‘The Darkest Arts: Sex Hexes Most Tormenting.’

They had learned many new incantations from the sex education classes, but this small group knew that there must be a genre of spells harvested from the dark arts to also try out… and so they were right.

The restricted area of the library was a treasure trove of wicked delights, though one book stood out, ‘The Darkest Arts – Sex Hexes Most Tormenting’. They were cautious at first, yet upon closer inspection they realised just what kind of spells they were dealing with. They wanted to see them in action; they’d only be able to master them with plenty of practice.

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She knows she cannot get away, that she is secured with no chance of escape. Yet she will try, she will strain against the rope.

Her body will twist and writhe, doing all it can to evade that constant vibration pressed so mercilessly to her sex.

What began as a simple flutter against her pussy has now become a tremor, one she cannot escape from, no matter how much she struggles.

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In these times of peace, the lord of this region had honed his methods of dominance in other ways. Having trained his mind and body to astonishing levels of control and endurance, he had become a living sex machine beyond any other parallel. At his whim, he would have his servants bring him a new girl freshly chosen to serve as his pleasure doll.

While this girl was treated like a princess, she would soon succumb to an experience no other woman could ever prepare herself for.

The servants would tease her for an hour without orgasm, making sure she was ready. Stripped, seduced and succumbing to her body’s needs, she was all his for the taking.

Holding her in his grasp, he began the motion which, to her, seemed to never end. Over and over he would thrust into her, never stopping, never slowing down, never speeding up. The same constant pounding always brought the same tortures to his pleasure dolls. Whether the girls could last for hours or merely minutes, he was a machine to whom sexual stamina nothing at all…

At first she pleaded for him to speed up. A while later, she was begging him to slow down, yet still his pace did not falter. His grip on her tight, he continued to fuck her without mercy or empathy, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her while he held his own back, feeling her continuously quivering around his always twitching shaft. No matter how much her cries echoed throughout his palace, no matter how often she passed out or begged him to stop, he continued tirelessly for hour after hour. By the time the next week came, she’d once again be hoping that it was her time to be chosen.

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