"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun".
‘’Hold her hands still, she is going to answer my questions, no matter how long it takes.’’
They worked her pussy over for hours. She would tell them anything they wanted, anything to stop climax after climax being drilled from her tenderness. No matter how much she begged and pleaded that she knew nothing, that they had the wrong person, they were going to keep torturing her with orgasms until she was a broken, whimpering wreck.
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.
Simply the opening of a private teasing session. A little insight into someone being so turned on and aroused by the sensations that even the smallest things can bring about such intense reactions. What followed after can be left to the imagination. Just think to yourself, how it would feel being so turned on that just sucking your nipple could elicit such a reaction. Now think to yourself how it would feel when that mouth moves down to an even more sensitive little spot…