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Careful of what you wish for (Ella X QB)

Smiling, he would surely grant her request, despite the fact it seemed so easy to manipulate her in the haze of thick arousal that seemed to have taken cadence. Despite that, even he knew she deserved some reward. And while at first it seemed that she would get her first release, he felt it was appropriate if she had two, three or possibly more orgasms to follow. Karel smirked at the prospect of the seemingly perverted and nasty plot.

Hearing her scream in agony was a cacophony that was music to his ears. Reveling in her misery, he whispered "Now, I shall reward you. Good work, slut." he congratulated her, but as with all things, her release came with a condition. "You can only cum when I command you to."

Without warning, his hand returned to her needy pussy, now stroking around her tender lips and rolling her delicious clit with his finger clasped near the groin area, two fingers inserted in and out while the other aroused her clitoris and outer lips. Meanwhile, his other hand softly touched her right nipple as he learned right behind her, letting her feel his hardened shaft poking from outside right against her butt.

"Repeat after me: I am your slut, I want your cock. Now, repeat this until I tell you that you could cum." at this point, judging by how her breathing and her body clenched, she was at the peak of arousal, it was just up to her body to release it. "Say it ten times and I will let you cum."Of course, he didn't expect her to carry through with it. It was as if he was simply giving her these impossible demands just to punish her. Or...maybe she would?
 
Aria whimpered when he promised her orgasm, and offered her praise. She craved those words, god how lovely they sounded. The idea that he was pleased by her made Aria want more of him, all over her. His smirk worried her, and she knew he was thinking something dastardly in that devil-mind of his. However, he moved to finger her from behind, rubbing her clit and increasing her arousal. Her hips bucked to his hand as she groaned and moaned into the air. Her ass was arching invitingly to his shaft.

"I-ahhhmm.... yoohhh...... shhluhhh," she moaned against the ball-gag, barely able to keep her legs up as she did, "I-I waahnnshh yoooohh....cuhhhckkk!" Her drool dripped down her chin as she repeated the words, over and over again. Her arousal was higher and higher, and her body was aching from the lack of orgasm. She wondered if she could last as she began to feel dizzy, her body being denied the natural response.

She tried desperately to say it ten times, but by the sixth, even if she was trying to say it, the garbled nonsense she spewed against the ball gag in her lust was unidentifiable, even to the trained ear. It was rather a strange mix of moans and gurgles, needy for more.
 
"I said six, not ten." he whispered, "Or are you really not going to follow my orders?" Of course holding in a much wanted orgasm would be hard, especially now that he simply stopped expecting her to finish it, he simply whispered "I"ll punish you for your infraction. But first, cum." he commanded, smiling as he lifted the enchantment, letting her body be naturally able to reach climax though at the point she was in from how much arousal she had weathered and the denials too, she may as well experience a very powerful orgasm just from hearing his command. Smiling, he then took what looked like a small, pill-shaped pink oval, smiling as he turned the dial on the remote as it shuddered, vibrating extremely fast. "Since all you want is to cum, I'll let you have only that." he said, smiling as he shoved the bullet into her puss, letting it whir inside her body uncontrollably. Sneaking the remote onto her stockings, near her creamy wet thighs the remote remained, unable to be removed.

Atleast now an orgasm would be feasible, however...as it ravaged her already hypersensitive love tunnel, a new form of torture would surely begin now, especially when he led her to the living room, taking out a few more ropes. "Tell me girl, did you ever want to fly?" he asked, slyly tying a few ropes above, with her arms drawn backwards and her legs bound extremely tightly, leaving her hanging down. The rope bra woven into her body made her breasts pretty much perk up even further. The position was extremely intense, taxing on the body and for sure the arousal was taxing on the mind as her overly sensitive, tight and vibrated love tunnel would be brought to countless orgasms.

"Let's see if you can endure up to 25." he said, smiling, "But before that...tell me...what were you planning to do to me, slave?"
 
Aria whimpered at his harsh words, but as soon as he said cum, everything else was forgotten. She screamed out as her juices rushed down her body and out of her pussy, gushing like a torrent as they splattered around her legs and the floor. Aria lost all mobility in her legs from the heady orgasm he provided, and her eyes even almost rolled back in her head.

As her pussy spasmed from the after effects of such a strong orgasm, Delamarcis was already inserting a new toy into her. Aria cried out as her sensitive tunnel was intruded upon by the bullet. She could feel it whirring in her body, and she panted and moaned. Like jelly, she was moved easily to hang above the ground. The rope burned her skin as she wiggled. Her twisting hips caused her tits to jiggle as she moved around, cumming for the second time with a loud yell. Her cunt spasmed from the intensity of the orgasm.

"I-I wush pl-aahhninsh," she groaned around the ball gag, trying desperately to remember as her pussy began heading to the next orgasm, "TUhh teehhh yuhhs uhhp....ugh..ahhhnd tehhhst...ahhh...yehh ashh-ahhh-huhhle!"
 
