps a few silver for such a potion. Vigor was something commonly sold, and didn't have any rare ingredients. This was why Aria had lost her once flowing customers. She charged ridiculously high prices. The greedy witch ensnared unsuspecting people, and bled their wallets dry as she took money from them. Gold, silver, crops, cattles, anything she could collect for a high price, she took. It was no wonder she was already alone in this forest, with not a single person to care for her. As she eyed the noble, however, she was already beginning to form a plan.
"Perhaps I may be said Wych," said Aria, glancing at the noble coyly, her purple eyes dancing like a lioness eyeing new prey. "What's in it for me should I help you increase your vigor? Jewels? Gold? Some rare artifact?"
A normal witch would only have charged perhaps a few silver for such a potion. Vigor was something commonly sold, and didn't have any rare ingredients. This was why Aria had lost her once flowing customers. She charged ridiculously high prices. The greedy witch ensnared unsuspecting people, and bled their wallets dry as she took money from them. Gold, silver, crops, cattles, anything she could collect for a high price, she took. It was no wonder she was already alone in this forest, with not a single person to care for her. As she eyed the noble, however, she was already beginning to form a plan.
"Oh?" he took her words almost like a challenge, especially the body language she displayed for him. Something at the back of his mind told him to flee while somewhere below him told him to just pin her down and fuck her until she couldn't stand straight. Of course many would be deceived by his outward looks: to them nobles were easily swindled by the wonders of the world, many paying gold for simple tricks of the wand.
"I'll be sure to repay you in any sum you please." he said, taking out a small bag of gold which he threw to the ground. This was all he had packed, a few 30 pieces of Gold. While this could be to a peasant a fortune, to most nobles this was nothing. Of course, he had to play it cool to keep her in the bargaining table. "...Of course I shall provide for you more if you have just...what I'm looking for." He had to really stop looking at her shapely form. Falling for a girl in negotiation was being one step closer to being swindled or killed. Walking closer, he looked her in the eyes. "What's your name, young Wych?" he asked, curious as he gazed at her.
He had learned to hide his assets. What she may not have known was that he was an extremely proficient fighter with a few tricks up his sleeve. There was a lust forming in his mind that demanded he take her away in chains and into his estate to be fucked until she would be driven mad by sexual craving. But of course, he had to play along. "So, enough pleasantries. What do you have?"
"I'll be sure to repay you in any sum you please." he said, taking out a small bag of gold which he threw to the ground. This was all he had packed, a few 30 pieces of Gold. While this could be to a peasant a fortune, to most nobles this was nothing. Of course, he had to play it cool to keep her in the bargaining table. "...Of course I shall provide for you more if you have just...what I'm looking for." He had to really stop looking at her shapely form. Falling for a girl in negotiation was being one step closer to being swindled or killed. Walking closer, he looked her in the eyes. "What's your name, young Wych?" he asked, curious as he gazed at her.
He had learned to hide his assets. What she may not have known was that he was an extremely proficient fighter with a few tricks up his sleeve. There was a lust forming in his mind that demanded he take her away in chains and into his estate to be fucked until she would be driven mad by sexual craving. But of course, he had to play along. "So, enough pleasantries. What do you have?"
Aria watched the young noble throw down the money. His eyes were filled with lust, and she knew if she swayed a few more buttons, she'd have him within her grasp. She looked at the 30 gold, which was a small fortune in itself, but her greed was endless. She could hear the lust in his voice as he spoke, and smirked, crossing her legs and giving him a better view as her scanty skirt shifted to reveal the entire upper half of her thigh. There was no sign of anything underneath said skirt. Not even a strap of a possible underwear.
"You may call me Aria," she said haughtily, using her wand to summon the gold to her hands from her position on the stump. "I have quite a few things you can buy for this some. A one-day vigor release, a potion when taken can stimulate you to erection immediately, and I have a potion that when taken regularly, can increase your libido over time. All these can be sampled for the price you bought me. Come inside."
With that, the witch stood. She walked to the house, her hips swaying as she did. Oh this man was definitely going to be her prize. She couldn't wait to capture him and use him as her slave. All she needed was to drug him with a potion that would put him to sleep. Once inside, she'd slip it into his tea and make sure he drank it all up under her gaze, "Tea?"
"You may call me Aria," she said haughtily, using her wand to summon the gold to her hands from her position on the stump. "I have quite a few things you can buy for this some. A one-day vigor release, a potion when taken can stimulate you to erection immediately, and I have a potion that when taken regularly, can increase your libido over time. All these can be sampled for the price you bought me. Come inside."
With that, the witch stood. She walked to the house, her hips swaying as she did. Oh this man was definitely going to be her prize. She couldn't wait to capture him and use him as her slave. All she needed was to drug him with a potion that would put him to sleep. Once inside, she'd slip it into his tea and make sure he drank it all up under her gaze, "Tea?"
Aria. What a cute name. The name meant a melody. Surely, a melody that would come to be once he would hear her crying in the throes of orgasm. "Oh dearie me, quite expensive little medicines you have there. No matter." he said, following her. Oh how hungry he was, to be teased by her ever so lewd body language. Seduction and magic were two very strong bed fellows. It was always advised to tread carefully against sorceresses like her.
Although...that potion that would surely increase his already prominent sex drive did indeed sound very appealing. Nothing better than vigor to keep going the intense lovemaking he so enjoyed. "Tea? I shouldn't. I am rather in a rush." he said, walking inside. The house seemed torn between normality with the furniture and the twisted dark arts from an orb that glowed ominously and the typical cauldron which boiled precariously. What ghastly potions was she making there?
Taking a look at a cabinet full of odd ingredients ranging from what looked like a preserved finger and a giant toe nail, he surveyed her mansion quite a bit. "Impressive. I assume the folk in Lanmark visit you often, no?" he asked, looking over a bubbling cauldron only to shudder when a lock of hair and scalp could be seen. Atleast, if it was a severed head, it would be well out of sight.
"But enough pleasantries. Shall we get to the merchandise?" he asked, tapping his finger onto the fine golden scepter he posessed, the emerald quite sizable and obviously, expensive. Everything about his oozed style. "I won't be having tea, but do you have any snacks to go with this?" he asked curiously.
The two eyed each other with total interest, their lust slowly rising and their minds playing with the millions of scenarios the two would do to each other...
Although...that potion that would surely increase his already prominent sex drive did indeed sound very appealing. Nothing better than vigor to keep going the intense lovemaking he so enjoyed. "Tea? I shouldn't. I am rather in a rush." he said, walking inside. The house seemed torn between normality with the furniture and the twisted dark arts from an orb that glowed ominously and the typical cauldron which boiled precariously. What ghastly potions was she making there?
Taking a look at a cabinet full of odd ingredients ranging from what looked like a preserved finger and a giant toe nail, he surveyed her mansion quite a bit. "Impressive. I assume the folk in Lanmark visit you often, no?" he asked, looking over a bubbling cauldron only to shudder when a lock of hair and scalp could be seen. Atleast, if it was a severed head, it would be well out of sight.
"But enough pleasantries. Shall we get to the merchandise?" he asked, tapping his finger onto the fine golden scepter he posessed, the emerald quite sizable and obviously, expensive. Everything about his oozed style. "I won't be having tea, but do you have any snacks to go with this?" he asked curiously.
The two eyed each other with total interest, their lust slowly rising and their minds playing with the millions of scenarios the two would do to each other...
Aria tossed a handful of frog eggs into the potion she was making. It was a poison designed to kill a women's ability to bear children. This one was a particular winner when she sold it to wives desperate to get back at their husband's mistresses. The head that she used was one from her last visitor, a rather ugly mistress. She used her wand to stir it a little, as she let Delarmarcis glance around the house. Her eyes watched him with and intense gaze.
