Day Three, Part Two…
"You did something to me!" I declared as I entered LeBlanc's room.
LeBlanc lifted her eyes from the book she was reading at a table in the back-left corner of her room, raising a single eyebrow. "Did what, exactly?"
"…Something!" I replied. "Like a charm!"
"Why? Have you been feeling noticeably more aroused lately?"
"…Yes." I shamefully nodded.
"It's because of your curse, Syndra." She chuckled. "Cumming would relinquish you of your arousal, but since you can't, it only grows larger and larger."
"No – this is different."
"What makes you say that?"
"…I've been doing… things."
Things that I should keep to myself.
"Like?"
"…Masturbating." I muttered. "A lot…"
She laughed and shook her head. "Well, that explains why you are so aroused. Perhaps if you kept your hand away from yourself, you wouldn't be this way."
For some reason, that sounded much easier said than done.
"Have you experienced any more tentacle attacks?" LeBlanc asked.
I nodded my head.
"Were you aroused when they occurred?"
Regretfully, I nodded my head once more.
"Were you aroused for the whole day?"
Another shameful nod.
"Hm…" She murmured, closing the lid of her book. "I'm certain that my theory of the tentacles appearing whenever you're aroused is true. But it seems like they don't always appear whenever you're aroused. If that were the case, then the attacks would never end because the pleasure experienced by the attacks would further increase your arousal, creating this loop of always-increasing arousal and never-ending tentacle attacks."
Thank goodness... That sounds like hell.
LeBlanc grabbed her staff by her side and stood up. "Follow me."
"Where to?"
"…You'll see."
She walked past me and then I did as she asked, both of us walking out of her room with me following behind her. My eyes were locked onto the swaying fabric of her skirt, finding that I was salivating – lusting for her – disgusted by these perverse thoughts as I was trying to convince myself that this arousal was spawned from the curse and not myself.
It was a terrible idea – to think that this arousal was hidden within me all this time.
No. It can't be. This curse must have an arousal-increasing effect. It explains everything.
…
But what if it doesn't…?
I followed her down the staircase and then down another, the two of us now standing inside the humid, wine cellar within the basement. LeBlanc walked towards this locked, metal door – a door I've never seen unlocked – and stuck a key into it. She pushed the door open, and I followed her in, the lights of the room turning on above us to reveal what was inside…
My eyes were greeted by four walls made of ebony wood surrounding a black, carpeted floor. Wherever I looked, I saw black; be it leather or metal making up the devious furniture in here. There was a large bed, an x-cross, a pillory, and benches located in front of them all so that the person confined to them could have an audience; presumably, the person who had locked them there. The walls were adorned by crops, flails, whips, ropes, and belts, the tables beneath them littered with leather garments like boots, corsets, and stockings, as well as sex toys like dildos, strap-ons, vibrators, and gags. Anything you could possibly want was in here, I just didn't recognize them all. But I bet this purple-haired slut beside me did.
"Stop drooling." Chuckled Leblanc, closing the door behind us before turning the lock.
"…What are we doing here?" I asked, my worried eyes roaming from one horrid thing to another.
"It's soundproof." She replied, glancing at me as if it were obvious.
"…That's not what I asked."
She bit the corner of her lips before speaking. "I must collect more data on your curse, and we need to do so here. This morning, Evelynn came to my room and complained about the noises my 'friend' and I were making last night." She then groaned and rolled her eyes. "She's such a hypocrite – I can hear her and Ahri every night, for hours. It's like those two don't sleep…"
I was ashamed of the images my imagination conjured up at the mention of such disgusting things…
She walked forward to stand by the x-cross identical to the one she summoned in her room last night, turning to face me. "Remove your dress."
I did so without hesitation, dropping it onto the bench in front of the x-cross as I walked to join her side.
Why was I so quick to get naked…?
"What are your fetishes, Syndra?" LeBlanc asked, a pleased smile on her face.
"…My what?"
"Things that really turn you on – much more than they should."
"I don't know?" I said, shaking my head. "I'm not some slut who would."
She chuckled as if I were telling a lie.
I hated that it felt like I was…
"How did you feel about being bound last night?" She asked.
"I'd rather tie you up."
…
I said that out loud.
