Day Six…

After waking up and taking care of myself, I went to shower, just like yesterday. I stepped into the changeroom and was relieved to find it empty, so I wasted no time with stripping down before shoving myself under a showerhead. I turned some knobs and let out a quiet and relieved moan as the hot water began to batter against my skin, my eyes falling shut as invisible strings pulled my hands up to my breasts so that I could unwind even further. I quickly lost track of time and cared little for a tentacle attack, and such carelessness was brought to my attention as I was startled by hearing the door open behind me!

I turned around with widened eyes, breasts still in my hands, to see Ahri standing naked behind me with one of her hands behind her back. I dropped my hands by my sides, but she only chuckled and began walking forward. Her unconcealed hand came to my shoulder and she pushed me back before closing in afterwards, pinning me against the cold wet tiles before pressing her lips against mine. I felt the stress in my body unravel even further, the magic of her charm flowing through my body as well as lustful thoughts and disgusting desires. Our lips were locked for only a few seconds, but when they parted, my brow furrowed with disappointment. I stared at Ahri's coquettish smirk as she stepped back, watching as she expressed some sort of pity towards the person she was staring at.

"You barely resisted."

I wish that were true. I didn't resist at all…

My attention was pulled from her lips and to her other hand as I watched it come out from behind her back. Within her palm was a grey, metal collar, one that would fit perfectly around the neck of a slave.

…That slave being me.

She rose it up and brought it towards me, and soon enough, I could feel it tightly wrapping around the flesh of my neck.

"I removed the choker from your uniform as Evelynn did with Nidalee," Ahri explained, licking her lips.

I looked back up at her and saw the fire in her eyes, and I'm sure she saw it in mine. It was like she could hear my thoughts, pushing my shoulder further into the wall as the hand that was previously holding the collar now locked against me dropped past my navel and between my thighs. I tilted my head back and shut my eyes, rolling my hips further so that her fingers would slither deeper inside of me. A moan squeezed its way past the collar and out from between my lips as she began to pump her fingers passionately. I was so wet that I couldn't even tell if the sounds echoing in this room was from the water raining down upon us, or the filth stirring between my thighs. But what I could tell, was that I was loving this. I moaned and groaned and trembled against that wall like a slut, slightly opening my eyes to stare at the door, remembering that someone could walk in on us at any moment.

But then she stopped.

I turned to look at Ahri, seeing that her eyes were locked with mine. I knew they never looked away from my pitiful, pleasure-contorting face. Not for a second. But my face was now contorting with dread. With frustration. I opened my mouth to beg her to continue, but my pride kept me from doing so. I could only stare at her mischievous smirk, feeling nothing but humiliation. She was just toying with me.

Because I'm nothing but a toy to her….

…An intense heat was beginning to grow beneath my jaw, my brow furrowing as I looked down to realize that it was coming from the collar locked around my neck. I rose my fingers up to touch it only to pull them back right away, my eyes widening as I looked up at Ahri. She only chuckled and took a step back, and then, the heat stopped.

I barely had any time to think about what just happened, because right away, I felt the monster climbing out of the portal against my lower back. It sprawled all around me with haste, wrapping around my breasts, my hips, and my thighs. Ahri stepped away and watched as the monster slid its way into my pussy, wasting no time before beginning to thrust itself into me more fervidly than she just was. My palms came flat against the wall behind me, struggling for grip as I was enduring both overwhelming pleasure and humiliation. My lids fluttered shut, but then I heard moans that weren't my own. I opened my eyes to see that Ahri was staring at me with this lustful gaze, her tails swaying behind her as she fondled one breast with one hand as she fingered herself with the other.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't like that she was doing this right in front of me. She didn't care that I was suffering. She was getting off on it. I could hear her moans, alongside my own, echoing in the shower, the sound of a wet tentacle thrusting in and out of my pussy as loud as her fingers moving inside her own. I scratched the tiles with my nails as I tried to grab onto them, feeling my knees buckle together as my humiliation surpassed my pleasure.