"The people of Lanmark are miserly," said Aria, scowling at his words. It was hardly true, considering the witch had fleeced them many times, not to mention all the poisoning she'd done or experiments she'd conducted for fun. They mostly avoided her now, "They aren't interested in what I can offer, though, I hope you are."
Her voice had become a bit sensual towards the end, as she licked her lips while keeping her eye on Delamarcis. Oh how she'd enjoy using him. She smirked, grabbing her sleeping potion. She put out a few biscuits, making sure to drench two or three in the potion to put the man to sleep. She was already considering locking him up in her favorite cage, and making him wear a collar and leash. Her smirk grew wider.
"Of course," Aria said, her eyes moving to his scepter as she set out the biscuits. She made sure to bend over and give the duke a wonderful view of her ample bosom. Her eye caught his scepter as she did, causing her to pause a little longer than she intended. It was such a lovely emerald, and she was definitely interested in it. It was the first thing she'd remove from the Duke when she had captured him.
"Shall we discuss payment?" she asked, setting out the various types of vigor potions, already imagining how wonderful it would be to earn a duke for a slave. The riches she could take from him as he worked for her.
"The people of Lanmark are miserly," said Aria, scowling at his words. It was hardly true, considering the witch had fleeced them many times, not to mention all the poisoning she'd done or experiments she'd conducted for fun. They mostly avoided her now, "They aren't interested in what I can offer, though, I hope you are."
Her voice had become a bit sensual towards the end, as she licked her lips while keeping her eye on Delamarcis. Oh how she'd enjoy using him. She smirked, grabbing her sleeping potion. She put out a few biscuits, making sure to drench two or three in the potion to put the man to sleep. She was already considering locking him up in her favorite cage, and making him wear a collar and leash. Her smirk grew wider.
"Of course," Aria said, her eyes moving to his scepter as she set out the biscuits. She made sure to bend over and give the duke a wonderful view of her ample bosom. Her eye caught his scepter as she did, causing her to pause a little longer than she intended. It was such a lovely emerald, and she was definitely interested in it. It was the first thing she'd remove from the Duke when she had captured him.
"Shall we discuss payment?" she asked, setting out the various types of vigor potions, already imagining how wonderful it would be to earn a duke for a slave. The riches she could take from him as he worked for her.
Miserly, hm? Sure looked that way, given how rather...plain the village was. Aside from the lord's manor, the place showed little class. The Lord of Lanmark didn't seem all that impressive either: he decorated his tables with twice used cloth and had only 10 chairs in his banquet area. While Karel rarely mingled with the common folk, he did deem this wretched wych worthy enough to interact to. "Oh, but I am more than interested to see your wares, Wych." he replied, just as he looked at a small pot full of eyeballs...to what creature it belongs to is always up for debate.
But of course, his gaze was fixed right at her rather full bosom. Of course the direction of his gaze told her all she needed to know and the way she eyed the emerald almost seemed as if she coveted the beautiful jewel. Her house was rather well furnished, at least for a practitioner of the black arts. Most witches live in relative poverty, often subsisting on things found in the wild or the possessions of wayward wanderers they have either hexed or swindled.
Because of that, he had to be wary. She did use magic, but what was stopping her from giving him the wrong object? In her eyes he too noticed the lust that darkened with malicious intent. The cookies looked rather well made, biscuits baked with tender care and such. As she set the vials before her, he took one and swirled it around in it's small container. "Do you have a powerful aphrodisiac?" he asked, "One that would easily make a harlot out of a holy woman? A Priestess of Salven caught my eye on the trip here...it would be most delightful to corrupt her..." It was quite obvious just what he was interested in doing, but he hoped that her greed would indeed blind her from the possibility that she was the target he had in his sights.
But of course, his gaze was fixed right at her rather full bosom. Of course the direction of his gaze told her all she needed to know and the way she eyed the emerald almost seemed as if she coveted the beautiful jewel. Her house was rather well furnished, at least for a practitioner of the black arts. Most witches live in relative poverty, often subsisting on things found in the wild or the possessions of wayward wanderers they have either hexed or swindled.
Because of that, he had to be wary. She did use magic, but what was stopping her from giving him the wrong object? In her eyes he too noticed the lust that darkened with malicious intent. The cookies looked rather well made, biscuits baked with tender care and such. As she set the vials before her, he took one and swirled it around in it's small container. "Do you have a powerful aphrodisiac?" he asked, "One that would easily make a harlot out of a holy woman? A Priestess of Salven caught my eye on the trip here...it would be most delightful to corrupt her..." It was quite obvious just what he was interested in doing, but he hoped that her greed would indeed blind her from the possibility that she was the target he had in his sights.
Aria smirked at his words. Now she easily had a path to get the emerald. She was already imagining that beautiful jewel in her grasp. She'd use it to create a lovely trinket. Obviously she couldn't make jewelry out of it, but given the riches in her home, it was easy to tell she knew how to make the most of her money. The lusty male before her was obviously some kind of sex freak, not that she really cared. She planned to use him as a slave, make him do physical labor, some sexual stunts, and eventually kill him to serve as the next batch of potions ingredients when she got bored.
"That's a rather naughty thought," murmured Aria with a grin, "But I have just the thing. I warn you, however, I do not sell things of such a nature without hefty payment. It's a charm that I have. Simply using a lock of the woman's hair, you place it within the charm's center, and she becomes enslaved. I do have a rather lovely potion desired to increase her arousal until she's begging for cock, but a charm of this nature, well, I'm certain you would want her bound to you rather than the village brothel."
As Aria said this, she pulled the charm out. It was a simple pocket watch type of object, however, the inside was designed to hold a picture, and the other a lock of hair, "Simply insert your portrait in one side, and the hair in the other. It binds owner to master. However, if you simply want a wanton slut, this potion is right up your alley." She placed a red vial on the table. "The potion is worth the emerald on your scepter, the charm worth the emerald and a bit more, take your pick."
As Aria said this, she smirked, eyeing the emerald as both items rested on the table, awaiting his decision.
"That's a rather naughty thought," murmured Aria with a grin, "But I have just the thing. I warn you, however, I do not sell things of such a nature without hefty payment. It's a charm that I have. Simply using a lock of the woman's hair, you place it within the charm's center, and she becomes enslaved. I do have a rather lovely potion desired to increase her arousal until she's begging for cock, but a charm of this nature, well, I'm certain you would want her bound to you rather than the village brothel."
As Aria said this, she pulled the charm out. It was a simple pocket watch type of object, however, the inside was designed to hold a picture, and the other a lock of hair, "Simply insert your portrait in one side, and the hair in the other. It binds owner to master. However, if you simply want a wanton slut, this potion is right up your alley." She placed a red vial on the table. "The potion is worth the emerald on your scepter, the charm worth the emerald and a bit more, take your pick."
As Aria said this, she smirked, eyeing the emerald as both items rested on the table, awaiting his decision.
"Khkghh..." he groaned inwardly, sucking in his breath. She knew how to drive home a hard bargain. "Hmm...I'll take that potion. However, I would so love to have some tea, do you mind getting some for me now?" he asked, taking a good look at the small potion. He also took a cookie as well, though given how deceitful these witches were he would pretend to take a bite just when she turned her back. Putting his scepter onto the table, he watched her go towards the kitchen. It was then that he popped off the cork on the potion, dousing his right hand with a little bit of the potion and a bit on the other. The strong smell did cause him to fluster already, how potent was this little aphrodisiac potion anyways?
