Makes a Very Special Doll...

Nealie steps back as the demoness' chanting continues. You can spy her out of the corner of your eye, and for the briefest moment a flash of sympathy appears on her face. You crane your neck up to the mistress, but her eyes are glued to the book as she chants in a low, steady, rhythmic patter. The same foreign mantra rolls of her tongue endlessly, and despite your **** situation, your thoughts begin to drift.

At first, you look for a way to escape. You try to shake one foot free of the manacles binding your ankles to the bar, but obviously it's fruitless. You dare to rest more of your weight on your contorted shoulders, and try to find some leverage to pull against the bar. You try desperately to **** your legs closed, pulling your knees together as tightly as you can, but you find no give in your restraints. You pull as hard as you can, but only the soft clink of steel chains running through a hollow iron bar reaches your ears... One foot slips on an uneven stone, and the spreader bar throws your other foot off balance as well. For a terribly painful moment you hang from the chain twisting your arms back and up, and you're afraid that your shoulders will pop out of their sockets! You wobble about as you try to find your balance on the delicate heels, and sigh as you finally get your feet back under you... That didn't go well.

You hang your head in defeat, causing your black hair to obscure your vision of the room. How did this happen? This morning... Or, at least, what you remember as this morning you were just trying to get to your 9 to 5... Now? Now you're hanging in some fetish bondage, in a demoness' dungeon, about to get hit with some major league curse. Your vision starts to get a little blurry, and your breath shudders as the first fruits of self pity wells up inside you. This about the least fuckin fair thing in the universe! You growl as you shake the armbinder uselessly, doing little more than causing the chain above to erupt in a tittering rattle, as if to taunt your predicament.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts, that you didn't even realize that the chanting had stopped. You only come back to the present moment when the demoness struts behind you, heels clacking on the stone floor, ties up your skirt, and rips your bloomers from your body. You yelp softly in surprise, but when you feel something cool, smooth, and stone hard tickling your new labial lips, you yelp much more loudly.

"My sweet virgin girl.~" She coos. The horned witch has leaned over your shoulder, and nips lightly at your ear. "You may have delayed our ritual, but I'm not done with you yet." She begins to slide what you now recognize to be some stone phallus between your lips. "Don't worry girl~" She laughs as she begins to slather the dildo in the nectar of your dribbling cunt lips. "I'll not take your purity... At least not yet." She slaps you on your ass hard, eliciting a yelp. "I still have hopes you'll return to your senses, and surrender to me willingly."

Quite suddenly she slides the lubricated dick up to your asshole, and begins tracing circles around your rosy little bud. "Relax, my dear, and this will go easier for you." At first, you do the exact opposite and tense up in resistance. The demoness slaps your ass angrily. "What did I say?" She spanks you again, and again, a few times he nails catch your flesh causing the pain to linger, and your salty sweat to burn the marks, and at last you relent. "That's a good..." She plunges the stone bulb deep into your body, ", girl~." You moan long and lustily. You hadn't realized how worked up the whole experience had made you, and as the hard bulb is planted firmly in your ass, your mind buzzes lightly, trapped between the contrast of pleasure and pain.

You realize now that it wasn't a dildo... But a plug, slender at the front, fat towards the rear, and then immediately tapering down to a tiny little stim and stopper. Your asshole almost instinctively grabs the stim between the large bulb and the stopper, keeping the thing wedged tightly in your ass... But something odd begins to happen with each passing heartbeat. Firstly, the plug is pulsing with some sort of energy. You can feel it sending waves of pressure through your body, and setting your nerves on fire. Secondly... Your body begins to become... tight, originating from the pulsing plug.

It continues slowly, almost menacingly from your ass, slowly down your legs, around your hips... In an odd sort of way, it almost feels pleasurable, like being coated in a warm muscle relaxing oil... But rather than feeling relaxed wherever it touches, you feel like your body is tight, and firm.

The witch giggles. "Oh~ oh my... This is lovely." You feel her slide her hand down the curves of your hips. Her touch is remarkably frictionless. You shudder lightly under the touch, and then the magic reaches your cunt. You gasps in a mix of shock and delight as the sensation seems to fill your lower belly from the inside out with a radiant warmth, and pressure before finally subsiding. It crawls up your body, to your stiff perky tits. The intense tingling of your nipples prevents you from feeling it course down your arms, and at last it covers over your face. You shut your eyes tight, as if to fight off the magic, but it simply washes over your features, and down your throat completely unimpeded. Your face is left with the same tightness that affected the rest of your body. You scrunch up your nose, and try to crane your eyes this way and that, but other than the tightness, nothing seems very changed.

The demoness' appears in front of you, and tilts your head up where she can look into your eyes. "Oh, how wonderful... Yes, I don't think I'll make any others like you. You'll be special in my collection." Her eyes dart to Nealie. "Now be patient while I tend to the source of your mortal failings..." She sneers, and points angrily to Nealie. "Doll. Come!" She commands, before strutting out the dungeon with Nealie in lockstep behind her.