And this felt so god-damned good.

Tears began to roll down the sides of my lids from the pleasure, and how tightly I kept them squeezed together. I didn't want to see Ahri's face. I didn't want to see her sexy, curse-less body. And I didn't want to see her cum as she got off the fact that I couldn't. I just wanted this to be over with. I couldn't tell how much longer I had to endure such intense pleasure and humiliation before the tentacles left me as a panting mess against the tiled wall. I opened my tired, teary eyes to see Ahri standing across from me, sucking the tips of her own fingers as I assumed that they were just dripping in her own cum a few moments ago.

Something my fingers won't drip in for… ever.

"I hope you know…" Ahri said, licking the tip of her middle finger with her tongue as she stared at me. "I never charmed you."

My eyes widened but not because I didn't believe her… but because I knew she was right. I was just hoping she did, that way there would be some excuse for me acting the way I just did that didn't mean I was a slut.

"Leave," I muttered, my chest still heaving as I panted for air.

Ahri chuckled and did just that. As I watched her walk towards the door, her ass swaying side to side as her tails did the same behind her, a voice in the back of my head was begging for her to stay. I wanted her to fuck the life out of me. It took immeasurable amounts of willpower to keep that thought inside my head. But when she finally left, I found myself with another urge. An urge to finger-fuck the life out of myself, just as Ahri was doing to me, and herself, earlier.

An immeasurable amount of willpower was spent to resist this urge as well.

You are one disgusting human being, Syndra...

I wasted a few more minutes in the shower before walking into the change room and towards my clothes, staring anxiously at my towel which was atop of it all. I turned my head over my shoulder to see if anyone was in here with me, but as expected, it was empty. Everyone has already showered, and most maids are either working right now or out of the mansion, so I should have enough privacy and time do this. I lifted my towel up and threw it aside to see that resting upon the piles of clothes that was my uniform, was a bottle of oil and the new buttplug LeBlanc had given to me.

I wonder how this is going to go...

…

I hope well...

I rose my right leg up and rested my foot down on the bench in front of me, arching my back as I bent forward, squeezing a wallop of oil onto my fingers before reaching behind me and generously lubing up my asshole. Then, I drowned the buttplug with the bottle's contents before dropping it onto my clothes, staring at the wall in front of me as I anxiously held the new, large buttplug within my slippery fingers as I reached behind myself. I felt its cold tip press against the entrance of my dripping anus, and I began to apply some pressure. My teeth bit into my bottom lip and I had to stop my eyes from rolling up into my head as I began to push it in. I had to pause every other second to encourage myself to continue, taking a deep breath each time before continuing. Despite the way my face is straining with pain, I could feel this terrible thing going deeper inside of me. My fingers slithered forward to see how much further I had to go, but I regretted doing so. My eyes widened as I realized I had much more to go. I had barely got the tip in…

Still, I was determined. I need this inside of me, and not because I want to – because I definitely don't want to... I think – but because I'd rather have this inside of me rather than some slimy purple tendril. But I wasn't making any progress despite all my struggling. I could barely get this thing in any deeper. I didn't know how to do this properly – I don't even know how I managed to get the smaller one in last night…

"Agh-hem."

I felt goosebumps carpet all over my skin as I froze in place. It felt like I was but a tiny prey in the eyes of a predator lurking behind me. A predator which just made its presence known by clearing its throat. I quickly pulled my foot off the bench and stood straight, turning around with my arms behind my back, feeling the buttplug fall into my palm as I saw... Irelia standing across from me with her arms crossed and her brow angrily furrowed.

I looked down and realized I was naked, my body dripping in water and my inner thighs with lube as I brought one arm over my breasts and the other in front of my crotch. The buttplug was too big to hide in my palm, its gold metal easily visible through the gaps between my fingers. I just hope Irelia doesn't notice it… if she hasn't already.

Her scowl got more intense as she spoke in an angry tone, "What were you doing?"