Sneaking into the kitchen, just as she was about to pour the water onto the tea leaves, he suddenly clasped his left hand over her mouth and nose, making sure that she smell the goodness of the potion right up close. If a small whiff could get a man like him blushing...what would a full smell be like? "Shhhh...quiet down, little heretic..." while he was indeed strong, had he not stopped her from reaching towards her wand he would have been done for. Taking her from the small table she worked with, he inserted his left hand into her silken folds, smearing the potion within her lovely, wet lips. "Yes...smell all that in." he said, smiling as he pushed her aside, taking her wand. By now, if that witch was indeed right, the potion should take effect as he walked to the other room, taking the left over potion...and the pocketwatch she left on the table.
Without her wand, a witch was nothing. So, without struggle, he made her open her mouth as he smeared a handful onto his right hand which then thrusted into her soft pussy, leaving some of the arousing moisture onto her thighs. By then the smell began to take affect, making him fluster with his breathing quickening, his hardness forming from his pants. But it would be nothing compared to her as he made her open her mouth, drinking in half of the leftover potion directly. "Oughmpphhh~! Feels good huh?" he asked, thrusting his lathered hand int and out, in and out.
Sneaking into the kitchen, just as she was about to pour the water onto the tea leaves, he suddenly clasped his left hand over her mouth and nose, making sure that she smell the goodness of the potion right up close. If a small whiff could get a man like him blushing...what would a full smell be like? "Shhhh...quiet down, little heretic..." while he was indeed strong, had he not stopped her from reaching towards her wand he would have been done for. Taking her from the small table she worked with, he inserted his left hand into her silken folds, smearing the potion within her lovely, wet lips. "Yes...smell all that in." he said, smiling as he pushed her aside, taking her wand. By now, if that witch was indeed right, the potion should take effect as he walked to the other room, taking the left over potion...and the pocketwatch she left on the table.
Without her wand, a witch was nothing. So, without struggle, he made her open her mouth as he smeared a handful onto his right hand which then thrusted into her soft pussy, leaving some of the arousing moisture onto her thighs. By then the smell began to take affect, making him fluster with his breathing quickening, his hardness forming from his pants. But it would be nothing compared to her as he made her open her mouth, drinking in half of the leftover potion directly. "Oughmpphhh~! Feels good huh?" he asked, thrusting his lathered hand int and out, in and out.
Aria scowled, but moved to get the tea. Nobles never giving her a moment of peace! As she entered the kitchen, she began pouring some tea leaves into a cup, getting ready to get her wand to make the tea. Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, and she screamed out. She could smell something strong, and in horror, realized what was going on. Shocked, she struggled out, but the potion was making her weak.
As if on cue, a hand entered her dampening pussy, and she cried out again as the aphrodisiac smeared over her lips. They grew hot and damp quickly, and she was moaning, begging for mercy into is hand. Her cheeks were a dark red, and she looked more like incredibly horny as her eyes began to glaze over. When he dropped her, she began to pant on the floor. Without her wand, she was nothing. The ache in her pussy was driving her insane, and she had to get relief, her wand, relief! Already her thoughts were jumbling.
When he returned, she cried out in shock as he began rubbing her moist lips. Her juices were flowing, and it just felt so good. She bucked her hips against his hand, begging for more. He poured the aphrodisiac into her mouth, and she swallowed it, her nipples hardening as she moaned out. Her hips thrust into the air, and she was completely dominated by her lust.
"Please," she begged, her pussy aching to be touched, "I need it to stop, please, make me cum! I can't take it!"
As she said this, she began to buck her hips on his hand. Her tight cunt was squeezing down on him as she moaned. One orgasm wouldn't be enough. The potion lasted for three days before wearing off when taken in full. Aria was so horny and the slut needed to be filled. Her mouth was open, and she was panting as she rode his hand, and to her intense surprise, she came, the horniness making her work faster than before.
"Ugh!" she moaned, as the orgasm subsided, and she still felt horny, "Please, help me!"
As if on cue, a hand entered her dampening pussy, and she cried out again as the aphrodisiac smeared over her lips. They grew hot and damp quickly, and she was moaning, begging for mercy into is hand. Her cheeks were a dark red, and she looked more like incredibly horny as her eyes began to glaze over. When he dropped her, she began to pant on the floor. Without her wand, she was nothing. The ache in her pussy was driving her insane, and she had to get relief, her wand, relief! Already her thoughts were jumbling.
When he returned, she cried out in shock as he began rubbing her moist lips. Her juices were flowing, and it just felt so good. She bucked her hips against his hand, begging for more. He poured the aphrodisiac into her mouth, and she swallowed it, her nipples hardening as she moaned out. Her hips thrust into the air, and she was completely dominated by her lust.
"Please," she begged, her pussy aching to be touched, "I need it to stop, please, make me cum! I can't take it!"
As she said this, she began to buck her hips on his hand. Her tight cunt was squeezing down on him as she moaned. One orgasm wouldn't be enough. The potion lasted for three days before wearing off when taken in full. Aria was so horny and the slut needed to be filled. Her mouth was open, and she was panting as she rode his hand, and to her intense surprise, she came, the horniness making her work faster than before.
"Ugh!" she moaned, as the orgasm subsided, and she still felt horny, "Please, help me!"
She wasn't the only one who was affected. Just by the smell he began to pant, his eyes darkening with lust though not at the same extent that the slutty Witch did. Her nipples hardened that they threatened to poke out of the slender bodice she wore. Her crotch was so wet right after his intrusive hand left, wet with her pussy juices she was left to such arousal. Why did she not see this coming? With the situation reversed, the noble loomed over her as he smiled wickedly.
"No."
And so, it would begin. Instead, he took a lock of her hair, pulling away so very harshly as she was left to her own devices. She could very easily masturbate before him, which he allowed her to attempt before he drew out a small picture of him from an old pocket watch he owned. Placing his portrait and her own, when the magic charm locked in there was a firm feeling of control that bound her will to him. "Let's see if your body can resist the power of this trinket's magic. You will not cum by your hand. You will not be able to masturbate and finish yourself off."
With his command said, no matter how hard she would try, if she was half the cultist she said she was the relatively simple yet utterly cruel command would stay. Prepetually onto a state of high with a craving for sex and to orgasm, with her body restraining her from quelling the raging fire in her pussy the result was only pure torture!
"You tried to swindle me. I will have none of that. For this, you will not be able to cum until the medicine wears out." he said, "But...in the meanwhile. I will have my fun with you." he said, smiling as he walked closer to her, grasping her weak and shuddering body as she was tied up, ropes binding her wrists together and her knees together as well.
Leaving her with enough space to squirm, he was quite content watching her writhe and beg for him to retract his cruel sentence. "Tell me, slut, what other potions do you have. Tell me the truth." again, the charm would have worked, as he followed her to the cupboard where she took the potion. Presumably, these would be where the other potions of the same purpose would be. Taking a small vial of green liquid, he asked her "What does this do?"
Curious, he then lay her wand onto the ground, his hands playing with her pussy as he wanted to hear her answer. And as he anticipated her elation rising, he withdrew his hands, fingers slobbering with her pussy juices right in front of her lips, as if to command her without saying to lick them clean.
"No."
And so, it would begin. Instead, he took a lock of her hair, pulling away so very harshly as she was left to her own devices. She could very easily masturbate before him, which he allowed her to attempt before he drew out a small picture of him from an old pocket watch he owned. Placing his portrait and her own, when the magic charm locked in there was a firm feeling of control that bound her will to him. "Let's see if your body can resist the power of this trinket's magic. You will not cum by your hand. You will not be able to masturbate and finish yourself off."
With his command said, no matter how hard she would try, if she was half the cultist she said she was the relatively simple yet utterly cruel command would stay. Prepetually onto a state of high with a craving for sex and to orgasm, with her body restraining her from quelling the raging fire in her pussy the result was only pure torture!
