Chapter Twenty Four

Once she was gone, Micah turned to Daphne. She desperately wanted to free her girlfriend but didn’t dare touch the crimson ties that were clearly cursed. Instead, she dropped to a knee and spoke in an urgent whisper.

“Love, you have to work with me to escape, okay? We’re magically stuck together, but if you can wriggle in the direction my phone went–”

“She was right, ya know. You’re very pretty.” Daphne slurred, sounding drunk. “Wanna kiss? Mouth still tastes like FrankMaster’s spunk, so you’ll probs be able to taste it too.”

Grimacing at the reminder, Micah checked on the flickering glow at the basement rear. The faint noises of sex were getting louder. A shot of fear straightened her spine.

“Later, I promise. All the kisses you want.” After a stern lecture and several bottles of mouthwash. “Do this one thing for me. Like in a three-legged race, we need to move as one. We’ll retrieve my phone, call for help, get rescued, and try to forget tonight ever happened.”

Solid plan. They’d have to move quickly because the silky soft cords tickled her panty line. Drawing a shaky breath, she shuffled towards the best guesstimate of her phone’s final resting place… and Daphne didn’t budge.

“I’m sorry for being such a crap partner.” The unmoving lump of a woman lamented with a sigh. “You’re so kind and understanding all the time. I’m just a whirlwind of drama flinging shit on anyone who gets close. A bukkake tornado, that’s me. You deserve better. I want to be better.”

Micha couldn’t suppress an eye roll. Typical Daphne, she had to get maudlin at the worst possible time. But right now, seriously? She wanted to slap some sense into her forlorn lover.

Instead, Micah lowered herself to all fours and prepared to drag the useless mass like a tire pull exercise. She’d carry them both out of here if it came to that—inch by painful inch.

“Master–that’s what the cat-eared skank insists we call Frank–said he can fix me. Grant me absolution with his massive prick.” Daphne snuffled, clutching tighter to her leg. “It feels incredible when he disciplines me. The agony is exquisite. Purifying. I kept cumming non-stop when he destroyed my asshole. It… redefined me on a spiritual level. I can’t wait for you to meet the awesome hunk he has become.”

Warning bells blared in Micah like a five-alarm fire. She scratched and scrambled at the cement flooring. She needed to reach her phone before…

A silken rope squirmed under her crotch beneath the black satin panties, parting her feminine folds before hooking over her generous hips. She gasped and almost collapsed when the sinful pressure turned her bones into jelly.

“No. Please god, no.” She prayed, quaking with unbidden bliss. “Not here. Not like this!”

She crumbled underneath the onslaught of sensual delight. Collapsing to the floor like a broken puppet. The crimson bindings slithered along sensitive flesh, unbelievably soft yet pulling taut enough to send erotic jolts of pleasure throughout her nervous system.

They slid up Micah’s belly, burrowed under her blouse and lacy bra to encapsulate her heavy breasts, winding around her hardening nipples, knotting into rings. Salacious sensations bombarded the spasming Latina from all sides. Wrapping around her like the crimson bow on a Christmas present.

“Nhhhhrgh~!”

A gentle hand touched her shoulder. Daphne’s inflated chest pressed into her back.

“Don’t fight it, dollface. It feels good, right? Let it happen.” More loops of enchanted cordage manifested, trapping them together in a spooning position. Daphne’s other hand trailed under Micah’s pencil skirt to rest over her puffy mound. She slid a finger past the gusset of her dampening panties. “I’ll keep you wet and ready until FrankMaster is done with Bernie. She turned out feistier than expected, so we might be here for a while. How ‘bout that kiss, babe?”

Heart racing, twitching ecstatically on her partner’s delving digit, Micah craned her neck to meet her girlfriend's lips. Their tongues tangoed, and, as promised, Daphne’s tasted of salt and manly musk.

The building tension began to thrum through every part of her lush figure, tingling her fingers and toes. The wonderfully soft ropes continued to creep until they surrounded her like a cherry-hued net emanating gentle shocks of pleasing power, which her hyper-sensitive body readily absorbed.

It pooled in Micah’s center, swirling and swelling. She jittered and mewled helplessly when Daphne slid a second finger past her dewy lips, curling them in the way she adored.

She was almost there, skirting the edge of an earth-shaking orgasm, the magic climbing to critical levels within her. A meltdown was imminent… yet something held her back.

“FrankMaster is going to take our virginities, sweet cheeks. Our proper virginities. Not that fake girl-on-girl crap we’ve been playing at all this time.” Daphne whispered, brushing her lips down Micah’s neck. “That wasn’t real sex, see? Not like when he shoves that godlike cock inside you and stretches you past your limits. Fuck, I thought he was going to break me. Next time, I hope he does…”

“Oh, god!”

She couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. The increasing pressure from without and within was smothering Micah. It hammered at her senses. She felt like a steam boiler on the verge of blowing a gasket. Her lover’s clever fingers and gentle kisses, the enchanted bindings pinching delicate flesh beneath her disheveled clothing, the mounting energy churning in her core…

“He’ll claim us both. We’ll be together always. His eager fucktoy concubines.” Daphne’s warmth seeped into her back as questing fingertips stroked her special spot. “We’ll still get to play with each other whenever it arouses FrankMaster. Taking turns licking his sacramental spunk out of our pussies before he fills them again and again…”

“HYAAAAAA!!”

It was too much. In a blaze of spectral blue light, the dam was breached. Raw lust and magic flooded Micah’s body, blasting every cell and atom with unfiltered ecstasy. With nowhere to go–lacking an outlet–it saturated her in arcane power.

Blinded by her apocalyptic climax, the raven-haired beauty didn’t feel her open blouse and strict skirt tear under the weight of her expanding bottom and bust. Stitches unraveled, buttons popped and cloth shredded as hers bulged outwards, becoming more ****.

Ripening tits overflowed her lacy black bra like rising dough. Firm but springy, they pushed under her chin until the clasp snapped, and two pillowy orbs bounced free, sitting high and proud on her chest, bound in red cords.

The smart skirt split apart around her widening hips and thickening posterior. The seams tore, revealing blemishless, supple flesh. Her enlarging proportions taxed the sensible satin underwear until it flossed her ass crack like a shoestring thong and pulled thin across her tortured slit.

Micah’s hair lengthened down her back in wavy flowing tresses, reflecting the ghostly blue light like polished obsidian. Her lips plumped, permanently taking on the same ruby hue of her lipstick. Any body hair below her sharpening cheekbones simply vanished, leaving smooth, poreless skin that begged to be touched.

Juices gushed, hot and plentiful, when she came. Dousing Daphne’s knuckles in girly nectar as a single realization monopolized her spinning mind…

For the first time in her life, Micah had a fearsome itch that only a big hard dick could scratch.

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