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Pain shot through him again as he felt her foot on his crotch. Her foot, however, had no shoe on it this time, only the stocking that covered her legs stopped the smooth, silk like skin from pressing against his cock. Fear was filling him now as blood pumped through his body at a scary pace. His hands and feet writhed under her not so gentle touch of her foot as it proceeded to move quash and bruise his penis. His blood shot around his body and fear sank it's fang into him as he realised where all of the blood was going. In his fear with a heart beating faster than Master Yi had been on her in that Janna scandal, his blood congregated in his phallus. And slowly, at a humiliating speed and in a humiliating place, this humiliating reaction made his cock go hard. It rose ever so slightly off his body as if to stand to attention to the dominatrix that was over him. Tears welled up in his eyes as all feeling from his arms and legs disappeared as the blood left them. His world now rested on his cock, quite literally he thought as he stopped watching his own reaction, his own body moving against him and now up into the face of his captor. The lines of water ran down from his face slowly, adding more water to the sheets of the already wet bed.

To Syndra, this is what she lived for. That humiliation, that feeling of utter powerlessness in front of her was what she wanted out of her partners. No one was suitable for her, no one could overpower her, so every man was a failure, every man was nothing more than a sheet of paper filled with hormones. She confirmed it every single time, none of them could control themselves in front of her. All of them just got taken over by their instincts, rabid dogs thinking of nothing but sex. Their humiliation filled her, made her feel ecstatic. Not one of them could satisfy this feeling. Not one. She could feel the tension building inside him as she continued to hurt him. She stood on his thighs, her heels digging down through the flesh to the man's bones. Her arms were crossed beneath her breasts, her lips twisted into a bloodcurdling smile, baring her teeth ever so slightly. His silent screams made her body shiver slightly as complete dominance ran through her entire body, her fingertips tingling with untold power and pleasure.

With one foot on his member, she proceeded to toy with him, her toes coming apart and curling around the neck of the head, then closing painfully to cut off the blood flow. His body was shaking now, though thankfully her magic kept her from falling off whilst still digging into his leg. The bulbous head turned steadily purple as his breathing elevated again. Breathing. She watched his chest rise and fall rapidly and had not one, but two ideas. She was starting to feel it now, this absolute power was getting to her. A spark inside her had been lit, the elastic was starting to tighten, and she couldn't wait until the point when it exploded.

He was running out of air slowly and even how fast he breathed, there wouldn't be enough to keep him going. Little spots of black were starting to cover the edges of his vision as his eyes rolled backwards. Pain was shocking through his body, every hit a thunderclap, every stamp a vortex of pain in his stomach. Breathing was all he could do and he was running out. It felt as though the room was getting hotter. The air was thicker that he sucked in and soon the black spots were starting to fade away. Pain jolted through him and his body contracted, his lungs reacting the only way they could, and drew in gallons of air. It was wet, so humid his parched throat instantly was slick with saliva. The body reacted immediately and sweat started covering his entire body, his hands became slimy, his head a fountain and the stench that radiated from his body filled the room like a tropical disease. He got kicked with the silken foot again and his lungs inhaled one more time as he tried to grit his teeth in a worthless effort to overcome the pain. Muggy air filled his throat and didn't stop filling it. His throat contracted in an effort to pull the air down into his lungs, but it was stuck there. His body recoiled, shaking violently as his body tried to clean out his airways, to cough up the invisible object. He was drowning on the sodden air, so humid it was.

Syndra laughed as he coughed up and spluttered out the water that had condensed in his own throat. She stroked the length of her arms, revelling in the atmosphere of the room. Water was coagulating on her body making her skin smooth. Sweat was starting to form and mix with the water so she removed her headdress, letting her hair fall down free behind her as beads of liquid started summating on her body. She ran her hands up and down her arms, the surface becoming smooth as the thin layer of water was spread out. But it congregated in the joints, the cracks, the curves. A thin sheen of water was already gathering on her chest, building in her cleavage. She licked her lips and ran a hand up over her breasts and into her own cleavage where it disappeared from view as she gently squeezed each teat gently. The fire inside her raged as she basked in her control. Pleasure, physical, demanding pleasure was running through her body right now as she massaged her chest within its tight confines. They hadn't even gotten to the main dish yet. Syndra licked her wet lips again as that thought flew through her head.