"You tried to swindle me. I will have none of that. For this, you will not be able to cum until the medicine wears out." he said, "But...in the meanwhile. I will have my fun with you." he said, smiling as he walked closer to her, grasping her weak and shuddering body as she was tied up, ropes binding her wrists together and her knees together as well.
Leaving her with enough space to squirm, he was quite content watching her writhe and beg for him to retract his cruel sentence. "Tell me, slut, what other potions do you have. Tell me the truth." again, the charm would have worked, as he followed her to the cupboard where she took the potion. Presumably, these would be where the other potions of the same purpose would be. Taking a small vial of green liquid, he asked her "What does this do?"
Curious, he then lay her wand onto the ground, his hands playing with her pussy as he wanted to hear her answer. And as he anticipated her elation rising, he withdrew his hands, fingers slobbering with her pussy juices right in front of her lips, as if to command her without saying to lick them clean.
Aria watched in horror as her hair was placed into the locket, her fate sealed. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and her eyes widened. Her hand that had been between her lussy lips, trying to rub her off retracted at his order, her body unable to break his spell though her mind was still in tact, fully aware she was being controlled. She found herself lifted and tied to a wall, unable to move but only writhe as she listened in horror.
"Please!" she begged, "Please let me cum! Three days and I'll go mad! Please Lord Duke, allow me relief! It hurts! Please!"
When he asked her for her potions, she tired not to speak, but her body was no more under her control and the words flowed. "I have potions designed to temporary enlarge a man's penis, to enlarge breasts. I have potions designed to increase a man's cumming ability. I have potions designed to be aphrodisiacs like this, for various period of times, the longest being five days. I have potions to increase male vigor. To prevent a woman from giving birth until she so chooses. Potions to kill a man in his sleep. Potions to make a person blind temporarily. Potions to heal and harm. I have all kinds of potions."
When he returned and his hand dove for her pussy, she began to buck against it. Her body was so desperate to cum. But he moved away, and his wet hand was at her mouth. She sucked his juices, licking them expertly as she tried to please him, her orgasm so desperately needed. When she was done, she answered, "It's designed to tighten a woman's pussy. Depending on how much is rubbed, the pussy grows tighter. Please, insert into me again, please Lord Duke!"
"Please!" she begged, "Please let me cum! Three days and I'll go mad! Please Lord Duke, allow me relief! It hurts! Please!"
When he asked her for her potions, she tired not to speak, but her body was no more under her control and the words flowed. "I have potions designed to temporary enlarge a man's penis, to enlarge breasts. I have potions designed to increase a man's cumming ability. I have potions designed to be aphrodisiacs like this, for various period of times, the longest being five days. I have potions to increase male vigor. To prevent a woman from giving birth until she so chooses. Potions to kill a man in his sleep. Potions to make a person blind temporarily. Potions to heal and harm. I have all kinds of potions."
When he returned and his hand dove for her pussy, she began to buck against it. Her body was so desperate to cum. But he moved away, and his wet hand was at her mouth. She sucked his juices, licking them expertly as she tried to please him, her orgasm so desperately needed. When she was done, she answered, "It's designed to tighten a woman's pussy. Depending on how much is rubbed, the pussy grows tighter. Please, insert into me again, please Lord Duke!"
Ohoho...so many potions, so little time to experiment on them all! Her panting and shuddering form ever so seductive, the look she gave to him was utterly priceless as he glossed over the inventory. He presumed they were all in order as he lined them up, smiling as he walked closer to her with the green vial. "Good girl." he consoled her, softly stroking her hair, kissing her lips passionately with his tongue wrestling her own, before parting away in a heartbeat. "Because you tried to swindle me, you will not be able to cum until I deem it proper. Am I clear?" he sternly commanded her. Without her hands or his stimulation, it would be impossible to quell the burning sensation within her loins, leaving her to endure, weakly, the powers of her own concoction.
The potion which prevented childbirth would be indeed useful, especially when he would just rape her time and time again without a care in the world if she gets pregnant. Popping off the cork to the bottle, he smeared a handful onto his hand while the other lifted up her skirt to reveal her shaven puss. So immodest! Not even a single attempt to cover up. "My my....you're clean shaven. Were you waiting for someone to mistreat your little pussy? Huh?" he asked, tickling her juicy loins with his wet hands, feeling her lips quiver and warm up as the potion began to take effect, her lips engorged and quite sensitive as her fuller lips began to almost...crave for his hands. But just when she was getting something out of the contact, his hands left her.
Turning his attention to her nipples, by this point her perky nip-nips were so engorged that they practically pushed aside the thin fabric of her bodice. Pushing aside the cloth, he slowly pinched her hard nipples, leaning in to suckle onto her teats and to bite down gently, nipping for an arousing effect. As always, just when he thought she could ride out an orgasm, he pulled away. Such cruelty, all with that devilishly handsome gaze!
Her pussy was tight, her nipples hard and her body flustered. There was no denying it: he could easily fuck her repeatedly and his body would not get used to the tightness of her tender loins. While the potion of vigor would indeed aid in that, he felt it was better to draw out her torture. "What are you, slave?" he asked, smiling as he took the scepter that she so coveted. He placed it right beneath her tight pussy, forcing her to sit up slightly. If she wanted, she could bring her self down onto it, as if fucking the cane itself to get off. But given the command he gave her, as frustrating as it was, she would never ever get off on it. And once the arousal stopped, she would simply start again...
Mind over matter, as they said. "You wanted my cane, so here: have it!" he joked about, looking at other peculiar vials, some of which are labelled. With this many potions, it came as no surprise some of them were marked just in case the petty witch forgot about them. But now their purposes would serve for her captor's favor as he looked through them...dastardly chemicals that would no doubt be used in her torture.
The potion which prevented childbirth would be indeed useful, especially when he would just rape her time and time again without a care in the world if she gets pregnant. Popping off the cork to the bottle, he smeared a handful onto his hand while the other lifted up her skirt to reveal her shaven puss. So immodest! Not even a single attempt to cover up. "My my....you're clean shaven. Were you waiting for someone to mistreat your little pussy? Huh?" he asked, tickling her juicy loins with his wet hands, feeling her lips quiver and warm up as the potion began to take effect, her lips engorged and quite sensitive as her fuller lips began to almost...crave for his hands. But just when she was getting something out of the contact, his hands left her.
Turning his attention to her nipples, by this point her perky nip-nips were so engorged that they practically pushed aside the thin fabric of her bodice. Pushing aside the cloth, he slowly pinched her hard nipples, leaning in to suckle onto her teats and to bite down gently, nipping for an arousing effect. As always, just when he thought she could ride out an orgasm, he pulled away. Such cruelty, all with that devilishly handsome gaze!
Her pussy was tight, her nipples hard and her body flustered. There was no denying it: he could easily fuck her repeatedly and his body would not get used to the tightness of her tender loins. While the potion of vigor would indeed aid in that, he felt it was better to draw out her torture. "What are you, slave?" he asked, smiling as he took the scepter that she so coveted. He placed it right beneath her tight pussy, forcing her to sit up slightly. If she wanted, she could bring her self down onto it, as if fucking the cane itself to get off. But given the command he gave her, as frustrating as it was, she would never ever get off on it. And once the arousal stopped, she would simply start again...
Mind over matter, as they said. "You wanted my cane, so here: have it!" he joked about, looking at other peculiar vials, some of which are labelled. With this many potions, it came as no surprise some of them were marked just in case the petty witch forgot about them. But now their purposes would serve for her captor's favor as he looked through them...dastardly chemicals that would no doubt be used in her torture.