"Nothing." I angrily muttered, returning the look.

Irelia groaned and shook her head, but I noticed that her cheeks were pink as her eyes glanced over my body.

"Interesting… tattoos." Said Irelia. "Did you wish to be caught, you slut?"

My eyes grew livid and I shook my head. "No. And don't you ever call me that again."

"Oh, sorry." Irelia scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I forgot that terribly trying to shove a big buttplug into your ass in the middle of a communal change room isn't slut behaviour."

"Get out."

She glared back but remained silent and in the same spot.

"What're you doing?" I asked, furrowing my brow. "Get out."

She did nothing but stand there and give me another somewhat perverted once-over. And that's when I noticed that her cheeks weren't pink anymore, but nearly red…

"You wouldn't have been caught if you knew how to do it…" She muttered, nearly under her breath.

I tilted my head quizzically, "What's that supposed to mean?"

And that abrasive, aggressive manure she had suddenly withered away, and she even became a little sheepish.

"You were doing it wrong…"

…I didn't know what to say and neither did she. We both just stood there in silence for a few seconds… but then the silence was broken as Irelia began to walk forward with this intense gaze on her blushing, shy face.

This is not at all how I expected this woman to be.

"What are you doing?" I nervously asked, taking a step back.

"Helping you." She replied, biting her bottom lip.

I didn't know what to do. I just let her continue forward, and once she was a mere foot away from me, she extended her arm out. I looked down to see her hand open as if she was expecting to receive something, looking back up with a confused look to see that she still had that shy look on her face.

Oh.

"I… uh…"

I can't help but feel... extremely happy that this is happening.

"Give it." She ordered.

I scrunched my mouth up, finding it a little amusing that she was a little sheepish and embarrassed despite being so otherwise assertive. I rose my hand up and held my hand over her own, feeling my heart nervously beat inside my chest before I dropped the lube-slathered buttplug into her palm. Irelia groaned as she looked down at it, rolling her eyes before gesturing with her free hand for me to turn around. I did so, placing my hands against the wall before bending over with my legs spread apart, twitching with anticpation.

I'm so unexpectedly willing to do this. It's almost as if what she said was true; that I wanted to be caught…

I could feel her getting closer and for some reason, this was making me nervous. But she was only doing so to get the bottle of oil between myself and the wall, reaching underneath me to grab it before standing behind me again. I heard the bottle squelch behind me before I felt the cold liquid pooling against my anus. Then, I felt her fingers dispersing the lubricant, resulting in my bottom lip being bit as I tensed up to deal with my arousal

I couldn't tell whether it was lube dripping down my inner thighs, or my excitement…

…

It was definitely both.

Why is Irelia doing this? She's one of the only women in this mansion – the others being Kayle, Vayne, and Karma, who hate sex. But despite that, she's here, fingers prodding against my anus, wetting it up so she could insert a buttplug in it. This only brought a smile to my face. My suspicious about her were right. I looked over my shoulder behind me to see that her cheeks were flushed red, her bottom lip between her teeth with this intense look of arousal on her face. Irelia noticed and had a flicker of nervousness on her face, but she shook her head and then scowled at me before ordering me to turn back around. I did so, but not without chuckling as well.

It seems this girl has been putting up a façade this whole time.

I had barely any time to think about what a slut Irelia must've been all this time before she suddenly began to push the tip of the buttplug into my anus, causing my eyes to squeeze shut as I braced myself. She gently pushed the buttplug back and forth with this slow, rhythmic pace, showing that she was skilled at doing this. Each time it went forward, it would sink a tiny bit deeper into my ass, just a little bit more than the previous.

"W-why are you h-helping m-me?" I stammered, opening my eyes.

"Why did you accept my help?"

"Because…" I murmured before going silent. I had nothing else to say.

"…Because you're a slut." Said Irelia.

I angrily groaned, feeling my eyebrows sink towards my nose. "Then what does that make you?!"

