Day Two.
I spent most of my time in bed twisting and turning in fear of whatever I could describe… that as. To my relief, that wretched creature showed me some mercy; the attack in Ahri's room being the last for hopefully a while…
That was the worst part; not knowing when it'll return…
I only managed to get what felt like a terrible three hours of sleep. I stumbled out of my bed and into my uniform before emerging from my room like a zombie. I dragged my feet to the washroom, and then afterward, I headed towards the showers. I had this inclination, of course, to rid my body of the filth coating it.
Filth composed of my sweat, and this certain liquid…
A liquid that wasn't cum, but the lubricant spawned from my arousal; juices which I could only describe as my… excitement.
As I walked into the change room, I saw a neatly folded uniform resting atop one of the wooden benches. I rolled my eyes, upset that I had spent too much time getting here before anyone else. My eyes moved over to the wet, wooden door which led into the shower room to see small clouds of steam emanating from beneath it. For some reason, there are no personal showers in this entire mansion. I'm sure that stupid decision was Evelynn's. That blue-skinned bitch did so in hopes of four wet and naked maids beneath the waters, covered in soap, and each other. It's already happened hundreds, if not thousands of times - especially in this brothel of a workplace…
"Ugh…"
I stripped myself of my uniform and dropped all of its pieces on a random bench, looking down at my naked body to be reminded of my predicament, seeing the curse marks glaring back at me. I rose one arm over my breasts while placing the other between my thighs, covering them before barging into the shower room. As I stepped inside, my eyes were greeted by LeBlanc's wet and naked body, her hands running through her purple hair as she turned to glance at me over her shoulder. Her brow scrunched up as to why I was covering myself up, considering where we were, but what she didn't know was that I was hiding more than just my privates…
I moved to stand beneath the first showerhead, the one furthest from hers; the fourth and the last. I turned my back to her before I moved my hands to adjust the shower knob, ensuring that she wouldn't see my curse marks. A weak smile came to my lips as soon as I felt the heavenly, warm water embrace my body and within seconds, my anger began to wither away. It helped that at least LeBlanc was the one I had to share the shower with and not some loud-mouthed slut. She keeps to herself, proving this by not even bothering to bring up what she saw of me yesterday…
I reached for a bottle of body wash on the shelf in front of me and opened it up, pouring its contents into my palm. I placed it back and then lathered the soap against my body, making sure to reach every inch of skin that I possibly could. The filth coating my flesh began to wash away, bringing me some solace - but of course - as soon as I acknowledged that…
…
…No.
…Not here…
I looked down with wide eyes to catch the curse marks already glowing pink, my heart rate quickening as I could already sense the monster clinging to my back. I froze up as I felt the cold sensation of one of its tentacles slithering down between the cheeks of my backside, my face twisting with anguish as I worried that it would enter me where one should never enter…
Please… not there…
The frigid tip of the tentacle slowly grazed the entrance of my anus, the rampant beat of my heart bringing my trembling body to the floor before I landed on my knees. I was stricken with fear. My teeth were grinding together as I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or water which dripped down my brow, holding my fists against my thighs as I prayed for mercy with tightly shut eyes.
...
But it didn't enter. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt continue past, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I felt it push its way between my southern lips… before beginning its merciless pumps.
"Oh!" I moaned.
My fingers sprawled apart as I placed my palms against the white-tiled wall in front of me, unable to control my hips which were moved by the monster's fervid rhythm.
"Oh…!"
The tentacle inside of me moved as if it had something to prove, thrusting in and out of my womanhood as its friends sprawled to the rest of my body. They wrapped around my breasts, my thighs, my hips, and my arms, restricting the body which I already had such little control of. I didn't bother with trying to resist; knowing that any effort to do so would be futile.
…And I couldn't help but lose myself to the pleasure.
My moans started to echo, muffled by the sounds of water pattering against the floor as I could feel my lips twist into a wretched smile; my climax already approaching.
…
But then the creature stopped.
