Creating a monument to her humiliation

"Get up. Do it now or I'll rip that sheet right off you." He eyed her as she did as he said, trying to cover her bare breasts with her arms. "Why so shy all of a sudden? You were so eager to show off last night. Ah, never mind."

With a wave of his hand, Nova felt her body contort against her will. She was shoved down to her knees, her arms yanked back as if bound, and her back arched to stick out her chest.

"Ack!!" She squealed in disbelief, his magic was so powerful.

As though she weighed nothing at all, he lifted her and placed her down on a worktable next to the couldron. Face to face with him, she watched in disbelief as he gently ran his hands over her exposed body. It felt as good as it had the night before. She almost let herself moan - almost.

"Don't worry," he said, "I think you'll find the process very pleasurable."

With that, he pulled a c-shaped vibrator from his pocket and slipped it into her waiting pussy. She could tell by the ease in which it settled in, she was incredibly wet. Cursing her traitorous body, she closed her eyes as it began to buzz, slowly at first, then gaining speed.

"I'd be careful if I were you," Oberyn placed cylindrical suckers on her nipples and began to twist. "Getting your statue just right will take time. If you orgasm, you'll have to just endure the overstimulation until I'm through with you."

Distracted by the heightened sensation as her nipples engorged and became rock-hard, it took her a moment to understand his meaning. He intended to create a statue of her for their gallery in this humiliatingly compromised position. All of the noble fae would be able to gawk at her on her knees, legs spread, tits on display, and nipples hard. He was right, stone would last forever.

The horror of the idea was broken as the suction cups roughly left her skin and were replaced by Oberyn's own fingers, pinching and rubbing.