She muttered something incomprehensible to herself and then she began to apply more pressure, causing me to clench my teeth together as I felt the muscles of my abdomen harden. I shut my eyes again, feeling the buttplug go deeper and deeper, feeling my anus opening to accept it…

"H-how much more…" I asked, nearly panting.

"A lot," Irelia replied.

"…Do you like this?"

"No…" She muttered back.

Her answer made me laugh. It didn't sound convincing at all. She must think I'm an idiot.

"Don't tell anyone about this." She stated. "Or else."

"Or else what?"

"…I'll tell everyone what I caught you doing in here."

And before I could respond, she began to push the buttplug in even harsher, leaving me almost paralyzed in fear that I would experience some pain. I cleared my throat to ready myself to speak, but I tensed up and was unable to do so. Instead, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt the buttplug getting deeper and deeper, spreading my asshole wide. It kept on going and going, and eventually, I felt it finally sink into place, my entrance wrapping tight around the stem as the flesh of my ass surrounded the pommel. I quickly noticed how uncomfortable it was to have the jewel always keeping my ass just slightly spread, pressing into my flesh.

I also noticed how… exciting this felt.

"And that's how you do it…" Said Irelia.

I turned around and saw Irelia with this proud and aroused look on her face.

"Thanks," I said.

She furrowed her brows and cocked her head back, surprised by what I said. But then I sneered at her before wrapping my hands around her neck, spinning us around so that it was her back facing the wall and not mine.

I've always wanted to do this to her.

"Keep silent about his, or else," I ordered, pushing her against the wall. "And never call me a slut again."

Irelia was struggling against my grasp, and I noticed the same look I saw in Ahri's face that one night when I was straddling her waist. That look of intense, growing arousal.

"Is this turning you on?"

Irelia shook her head and rose her hands, taking hold of my arms before ripping them away from her neck. She then pushed herself into me, tackling me onto the floor as my arms were pinned to the floor by her hands.

"Who do you think you are?!" She yelled.

"Tell me how big it is – the plug inside your ass, you slut!"

Her angry eyes averted from mine as they flickered with guilt, and I used this opportunity to flip her over, pinning her arms to the floor as she just did to me. Once more, her face became stained with arousal and she can't do anything to hide it from me anymore. Not while I'm staring at her like this…

My arousal was growing rampant like hers.

"I knew you were such a slut! But I never could've guess you were a submissive, buttplug-loving one!"

"I'm not!" Irelia screamed.

I could feel my arms being lifted from the floor, my eyes widening as I realized she was much stronger than I was. I lost control as quickly as I gained it, being pushed to the floor as Irelia quickly stood up and spread her feet apart, raising her fists in front of her. I knew it would be stupid to fight her, so I did nothing but stare up at her angrily because if I had my powers… she wouldn't have a chance. Irelia didn't do anything, however. She just shook her head and groaned before storming out of the change room, leaving me naked on the floor wearing a big buttplug that she had just put in for me.

…Why haven't the tentacles attacked me yet? I'm… very… horny.

I got up to dry myself down, wrapping the towel around myself before heading towards my room, carrying my clothes in my arms with the bottle of oil hidden beneath it all. I found it very uncomfortable to walk around with such a big buttplug inside of me, the only thing stopping others from seeing it being a mere white towel that could unravel at any minute. As I walked down the halls, it felt as if everyone could see through my towel, judging me for what was shoved inside my ass… I tried my best to ignore the gazes, marching quickly to my room as I held the towel against my body just in case. I let out a relieved sigh as I reached my room, closing the door behind me before dropping the towel onto the floor. Perhaps I should get dressed in the changeroom like everyone else instead of parading around the mansion in nothing but a towel…

Like some slut.