My smile crumbled apart as the tentacles freed my limbs and withdrew from my womanhood, retreating towards my lower back, fleeing through the portal which they came from and leaving me on the brink of climax. A frustrated groan pushed its way out from between my clenched teeth, my hands turning into fists before they struck the wall in front of me.
"That was... interesting." Someone commented.
And as quickly as that tentacle came, fucked me, and left, I was reminded that I wasn't alone in here. In a frenzied panic, I pressed my thighs together before crossing my arms over my breasts. "I-I'll kill you if you tell anyone," I stammered, barely able to hear myself over the sound of my pummeling heartbeat.
She shook her head, and I couldn't help but notice the corner of her mouth twitch as if she were suppressing a smirk. "Don't worry. I won't," She replied, placing her hands on her hips to let me see her all, mocking my bashfulness. "...As long as you comply."
"What…?"
She chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my glare and everything else that just happened. "I'm interested in that body of yours."
Her tone reeked of lust and that smirk I suspected finally revealed itself.
"Don't take that the wrong way… unless you want to." She said, shaking her head. "I meant to say that I'm interested in the marks on your body."
"...And why is that?" I suspiciously asked, wondering why this woman was trying to provoke me as if she knew I was powerless...
In her eyes - considering what she just saw... I've been nothing but.
"They're curse marks, aren't they?"
The glare on my face disappeared, and an interested, yet skeptical one replaced it as I stood to my feet.
It was absolutely pitiful for one to be on their knees…
"Who cursed you?"
"Ahri," I muttered, shuddering just slightly as her name left a sour taste atop my tongue.
"Oh. That explains yesterday..." She chuckled, staring at me in a way that combined both pensiveness and perversion. "I could lift it."
Now, I'm not one who becomes easily happy, but I couldn't help but beam as a delighted trance took me over. "Great! Do it now!"
"No." She replied.
And then I couldn't believe how quickly my joy was ended.
"Could, not can." She muttered. "I'll need to further examine you… preferably in my room, and after curfew."
Her tone dripped with sexual malice, but for some reason, I felt compelled to accept. "Fine," I groaned. I had nothing better to do, and if she manages to lift it, then so be it. Nothing bad could come out of this… right?
…
Why am I still in here…?
She saw me.
On my knees.
Moaning.
Writhing.
Getting fucked.
By tentacles.
…
I stormed out of there immediately.
CUT
I had to quietly tap my knuckles against LeBlanc's door. Since she's one of the more experienced maids, she had a room upstairs – in the same hall as Evelynn's room and the guest room which Ahri was staying in.
This feeling. Worry, I think it's called. I'm not used to it.
I heard LeBlanc's voice from behind the door. "Come in."
Something's telling me I'll get used to this feeling, though.
I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, seeing LeBlanc stand up from the edge of her bed. Unlike the other maids, LeBlanc wore only one stocking on her right leg, breaking the dress code which requires both of them to be worn. In her hands was a silver and gold staff as tall as her. She rose it high into the air, and I couldn't help but keep my eyes glued to it, completely captivated. I could tell it was capable, watching as the large purple jewel which stood at its top glow purple before a quick stream of light shot towards me. I jumped in my shoes, expecting to be eviscerated, but instead, I felt nothing. I looked down at myself for any changes, but I couldn't see one at all.
And then I got angry.
"What the fuck was that?!" I angrily asked, wondering why she wasn't forbidden from using magic like the rest of us should be.
"A spell which allows me to monitor the curse." She answered. "It is essential if you wish for me to lift it."
"I don't feel a thing."
A malicious smile came to her purple lips. "Amazing, isn't it?"
Perhaps I can't detect it because my powers are gone? Or is she just that talented?
"Where does this information go?" I asked.
"Straight to my mind."
...She can't be stronger than me, right?
…
No. She can't be. I'm just thinking ridiculous thoughts because my powers are gone.
"Now, tell me about your curse." She said, sitting back down onto the edge of her bed, resting the staff across her thighs.
"Uhm…"
Well… this is going to be embarrassing.