"Oh?" She chuckled, raising a single eyebrow with this lascivious smirk on her purple lips. "What would you do to me, then?"
...
…I'd tie your arms behind your back and bend you over my bed, my hand coming down against your ass repeatedly until it's red like a rose, your groans muffled by the rubber bull I had shoved between your purple lips prior.
…I'd endlessly edge you until you beg me to let you cum, your excitement running down your thighs like spilt honey over the edge of a table – and not until your desperate, is when I'd finally, and fervently, fuck you. You wouldn't even be able to walk once I'm done with you.
…At least, not for a few days.
…
"Would you like to do what Ahri is doing to you, but to someone of your own choice?" She asked.
I realized I was just staring at her with a blank face, relieved to find that I didn't accidentally say those thoughts out loud, because that would be truly embarrassing. But I was embarrassed anyway as I couldn't stop the edge of my lips from curving upwards.
"A dominatrix, like Evelynn, like me, like many in this mansion." She stated, noticing my smile. "You're not as innocent as you'd like to believe, Syndra."
"…What's the point of this stupid conversation?" I asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "There isn't one."
LeBlanc placed her staff down onto the bench and then gestured for me to approach her. I did so before turning around, letting her place me into the x-cross before leaving my feet a few inches from the ground, my skin pressing against cold leather. I watched as she walked away, strutting towards a table against the wall to my left. She quickly grabbed a few things – as if she knew exactly what she wanted – and then returned to me; in her hands a roll of clear tape, and three small, pink, egg-shaped vibrators each wired to a tall and skinny remote with a dial on it.
"…What're you doing with those?" I nervously asked.
She chuckled and walked forward, answering my question without saying a word as I watched her tape two of those vibrators to each of my nipples, doing the same to the remotes to the sides of my breasts. A devious smirk came to her lips as she turned their dials just slightly, my brow furrowing as I felt them begin to gently shiver.
"Don't get too carried away, Syndra." She chuckled, squatting down before her face was level with my crotch. "Not yet, at least."
For some reason, I was anticipating the touch of her tongue… and was letting her do this to me without protest.
I felt her fingers press against my southern lips before spreading them apart. She pushed the vibrator into my dripping womanhood, tucking its remote into one of my stockings before turning the dial. My eyes widened, and I cleared my throat, clenching my teeth as well as my fists as I didn't expect this sudden surge of – pleasure.
I gave myself a few moments before yelling at her. "What's the point of this?!"
Something I should've asked much, much sooner.
LeBlanc walked backwards and sat down on the bench in front of me, pushing aside my uniform before crossing one leg over the other and smirking at me. "Collecting some data." She replied, placing her hands on one of her knees before continuing to speak. "…And testing something."
"…Testing what?"
"If you can cum."
"…But we already know I can't."
"And how do we know that for sure?" LeBlanc questioned, raising a single brow.
"Because I've tried," I replied.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Even so, I must confirm it myself."
"For your stupid data? Or for your own pleasure?"
She laughed and shook her head. "Both."
I scowled at her but realized I couldn't do anything – I was tied up and without my powers. I could only lay there, and lay there meaning being bound against an x-cross, and refuse to show any signs of pleasure as the toys gently vibrated against me. They felt good, but this wasn't nearly enough to make me show any signs of weakness. It was easy to keep myself together, a smile showing itself on my face as I was happy to find that I could tolerate some pleasure because the last few days have had me falling to my knees.
She noticed this. "Not enough?"
My smile withered, and I looked to see her grinning at me.
"Don't think that I enjoy this."
She lightly chuckled before marching towards me, turning the dials of the vibrators against my nipples up just a bit more. Some air fled my nostrils as I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, surprised by how much stronger the vibrators were shaking from just a little turn of some dials. I was becoming worried that I might show some pitiful signs of weakness as I watched her squat down, tensing up with widened eyes as she turned the dial on the remote stuffed into my stocking as much as she did the others.
…Oh.
…That feels good.