I didn't even get to begin putting on my clothes before I was annoyed by three timid knocks on my door. I turned around with a groan and walked towards it, opening it just a tiny bit while hiding my naked body behind it, peeking my head out the crack to see Sona standing right in front of me, her cheeks pink as a small, black duffel bag was slung over her shoulders, her hands fidgeting against its strap as she avoided eye contact with me nervously. She stepped forward to indicate that she wanted to enter, and so I opened the door fully. Her eyes widened at the sight of my naked body and she shook her head before looking down at her feet, continuing into my room. She went straight for my bed and dropped the duffel bag onto it, turning her head to peek at my naked body before our eyes met, causing her to nervously widen her own before looking away. I shook my head and rested against the door behind me to push it shut, reaching behind myself to turn the lock as I watched Sona anxiously twitch.

She wants me… maybe just as much as I want her.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

Sona's cheeks grew even redder before she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.

"…What're you doing here?"

She didn't respond.

"Look at me," I ordered.

It takes her a second, but she turned her whole body to face mine.

"Take a good, long look," I said, placing my hands on my hips for a few moments. She did so, scanning my body with her eyes as I caught her occasionally looking up at me with this timid look. I let her ogle me for a few more moments before finally speaking again. "Notice anything?"

Sona nodded her head, releasing her bottom lip from her teeth before wiping it with her thumb as if she were just drooling.

"These black lines are curse marks," I explained. "They went away when you helped me last time."

Sona pulled her eyes from my hips and up to my eyes, nodding her head slowly.

"I need your help again."

Sona's eyes lit up as if she's been waiting for me to say that since she entered the room. She eagerly nodded her head and then turned to face the duffel bag again before stepping away from it. I tilted my head at her and took it as a cue to check it out, walking forward before standing beside the bluette who was so sheepish that I could feel it emanating from her.

I unzipped the duffel bag and I shook my head with wide eyes in disbelief. Inside, was one of those wired, pink, egg-shaped vibrators that LeBlanc, alongside two more, used on me that one night. There was also another bottle of lube, a large, bumpy and purple dildo with a switch on the bottom, a strap on with a long and thick, black member, and a bundle of rope.

I turned to look at Sona with my tongue running across my lips, a bewildered smirk on my lips as I stared at her like she was meat I was about to feast upon.

And I am so, fucking hungry...

Sona only looked away, but something about her body language was telling me – no – begging me to use these things on her. Amazing. This situation is amazing. The only bad thing about it is how hot it feels under this tight collar because of its leather padding. I had no choice but to ignore it, grabbing the bundle of rope out the duffel bag before putting the bag on the floor to face the bigger 'problem' I had to deal with. I turned to face her and reached forward, my hands grabbing a hold of her apron before I yanked it towards myself, dropping it onto the ground. Her lips went inside her mouth as she seemed to grow anxious, watching my fingers as they rose and began to unravel the strings hiding her slutty body. I was quick to pull them apart, lifting the dress above her head before letting it join her apron, observing how her body was sweating from the heat of my room, and how her inner thighs were stained with juices that leaked down to the indentations her stockings made into her sweet, soft, succulent thighs…

I'm the one drooling now.

"Open your mouth," I ordered.

She did so right away like the obedient slut she is. I chuckled and then rose the bundled rope, placing it between her teeth as she sunk her teeth into it.

"Don't drop it."

I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her body as I placed her wrists at the two bedposts surrounding the head of my bed. I pulled the rope out from between her teeth and unraveled it, finding that there were four separate strands. I used two of them to bind her wrists to the bedposts, and then two more to do the same to her ankles at the foot of my bed, leaving her body spread like it were on an x-cross.

How appetizing.

I spent a moment to admire her, licking my lips as I had some devious plans arising within my devious mind. I turned away and sprawled over Sona's body as I searched through the bag on the floor, a smile coming to my lips as I felt my fingers wrap around the dildo within. I pulled it out and sat atop Sona's midriff, facing away from her as I watched her fidget her feet in anticipation. A chuckle left my lips as I bent forward, pressing the tip of the dildo between her dripping, southern lips as I felt her squirm beneath me.

And then I thrust it in.