"There are… three curse marks–"
"Show them to me." She curtly demanded.
"You already saw them."
"I didn't get a good view." She replied. "Something was in the way."
Something…
I glared at her. "No. I'm not showing them to you."
"Fine. Then you can leave."
"W-wait, b-"
"I can't lift your curse if you don't comply." She said, cutting me off again. "It's not as simple as casting a mere spell. I must examine you. I must gain knowledge about the spell. And then, I can lift it."
I hate when people cut me off.
"Remove your clothes or leave." She stated.
"…Do I have to?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded.
I scrunched my mouth up and shook my head. Whatever. It's nothing. She saw me naked today anyways.
Naked, and on your knees with something else between them…
I pulled my gloves from my hands and dropped them on the floor, looking up to see LeBlanc rest her staff on her bed beside her before leaning back, crossing one leg over the other.
It was as if she were preparing herself for a show…
I moved my eyes away and to some random corner of her room, slowly raising my arms up to my shoulders to slide the straps of my dress down my arms. Afterward, I reached below my breasts, unravelling the strings and pulling out the buttons which held the dress tight against my body, feeling it quickly become loose. My hands then fell even lower, beneath my hips, and I took hold of the uniform's short skirt. I pulled it up and brought the whole dress it was a part of over my head, dropping it on the floor before leaving myself in nothing but my uniform's headpiece, choker, stockings, and shoes…
I could feel her eyes roaming my body, and despite all wishes to do so, I kept my hands from covering myself up.
"Come closer."
I looked up and she had this pleased smile on her face, curling her index finger towards herself. My brow furrowed, and a gust of air fled my nose, but I marched forward and left myself standing only a few feet away from her.
"Closer." She repeated, but this time she sounded serious.
"Fine."
I stepped forward and eliminated nearly all the distance between us, watching her stand up before I had to take a step back to stop our noses from clashing. She chuckled, and then her eyes fell below my breasts, her head closing in towards my bosom before I could feel the warm air leaving her nose uncomfortably grace my skin…
"…Aren't you a little too close?"
"Not close enough." She replied.
I could feel the heat of every word.
And then I felt something else – and no, it wasn't the tentacles.
"W-what're you doing?!" I asked, shocked to see LeBlanc's hands taking hold of my breasts.
For some reason, I wasn't stopping her…
She didn't reply, but brushed her thumbs over the curse marks, and hopefully unintentionally, my nipples, with a pensive look on her face as if she didn't realize what she was doing.
"Where is the other one?" She asked, looking up at me.
She completely ignored the offended look on my face.
"Lower." I bitterly muttered.
She looked down for a moment but brought her gaze back up to meet mine again. "Where?"
"Lower…" I repeated.
She looked down even further and then chuckled. "Oh."
She fell to her knees and then took hold of my hips, eliciting a surprised grunt from my throat. I watched as her face slowly approached my nether regions, worrying that she was going to…
…
…
But she didn't.
She just stared, and for a long time, too. I winced each time I felt her exhale against my womanhood, and then I flinched as I felt her begin to prod at the curse mark.
"W-what're you doing?!" I stammered, taking a step back.
"Examining you." She groaned. "Why do you act so bashful?"
"B-bashful?" I said, cocking my head back. I hated being called that. "I'm sorry I'm not comfortable with you fondling me like I'm some slut."
With an annoyed look, she said, "…There's nothing wrong with being a slut, Syndra. In this mansion, girls who aren't, like you, are rare."
"I bet you're like the rest of them, then."
"Indeed."
Now… I knew I should've taken that as my cue to leave, but something was telling me that I should stay despite all the alarms blaring in my head. I had to see if she could lift the curse.
"What do these curse marks do?" She asked, changing the subject while continuing to rub her finger against the skin just right above my clitoris…
"Y-you're doing that on purpose," I muttered.
She looked up at me and smirked. "Do you want me to move my finger lower?"
I opened my mouth and furrowed my brow, hesitating to answer. For some reason, I had to think about it…
"No."