Aria groaned as his tongue left her mouth. He was so awful, teasing her like this. She longed to have more of his tongue in her mouth, more of his hands on her breasts, more of his cock in her pussy. It wasn't fair! However, she whimpered rather than argue with Delamarcis, his stern tone and the access to all her dangerous potions enough to keep her quiet. Her purple eyes followed his movements, and when he uncorked the potion, she shuddered, though with arousal or fear, she couldn't tell/
"I-I like the feel of being bald," she argued, blushing at his words. She could feel his hand rubbing her, and it made her buck against. The wetness rubbing his hand as she felt her pussy tightening around it. Her lips were swelling out, and she knew she was almost as tight as she had been when she was a virgin. Aria wanted so desperately to push his hand into her, and ride it until she came. The arousal was making her unable to think straight.
Then his hands left, and she groaned with desperation. Her body thrust, bucking against the air as though hoping some non-existent friction might give her the stimulation she so desired. Her nipples were next in line to be teased, and as he pinched and sucked on them, she moaned out loud. She'd moan louder when he bit her nipples, grazing them teasingly. As she felt the orgasm start to build, he pulled away, and she groaned again. Her body was so flushed, and her juices were dripping down her legs. A puddle was forming below her legs.
"I'm just a fucking slut, a slave to my orgasm, and to you," Aria cried out, desperate to get relief.
When the scepter's cold jewel hit her pussy, she gave a little squeal. The jewel was much larger than a regular cock's head, but the rod was much thinner. She'd stretch her newly made tightness out trying to fit the emerald inside her, however, her pussy was so wet, and she was so horny. As she heard his joke, she was already beginning to grind her hips above the cool jewel, her clit rubbing against it and causing her to buck harder. Her tight pussy began to stretch for the jewel, as she shut her eyes to ignore the handsome face of the duke. The coolness of the emerald against her inner walls was both strange and exciting.
Slowly, the slutty witch managed to get her pussy to stretch. Her moans filled the air as Aria began taking the rod deeper and deeper into her pussy. She wanted to desperately to arrive at that orgasm, despite her body's strict order not to. The witch's body would never reach the orgasm her master denied her. However, she could care less as her arousal pushed her around the emerald, and finally with a pop, it was in, and she screamed out loud from this.
"I-I like the feel of being bald," she argued, blushing at his words. She could feel his hand rubbing her, and it made her buck against. The wetness rubbing his hand as she felt her pussy tightening around it. Her lips were swelling out, and she knew she was almost as tight as she had been when she was a virgin. Aria wanted so desperately to push his hand into her, and ride it until she came. The arousal was making her unable to think straight.
Then his hands left, and she groaned with desperation. Her body thrust, bucking against the air as though hoping some non-existent friction might give her the stimulation she so desired. Her nipples were next in line to be teased, and as he pinched and sucked on them, she moaned out loud. She'd moan louder when he bit her nipples, grazing them teasingly. As she felt the orgasm start to build, he pulled away, and she groaned again. Her body was so flushed, and her juices were dripping down her legs. A puddle was forming below her legs.
"I'm just a fucking slut, a slave to my orgasm, and to you," Aria cried out, desperate to get relief.
When the scepter's cold jewel hit her pussy, she gave a little squeal. The jewel was much larger than a regular cock's head, but the rod was much thinner. She'd stretch her newly made tightness out trying to fit the emerald inside her, however, her pussy was so wet, and she was so horny. As she heard his joke, she was already beginning to grind her hips above the cool jewel, her clit rubbing against it and causing her to buck harder. Her tight pussy began to stretch for the jewel, as she shut her eyes to ignore the handsome face of the duke. The coolness of the emerald against her inner walls was both strange and exciting.
Slowly, the slutty witch managed to get her pussy to stretch. Her moans filled the air as Aria began taking the rod deeper and deeper into her pussy. She wanted to desperately to arrive at that orgasm, despite her body's strict order not to. The witch's body would never reach the orgasm her master denied her. However, she could care less as her arousal pushed her around the emerald, and finally with a pop, it was in, and she screamed out loud from this.
It was most fascinating to know that deception and a few dangerous brews could turn a sultry witch into a grovelling piece of meat. Quivering to the point of near hysterics, her body openly craved something it could not receive: an orgasm. The on off, on-off treatment she had been getting did nothing to quell the flames inside of her body, instead spiking up the heat within her womb and her tingly body as orgasm was perpetually denied from her, time and time again.
With her elation and wanton lust rising and her arousal slowly falling off, the next few days the potion would be in effect would only spell true hell for the seductive witch, who suffered and withered under the intense effects of her own brew. Her pussy fluids flowed rather freely, droplets of her arousal dripping down to her saturated stockings or dripping down to the floor. Watching her try to rub against something, her attempts to buck and entice him to touch her overly sensitive bits failed, though at this point it showed just how far she was willing to go just to get off and climax.
"It's good to know that my slut can comprehend common sense." he said, smiling as usual, his hands went over to her pussy, rubbing so very gratuitously to the point where he simply stayed his hand because she did all the rubbing despite the fact the cane was quite inside of her, the emerald onto the fat end of the staff fitting well into her tight muscles with juices slowly lathering the rest of the cane itself, only to withdraw just when he could tell she was nearly cumming. Of course, knowing that, he too removed the scepter, holding the handle end towards her. "Lick it clean." poking her lips with it, he watcher her slowly work the stub, smiling as she cleaned it with her dirty tongue.
"Gooood girl. Maybe you deserve a reward..." he said, smiling as he reached out and began to caress her tender loins once again, his fingers allowing her body to impale herself upon it, over and over again until she was just a moment away from the orgasm. Just as he seemed as if he was going to give it to her, he withdrew. And all the while, he smiled as she was painfully brought back down to base line level, leaving her to fantasize about penetration or at the very least being able to cum.
This teasing had to end soon...but Karel showed no sign of stopping as he produced a ball gag from his small bag. Strapping it around her neck, it served as a reminder of silence should he see it fit. Taking her wand now, he made her open her mouth, then tapping at her cheeks to bite on it almost as a rudimentary gag. Then, he positioned the emerald once again between her legs. "Fuck that thing thirty times. Now." he commanded, going back to browsing through her inventory of potions and the various ingredients held.
With her elation and wanton lust rising and her arousal slowly falling off, the next few days the potion would be in effect would only spell true hell for the seductive witch, who suffered and withered under the intense effects of her own brew. Her pussy fluids flowed rather freely, droplets of her arousal dripping down to her saturated stockings or dripping down to the floor. Watching her try to rub against something, her attempts to buck and entice him to touch her overly sensitive bits failed, though at this point it showed just how far she was willing to go just to get off and climax.
"It's good to know that my slut can comprehend common sense." he said, smiling as usual, his hands went over to her pussy, rubbing so very gratuitously to the point where he simply stayed his hand because she did all the rubbing despite the fact the cane was quite inside of her, the emerald onto the fat end of the staff fitting well into her tight muscles with juices slowly lathering the rest of the cane itself, only to withdraw just when he could tell she was nearly cumming. Of course, knowing that, he too removed the scepter, holding the handle end towards her. "Lick it clean." poking her lips with it, he watcher her slowly work the stub, smiling as she cleaned it with her dirty tongue.
"Gooood girl. Maybe you deserve a reward..." he said, smiling as he reached out and began to caress her tender loins once again, his fingers allowing her body to impale herself upon it, over and over again until she was just a moment away from the orgasm. Just as he seemed as if he was going to give it to her, he withdrew. And all the while, he smiled as she was painfully brought back down to base line level, leaving her to fantasize about penetration or at the very least being able to cum.
This teasing had to end soon...but Karel showed no sign of stopping as he produced a ball gag from his small bag. Strapping it around her neck, it served as a reminder of silence should he see it fit. Taking her wand now, he made her open her mouth, then tapping at her cheeks to bite on it almost as a rudimentary gag. Then, he positioned the emerald once again between her legs. "Fuck that thing thirty times. Now." he commanded, going back to browsing through her inventory of potions and the various ingredients held.
