Preoccupy her so she can't come for you

Dad's head seemed to clear too because he scurried out of there without even getting up or saying anything, only pulling his pants up when he was in the hallway. You get up, just as spent, when you hear Sophia groaning.

"Okay you bitch, let's get you out of here." You grab her by her hair and drag her towards your door. You feel emboldened by how you and dad just treated her like a sex toy for the last 20 minutes.

"Wait, no!" Sophia paws at your arm with her hands but she's still so tired from your fuckfest so her attempts to get loose are weak and half-hearted. "Undo whatever you've done to me or I'll fucking kill you!"

"And if I do you'll what? Because before this you were going to kill me anyways. You pick up her crossbow and test something. "Here. Fuck yourself with the handle of this. Keep those hands busy."

"What, fuck off. No." Even as Sohpia protests, she brings the crossbow closer. She tries to put her finger on the trigger but instead turns it upside down before inserting it into her pussy. "Oh God, I'm too damn sore for this." She says as her hands grab the weapon by its shaft, carefully inserting the crossbow in and out of her.

"Don't worry, soreness will be the least of your issues soon," You say as you open the sticker box and bring it to your bed. You pull out a roll of the red heart stickers, the ones that kept you horny and unable to cum before. You have a theory that they're more than they appear. After all, who makes horny stickers that keep you from you can't getting off?

"No no no asshole!" Sophia skitters to the foot of the bed, her hands still preoccupied. "You're not putting another one of those on me!"

"Shut up," you say as you grab her head and **** it on your now flaccid penis. "There, suck of that for a bit."

Sofia screams into your crotch but it just comes out as a moan as she's compelled to fellate you. You make a note to look into your new confidence. Is it just from fucking Sophia into submission or something to do with your bew male form? You uncurl the roll of magic stickers. First though, a different test.

"Okay Sophia. These stickers are going to make you feel good. Like, real good. I want to see if the stack. If you're a good bitch and help me out, I'll even fuck you one last time." Sophia once again tries to shout. "Trust me, you're gonna want me to fuck you." With that you slap the first sticker onto her ass. Her moan for recognition turns into a whimper. You unstick another heart sticker and slap it onto her neck. She moans again. You slap one onto the center of her back. Now Sophia has moved from just suckling your junk to moving up and down on it. Her moans are ones of joy instead of protest now. "Okay, I'm a bit too sore for that much enthusiasm" You grab each side of her head and remove her from between your thighs, laying her against her bed.

"Fuck you," Sophia says. "You fucking- OH God!" Her gentle thrusting of her crossbow handle has become frantic, the entire thing going in and out of her multiple times a second.

"Feels good, right?"

"Asshole." You pick up the roll again from the bed. Sophia lunges out at you. She bits your wrist.

"Ow! Bitch!" You slap her.

"That's it, I was done but now you're getting the whole roll."

"Wait, no!" She outreaches her hand to stop out You grab her thumb and shove it into her mouth.

"Suck on that like a dick you slut."

You unroll the roll. Six left. There's another roll in the box so you're not worried about running out. You would be worried about what it'll do of it was anyone but Sophia. This bitch deserves this. You slam one onto her forehead. Then another on her check. Honestly, that was just an excuse to slap her again. Four more. You decide to get extra nasty. You slap one on each of her nipples. You hear her whine into her thumb. Try foreplay like that.

"Hey Sophia, want a tramp stamp?" You flip her to be on her knees, stomach down and slap a heart right where her crack ends. Then you lean in with the last stamp on your finger. "Here's the deal Soph. I'm gonna remove that finger from your mouth. If you can muster an apology, an honest to God apology–one that I believe–I'll test my last theory. Which is that other people can make you orgasm, by the way. If I'm wrong, I'll remove all of them. It would be too cruel otherwise. If I don't believe it though, I'm slamming this sticker right on your clit and kicking you out without a care in the world. Now, what do you have to say?" You position the hand with the sticker right below her crotch and use your free hand to remove her thumb from her mouth.

"Go to hell you cocksucker."

"Wrong answer!" You slam you hand onto her clit, blocking it from the world under plastic she can never move. That much **** though hits her body like a hurricane. She caves and screams. Throwing her head back and falling completely on the floor. That wave was enough as she starts to doze off. As she her eyes flutter closed you give once last jab. "Congrats, that's your last orgasm Sophia. Ever. Hope it was good."