Fear was gripping him so tightly now his cock stood almost upright. Blood was draining from him his body, his limbs becoming deathly pale as it accumulated around his crotch. His body rose and sank with his wheezing breaths as he desperately fought to survive. Tension had been building even if he hadn't noticed, and she enacted the second idea. She waited for one whole minute. Then one foot on his dick, she stood on it taking the other foot off his leg, giving him sweet relief from the constant pain. Before smashing it down onto his neck, cutting off his air. His mouth gasped with what little air was in there and his entire torso clenched, his ribs coming showing through his skin as his lungs tried to expand to maximum to grasp at whatever air they could. His arms barely tried tugging at their restraints they were so powerless. His body instead thrust outwards, his crotch flailing out into the air. He could feel his entire body building behind itself as it sought to explode, to get rid of the restraints and move outwards. To draw in life.

The foot left his neck and all tension inside him released. He drew in a colossal breath, his lungs filling themselves with oxygen. This his body burst outwards. He exhaled and he spammed out of control. But humiliation came at last. He came. His cock ruptured out cum high into the air. It hung there for a second before coming back down and splattering all on him. He could see the bitch laughing loudly, floating backwards as five massive spurts of pure white seed was emptied from him. He didn't know where this was all coming from as his mind tried cramming in the information. Pleasure filled him despite all the pain. The pain only seemed to amplify the pleasure that he felt. Even after contracting only a little of his bloody actually returned to his limbs as his body squirmed from such immense pleasure. Fear and pain filled his mind but both now only pushed up the pleasure which crashed through him. Waves of it hit him after each spurt so powerful his hips made small thrusting motions trying to prolong each experience.

Syndra was laughing. The man, like every other, had just gone and soiled himself with his own seed. These pathetic animals really have no backbone, no spine, nothing. It was as if the world would never give her what she desired, yet always gave her what she desire. Not one. She smiled at him when her laughing was controllable. It was going to be over soon now, so she would at least give him something he could enjoy. The fire inside her was raging now and her juices were actually running down her leg. She started taking off her clothes, carefully depositing them in a pile below her. She peeled each piece off slowly, the humidity in the air causing each article of clothing to stick to her body. She cast a look over her shoulder to the man still restrained to the bed. He knew nothing of what was going to happen but he could guess at least some of it.

He watched her like a hawk. Piece by small piece she was revealing skin to him. Fear gripped him still, but not as intensely as before. Some beacon of light, some small hope had somehow emerged from the previous events. He might survive. A sex slave he would be but he might survive somehow. Though this brought up other fears of what would happen whilst being the slave. He didn't want to know. The pain had faded away and with the fear shrinking slightly, a small amount of blood had flowed to his limbs. Pins and needles spiked his fingertips as blood seemingly gushed through them. But it was tension that had really filled him. Sexual tension was now filling his mind after the storm of pleasure had subsided. His phallus still stood to attention because of it, still almost like a mast off his body and it only grew harder and harder as more and more skin was revealed. His fantasies grasped at the impossible. He wanted for it to happen, let this humiliation be satisfied with something at the very least!

He was rewarded when she turned around. The smooth thick thighs made each careful step forwards. She was purposefully not floating so she could enjoy every second she walked up to him no doubt. Plump and slightly pale, as if their owner had not seen enough sunlight for her own good. They connected smoothly to her hips creating dashing curves upwards as it rounded off her ass. He'd seen her butt when she was changing, though it lacked plumpness. The main focus was on the waist and hips, the waist which flared inwards creating a balance against the hips that flared outwards. Her smooth stomach was toned, abs showing through around her tiny waist. Her body expanded outwards as it went higher to her chest. The breasts were modest, as he'd suspected but they did not sag. Either youth or magic had clearly kept them in place as they rounded quite wonderfully. Her neck was long and thin, her head balanced delicately on top of it.

Juices ran down her legs as her thighs rubbed the liquid together on top of one another. Her pussy was aching to be satisfied, practically burning up inside her, but she had learnt the build-up. She knew the payoff of taking it slow would be so much more. She still had to make him fear her, she still had to dominate him but her hormones rebelled. She wanted to ride him stupid, to smash herself down upon the pike but her self-control overruled it. She would at least tease him first. So she got to the foot of the bed and waited for a second.