I cleared my throat to stifle my moan, taking yet another slow, deep breath of air to help steel myself as I watched her demeaning grin grow. She stepped back and returned to the bench, watching me closely with a lecherous stare. I closed my eyes, refusing to look at that stupid slut as I was ashamed that I needed to release my bottom lip from the clutch of my teeth so that I could breathe more. My toes and fingers scrunched up as I tugged onto my cuffs, the medium-strength vibrations of the pink, plastic eggs against and inside of me making slow progress with eliciting a quiver from my sweating body.
"You're free to moan, Syndra," Said LeBlanc. "No one can hear you from down here…"
No one but you…
I was becoming a little more animated, opening my eyes to see LeBlanc's condescending stare. I tried my best to hide the hints of pleasure briefly flashing upon my face, but I had a feeling I wasn't doing a good job. I groaned and clenched my teeth, fidgeting against the x-cross as I couldn't help but notice that I was enjoying this, pleased with each dreadful minute that crawled by…
No. I'm not actually enjoying this – not like some…
"Slut." Said LeBlanc, laughing as she stood up and walked towards me again. "I know you want me to turn them up."
It was like she was in my head.
"S-shut up!" I yelled. "D-don't ever c-call me that again!"
She was unfazed by my outburst, remaining silent as her hands turned the dials of the vibrators against my nipples… all the way up. A burst of air fled my nose as my glare turned away from her mischievous grin, feeling the toys quake against my breasts. My eyes fell shut, making it so that I couldn't watch as she squatted down to turn the third and last dial up to its max setting next.
"A-ah…!"
I can't handle this.
It's too strong.
It's…
It's too good.
I could hear her step away amongst the sound of the vibrators vibrating before sitting back onto the bench, a pleased chuckle leaving her throat as I refused to open my eyes and meet the disgusting, lecherous, and humiliating gaze that she would definitely be giving me. I completely lost myself as soon as she turned that last dial, disappointed that I couldn't even stand up against three pieces of battery-powered plastic… I was a struggling mess and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I just pulled on the chains around my wrists and ankles as I felt my stomach contract as tightly as my teeth were clenched together, refusing to let out any moans as my body was already embarrassing me enough.
…But my lips parted, and out came something that echoed in the room: "Oh!"
I was ashamed with myself as I was unable to control a single part of my body as it writhed alongside the brutal quakes of the tiny, little eggs. I pulled my arms down, testing the strength of the cuffs' chains as a constant flow of pitiful moans spilled from my lips: "Ah… Ah… Ah...!"
Whenever I opened my teary eyes, I saw LeBlanc staring at me. I began to question her motives, realizing the ridiculousness of the current position I was in, and how easily I let myself be put into it… But as soon as I opened my mouth to barrage her with my concerns, a moan would slip out instead, further adding to the building pile that was my humiliation. I could only quiver against the black, padded leather behind me, unable to keep my eyes open any further as the pleasure was proving itself to be extremely overwhelming.
"Oh!" I moaned and moaned, taking a sharp inhale between each. "Oh!"
I hated that behind the dark insides of my eyes was LeBlanc sitting there, watching me squirm. I was barely able to breathe, and completely unable to speak, my back arching as I tilted my head back, feeling myself about to cum as much as her eyes were glued to my body…
But you know how this goes.
The chains rattled as I bowed my head, stuck on the verge of climax, unable to cum, like always. A frustrated groan left my lips as I came crashing back down against the leather, still shivering as the vibrators continued to annihilate me, reminding me that their wonderful pleasure would never, ever bring me to an idyllic climax…
Nothing will.
This was maddening, being on a constant edge like this! It feels like my orgasm is being ripped away from my desperate body, angry groans and flustered moans leaving my mouth as my fingers curled into my palms. I wanted to scream, but I knew that whenever my mouth would open, a moan would be all that would leave it. So, I could only keep my anguish bottled up, unable to deal with it as hour-long minutes passed by, corrupting my humiliation with madness.
"How do you feel, Syndra?" LeBlanc asked.
I was relieved to finally hear something else other than the sounds of the toys' powerful vibrations and my horrid whines. I opened my mouth slowly, my face strained by pleasure and the effort to keep my moans within as I tried to answer her stupid question, but only muttered something incomprehensible; something that didn't admit how I truly felt.
"…It seems you cannot cum." She stated, standing up before strutting towards me.