She stood up with a chuckle. "Fine."
I took a few steps back to make myself a little more comfortable. "Well… they – Ahri said that they 'won't ever let me cum, no matter how much pleasure is applied to these places…'."
"Oh. Sounds awful." She muttered unconvincingly.
To you, a slut, I bet it is.
"And randomly, the curse marks flash pink and then the – thing – you saw, attacks me."
"You mean, fucks you, right?"
I groaned but nodded my head.
"And you've confirmed that you can't cum as well, right?"
I ashamedly nodded my head once more.
"Not as innocent as we'd like to believe." She teased. "Did you have sex? Masturbate?"
"The tentacles."
"Oh." She breathed. "Oh, wow. That's quite the punishment…"
"I don't care about cumming," I stated. "I just can't handle the attacks."
"Oh, you'll care soon enough." She chuckled. "How many attacks have you experienced so far?"
"Two," I replied. "And you saw the second one."
She rose a hand to her face and cupped her chin in her fingers. Her eyes rose to the ceiling and she hummed in thought for a few moments before finally speaking. "I don't think the tentacle attacks are random."
"…No?"
"No. They happen whenever you're aroused."
"W-what?!" I half-shouted. "No. That's not possible."
"I'm sure it is, Syndra." She stated. "Were you aroused by seeing me naked? My body glistening in water?"
My brow furrowed, but not because I was upset with what she said, but that I didn't have my powers to kill her.
Another reason why I should deal with this bullshit and get her to lift the curse.
"No."
"Don't lie." She chuckled. "You had to be. Unless you happened to be turned on by those white tiles. They are quite beautiful."
"No. I wasn't." I asserted. "And what makes you so sure that the tentacles appear whenever I'm aroused?"
"I can't say for sure," She replied. "But that's what we'll be testing today."
"…Testing?" I murmured. "Why would we be testing anything?"
She rolled her eyes at me and turned around, picking up her staff before pointing it to the right of her bed. "Lifting a curse is not a simple process." She muttered, the gem glowing purple once more. "I must know everything to lift it."
A large cloud of purple mist appeared just where she was pointing her staff, and the sounds of chains rattling followed. As the mist began to dissipate, it revealed this huge, intimidation creation.
An x-cross.
The ones used for… bondage.
It was made of black metal and padded by leather of the same colour. There were cuffs on each corner, and at the bottom were two disconnected steps for the victim to step onto before being bound to it…
How can she summon something so large, so easily?
"W-what's that…?" I asked uneasily.
"You know what it is." She replied, smiling at me over her shoulder. "And you know why it's here."
I don't like where this is going…
"No," I replied. "Absolutely not!"
An alarmed look came to her face. "I need you to be quiet. Ahri's room is just across the hall, and I can't imagine what would happen to the both of us if she figured out what we're doing in here."
I glowered silently as my response.
"I need you tied to this, Syndra. I can't have you struggling."
…Struggling?
"…Why would I be struggling?" I cautiously asked.
"I'm going to test what triggers the creature to appear, and I can't have you shaking about when it does."
Anguish came to my face as I spoke. "D-do you need to?"
I don't want that thing to have its way with me again…
"Absolutely."
I began to anxiously grind my teeth together, debating whether this was worth it all. "Are you sure you can lift the curse?"
I need more justification despite me knowing that this must be done.
"Of course." She replied, giving me this reassuring smile. "But as I said, I must learn everything I possibly can before attempting to lift it."
...
Noticing my hesitation, she spoke again. "This might even be enough to lift the curse, Syndra. You only have to do this once."
…
"Fine," I muttered, stepping forward towards the x-cross.
I can handle another attack so long as it means there won't be anymore. Besides, they're not that horrible…
…
I turned around to face my back towards the x-cross, stepping back and up onto the steps. LeBlanc then walked towards me, and without warning, stood onto the steps with me, her toes over mine as our bodies pressed together…
"W-what're you doing?!" I asked, turning my head to the right so that our faces weren't so close.
