The magic pegging continues

Lauren didn’t understand why but every single stroke into John felt better than the last, more thrilling, more powerful, more satisfying, and she needed more. She couldn’t get enough of each slap of her pelvis against John’s butt as she plunged into him all the way, or of his moaning and the **** expressions on his face at the overwhelming ****. She reached around and began stroking John’s concrete cock, amazed at how his body was enjoying this. The silicone cock ring prevented John from cumming through whatever magic was behind this erotic madness, making John **** for relief from the overwhelming sensations. But no relief came.

Sweat poured off of their bodies but neither noticed. The fucking was all-consuming. John retained control over his body, but only so he could feel how powerless he was against the restraints holding him suspended at the perfect height for Lauren to ruthlessly peg him. She would thrust inside him, he would struggle involuntarily, she would be even more turned on by his struggling and thrust even faster. This feedback loop was amplified by Lauren’s rapid strokes up and down John’s shaft, causing him to buck and thrust in desperation, long past the point of trying to achieve anything specific with his useless thrashing.

A small part of Lauren was aware that she had lost control of her body, and that she could not stop her pounding and stroking of John’s bound body if she had wanted to. That tiny piece of willpower attempted to take control, failed, attempted to make some change in motion, but not a single muscle would obey any command.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not going to interfere with my harvest!”

A surge of pleasure overwhelmed Lauren and all thoughts of resistance in her mind were squashed by a surge of this lustful energy as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her screams of pleasure filled the dungeon, and a purple fire ignited on the floor in a circle around the two. Lauren slowed down, gasping for breath, finally withdrawing the dildo. She walked around in front of John, still breathing hard, and spoke with that unfamiliar but arousing voice:

“Isn’t this fun? Doesn’t it feel so good to be completely helpless and fucked out of your mind?”

John’s mine didn’t have enough coherent thought to formulate any response, and the ballgag prevented him from speaking anyway. This bunny-Lauren-whatever was right: it did feel good.

The being in Lauren’s body finally removed the strapon harness, much to John’s relief, and began rubbing her hands all over his still-hogtied and suspended body. Everywhere she touched small purple flames burned, leaving a thrilling sensation much like a first kiss mixed with a post-orgasm glow. She reached down and stroked his hard cock again and while it did nothing to relieve his **** need to cum it at least made it slightly easier to endure, giving him a different pleasurable sensation to focus on.

“Don’t worry my love, I’ll take care of you too! But I have something different in mind for how I’m going to make you cum your brains out ~”