She turned the dials off and then removed them, a shudder of relief rinsing through me as I was no longer being abused by the violent tremors of those egg-shaped, pink devils! I shut my eyes and took a few long, deep breaths of air, my heartbeat calming as I heard LeBlanc strut away and place those toys where she got them from. She then quickly came back to release me from these binds, my feet finally touching the ground before I stumbled into her arms.
"Fifteen minutes will do that to you," She chuckled, taking hold of my shoulders to help me stand straight. "We're not done yet, though."
"What else…?" I groaned.
"I just need to see those curse marks again."
I sluggishly nodded my head and let her do so, watching as her pensive eyes stared at my nipples for a few moments. Afterwards, she fell to her knees, and I could feel her breath against my dripping womanhood, realizing that she was a little too close. But I didn't tell her to move back, and that was because there was a voice in the back of my head; a voice that was begging for LeBlanc to lap up the nectar dripping between my thighs. I tried my best to ignore it, but I couldn't help but think how easy it would be to oblige it. All I needed to do was take both my hands, push their fingers through those purple tresses, and shove that scheming face between my legs.
Do it.
LeBlanc looked up at me, and it was if she knew what I was thinking, licking her lips before looking back down at my womanhood, nodding her head.
Do it…
She closed in, and I expected her to give me what I wanted all on her own, anticipating the wet embrace of her purple, smirking lips.
Please, do it.
But instead, she nodded her head as if she were making notes in her head, erasing the tiny distance between her lips and my womanhood. I was yearning for her to please me so badly that it felt like I was experiencing withdrawals from not having it, and so, I became a little frozen. I was in such a daze that I didn't realize she was no longer in front of me, startled by the sudden feeling of her hands taking hold of my rear.
I turned around and pulled away, glaring down at her. "W-what the fuck are you doing?!"
"Examining you…" She responded, returning an annoyed look.
"Why there?"
"…Oh," LeBlanc said, shaking her head. "I never expected you to be such a saint."
And then she chuckled and shook her head some more, but the amused, almost mocking look on her face didn't anger me. All I could think about was how it would differ if I were seated upon it…
"I'm not going to do anything bad," LeBlanc said. "Unless you want me to."
I groaned in disgust, both with what she said, and I resisted the urge to give in to her last sentence. "Is it important?" I asked.
She nodded her head. "Please turn back around."
Some air fled my nose as I fulfilled her request, hearing her crawl towards me again before her warm hands came against the flesh of my backside once again, spreading it apart as I anxiously bit into my bottom lip. The slutty cravings I was developing dwindled, and that was because I didn't want her to do anything nefarious to what her eyes were laid upon…
Please just don't do anything to it…
"How do you feel about anal, Syndra?" She asked, her hot breath coming against the wetness of my nether regions.
The thought left me shuddering in disgust, and I pulled away again. "No!"
I walked to the bench and grabbed my clothes, holding them against my body to cover myself up from her perverted stare.
"No!" I repeated.
"I just was asking." She chuckled, standing up. "You can get dressed. We're done for tonight."
"…Do you still need more information?"
She nodded her head.
"Are you serious? When can you lift the curse?!"
"I don't know." She answered. "Soon. I just need more info - and it's obvious you can't handle anymore testing tonight."
I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"I do have good news though."
"Like what?" I angrily muttered.
"A theory I need you to test. I believe that the monster feeds off sexual energy released from a climax. You obviously can't produce that energy, but the monster doesn't know that, so it keeps on coming back in futile attempts to obtain it." LeBlanc explained. "If you were to make someone else produce that energy, as in, make someone else cum, I'm certain that it will satiate the monster, stopping it from appearing."
"…This is great news."
"Yes," She smiled. "It is."
"…"
"..."
"…Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, noticing the increasing arousal in her stare.
"Well, I'd be the person you'd be testing that theory on." She answered, licking her lips. "We can try tonight if you want…"
"No," I muttered, cocking my head back in disgust. "Never."
An annoyed look came to her face. "Why not?"
"Because I'm afraid that all you're interested in is me," I answered.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "…I just volunteered because I find it unlikely that someone with your… charisma will find someone on their own." She explained, furrowing her brow. "Try your best. The sooner the better. Don't come and see me until you do."
"Fine." I muttered.
I already have someone in mind…