Aria groaned as his hand rubbed her pussy. She was so desperately trying to get to an orgasm, and bucking around with the emerald inside her, the way his hand was on her pussy, she couldn't control her desires. Suddenly, however, he pulled the cane out from her. She cried out in shock and desperation to be filled again. Her pussy contracted shut, and she felt so empty down there.
"No!" she hissed, when suddenly the cane was at her mouth, and he ordered her to clean it. She could taste her wetness all over the emerald, and it embarrassed her. However, Aria had no choice, and she moved her tongue across the gem, slowly lapping up her juices. She was bobbing her head trying to clean the juices to her Master's satisfaction. Her tongue would flick across it, making sure all the sweet nectar was gone.
When she was done, he offered her a reward. Excited, Aria strained against her bonds, thrusting her hips out. His hand was again at her pussy. Without prompting, she impaled her hips over his hand and began furiously bobbing over his hand. However, as she neared orgasm, he never gave the order to cum. This terrified her, and she began to bob against his fingers harder, whimpering since speech had left her in this state of arousal. But his hand left, and she groaned again. Her mind was replaying the feeling of penetration. All she wanted was to feel it again.
She suddenly felt her wand in her mouth, interrupting her daydreams of being able to orgasm. Surprised, she obeyed the silent order to bite down on it. She noticed the ball-gag around her neck, and shivered. Aria wondered if she could use the wand to cast a spell, but with the way her mouth was clamped, and her head's lack of ability to mimic the same motions her hands could, she doubted it. Not to mention her dripping arousal and need for satisfaction. She felt the cool emerald between her legs now, and groaned.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto the emerald, and began to bounce up and down. Her pussy willingly accepted it, and clenched around the emerald like a vice. Her body was so hot, and her head began to loll around as she fucked herself up and down. Her body counting the amount where her mind couldn't. So absorbed in what she was doing, Aria didn't notice her wand straining as she bit down on it hard to keep from moaning. A wand was a gentle tool, and due to the way she was biting, it snapped in half, just as she finally stopped moving.
"NO!" she screamed, staring at her broken wand in shock. She began struggling, trying to reach out to it. Without her wand, Aria was nothing. She had lost any ability for her to fight back, and her link to her power. Unless she fashioned a new wand, she was as good as useless. Even her arousal wasn't enough to distract her from this loss.
"No!" she hissed, when suddenly the cane was at her mouth, and he ordered her to clean it. She could taste her wetness all over the emerald, and it embarrassed her. However, Aria had no choice, and she moved her tongue across the gem, slowly lapping up her juices. She was bobbing her head trying to clean the juices to her Master's satisfaction. Her tongue would flick across it, making sure all the sweet nectar was gone.
When she was done, he offered her a reward. Excited, Aria strained against her bonds, thrusting her hips out. His hand was again at her pussy. Without prompting, she impaled her hips over his hand and began furiously bobbing over his hand. However, as she neared orgasm, he never gave the order to cum. This terrified her, and she began to bob against his fingers harder, whimpering since speech had left her in this state of arousal. But his hand left, and she groaned again. Her mind was replaying the feeling of penetration. All she wanted was to feel it again.
She suddenly felt her wand in her mouth, interrupting her daydreams of being able to orgasm. Surprised, she obeyed the silent order to bite down on it. She noticed the ball-gag around her neck, and shivered. Aria wondered if she could use the wand to cast a spell, but with the way her mouth was clamped, and her head's lack of ability to mimic the same motions her hands could, she doubted it. Not to mention her dripping arousal and need for satisfaction. She felt the cool emerald between her legs now, and groaned.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto the emerald, and began to bounce up and down. Her pussy willingly accepted it, and clenched around the emerald like a vice. Her body was so hot, and her head began to loll around as she fucked herself up and down. Her body counting the amount where her mind couldn't. So absorbed in what she was doing, Aria didn't notice her wand straining as she bit down on it hard to keep from moaning. A wand was a gentle tool, and due to the way she was biting, it snapped in half, just as she finally stopped moving.
"NO!" she screamed, staring at her broken wand in shock. She began struggling, trying to reach out to it. Without her wand, Aria was nothing. She had lost any ability for her to fight back, and her link to her power. Unless she fashioned a new wand, she was as good as useless. Even her arousal wasn't enough to distract her from this loss.
Up until now, she seemed to live only by her expectation to recieve fleeting relief from the ravages of arousal within her body. Now, the desperation to reach orgasm slowly waned upon realization that the wand, her only tool to allow for her escape from this hellish torture was shattered, by her of all people! Of course, whether or not this discourages her further was up to debate. If anything, this may empower her courage even more to remain outlandish. Regardless, now was the perfect time to give her just what was denied from the very start: a chance to release.
Cupping his hand around her jaw, he smiled "Because you did good...I'm going to reward you." Using the exact wording as he had before, he wanted her to feel doubts toward his clemency so that he could have a reason to bring her focus back towards the pleasure of an orgasm rather than the regret and bitter sting of loss from her shattered wand. Of course, just as he wanted, his hand began to enter into her tight pussy, feeling the wetness lubricate his hand's entry. Of course, his other hand reached into her mouth, softly playing around with her mouth while the other hand thrust in and out of her pussy.
Feeling the warmth of her spasming muscles made him rethink his position. Of course, his command for her not to cum applied, if anything it would take his hands to give her the orgasm she so craved. "What's wrong, you slut? Stop looking at me with those eyes." he said, taking out his hands from her mouth, slathering saliva over her hardened nipples. Pinching and gently tugging, his tongue then went right to her tight lips, softly lathering by lashing out his tongue against her pussy.
Of course, the arousal was sure to be almost blinding. Instead, cruelly, he retracted his initial thought as yet once more, she was denied of release even though she was utterly within the spell of the potion used. Taking the vial she said to grant that of vigor, he popped the cork open and made her drink it all in. "Wouldn't want you fainting in our little torture, right?" he said, smiling as he smirked wickedly, tearing off the lilac jewel between her breasts as he threw it aside. So much work for nothing...
Then, he walked over to her, where he then untied her arms and her knees. Letting her fall to the ground, he told her "Clean up the mess you made. Now." he commanded, smiling wickedly as he commanded her to clean up the mess she made from her arousal. Then, browsing through, he found a potion that seemed to make sure she didn't need to relieve herself nor eat or drink. Forcing her to lap it all up by throwing it in with her pussy fluids on the floor, he then continued to stroke her rear as she did so.
"What other potions do you have that should be used on your slutty body?" he asked, smiling as he sat down, pulling a chair behind him and laying his foot right down on her back.
Cupping his hand around her jaw, he smiled "Because you did good...I'm going to reward you." Using the exact wording as he had before, he wanted her to feel doubts toward his clemency so that he could have a reason to bring her focus back towards the pleasure of an orgasm rather than the regret and bitter sting of loss from her shattered wand. Of course, just as he wanted, his hand began to enter into her tight pussy, feeling the wetness lubricate his hand's entry. Of course, his other hand reached into her mouth, softly playing around with her mouth while the other hand thrust in and out of her pussy.
Feeling the warmth of her spasming muscles made him rethink his position. Of course, his command for her not to cum applied, if anything it would take his hands to give her the orgasm she so craved. "What's wrong, you slut? Stop looking at me with those eyes." he said, taking out his hands from her mouth, slathering saliva over her hardened nipples. Pinching and gently tugging, his tongue then went right to her tight lips, softly lathering by lashing out his tongue against her pussy.
