In the same way, until she gets a visitor.

The treatment repeated itself over and over. They would massage the vile concoction deep into her skin, covering every part of her body, down to her most sensitive and private areas. When they were done, they would leave, leaving Gabrielle alone to deal with the feelings flowing through her body.

Her entire body was flushed with arousal, her breasts tingled with a pleasant sensation. Her pussy throbbed with desire, reminding her of the orgasms that were so cruelly withheld. Her nipples pulsed with a need to be touched, standing harder than they had ever been atop her perky breasts. Her clit thrummed with desperation, wanting to be touched, to be played with. She tried to compose herself, to resist the growing urges of her body, but it proved useless. She held on for a few minutes before the desire overwhelmed her, and she tried to alleviate the growing heat of her body.

But the chains always proved too strong for her to break. No matter how much she squirmed and pulled on them, the steel was unrelenting, holding her arms and legs spread firmly apart. The only time she would be touched, was when someone came for her. And those times had so far always been the two men applying the oil. A few times, they were accompanied by the same old man from the start, who would mix up a new batch of oil for the men to use. But those three were the only people she had seen since they had chained her in this room.

They were, without a doubt, good at their job. Their hands moved across every inch of her body as they worked the oil into her, gently tracing the curves of her form as they **** her to experience things her inexperience was not used to. A few times, their actions had pushed her beyond her limits, and the sensations that had slowly been building inside of her exploded outward in a powerful orgasm. But whenever it happened, the strange runes around her crotch flared up in bright red, and a sharp coldness erupted from within her stopping the orgasm at the last moment and scattering the pleasure throughout her body.

She had become aware of what was happening to her. The oil was heightening her sensitivity a little bit with each application, and the unavoidable climb towards orgasm came faster and faster as time went by. She had no idea how long she had been chained in this way, there was no way to tell time, but if the orders of once an hour were indeed correct, then it must have been almost a full day.

She hung her head and sighed in defeat. Her hot breath caressed the top of her breasts, and she moaned softly as the gentle touch was converted into more pleasure. Her pussy convulsed in response, and a desire for something nice and big to fill her cunt overwhelmed her senses. It took her a moment to compose herself, but she managed to push the desires of her body back. For now.

The sound of the door opening made Gabrielle turn her attention towards the opening, and the person standing in it. She saw a woman standing at the room's entrance. Her tight, formfitting clothes did nothing to hide her gender or her unnatural beauty. As she stepped into the room, the torchlight illuminated her visitor properly, and she took a sharp breath as she took in the woman's features.

The first thing she noticed, was that the woman was tall, easily a full head taller than herself, maybe even more. Her clothing revealed a generous amount of skin and clung to her body in a way that revealed more of her ample curves than it hid. Her chest was full, and she had to suppress the urge to reach out for them. The shape of her ass promised a firm and round behind if she was able to get her hands on it. The seductive sway of her hips as she walked towards her had her eyes locked between the woman's legs, and she swore she could taste the sweet nectar she would find there.

A soft chuckle drew her eyes up, past the mouth-watering swell of her chest, and towards the face of the new arrival. Soft, puffy lips were curved into a sensuous smile. A cute nose sat above them, and higher still, a pair of eyes that were both hypnotizing and otherworldly. Two pools of ebony black where the normal whites would be surrounded by orbs of fiery red. Her hair was black as the night and shimmered gently as she walked across the room. The woman spoke for the first time since entering the chamber, and the sound was a melody that left Gabrielle entranced. Her futile struggles stopped, as her entire being was focused on the woman in front of her.

'My, what have we here? A little girl, lost, helpless, ****.'

The last word was whispered into Gabrielle's ear as the woman leaned closer, and she shivered uncontrollably as a wave of arousal rolled through her body, it started at her ear and went down her spine to settle between her legs. her pussy convulsed from the sensation, and the sound of rattling chains filled the room as she tried to press her legs together.

The woman laughed quietly and turned to walk towards the workbench. Gabrielle felt her nipples harden to an almost painful degree from the sound, and her eyes were glued to the sway of her hips as she crossed the short distance. She watched as a bowl was placed on top of the workbench before she turned around, and walked back towards the chained bard. The only sound in the room was the sharp clicking of her sharp heeled boots, and Gabrielle felt her desire beat in rhythm with her steps.

The woman slowly prowled around Gabrielle, her eyes taking in every detail of her exposed body. The young woman shivered under the predatory gaze, her pussy wet with desire she could not explain. She squirmed, her arms and legs straining futilely as they pulled against the unwavering steel chains. Another quiet laugh came from behind her, and this time, her clit thrummed with **** need.

'Yes, do fight back. I so enjoy it when weak, inexperienced girls try to resist as their body betrays them.'

