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A Time for Punishment | android1966 | 35

 

You grimly grit your teeth, trying to drive all thoughts of sexual arousal from your mind in the hope that your body will obey. You try to raise yourself to lessen the contact between your cunt lips and the tip of the probe. Spread eagled as you are though you can only push up with the tips of your toes and your crotch is raised barely half an inch. The fleshy outer lips of your aroused sex are just barely brushing the magical device now, but you are not sure how long you can remain on tiptoes.

The potion has your body hot and craving stimulation and you have to concentrate hard to resist the urge to thrust downwards and attempt to impale yourself. For maybe a minute everything goes well and you manage to stoically dampen your sexual urges. Then to your dismay you feel a trickle of your feminine juices run down the crease of your cunt and begin to pool. So sensitive has the philerotos potion made your nether lips that you feel the drop of pussy juice swell until it drips down onto the head of the maiden's probe.

"Oh fuck!" You moan, as the splash of the dripping cunt juice hits the probe and you feel it elongate so that it once more touches your labia and insinuates itself fractionally between your lips.

The slight parting of your cunt lips brings forth more of your juices, trickling from your dampened sex onto the head of the probe. Slowly but steadily it grows, pushing up and widening the hot entrance to your womanly sheath. The backs of your ankles are beginning to feel the strain of remaining on the tips of your toes and you know that soon you will be forced to relax, which will lower your crotch even further.

"Look at her face!" You hear someone shout out in the crowd. "The slut can't control herself much longer."

The taunt is true, the need in your loins nags at you insistently. With a growl of frustration you relax your strained calf muscles and your body sinks down the mere half inch you had managed to raise your body. Your fleshy lips slide open over the tip of the probe and once more the contact causes it to lengthen. Your sex widens easily to admit the shaft and an inch of the mock phallus slides up into your slick cunt.

Your hips move automatically, rotating to rub your moist sex over the probes tip. It swells at the wet contact and movement and spears upwards another inch into you. You feel your clitoris throb with arousal and your cunt flexes around the shaft hungrily, seeking to draw the probe into itself. Slowly, but remorselessly, the maiden's probe grows. You can think of nothing but it's rigid intrusion into your cunt now.

"Oh fuck!" You swear again, your hips and crotch rocking to caress the probe within you soaking vagina.

So strong is your arousal you barely contain your writhing and moaning as your heat and movement encourages the probe to swell and expand further to assuage your sexual need. It steadily fills and stretches your cunt, spearing up inside you and you only dimly care that it has grown to a length that will surely mean you have failed the test. Moaning with sexual desire you rock your hips, welcoming the hard shaft and attempting to work yourself to orgasm with as little visible movement as possible.

 

What happens when your time is up?


          Your failing, but try to keep some dignity.

 
 
 

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