Lauren needs more power

“Unfortunately, for what I really want to do to you, I need a bit more power. So I’ll need to introduce you to a friend of mine in the meanwhile ~”

How did she manage to make what was certain to involve intolerable torment sounds so arousing? How was it possible to feel even more turned on after the pegging he had just endured?

Lauren moved out of John’s field of vision, leaving him dangling there in the middle of this dungeon room that had impossibly materialized in place of their bedroom. For the first time John had a moment to attempt to collect himself, and think through the events of the past… hours? He wasn’t sure how long he Lauren had been pegging him just now. There was a strange (and very sexy) voice that has been in his head and coming out of Lauren’s mouth… was it even Lauren in control of her body anymore? That sexy, sexy body still dressed as a latex playboy bunny…

John couldn’t get himself to concentrate on the thought of nagging danger. Questions like how it was possible for this dungeon to exist, what power has animated the chains and cuffs to attack him, why he couldn’t cum, what those purple flames had been… all those questions just wouldn’t stick in his mind. When he tried to focus on them, images of Lauren and that bunny outfit filled the forefront of his mind. An intense desire for this woman to resume fucking him built up again, and John began to struggle in his bonds as if begging for more…Needing more.

Lauren returned, and when John laid eyes on the latex bunnysuit any remaining nagging doubts fled his mind. Logic and reason could not remain so long as this lustful creature had her attention on him. The unknown danger only increased the erotic thrill now, the only mystery John cared about what was she would do to him next.

The answer lay in her hands: a cylinder with an inner sleeve and a small tube leading down to a box. Lauren was focused on preparing it with lube and finishing the final touches of setup. When she was finally ready, she turned to look John in the eyes with the biggest evil grin on her face he had ever seen.

Lauren pressed a button on a strange box attached to the tube, and a rhythmic sucking sound began. John’s eyes grew wide, seeing the inner rubber inside the clear cylinder pulse and realizing exactly what it was for. He had only a second to attempt to protest loudly, but couldn’t get anything coherent past the ballgag and his failing only caused Lauren to laugh out loud, laughing at the futility of his residence.

Lauren slid the sleeve over his raging hard cock, and John instantly knew he was totally doomed.