She sensed desperation as she crawled onto the bed. Her breasts swayed below her, her hair cascading down off her shoulders. She was being merciless, she could've hovered over him and started the wild ride, or even just walked on top of him. But her energy and passion came from the dominance. She flicked the hard penis in front of her with malice. It was like a statue carved by the ancients, solid. So she punched his ball sac. He writhed again and fear began to spread, she could feel it in the air. Oh how she loved the toying around. Sex is amazing, but the foreplay is just absolute fun… She had to mince this man. She stood up slowly watching his face closely. It was currently contorting in pain and she smiled. It should be like this. She drew her leg back and kicked hard. She met hard resistance, but still he felt pain. Blood was now thronging so much she wondered if he was steadily going numb down there.

He wasn't writing around as much as before so maybe he had… Another kick later told her he was, steadily going numb.

The hardened cock was going to go flaccid if he was going numb. Damn. Which meant she had to keep it up. Her stomach growled, spilling out more juices from her orifice. It was time to give into the craving.

She dropped herself onto the pole.

Her body roared in delight as pleasure smashed through her. So sensitive she was she couldn't stop a moan from coming through her lips at first contact. Oh god, her experiences were few and far between but it made her question why she didn't do this more often. Pain spiked through her between the waves though. Taking an entire dick at once was never a good idea and her mind blanked out momentarily as the sense of being stuffed covered her thoughts. Her breathing increased and she concentrated on steadying it and herself.

She circled her hips unthinkingly. She grinded herself on the cock, allowing the circular motions to accustom herself to the man's size. Stirring it inside her, she allowed her pleasure to bubble away as the man below her shook. He was out of control though, his hips were making small thrusting motions wildly. She disapproved and smacked him right across the face with the back of her hand, but still he continued. She sighed and crossed her arms beneath her chest to stop her breasts from bouncing from the small thrusting. Absentmindedly she grabbed her nipples and started rolling them in her fingers slowly. Pleasure slowly came through them, like small waves. Her breathing increased slightly because of it though, and soon she was ready.

One hand went downwards and touched her clit. Pleasure blasted through her and she whimpered, her hand going from rubbing her nipple to grabbing her entire breast and squeezing it with the clit. She inhaled faster and decided to ride him. She kept rubbing and riding took over in her frenzied mind. Pleasure detonated through her and she rode him madly. The room was completely silent other than her loud moans and the sound of wet flesh slapping together.

The other breast bounced free as she flew up and down on the pillar. Magic helped speed her along as her tightness clamped down on the cock she rode. She might have ripped his dick off if it wasn't for the obscene amount of lubricant they were both providing. She needed this pounding and was getting the one she wanted. She proceeded to shove the dick into her snatch. She let go of the other breast and let them both bounce hypnotically in front of the man as she rubbed her clit. Pleasure was all she could feel right now. Her firm but jiggling body had sweat all over it as she bounced, the drops of sweat and water being flung all around the room. Her breathing was in fact covered by her constant moaning and the slaps of skin on skin. It echoed around the room. Squelches filled the quieter area of sound as the cock disappeared inside her again, and again, and again. Her stomach jiggled slightly with every thrust.

The man's bindings were released and he thrust as hard as he could. He had little to no power in his limbs though and only managed to thrust up as she came down. Pleasure was making him twitch as his arms tried feebly to do something in this situation.

She rode him constantly, so long that she forgot time altogether. It'd built inside her, released at first contact but it had built again. As she pounded on top of him, she dropped down and grabbed his neck with both hands, strangling him.

'Cum in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…'

She let go of his neck and the tension shattered as they finished. A small snap was heard. Liquids filled the bed creating a stick mess. Syndra collapsed backwards onto the edge of the bed, her breathing little more than a panting. She crawled off the bed and opened the window by hand.

She used the last of her magic she could muster to fling the now dead body out of the window. No doubt someone in Ionia would find the naked man soon enough. Not that there would be any explanation for him.

She inhaled. She exhaled. She smiled. She sauntered over to the bed and lay in it, curling up underneath the sheets.

Men. They may be better than masturbation toys, but fuck them.


Sorry if this one was a little bit shorter than usual, that is because this story was in fact based of the historic 'Black Widows'. Women who would actually kill the other person at the point of orgasm during sex. And then would take a piece of them for themselves. Eugh…