Turns out, there's a dresser to my right. A dresser with a very large mirror above it, forcing me to see our reflections. I could only watch as her clothed body pressed against my naked one, my breasts smothered flat against my ribs as she rose my arms to the top of the x-cross. Soon enough, I could feel the cold metal of the cuffs come around my wrists, pinned to the top two corners before the person who locked them there finally backed off. She stepped back onto the floor and then got on her knees, cuffing both my ankles to the bottom corners before kicking the steps out from underneath me!
I let out a pitiful shriek as I felt my body suddenly drop, my heart plummeting as I expected my body to join it. But I barely moved an inch, moving my widened eyes to glare at LeBlanc who returned this sly look.
"Don't worry." She chuckled. "You won't fall."
My nostrils flared up and I tugged my wrists down and my feet forward, testing the strength of the chains. "Bitch!"
She sighed and shook her head. "Please. Be quiet."
And as she finished speaking, she began to slip the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms.
"…W-what – what are you doing?"
A devious smile came to her lips as her hands moved to pull the strings out from her uniform. "Getting naked."
"…You're kidding."
She shook her head.
"Why?!"
"Have you forgotten, Syndra? I need you aroused." LeBlanc replied, her voice now carrying this seductive allure. She pulled her dress over her head before throwing it back onto her bed behind her, bringing herself to the same state of apparel as I. "Yell again, and I will shove a gag into your mouth."
My twisted mouth opened, but a groan left it instead. I wanted to say something, but I was in no position to test her.
Just what have I gotten myself into?
LeBlanc stepped back, resting herself down onto the edge of her purple-sheeted bed. She rose her hand up to her purple smirk before taking two of her longest fingers within, engulfing them down to the very last knuckle. As she slowly sucked on them, she spread her legs as wide as they could go, granting me a view of her glistening womanhood before drawing her fingers from her mouth. The same hand then fell below her navel, methodically trailing down past her hips before coming to a stop between her thighs, the two just-wetted fingers pressing against the most-sensitive bud atop her southern lips just as her eyes met with mine…
I shook my head and dragged my eyes up her body to meet hers, ashamed that I was staring…
With a hushed tone, "I need you to watch very closely, Syndra…" She murmured; her lips licked by her tongue before her eyes began to roam my bound body. "Don't look away. Not for a single second."
"…What the fuck are you doing?!"
It took me way too long to ask that…
"Don't speak again…" She ordered. "Not unless you want me to gag you…"
The fiery look in her eyes told me nothing would please her more…
She smiled as she noticed my silence, beginning to move her hand in a circular motion against her womanhood, her eyes falling shut as she tilted her head back. A whine fled her lips and then she increased her pace; her left hand creeping up towards her breasts before taking one into its needy grasp. Then her legs stretched forward, and she spread her toes apart, biting her bottom lip before opening her eyes once more to meet my gaze.
…My staring gaze…
"Not so shy anymore, I see…" She teased. "Are you aroused?"
For some reason, I couldn't respond. I just continued to stare and that made her demeaning smirk, and my worry, grow. I began to fear that perhaps LeBlanc has lured me into her room not to lift my curse, but rather to do this. It's not impossible. In fact, it's far from it. There are so many disgusting things that go on in this mansion. Not one single day goes by without me hearing sex or talk of it.
"T-this is a waste of time." I blurted out, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with a woman whose face was contorting from pleasure.
More like – you didn't want her to see you staring, Syndra…
"Shut up."
I opened my mouth to speak again, but then she… moaned, pressing her knees together as her thighs closed tight around her wrist. The faint muscles of her stomach tightened, showing themselves through her sweaty, ivory skin, her eyes going shut once more. I was finally free of her judging, yet lustful watch, peering forward to get a closer look as she finally dipped her fingers into her womanhood…
"Oh…" She breathed, sinking her teeth back into her bottom lip.