She rose her back from the bed, but the weight of my body kept her pinned to my sheets. I shook my head and began to pull the dildo out, watching how her toes curled up as I drove it back in. And then I flipped the switch and the dildo began to vibrate strong enough that I could feel it through her skin, chuckling as Sona began to writhe beneath me. I moved backwards and hovered my hips above her face, looking down over my shoulder to see that her mouth hung open with anticipation. And so, I took my seat.

"I… won't let you cum. Not until you make me." I muttered, laughing to myself as I wondered if she remembered that doing so is impossible…

I wish it weren't…

A moan slipped out my mouth almost right away as I felt her tongue slithering its way up between my southern lips, stopping at my clitoris before flickering haphazardly against it. I closed my eyes and sunk my teeth into my bottom lips, placing my hands flat against her stomach as I focused on my sense of touch. I then noticed that my collar had cooled down, raising a hand up to touch it and confirming that it was no longer warm. Maybe it's because the rest of my body is getting so hot...? I barely had any time to think about it as Sona's lips surrounded my clitoris, her hands taking hold of my hips as she began to suck it with long, harsh pulses.

"Ah…" I moaned, my eyes falling shut as I tilted my head back while muttering some additional profanity.

I bent forward and reached in front of me as if I were in a drunken stupor, gliding my hands along Sona's skin and towards the sharp tremors which riddled it with sweat and tiny little bumps. My fingers came upon the soft flesh of her quivering thighs and I opened my eyes, watching the purple afterimages following the shaking dildo before I reached out to hold it. I grasped it tightly, feeling the vibrations in the bones of my wrist running all the way up to my elbow, making me wonder how Sona was able to endure this within her all while her tongue worked so wonderfully beneath me…

Let's just see how much this slut can handle.

With a teeth-chattering and open-mouthed grin, I pulled the dildo out and then rammed it back in, twisting it deeper as I felt her body try and arch its back. I felt her breath against my womanhood as her ministrations stopped, chuckling as I watched her toes sprawl apart as her fidgeting feet fought against the rope. I pulled the purple behemoth out and did the same thing again, feeling another tuft of warm air against my dripping nether regions as I quickly noticed that my collar was beginning to get warmer – much more than the rest of my body…

I'm beginning to worry that this collar is not just a collar…

"Ah, fuck!" I cried out, my back arching forward as I fell onto Sona's body, my breasts against her skin as she was quick to wrap her lips around my bud again and suck on it with an intensity that rivalled the dildo inside of her.

My eyes became teary, and with my blurry vision, I looked down to see that her own womanhood was just a mere few inches away from me. I found myself salivating at the sight of it, opening my mouth to do just exactly what she was doing to me, to her. But I stopped myself. I would only disappoint her. I have no experience with using my mouth in such nefarious ways, but pumping this dildo didn't require much skill, and so I returned to doing so and the writhes her body gave from beneath me told me that this was more than enough.

Sona's tongue was a weapon, battering and sucking against my clitoris with such passion that it left me a barely-competent and trembling mess. It was as if she was the one atop of me. I could feel myself clenching around the once-cold metal inside my ass, squeezing into her thigh with my free hand as my hips shifted against her face. I shook my head to try and steel myself, taking a shaky, deep breath of air as I sat up, staring down at her stomach which was contracting due to the dildo which I was just only holding. And so, I began to move it, twisting it deeper and deeper before pulling it out. Soon enough, my hand became a blur, and Sona was unable to please me any further as she was being overwhelmed by pleasure.

And again, my collar began to heat up.

"Continue!" I ordered, removing my fingers from her thigh as I spread her legs apart, trying to prevent her climax.

I pulled the dildo out and turned it off, watching how it dripped with her juices, feeling some saliva running down from the side of my mouth. It came closer and closer to my face, the tip pressing against the tip of my lips as I began to part them. But the growing warmth emanating from my collar suddenly disappeared as Sona's hands tightened around my hips, her tongue slithering its way inside my womanhood before wriggling around. I shook my head as I pulled the dildo away from my face, recoiling in disgust that I was about to do something so revolting. Instead, I shoved it back inside where it belonged and flipped its switch, chuckling as Sona froze up for a moment before quickly continuing to prevent me from getting angry.

