Up the ass and some more sass

Freezing the moment, you delve into the drawer once again, retrieving a sizable phallic toy that catches your eye. With a devious smirk, you maneuver behind Charlene and slip the intimate object deep down the back of her underwear until it vanishes beneath the waistband, nestled in a penetrating embrace between her clenched butt cheeks. As you step back and release time, Charlene suddenly arches her back, her posture shifting at the unexpected intrusion. She lets loose a sudden yelp, teetering on the edge of a moan. The enchanted stone responds with additional pulses, causing her to nearly lose her grip on her exposed chest as sensations ripple through her body and she shudders violently.

”Mmmfffp! Unnf. Mmm-ahh. A-aahh... Wh-what kind of rogue are you? This is utterly unacceptable! I demand you- Nnnf a-a-ahhmmn… cease this n-nonsense at once!"

Charlene tries to collect her flowing tits in one arm and reach behind her, her arm flailing and trying to pull the offending toy from her ass. Before she can complete the task you continue to torment Charlene. Stopping time repeatedly, you undo buckles, untie laces, and inflict multiple wardrobe malfunctions. Each time you resume time, Charlene finds herself in a state of increasing disarray, her attempts to maintain dignity thwarted at every turn. In the midst of her humiliations, Charlene stammers with futile defiance.

"Unhand me! This is beneath the ahn... Mngh-ph! … th- the dignity of a noblewoman! I'll see you in chains for this! Nnhg uh-uhh” Her defiant threats are undercut by her immodest gasps and moans as the enchanted stone shows no signs of stopping.

As you revel in the chaos you've sown, you continue to taunt her. ”Such a haughty demeanor, Lady Wakefield. A shame it's unraveling even faster than your wardrobe!" you mock, your words punctuated by Charlene's gasps and groans. The once confident noblewoman now stands in a tangled mess of fabric, her composure completely shattered by your relentless mischief. Her pants are halfway down her legs, her shredded waistcoat and bra sway limply from her arms, and her corset is loosely hanging around her waist from a single knot. The outline of the vibrating stone is visible through her lacy underwear, the area slightly glistening in the light.

"You'll regret this, I swear!" she defiantly declares, though her humiliation is palpable.