A magical pegging

“Go ahead, test your bonds and see if you can escape!”

John found himself back in control of his body, muscles responding to him again and he struggled and thrashed against his restraints, attempting to buck his hips forwards to get more of that heavenly stimulation on his cock. But though his muscles responded by flexing and straining, the numerous leather cuffs and straps and their accompanying chains did not give an inch. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing got him closer to those hands and mouth that had been stimulating him so effectively just a few moments ago.

John moaned in desperation and desire, and to his surprise the sensation of being powerless and denied made his cock harder than he had ever experienced in his entire life. He felt **** on a primal, deeply carnal level. But instead of giving him what he so desperately hungered for, Lauren watched his struggles with a look of horny satisfaction on her face.

“Being helpless feels incredible, doesn’t it? A nice change of pace for you, I’m sure!”

The Lauren-shaped fetish fever dream standing in front of him produced a silicone cock ring and placed it over his shaft. John moaned in despair, knowing this would make cumming much more difficult. What did she plan on doing to him now?!

The answer was not long coming. John found himself reoriented by a shuffling of these animated chains to position him horizontally, face down. Lauren took hold of chains and rotated John’s suspended and hogtied body so she was positioned behind him. John lifted his head to see a large mirror had appeared in front of him, giving him a good view of his own helplessness and of the bunny babe behind him. He tensed when he remembered the black strap-on Lauren still wore, and realized moments before it happened what she intended to do to him.

“Your turn to get fucked!”

John grunted, thrashed, and struggled even harder than before, but still felt the pressure of the dildo pressing against his asshole. It pressed into him, and then inside of him, sliding unnaturally effortlessly into his anus and penetrating him in one long slow stroke. Nothing he did, no amount of struggling and straining every muscle managed to slow or interfered with the invasion in any way. Lauren grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and used his body as leverage as she pushed into him, filling him in a way he had never imagined.

John looked up into the mirror and looked at the sight: Lauren, dressed in that black latex bunnysuit, fucking him as he dangled helplessly. The pace gradually increased even higher, soon Lauren grunting with exertion with every thrust, consumed by the absolute need to fuck John, and fuck him hard.

“That’s right, fuck him and overpower him and drive him insane! Every single stroke increases our power!”