More torments

Emily's eyes were wide as she turned to face Jeannie. Fear filled her heart at the thought of more games being played with her. She had just recently lost her virginity and had found the whole experience painful in the ****. The thought of having more of that inflicted upon her in the guise of a tea party somehow made it worse. A dawning realization came over Emily at that moment. The dress had reminded her of the favorite one she wore to church as a child, the room was decorate in an obscene way but was reminiscent of her room before she had gotten older, and the way her hair was done up was just like she used to do it as a little girl. The reason all of it was familiar was because everything here was not only modelled from her childhood but much of it was from her childhood. The dress was even the original one albeit modified heavily into the sexualized lingerie it was presently.

The look on Emily's face must have been readily apparent to Jeannie who kissed her on the check, "Oh so you're just figuring it out now. You must have realized the truth, slut. We knew about your curse from the very beginning. All of this was planned since you ran into that gypsy. Just why do you think she would place such a horrendous curse on you?"

Tears filled Emily's eyes. It wasn't fair that this was happening to her. Why would anyone want to do this to another human being?

Jeannie paid the tears no mind and instead lifted Emily's skirt with her foot to look at her still smooth and tight pussy. Emily tried to move her hands to stop Jeannie's unwanted touch but found them tied behind her back and somehow locked to the chair. She tried next to close her legs but couldn't as they were strapped in place to the chair legs.

The struggling only made Jeannie frown, and she jammed the heel of her clear blocky high-heels into Emily's unprotected pussy. The intrusion of the large object drew a muffled scream from Emily as the curse kept her cunt as tight as virgin despite losing her virginity to a woman. Jeannie slowly twisted her heel around inside of Emily until the bottom of the heel was flat against her pussy lips. The pain only was intensified by the humiliation of being dominated by a young hermaphrodite dressed in a violet little girl's party dress though it lacked the sexual modifications Emily's contained.

After minutes of Jeannie painfully extracting the heel of her shoes, she sat across from Emily and smiled pleasantly, "Since you don't seem to want to be a good girl, I guess we're going to have to have my special kind of tea party."

Emily shook her head side to side and gave Jeannie a pathetic pleading look. She irrationally believed her captor might have some mercy in her. Jeannie picked up a tea cup from the table and put it to her lips.

"Don't want any tea," She asked mockingly. "Well, I guess you want to be filled with something else. Below your chair are a series of dildos on rotating system each shaped a different way, capable of filling you with a different liquid or sized to be too big for you to comfortably handle."

Emily began screaming again against her gag begging for this not to happen. Jeannie continued by holding up a remote, "I can control it with this. I think that you might need something... smooth as a first course. Don't you think?"

Her finger slammed onto a bright blue button and a mechanical buzzing sound erupted from below the chair. Emily felt a cold but indeed smooth metal object move in place against her labia. For a moment, she thought it might ease into her, but it slammed upwards with enough **** to make it halfway into her pussy in one thrust. However, Emily was too tight for it to progress. She thrashed on the metal intrusion now pain mixing with unwanted pleasure that she knew wasn't her own desire, but the beginning signs of the curse. The object withdrew and then slammed upwards again sending a new wave of pain through her body as it tried to make its way all the way to her cervix. The machine continued to pump away at her in a futile attempt to make full penetration moving out and back in at a steady rhythm.

Meanwhile, Jeannie continued to sip her imaginary tea with one hand and fondle her slowly hardening dick under the table.