He really didn't catch much of what she said, but regardless, he continued to punish her by fingering her already tender pussy. Countless orgasm denials made her body extremely sensitive, to the point where he could cruelly draw orgasms from her body simply by stroking her pussy. Of course, with each other orgasm her torture would grow unbearable, to remind her that he was her new master. And with various magical brews, it would make her servitude extremely strenuous. The only thing was, how much time until she would break?

"Tell me this, slave: think you can make me more of that potion? Would work really well if you were constantly horny and demanding my dick." he said, smiling as he then took the charm, saying "You will now orgasm countless until I command you not to. You will not black out today." Cruel, oh so cruel, letting her dangle around in such tight and inescapable bondage, unable to set herself free from the clutches of the ropes or even the vibrator that seemed to buzz to no end.

Looking through her list of potions, he pocketed another vial of that potion that made her extremely tight, especially the one that would grant her more vigor as well as the potion he had initially used on her. Walking back after only five minutes, he asked "How many times had you cum?" It was time for her to realize that this day would be especially long, much like the rest of her life as she would now be his fucktoy.
 
Aria whimpered as she couldn't stop cumming. Everything that had been done to her made her super sensitive. Her body was on fire, and her third and fourth orgasm shuddered through her body as she hung in the air. His questions to make him potions made her angry and nervous. Of course she could brew potions, but the idea that he wanted her to make her own torture devices terrified her.

"Y-yehh mash-ahh-mashta!" She groaned out, her violet eyes clouded over with hot lust as she orgasmed for the fifth time when the bullet buzzed around her pussy.

As he left, Aria's tunnel clamped around four more times. She cried out in lust and pain. He orgasms in her were unbelievable, but they terrified her rather than pleased her in anyway. Aria felt like she was going to die from the pleasure.

"Fohhh!" She moaned to her master, her hips writhing as she bounced around in the air and her breasts jiggled wildly as she moaned And grunted.
 
"Only 9 in total? What a shame." he said, "I want to put you through 100 orgasms." he said, smiling as he turned up the speed of her vibrator, earning an instant effect as she came just as the speed intensified. All those denials was making it way too easy to orgasm. And soon, she would wish that she would be denied orgasms by the time he was through with her. "With that potion I gave you, I can keep you in bondage for as long as I want. It won't cause wounds and it will always leave you awake. Can't have you dozing of in orgasm duty, no?"

100 orgasms...how hard was it to endure all 9 and now, 100?! Was he insane? Lowering her slightly, he took out four more vibrators, two buds crammed right above and below her nipples, a dildo instead crammed right into her hole gently in order to prevent her proof from being destroyed, as well as another that went straight to her anus. Taping the remotes close, all buzzing at full power he poured a bit more of her potion right onto her body, kissing her ball-gagged mouth before setting her hat onto her head. "Enjoy..."

He smiled wickedly as he pulled up on the rope, slowly raising her up until she was five feet into the air, dangling right at the roof. There, he waved, commanding her "Count your orgasms otherwise I'll make you stay there longer and beyond 100 orgasms!" he said, smirking wickedly as he explored around her home, looking at curious treasures and belongings...
 
Aria screamed out as she bounced over the floor. Hanging in the uncomfortable position strained her arms and legs. The rope scalded her skin and left red marks as she strained against it. Her eyes were wide, and tears poured down her face as she tried to count the orgasms. But there were too many.

Each touch of the vibrator as it thrummed in her ass, her cunt, her nipples, sent her over the edge. She lost track shortly after twenty of her orgasms, and simply swayed and rocked in the air. She could barely think, barely see what was going on. Her violet hair drooped around her face, and was damp from the sweat. A large puddle where her juices from the arousal formed below her. Cum never had a chance to dry on her body, there was too much flowing.

Her eyes rolled back in her head at one point. Aria was so dizzy. She tried to keep an eye on the duke, but she couldn't. She could barely remember her own name at this point. All Aria knew was the tingling all over her body, the whirring of vibrators. The feel of her body's pain and pleasure as she writhed in the air.

Her house was filled with pleasures for the Duke to look at. She had odd knick-nacks. Hair clips of all kinds. Jewelry of Aria's was in her chests. The witch was certainly rich. She had gems of various sizes. Her kitchen was filled with various spoons and spatulas. Sshe had was a whip she used on the horse she'd had a long time ago. A lean, black whip with just one thin strand. More items danced in the drawers and shelves.
 
All these treasures...all these fine articles...just how much did she swindle from any customer she had? And to think if he had fallen for her charms his emerald being within her collection and his well-sculpted body as well would have been hers! His eyes saw the single-strand whip and smiled. This would surely come in handy! Taking articles of jewelry he liked, he did enjoy the idea of simply taking everything she had and burning down the rest, but...with her as his slut, he could do just about anything! In fact, acquiring a harem of gagged, drooling beauties might not be so impossible now!

Walking back to look down at his bound and gagged slave, droplets of drool fell from above, along with some of her fluids, leaving a puddle on the floor. The hat remained on her head, quite a feat to say, especially since she erratically twitched and struggled in her tight bondage.

Lowering his slave, he made it a point for that she could see him holding the whip she previously owned. Nothing like marking up his slave with a few scars that would inevitably heal... "So, how many orgasms, slut?" he asked, forcing her to look up to him.
 
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