LeBlanc chuckled as she spread her legs again, thankfully re-allowing me to see what she was doing. Her fingers began to slowly thrust into herself and I could hear just how wet she was. My head leaned forward even more as I found myself unable to tear my eyes away, feeling something of my own stir up between my legs…
…I'm getting turned on. I'm enjoying this. I can't believe I'm enjoying this!
"Oh!" She exclaimed, giggling as her toes splayed apart.
Her fingers got quicker, the sounds of her wetness getting almost too loud as her arm nearly became a blur. She was writhing atop her sheets, her left hand moving from breast to breast as she seemed to forget about her own rules of silence. My saliva trailed out from the corner of my open mouth, envy filling me as I wished to experience such pleasure… for some reason. I pulled my chains and started to fidget, uncomfortable with the moisture I could feel dripping its slow way down between my thighs…
But then, between my own thighs, I felt something else.
A gasp escaped from my mouth as I began to struggle even further, my spine arching to make room as the creature stuck itself against my lower back. Its tentacles sprawled past my waist, slithering all over my body as I looked down to watch them approach my breasts, wrapping tight around them before they began to tweak my hard, pink nipples. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip to ensure nothing pitiful would leave my mouth, feeling the other tentacles squeeze around my thighs and waist as another poised itself against the dripping entrance of my drowned womanhood…
"About time…" Said LeBlanc, her legs closing together before she folded her hands into her lap. "Please try your best to be quiet."
How can she just do that? Stop so suddenly…? Especially when it looked like she was going to…
If I were in her position, I don't think I'd be able to stop…
I felt panic rise within me as my heartbeat quickened, overwhelmed by this dread and hopelessness as I was unable to do a thing, feeling the tentacles slithering against me. I closed my eyes, clenching my teeth as one wriggled its slow way inside of me. All four chains rattled as my body did the same, my back arching even further away from the padded leather behind me as I was filled to the brim by this massive tendril!
A groan rumbled in my throat as I returned myself against the x-cross, smothering the creature as I opened my eyes to see LeBlanc attentively staring at me. My eyebrows slanted, my fingers and toes spreading as the tentacle slowly slid out of me, dripping in both its own slime and my juices before it thrust its horrid way back inside.
"Oh!" I cried out, clenching my hands into fists as I took a shaky breath of air. "S-stop staring!"
An entertained smile came to her lips as she leaned back, resting on her hands behind her as she crossed one leg over the other. I returned an angry glare but then I closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to stare at a woman who was watching me with such a demeaning look on her face. But with my eyes closed, my ears were able to easily hear the chains shaking around me as the tentacle's thrusts quickened…
Two other sounds were present – the sounds of my wet womanhood being pounded and the moans which followed…
I was humiliated every second by these sounds. I opened my eyes and glared at the purple-haired mage, but I couldn't stand the look on her face. I felt nothing but shame and humiliation when I saw those hazel eyes of hers belittling me!
"I'm afraid to say I can't lift this curse."
…What?
…Did I hear that right?
I opened my mouth to express my anger, to defend myself, to insult her to make myself feel better, but then the tentacles became much more violent. The one inside of me became quicker -
No.
That was putting it lightly.
It became vehement, moving my body alongside its harsh, zealous thrusts as my breasts were groped and my nipples were tweaked by the ones wrapped tight around them. I tilted my head back and groaned, closing my eyes as I arched my back away from the x-cross once more, my stomach contracting whilst I parted my lips with desires to still express my rage.
But what came out instead, humiliated me.
"Ugh!"
My eyes shot wide open, ashamed of the pitiful sound which squeezed its way out from my throat. I looked at LeBlanc with my brow furrowed with expectations of a shaming gaze –
And I got exactly that.
And she knew it was pissing me off.
…But this awful yearn to moan was growing inside me again, and I was trying my best to keep it bottled-up, letting it wane within my bosom instead of giving her more reason to demoralize me.
But…
My mouth opened and yet another pitiful pleasure-induced cry spilled out from my lips, this one louder than the one before it.
"Quiet." She chuckled.
