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Meg, noticing the change in Elara’s demeanor, smiled wickedly as she undid the restraints. With surprising strength, she lifted Elara up from her lap and tossed her onto a nearby silk bed. The luxurious fabric felt cool against Elara’s skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within her.
Elara lay there for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts and cling to her determination to escape. But Meg was relentless, flipping her over onto her elbows and knees, arranging her in a doggy style position with practiced ease. Elara’s heart raced as she realized the new position exposed her further, leaving her at the witch’s mercy.
Meg stood behind Elara, taking a moment to admire the sight before her. Elara’s body was a picture of beauty and grace, her smooth, toned buttocks presented perfectly for the witch’s greedy gaze. The witch’s hands moved to Elara’s rear, her fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh with a commanding grip that made Elara’s skin tingle.
Elara felt a wave of revulsion mixed with unwanted arousal as Meg continued her exploration. The witch’s touch was both possessive and invasive, her fingers spreading Elara’s cheeks wide to reveal her most private areas. Elara’s breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling with a mix of fear and the effects of the salve.
Meg leaned in closer, her breath hot against Elara’s exposed skin. The witch’s tongue flicked out, trailing teasingly along the length of Elara’s crack, starting at her dripping folds and moving upward with maddening slowness. Each lick sent shivers through Elara’s body, the sensation both disgusting and exhilarating as the witch explored her most intimate areas.
Meg’s tongue moved in long, languid strokes, tracing over Elara’s skin with a skillful precision that left her gasping. The witch took her time, savoring each moment as she ran circles around Elara’s puckered hole, teasing the sensitive skin with light, fluttering touches.
Elara quivered under the witch’s ministrations, her body betraying her as the sensations overwhelmed her senses. She felt herself shaking, her mind a whirl of emotions as she tried to resist the effects of the salve and the witch’s touch.
But Meg was relentless, her tongue probing deeper as she spread Elara’s cheeks wider, delving into her hole with a deliberate insistence that made Elara’s skin prickle. The sensation was both invasive and intoxicating, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through her body as she struggled to maintain control.
“You’re such a delight, my dear,” Meg murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she continued her exploration. “I could spend forever exploring every inch of you, making you mine in every way.”
Despite the witch’s words, Elara’s mind remained focused on escape. Her determination to break free and reclaim her freedom burned brightly within her, fueling her efforts to resist Meg’s control.
As Meg continued her torment, Elara steeled herself for the challenge ahead. She would not be defeated or broken, and she vowed to find a way to turn the tables on her captor. Her spirit remained unyielding, her mind sharp and ready for the moment when she could finally reclaim her freedom.
Elara's mind was a tumult of emotions as she desperately tried to escape the witch's relentless attention. Her body, still slick with the serum, trembled under Meg’s touch, every sensation magnified by the salve’s aphrodisiac effect. Despite the fog of compliance threatening to overtake her, Elara’s instincts screamed for her to flee, to escape the humiliating torment she was being subjected to.
As Meg’s tongue continued to probe her most intimate places, Elara attempted to crawl away, her muscles straining against the witch's grip. She wiggled and squirmed, trying desperately to shake Meg’s long, slimy tongue from her body. But the witch was unyielding, her fingers digging into Elara’s waist as she pulled her closer, denying her any chance of escape.
Meg seemed to relish Elara’s struggles, her grip firm as she dove deeper, her tongue plunging into Elara with an insistent rhythm that made the princess gasp. The witch alternated between teasing licks at her entrance and deeper plunges, exploring Elara’s body with a depraved glee that left her quivering and breathless.
Elara’s fists clenched the silk sheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought against the sensations overwhelming her. Her toes curled involuntarily, every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed, her voice a desperate plea for release from the witch’s torment.
Suddenly, Meg flipped Elara onto her back, her tongue leaving with a wet plop that left the princess gasping for air. Elara lay there for a moment, her heart racing as she looked up at her captor with wide, frightened eyes. Meg’s gaze was hungry as she studied Elara’s body, her eyes tracing over every curve and contour with a possessive hunger.
With a wicked smile, Meg grabbed Elara by the hips, lifting her effortlessly into the air. Elara’s shoulders dragged against the sheets as Meg positioned her, draping the princess’s long, smooth legs over her shoulders. The position left Elara exposed and vulnerable, her body at the mercy of the witch’s every whim.
Meg wasted no time, her tongue flicking out to tease and lick at Elara’s folds with a deliberate precision that left her moaning despite herself. The witch’s touch was relentless, her fingers playing with Elara’s clit while her other hand roamed over her toned abdomen, caressing and groping with a skillful touch.
Elara’s mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions, her body betraying her as it responded to Meg’s attentions. She tried to scream, to protest the witch’s depraved acts, but Meg silenced her cries with a sudden, wicked twist of magic.
With a wave of her hand, Meg conjured a pulsating, vibrating dildo that materialized inside Elara’s mouth, muffling her cries and pleas. The sensation was overwhelming, the vibrations filling her mouth and stifling her protests as the witch continued her exploration.
Meg chuckled softly, clearly delighted by the sight of Elara’s helplessness. “You’re such a delightful plaything, my dear,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she continued her ministrations. “I could do this forever, exploring every inch of your beautiful body.”
Despite the witch’s taunts, Elara’s resolve remained unbroken. Her determination to escape burned brightly within her, fueling her efforts to resist Meg’s control. She knew she had to endure this for now, to wait for the right moment to act.
As Meg continued her torment, Elara steeled herself for the challenge ahead. She would not be defeated or broken, and she vowed to find a way to turn the tables on her captor. Her spirit remained unyielding, her mind sharp and ready for the moment when she could finally reclaim her freedom.
Meg paused her assault on Elara just as she sensed the princess nearing the brink of climax. With a wicked grin, she pulled away, leaving Elara trembling and whimpering on the silk sheets. The abrupt cessation of stimulation left Elara gasping, the vibrating dildo still pulsing in her throat, muffling her protests and pleas.
Meg surveyed the scene with satisfaction before flicking her wrist, summoning restraints that clamped onto Elara’s wrists and ankles. The shackles pulled her limbs to the corners of the bed, stretching her out in a display of vulnerability and helplessness. The sensation of the cool metal against her skin only heightened Elara’s sense of exposure, her body glistening under the dim light of the chamber.
Without missing a beat, Meg attached a high-frequency pleasure wand to Elara’s vag... [READ MORE]
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