Time quickly passed by for Sona, I assume, but not for me. This was hell. All this was doing was reminding me of my inability to cum. I was growing bored of turning the dildo on and off, and I bet Sona's jaw is aching by now. So… I let her cum and felt nothing but envy as she quivered underneath my weight, feeling the breath of her silent moans against my dripping pussy as I continued to angrily pump the dildo. My wrist was growing tired and so I turned the dildo off and left it sheathed within her, but then I quickly noticed how hot I was… or more specifically; how hot the collar was.

And then it suddenly got very cold.

And then I felt the monster climbing out onto my back from behind me, its tendrils coiling around my limbs and placing me on all fours over Sona's body. My teeth ground against each other as two tentacles shoved themselves into my pussy, and then my teeth separated to let out a strained groan as two tendrils began to pump back and forth one after the other. Sona could do nothing but watch as sweat and slime dripped onto her stunned body, forced to watch me be molested by a sex-hungry tentacle monster bound to me just for someone else's amusement.

"So – "

I tried to say something, but I froze up, scared as I felt the monster brushing one of its nine whips against my new, large buttplug. It spent a few moments rubbing against it as if it were acknowledging the effort which I'm taking to prevent it from entering my most sacred hole.

Sacred? Did you forget what happened last night? Your thoughts? Your emotions? Don't try and forget how much you loved that hole being desecrated.

Something about its movements was making me feel as if the monster didn't like that it was being denied an entrance, because once it stopped prodding against the buttplug, it became more violent. My rampant heartbeat was nearly deafening, and I opened my eyes to pull myself out from my dreadful thoughts and saw that Sona's ankles were anxiously pulling against the rope wrapped tight around them. This must be horrifying to her just as much as it was humiliating for me. I just wanted this to end, but another minute, and then another, and then another passed by. Seconds felt like hours, and minutes felt years. And barely a second went by without something pitiful squeezing its way out from my clenched teeth.

I couldn't even tell how long it was before the tentacles finally slowed down, leaving me a panting mess as I fell against Sona's body, my face smothered into the sheets as I heaved my chest from exhaustion. And even though I felt so humiliated and defeated, I felt disappointed too. My body twitched anxiously, wishing that those twisted, purple tentacles would let it tremble from an intense climax. But instead, all that monster did was made me suffer what felt like a lifetime of edging...

I spend a few moments recovering my stamina before reaching in front of me and undoing Sona's binds. I then sat up and almost fell over, my dizzy body throbbing from being on the brink of climax as I resisted all urges to make a vain attempt to cum. I turned around and saw Sona looking at me, silent as ever, her face slightly contorted with fear and worry as I watched her bound wrists fidgeting within the rope confining them to my headboard. I remained silent and bent over her, feeling guilty as more sweat dripped off my bosom and onto her face as I undid the rope, rolling off to the side of her so that she could be free to leave my room.

Sona wasted no time with getting up, placing a hand on my dresser as she seemed to be unable to walk properly, looking over at me with this… pitiful look. I hated that she was giving me a stare that made me feel so weak – but the look had some distrust in it too, making me realize that she was staring at something that should have been gone.

If I were telling the truth…

"Uh…" I muttered, looking down at my curse marks. "I-I don't know why that happened…"

I looked back up at her and she only returned a slightly disgruntled glanced before grabbing her uniform and getting dressed, avoiding eye contact with me the entire time. I just sat there in silence, my heart still beating as I watched her cover her naked, sweaty, and slutty body with somewhat of an angsty look to her face. I don't blame her. Being forced to see the tentacles like that must have been traumatizing… and she must not trust me anymore either.

Just like how I don't trust this slab of metal locked around my neck…

To Be Continued...