I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip for what felt like the millionth time tonight, closing my eyes to avoid the continuous onslaught of degrading looks LeBlanc was giving me. I hated appearing weak in front of people – especially this stupid slut and apparently incapable mage! But as the tentacle pumping between my stained thighs only grew more impassioned, I noticed that my hips had grown a mind of their own, bucking greedily against rabid thrusts in hopes of pulling them deeper, making me look even more pitiful…
"Oh!"
Face it, Syndra. So far, you've only looked pitiful.
It was futile to try and appear unaffected. Futile to waste my energy to appear composed. I must look like a joke to her. It was clear this thing was destroying me and so…
…
Fuck it.
I let more moans escape my throat. I don't care what this imbecile thinks.
And that was because I was completely helpless and at the merciless whim of this creature, its tentacles having their maddening way with my bound, spread-eagled body. I was on display for this perverted audience of one; LeBlanc watching as my writhing body began to approach its climax, the sounds which poured from my mouth growing louder and louder…
It was apparent that I was enjoying this… and I absolutely hated that.
And I absolutely hated the anxious feeling I had when the tentacles began to slow. I hated the frustration I felt when they stopped. I hated the disappointment I felt as I watched them pull away. I hated being on the brink of an unobtainable climax. I hated being left with a hammering heartbeat and a heaving chest. I hated the desire I had for them to return and finish me off. But what I really hated the most, was the fact that this punishment was definitely working…
"Why…?" I groaned, struggling against my restraints. "Why are you so INCOMPETENT?!"
LeBlanc rushed towards me and placed a hand over my mouth.
…Her scent was strong.
"Silence, Syndra." She ordered with a hint of anger in her voice. "Allow me to explain."
I tried to bite the skin of her palm, but she withdrew her hand as quickly as I opened my mouth. I then tried to break free of my bondage, but as I already knew, the cuffs were incredibly strong. As strong as my arousal; disgusting to find myself salivating at the sight of LeBlanc's… assets…
Why am I so goddamn turned on…?!
"I can still lift the curse." She said, her purple lips twisting into a devious smirk before she continued speaking. "This just wasn't enough. I need to collect more data."
I'm sure that smirk was because she noticed my lustful staring…
"No!" I muttered, breaking my gaze and tugging on my chains. "I won't do this again!"
"Not today, you won't – tomorrow. And you will do it again, so long as you wish to lift the curse." LeBlanc explained, placing her hands on her hips before giving me this condescending look. "I'm your only way to break free of this curse. You will remain Ahri's until she becomes disinterested in you, and Ahri rarely becomes disinterested in her pets."
"…"
"Weeks. Months." She listed. "Maybe even a year. It definitely wouldn't be the first time…"
It's only been two days and I'm already going insane. I can't imagine this for a week, let alone a month, or two, or three… or four… or five… or six… or seven… or eight… or nine… or ten… or eleven… or…
A year.
"Fine…" I muttered, nearly out of breath, my head spinning just slightly. "Now, release me..."
She needs to lift this curse. She's my only chance.
LeBlanc nodded her head, walking towards me before undoing my cuffs. As I was finally free, I fell forward, but she caught me in her arms, helping me find balance on my feet.
The tentacles have drained me of nearly all my stamina, and they managed to do so with just their… intense servicing…
She let go of me and then reached for her staff, dismissing the x-cross in a puff of purple smoke.
I glared at her once more, but then realized I should show this woman more respect. I can't get on her bad side, because then she might refuse to help me any further. I lifted my dress from the floor and held it in my arms, walking out of her room and then down the stairs to the bottom floor. It was an hour past curfew, so I knew that no one would see me like this; my sweaty body only visible to the moonlight pouring through the windows as it embraced frigid drafts.
I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me, removing the rest of my garments before I stood completely naked. I left my uniform on the floor, just like last night, and walked towards my bed, slipping underneath my sheets without a nightgown as I remembered how I tore it apart. My eyes fell shut, and then I was greeted with disgusting, perverted thoughts which rang through my head, sighing as my hands moved to places they don't often go…