I dangled there, wrists burning in the cuffs, my toes barely skimming the floor.
The violet woman slipped behind me, vanishing from sight, and my heart hammered with dread.
Suddenly, hands emerged—one gently prying my lips apart while the other forced a ball gag into my mouth.
My muffled protest was a pitiful hum, my voice stifled as I tried to demand what she had in mind.
Her fingers found my pussy, sliding in with a slow, deliberate stroke that jolted me.
The sensation was alien—wet, intrusive, a cold shock against my heated skin that morphed into a strange, tingling warmth spreading from my core.
Then she stretched me, her fingers spreading wider, a sharp sting radiating as my muscles clenched in protest.
The ache pulsed through my thighs, my legs trembling, but beneath it, a confusing heat flickered, tugging at my resistance with every probing movement.
Next, she inserted a vibrating dildo.
The low buzz hummed against my sensitive flesh, a relentless vibration that made my breath hitch and my body tense.
It felt like my insides were quivering, a mix of panic and an unwanted pleasure that flushed my skin with heat.
The toy pulsed deeper, each wave sending a shiver up my spine, my mind reeling as arousal crept in despite my fury.
She stepped forward, her face close, and pinched my nipples, tweaking them with a teasing twist.
The sting was immediate, a sharp bite that shot straight to my core, morphing into a tingling rush that made my knees buckle.
I hated how my body arched into her touch, my mind screaming to stop while this new form begged for more, the dual sensations warring within me.
Then she retreated to the bed, retrieving a black strap-on from underneath.
My eyes widened as she adjusted the chains, lowering me into a near-right angle, my face inches from the toy.
She gripped my hair, tilting my head.
"This is going in you," she said, her voice a commanding purr.
"Lubed or dry—your call."
I couldn't respond, the gag muffling me.
Sensing my struggle, she reached up and unbuckled the ball gag, letting it drop with a soft thud.
I gasped, my jaw aching, saliva trailing as I croaked, "Lubed, please."
She nodded, applying a slick coating, the cool gel a stark contrast to my flushed skin.
She guided the strap-on to my lips, and hesitant, I opened my mouth.
As it entered, the rubbery tip pressed against my tongue, its smooth surface filling me with a strange, heavy pressure.
The taste was bland yet foreign, the bulk stretching my jaw, triggering a gag reflex that made my throat tighten.
It felt wrong—awkward and invasive—yet a bizarre thrill tingled at the edges of my panic, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she slid it in slowly, stopping at half its length.
My mind rebelled, but my body adjusted, a confusing warmth pooling as I struggled to breathe around it.
She moved behind me, removing the vibrating dildo with a gentle tug that left me momentarily empty.
Then the strap-on pressed against my pussy, its lubed tip nudging my entrance.
As it slid in, a slow, stretching burn radiated outward, my muscles clenching around the intrusion.
The sensation was overwhelming—sharp at first, then softening into a deep, aching fullness that made my legs quake.
She began to rock me, each thrust a deliberate push that sent waves of pressure through my core.
The rhythm built, my body swaying with the chains, the friction igniting a heat that spread from my pelvis to my chest.
My breath hitched, my mind a chaos of resistance and rising pleasure, the rocking motion grinding against sensitive spots I didn't know I had.
As she quickened the pace, the pleasure intensified, a tight coil forming low in my belly.
My skin prickled with sweat, my nipples hardening as the buildup pushed me closer to the edge.
Every thrust sent a jolt, my body trembling, my mind screaming to stop while my hips betrayed me, tilting to meet her.
The tension peaked, a white-hot wave crashing over me, and I climaxed hard.
A scream tore from my throat, raw and unrestrained, as my juices gushed, soaking her and the floor beneath.
The release was explosive, my vision blurring, my body shuddering with aftershocks as the popup flashed: 40 silver coins credited.
I hung there, panting, the chains biting my wrists, my mind a haze of exhaustion and disbelief, wondering how many more times I'd have to endure to break free of this nightmare.