Of course, the arousal was sure to be almost blinding. Instead, cruelly, he retracted his initial thought as yet once more, she was denied of release even though she was utterly within the spell of the potion used. Taking the vial she said to grant that of vigor, he popped the cork open and made her drink it all in. "Wouldn't want you fainting in our little torture, right?" he said, smiling as he smirked wickedly, tearing off the lilac jewel between her breasts as he threw it aside. So much work for nothing...
Then, he walked over to her, where he then untied her arms and her knees. Letting her fall to the ground, he told her "Clean up the mess you made. Now." he commanded, smiling wickedly as he commanded her to clean up the mess she made from her arousal. Then, browsing through, he found a potion that seemed to make sure she didn't need to relieve herself nor eat or drink. Forcing her to lap it all up by throwing it in with her pussy fluids on the floor, he then continued to stroke her rear as she did so.
"What other potions do you have that should be used on your slutty body?" he asked, smiling as he sat down, pulling a chair behind him and laying his foot right down on her back.
Aria stared in horror at her broken wand. Everything else seemed to fade, until Delamarcis returned. Her eyes stared at him, the purple wide as she looked upon him with fear and horror. When she heard his words, she remembered all her orgasm torture, and it confused her. She was suddenly surprised as his hand went to her pussy and stroked it with skills that easily brought her arousal back at full force. It wasn't fair. Not again!
Aria began to buck on his hand, as she sucked on the fingers that entered her mouth. Her eyes were begging him for an orgasm as she tried to speak. However, it came out muffled. Instead, she simply continued to moan around his fingers. Her hips were grinding against his hand, despite her doubts she'd truly get that desired orgasm. His hand went from her mouth to her nipples, abusing them with his fingers. She moaned out softly, until his tongue came to her pussy. Now Aria's moans grew louder, as she writhed above him.
And then it was gone. Aria screamed in frustration, unable to hold back her rage and hurt with the situation. She was just so helpless! Her wand gone! Unable to use any of her magic! It was like she was just a sex toy meant to be abused, like the many pets she'd kept over the years, and it wasn't fair! She watched him tear off the lilac jewel, and again felt herself losing control. It had taken her years to find such a trinket for herself!
When she fell to the ground, she was broken. The purple-haired witch was just so lost. Delamarcis had slowly made her go from confident to broken. It was like everything about her was tearing up slowly and she wasn't the one in charge of her own transformation. It wasn't fair.
She looked to her pussy juices, and tiredly bent over. Her tongue began to lap it all up. Aria could taste her sweet juices running over the floor, and as arousing as it was, it didn't help her achieve that denied orgasm. Losing her wand still stung deep inside her, and even the licking of the juices wasn't humiliating her. She drank the potion he dropped as well, beyond caring what he did to her. When no pain arrived, she shrugged. She simply felt full, and her bladder emptied.
Aria allowed herself to be made into a footstool, simply staring at her broken wand. As she heard his orders, she replied in monotone, "I have potions you can apply to keep my nipples tingling, to create lactation, to make me stretch my bodies in ways I never knew. I have potions designed to leave my skin flawless to any abuse I receive, and the antidote that rubs it on later to make me feel the pain after being abused. I have a potion when given can make a woman believe she craves the taste of cum. Which do you wish for, Master?"
Aria began to buck on his hand, as she sucked on the fingers that entered her mouth. Her eyes were begging him for an orgasm as she tried to speak. However, it came out muffled. Instead, she simply continued to moan around his fingers. Her hips were grinding against his hand, despite her doubts she'd truly get that desired orgasm. His hand went from her mouth to her nipples, abusing them with his fingers. She moaned out softly, until his tongue came to her pussy. Now Aria's moans grew louder, as she writhed above him.
And then it was gone. Aria screamed in frustration, unable to hold back her rage and hurt with the situation. She was just so helpless! Her wand gone! Unable to use any of her magic! It was like she was just a sex toy meant to be abused, like the many pets she'd kept over the years, and it wasn't fair! She watched him tear off the lilac jewel, and again felt herself losing control. It had taken her years to find such a trinket for herself!
When she fell to the ground, she was broken. The purple-haired witch was just so lost. Delamarcis had slowly made her go from confident to broken. It was like everything about her was tearing up slowly and she wasn't the one in charge of her own transformation. It wasn't fair.
She looked to her pussy juices, and tiredly bent over. Her tongue began to lap it all up. Aria could taste her sweet juices running over the floor, and as arousing as it was, it didn't help her achieve that denied orgasm. Losing her wand still stung deep inside her, and even the licking of the juices wasn't humiliating her. She drank the potion he dropped as well, beyond caring what he did to her. When no pain arrived, she shrugged. She simply felt full, and her bladder emptied.
Aria allowed herself to be made into a footstool, simply staring at her broken wand. As she heard his orders, she replied in monotone, "I have potions you can apply to keep my nipples tingling, to create lactation, to make me stretch my bodies in ways I never knew. I have potions designed to leave my skin flawless to any abuse I receive, and the antidote that rubs it on later to make me feel the pain after being abused. I have a potion when given can make a woman believe she craves the taste of cum. Which do you wish for, Master?"
Watching her lap up the juices that she had left, Karel simply smiled as he lay his feet upon her kneeling, hunched over slave. Humiliated, broken and pliable, even without the command from the charm it seemed like it was second nature for her to obey his words willingly. As she stated the effects of the potions that she had created, he gazed upon one on a violet flask. He didn't know what this one did, but for sure he could easily find out. If he grew tired of her he could make her taste her own medicine and laugh at the effect without a care in the world if she died or not.
"Ohohoho...I would like a taste of your tit milk, but that is for another time. For now..." he said, smiling as he grasped her hair, whispering faintly to her ear "You want to cum, do you not?" he asked, "Well, I will consider letting you climax soon." he said, smiling as he took out a nefarious looking device. "But as with all things, you have to work for them."
And by working, it meant by him pulling her up with ease, slipping her clothes off which came by easily given how sweaty and hot her skin was, leaving only her utterly drenched pantyhose/stockings on her. Tying her arms tight, with her wrists to wrist, elbow to elbow the position made her posture go from slouching to a straight stand, making her breast ride forward to further accentuate her assets. Placing a ball-gag upon her mouth, he took a pair of clamps, placing them onto her nipples and using a leash that is joined from the two clamps, yanked it slightly to form as a leash.
Then, her vibrator was inserted within her still-tight and sensitive body, turning up the speed to an arousing yet frustratingly low buzz. Tugging the nipple clamp leash, he made her walk forward, leading her almost if she was a dog. "Repeat after me: 'This is master's cock. Without this cock I am nothing. Without me, the cock is nothing' . " he said, tugging a little more assertively to the point where one clipped right off, causing great pain and even greater arousal, which was then reprised when he simply reattached it onto her left tit.
"Ohohoho...I would like a taste of your tit milk, but that is for another time. For now..." he said, smiling as he grasped her hair, whispering faintly to her ear "You want to cum, do you not?" he asked, "Well, I will consider letting you climax soon." he said, smiling as he took out a nefarious looking device. "But as with all things, you have to work for them."
And by working, it meant by him pulling her up with ease, slipping her clothes off which came by easily given how sweaty and hot her skin was, leaving only her utterly drenched pantyhose/stockings on her. Tying her arms tight, with her wrists to wrist, elbow to elbow the position made her posture go from slouching to a straight stand, making her breast ride forward to further accentuate her assets. Placing a ball-gag upon her mouth, he took a pair of clamps, placing them onto her nipples and using a leash that is joined from the two clamps, yanked it slightly to form as a leash.
Then, her vibrator was inserted within her still-tight and sensitive body, turning up the speed to an arousing yet frustratingly low buzz. Tugging the nipple clamp leash, he made her walk forward, leading her almost if she was a dog. "Repeat after me: 'This is master's cock. Without this cock I am nothing. Without me, the cock is nothing' . " he said, tugging a little more assertively to the point where one clipped right off, causing great pain and even greater arousal, which was then reprised when he simply reattached it onto her left tit.