A hand reached to touch her arm, and soft, warm fingers traced the length of her limb, all the way to her shoulders. Her sensitivity, enhanced by the many layers of oil, made the simple touch feel like the most pleasant sensation she had ever felt. She moaned quietly, unable to suppress the heat radiating from those delicate fingers. The fingers continued their exploration of Gabrielle's exposed and **** flesh, drawing moans and sighs from the young woman as she sank deeper and deeper into the gentle caress of those delicate hands. So lost was she in her emotions, that she never noticed that the strange woman was now using both her hands, quickening her fall into lust. Everywhere the woman touched, her skin became inflamed with pleasure and lust. Her eyes had rolled back, showing how far she had fallen in such a short time.

The woman, taking note of the red glow around the bound bard's sex, smiled to herself. The touch of a succubus was seductive and arousing to all, but with this woman's sensitivity raised to such an extent, she had no chance of resisting. She moved one of her hands towards Gabrielle's chest, drawing a sharp line across her young skin with her nail, a wail of lust came from her toy's mouth, and she closed her hand around the supple breast. It was small enough to fit inside her hand, and she frowned disapprovingly. She liked it when her playthings had more to them, and she promised herself to fix this later. For now, she squeezed her hand firmly into the flesh and drank in the sounds of pleasure she drew from the blonde.

For Gabrielle, the sensations she felt were overwhelming. A simple touch should not feel this good, yet it did. She was drowning in pleasure, the lust rising higher and higher. The soft moans had become louder as the seconds went by, and she was now openly moaning, shamelessly losing herself to these feelings. She felt a nail draw a sharp line across her skin, and she shuddered as more pleasure flooded into her very being. A hand closed around one of her breasts, and she sighed contently as the urge to fondle them was finally met. She was so lost in the sensation that she did not notice the growing pressure inside her body. She was helpless to stop the woman's touch and her body had already given in to its desire. It was only a few minutes after the woman had begun her work, that she had reached her limit. Lost to the pleasure as she was, she didn't notice how her body began to tighten in the familiar build-up towards release. She was so focused on the warm and pleasurable touch of the hands, that she never realised what was happening to her. Until it was too late.

The warmth and pleasure flowing through her body had reached an all-time high, and she feared she would be consumed from within by the sensations when a sudden freezing shock tore through everything, destroying her euphoric high in the process. Her eyes snapped back into focus from the shock, and she found herself breathing heavily. A burning ember of frustration was all that remained of the experience. Again, that melodious laughter filled the room from behind her. The sound had her pussy throbbing in anticipation, stoking the ember back into a warmth between her legs.

'Such a wonderful reaction from such an inexperienced young woman. And this is just the beginning.'

Her hands kept moving across Gabrielle's body, making the bard squirm in helpless arousal. She focused a few more seconds on her perk breasts, and painfully stiff nipples before she moved lower. Impossibly soft fingers traced the contours of her stomach, teasing the strung muscles she found there. Lower still, the hands went, until a single delicate finger brushed against her throbbing clit with the faintest of touches.

Gabrielle let out a long lustful moan as her clit exploded with pleasure, overwhelming her senses with unnatural levels of ecstasy. Back and forth, the finger went, and louder and louder, Gabrielle voiced her desires. Her clit was made frequently coated in that vile liquid, so it was absurdly sensitive. And the lady's impossible skill made her head swim as more and more pleasure rushed through her body.

'I will show you levels of pleasure you can not even imagine. Bring you to heights that you have never experienced. And plunge you into the deepest pits of sexual debauchery. Your delicious innocence will feed me for the rest of your life. And you will love, every, second of it.'

Her finger tapped lightly on Gabrielle's pulsating clit as she spoke those last words, making the young woman wail in pleasure. The last tap was slightly harder than the one before, and it pushed Gabrielle over the edge once more. She shook and squirmed against the chains holding her in place, and **** arousal flowed from her slit in short waves. There was a red flash from the runes and the deep moan of pleasure abruptly turned into a **** cry of denial.

Everything from the moment she touched the blonde's clit, to the cruel cut-off of her desired orgasm lasted less than a few seconds, but it was more than enough to leave Gabrielle a panting, sobbing mess. She had no way to defend against this, and she was being played like a master musician playing their instrument. The sharp clicking of the woman's heeled shoes somewhat drew her back to reality. She was just in time to see her walk towards the door, her pussy and clit throbbing in perfect harmony with the clicking of her shoes. She turned her head so she could look over her shoulder towards the spread-eagle form of Gabrielle, and the young bard could see the power and desire burning behind those demonic eyes.

'I will discuss your price with the leaders of this cult. Until I return, enjoy the continuation of your treatment.'

Gabrielle should be furious about the callous way she talked about her lost freedom, but as she watched the succubus walk out of the room, her eyes lingered on her ample breasts, the perfect curve of her ass, and her nipples ached painfully when she remembered how her hands felt when she was exploring her body. Her body burned with a fever-like heat that she knew had nothing to do with any disease. The ease with which that woman drew orgasms from her body scared her, but the way she felt was far better than anything she had ever experienced with Xena. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened again, and the two men from before stepped in.

Another hour had passed, and they once again began to work the oil into her skin, further increasing her sensitivity. She wondered how long This would go on. When the men brought a bowl of porridge with them several hours later, she knew it would not be over soon.