You move your hips with urgent need, impaling yourself wantonly before the watching throng. Bound spreadeagled as you are your movement is severly limited, but by raising your body by arching your feet you can managed to make the phallus like probe slide inside your slick cunt an inch or so. You grimace with the effort, your calf muscles straining. You wish that your hands were free to rub at your swollen throbbing clit. that you might work yourself to orgasm with ease.
The crowd that was so silent begins to become more vocal as you writhe in your restraints in your efforts to bring yourself off. Though your eyes are tightly shut and your face set in determined concentration on the task at hand the jeers and catcalls are clear to you.
"BITCH...SLUT...WHORE!" The insults are screamed loudly at you.
You clamp your jaw firmly shut, though you would dearly love to scream insults back at the cruel and cowardly mob. You save your energy though, such craven peasents are beneath you. Not one of them would have dared to raise their voice to you if you were free with sword in hand. Only with you bound and helpless could they summon their pathetic courage to abuse you.
The insults are worrying though. You had accepted the return of the probe with a goal in mind. Knowing the effect of the philerotos potion you meant to bring yourself to climax as many times as you were able by your own actions. The hope was that freedom of will would imprint itself in your future increased desire and counter the desire for restraints and abuse. The humiliation of the crowds jeers might well imprint themselves too you realise, leaving a yearning for humiliation.
Your body thrusts and twists desperately, the probe growing ever larger as it is caressed and heated by your dripping cunt. It fills you and stretches your sex wider than any cock you have ever ridden. You cry out lustily as you climax, your cunt's muscles clampin around the invasive shaft. Still you drive yourself onwards, your stamina and strength enhanced by the potion coursing through your veins. You wrench a second and then a third climax from your body, dancing like a puppet in your bonds as you orgasm.
"FUCKING CUNT....DIRTY WHORE....FILTHY BITCH" The jeers continuously resound as you grind and scream out in the throes of orgasm.
As your manage to bring yourself to completion for a fourth time the hated voice of the judge cuts through the crowds cries. The mob falls silent as the perverted bastard speaks.
"Enough, the bitch is here to suffer and pay for her crimes." He shouts loudly. "Not enjoy her foul lusts. Remove the probe and move on to her punishment." |