Aria whimpered as she nodded, still feeling broken. Her dignity gone, her life bleak, she only had her orgasms available to her. It made her scared and aroused at the same time. Was this how her pets used to feel before she discarded them? So long ago she'd been in his position. Now she was nothing in comparison to him. Just a fuck-toy meant to be broken.
As if to confirm it, he pulled out some strange toys. Within seconds, she was was stripped besides her stockings. Her arms came up behind her, and she was now jutting her breasts out in this uncomfortable position. She willingly took the gag, which was a bit bigger than her mouth, and then screamed out when the clamps were attached. This caused drool to drip from her mouth, and she moaned in horror. Unable to stop drooling, she shamefacedly watched the leash attach to her clamps. A vibrator was stuffed into her pussy, and she groaned. Again he was teasing her, and she needed that orgasm!
Stumbling, Aria moved forward as he tugged on her clamps. She screamed into the gag, though her nipple craved the way the clamp was tugged off. She crawled behind him, and in muffled sounds, tried to repeat was what being told of her. The ball gag forced more drool from her mouth, as she said, "Ishhh...ashtteers...ckkks," she groaned out, "Wesht isssh oook, immm nosshhng. Weeesht mmmm, ee occkkk eessh, noshht."
As Aria moved on the ground, her hips bucked into the air, and she was looking at him with pleading eyes. Had she finally earned herself an orgasm? She doubted it, but her hope was the only thing that really kept her sane.
As if to confirm it, he pulled out some strange toys. Within seconds, she was was stripped besides her stockings. Her arms came up behind her, and she was now jutting her breasts out in this uncomfortable position. She willingly took the gag, which was a bit bigger than her mouth, and then screamed out when the clamps were attached. This caused drool to drip from her mouth, and she moaned in horror. Unable to stop drooling, she shamefacedly watched the leash attach to her clamps. A vibrator was stuffed into her pussy, and she groaned. Again he was teasing her, and she needed that orgasm!
Stumbling, Aria moved forward as he tugged on her clamps. She screamed into the gag, though her nipple craved the way the clamp was tugged off. She crawled behind him, and in muffled sounds, tried to repeat was what being told of her. The ball gag forced more drool from her mouth, as she said, "Ishhh...ashtteers...ckkks," she groaned out, "Wesht isssh oook, immm nosshhng. Weeesht mmmm, ee occkkk eessh, noshht."
As Aria moved on the ground, her hips bucked into the air, and she was looking at him with pleading eyes. Had she finally earned herself an orgasm? She doubted it, but her hope was the only thing that really kept her sane.
"Good, good..." he whispered, enticingly stroking and tickling her exposed body, whether it be poking around her belly button or her hairless armpits, the torture refused to wane while his hands freely explored her body. After that, he tugged the nipple clamp leash once again, forcing her to continue moving lest she would be placing sharper pressure right against her hardened, aroused nipple. "Keep walking, whore. Your day isn't over until I tell you it is."
Such stark words, a reminder of what she had become: his puppet, a toy and a sex slave existing only to amuse him. Then, noticing that she was almost shaking, quivering with need, he then smiled when a hand reached into her pussy. Was it to be yet another denial? "Since you are nothing without my cock, I will definitely treat you to it's taste later. But for now, remove these clamps." he commanded.
His voice was firm and assured when he told her to simply pull off the clamps. Wondering if she would defy him, he smiled when he tugged the nipple clamp leash up, forcing her to her feet when he pulled on the clamps his way rather tightly. All she had to do was tug on the opposite side. "If master gives you a chance to cum, what do you say?" he asked, smiling when she had torn off the harsh clamps, resulting in an overwhelming amount of pain when blood rushed back to her embattled nipples.
Leaving her panting on the ground, he then spiked up the vibrator, his tongue flicking at her nipples. "Count backwards from ten. Then ask for permission to cum." he commanded, hands massaging her still-full lips, feeling her feminine nectar lather against his hands.
Such stark words, a reminder of what she had become: his puppet, a toy and a sex slave existing only to amuse him. Then, noticing that she was almost shaking, quivering with need, he then smiled when a hand reached into her pussy. Was it to be yet another denial? "Since you are nothing without my cock, I will definitely treat you to it's taste later. But for now, remove these clamps." he commanded.
His voice was firm and assured when he told her to simply pull off the clamps. Wondering if she would defy him, he smiled when he tugged the nipple clamp leash up, forcing her to her feet when he pulled on the clamps his way rather tightly. All she had to do was tug on the opposite side. "If master gives you a chance to cum, what do you say?" he asked, smiling when she had torn off the harsh clamps, resulting in an overwhelming amount of pain when blood rushed back to her embattled nipples.
Leaving her panting on the ground, he then spiked up the vibrator, his tongue flicking at her nipples. "Count backwards from ten. Then ask for permission to cum." he commanded, hands massaging her still-full lips, feeling her feminine nectar lather against his hands.
Aria struggled as she walked behind him. Her sore nipples were being drowned out by the heat where his touches lingered. She shimmered as she moved, wondering what he'd do to her now, and feeling pathetic that she could do nothing to stop him. Her pathetic feeling only increased when he spoke. Shame-faced, she looked to the ground as he teased her pussy, her soft moans lingering in the air as she tried to get some release.
But as always, those few moments of pleasure came with a heavy price. His hand left her wet needy pussy. He wanted her to remove the clamps, how? Aria stared at him in uncertainty. Her hips wiggled, and then be tugged. She cried out in pain, her nipples aching as she did so. Her whimpers filled the room as she leaned back, and then they tore off. Aria screamed in agony as the blood rushed back to the hard nubs.
Weekly she said thank you to him, grovelling as she did. It changed when the vibrations increased in her cunt. The girl's hips writhed as her nipples ached. Then they were being sucked, and she moaned, the orgasm growing. Her thighs were so drenched in juices, some of which dried as a residue. The scent of her sex filled he air.
"Uhnn.." She began counting, drooling as she did so. She was dizzy from the pain, misinterpreting the instructions unfortunately. It did not help that she was moaning as well. No, instead it made her drool dribble from her mouth down her chin, her tits arching to his tongue. The intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure making her pant.
"Tuhh...ugh..terrree..." She continued, her hips gyrating as she did. It wasn't long until she reached ten, accidentally saying six twice. Her violet eyes glanced hopefully, awaiting her hopeful freedom from this lustful haze.
But as always, those few moments of pleasure came with a heavy price. His hand left her wet needy pussy. He wanted her to remove the clamps, how? Aria stared at him in uncertainty. Her hips wiggled, and then be tugged. She cried out in pain, her nipples aching as she did so. Her whimpers filled the room as she leaned back, and then they tore off. Aria screamed in agony as the blood rushed back to the hard nubs.
Weekly she said thank you to him, grovelling as she did. It changed when the vibrations increased in her cunt. The girl's hips writhed as her nipples ached. Then they were being sucked, and she moaned, the orgasm growing. Her thighs were so drenched in juices, some of which dried as a residue. The scent of her sex filled he air.
"Uhnn.." She began counting, drooling as she did so. She was dizzy from the pain, misinterpreting the instructions unfortunately. It did not help that she was moaning as well. No, instead it made her drool dribble from her mouth down her chin, her tits arching to his tongue. The intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure making her pant.
"Tuhh...ugh..terrree..." She continued, her hips gyrating as she did. It wasn't long until she reached ten, accidentally saying six twice. Her violet eyes glanced hopefully, awaiting her hopeful freedom from this lustful haze.