On a certain crazy girl's bed (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter.)

You struggle just to drag your eyelids open. You find yourself on a spacious bed, but you have no time to take in your surroundings. You’re completely naked, and you’re stretched out in an X shape, your ankles and wrists tethered to the bed posts. You don’t feel anything binding you, though. No ropes or shackles… Oh no. As the gravity of your situation sets in, your pulse spikes. Naked and stuck on the bed of a crazy, clingy psychic girl? You have to get out of here!

You yank at your arms and legs, flail your torso around, and yet, you don’t move an inch from your invisible bindings. Just as a feeling of hopelessness sets in, Sabrina walks into view, standing at the foot of the bed just as naked as you. W-What’s she planning?

“You’re trying to escape…? Why? Why would you want to escape when you’re my best friend?”

Gulp. Her face looks just as crazy as ever.

“W-Well, just, I-”

“Oh, I know. You have too much energy, right? I know just the thing to tire you out. This always makes you tired, right? Now…” Sabrina decrees, “Cum!”

Your body tenses up for a second, then starts shaking as orgasmic pleasure runs through you. Your eyes go wide in disbelief that you would climax from a single word, but you’re climaxing whether you believe it or not. You try to rationalize away the feeling, to convince yourself that nothing is touching you, nothing is making you feel good. But your thoughts just get steamrolled by Sabrina’s total control over your body. Your nipples stiffen, your pussy leaks onto the bed, and your mouth lets out degenerate moans, all without a single touch. How could she make a refined woman like yourself just… cum on command?

For once, Sabrina’s expression mellows out into one of kindness, but also **** smugness. “There. Now you’re my hopelessly slutty best friend who gets off from me ordering her to cum. Yay! There’s no way I’m letting you get away. Just give it up and be a good best friend, okay?” She ends with a victorious chuckle.

Things can’t get much worse from here, so you should choose your words carefully and say exactly what it takes to get out of this mess.

“Sabrina, umm… I-I don’t actually like cumming. Especially when ****! You should give this opportunity to a different best friend who likes orgasms.”

“Excuses?” Madness. Her face holds sheer, unwavering madness. “Cum.”

“*OHHHHH NOOOOO!*” Again, your body twists and contorts on the bed, no different than if you’d been meticulously worked up to a mindblowing climax by a skilled lover. Such an intimate response from your body, all boiled down to a single word. A word that Sabrina has no problem using. The next ten minutes feel like an eternity as Sabrina forces you through orgasm after orgasm, just by telling you to. She soaks in the sight of you cumming repeatedly, pleasure shooting up and down your body as you obey her every time without a choice.

“You know, Emilia, something awakened in me last time you visited. Something bad. It’s your fault, though, for saying the things you said and being so much fun to smack around. You’ll take responsibility, right? I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll push your pleasure to unimaginable heights. That’s what best friends do for each other. So… say ‘yes’ for me, would you?”

“Yes Sabrina.” Never in a million years would you agree to something like that if she wasn’t forcing you to.

“Gooood~. Now… don’t cum.”

Sabrina slams her lips into yours without delay, pressing you so hard that you sink into your pillow. Ngh, god, did kissing always feel this good? It’s like your lips are way more sensitive all of a sudden… Your psycho captor keeps making out with reckless abandon, while you can only lay here and get your mouth violated by her tongue. She pushes harder and harder, making you wonder if she’ll make you somehow sink through the bed. You slowly realize that you aren’t even closing your eyes. You’re staring into Sabrina’s glimmering jewels, their oppressive beauty keeping you from looking away. Amidst it all, your sizable breasts are pressing and squishing against Sabrina’s, but it’s yours that are being compressed by her show of overwhelming ****. Your nipples and your heart both throb with pleasure. Before long, drool is spilling out from the corners of your mouth, the same way it’s spilling from your lower lips.

It’s with both disappointment and relief that you watch Sabrina release her violent kiss. You’re already breathing heavily, and you’re well on your way to cumming. If that was your attempt at resisting an orgasm, you’re not gonna last much longer. Before you can catch your breath, though…

“*AHN~!*”

…Sabrina pinches both your nipples and starts tugging at them.

“S-Sensitive!” you cry.

“Oh, I know,” Sabrina answers nonchalantly. “You like this sort of thing. I remember from the last time you were here. The sight of you writhing in ecstasy as I smacked you senseless. I remember how much you like a little pain.”

N-Not true. That was just a fluke because of the atmosphere. But it doesn’t stop Sabrina from squeezing, pinching, slapping, and overall just abusing your lofty boobs. She’s as merciless as you are vocal, and soon, pink handprints have marred your porcelain tits. And, you can’t deny, it’s more than a little pleasant.

“*KYAAA!*” you squeal.

Okay, it’s a lot pleasant! This troublesome chest of yours, finally getting punished for causing you so many problems, is just what it deserves! And what you deserve! It’s like these obscene melons on your chest have turned into pleasure sensors, and this sadistic girl is mercilessly attacking them! There’s no way you can hold out like this. There’s no telling how a lunatic like Sabrina will react when you cum against her orders, and that thought alone is enough to push you over the edge.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…!” Nothing. You’re not going to do anything. You thought you reached the point of release, but all that pleasure just stays bottled up, and your mind thrashes through what was supposed to be an orgasm, but definitely isn’t.

A cheshire grin spreads across Sabrina’s face as it plunges into absolute insanity. Nothing could have prepared you for the fear when one of her hands latches itself around your neck, while the other continues its malicious attack against your defenseless boobs.

“Don’t you remember my instructions, best friend? I recall telling you NOT to cum until I told you to.” It’s not like you can answer her question while she’s **** you. “Instead, you seem to have tried cumming just because I showed your big, stupid tits a little attention.” A-A little attention? That was a lot!

The world takes on a black border as you struggle to keep your eyes open. The sadistic Gym Leader’s jeers gradually fade out, replaced with a ringing in your ears. You flap your mouth like a fish out of water, trying in vain to collect the precious air you need, but that just earns a cheerful laugh from your captor. You can vaguely make out some words about, “trusting your best friend to tell you when to breathe,” but Sabrina’s mental instability makes her anything but trustworthy. This is bad. Not only are you in danger, but you’re getting even more turned on! Love juices leave your pussy as freely as you wish oxygen would enter your lungs. Your tits have given up on differentiating between pleasure and pain, instead processing Sabrina’s mistreatment as cruel, raw joy. Even through a veil of encroaching darkness, you can still see Sabrina’s ruby-fueled eyes and her aggressive smile, reminding you that there’s no guarantee she lets go of you in time. That thought shouldn’t be hot at all, but… Such a dangerous person, her hands around your soft neck, squeezing tight until all sound is static…

Nnnnnnggghhhaaaa!!! You can’t even make a sound as you jolt your hips in a vain attempt to actually have an orgasm. This is too much! This compulsion is too strong! Desperation paints your face as your quim keeps squeezing full ****, but the psychic girl just cackles at your predicament. You try every single muscle in your body, not to save yourself from being choked, but just to kick the bed, pound your fists, or do something to channel out the intensity of your unhappening climax! With merciless hands still wrapped firmly around your neck, you’re sure your face is as red as your tits, but Sabrina’s face doesn’t show a hint of worry. Then again, maybe someone who tries to orgasm from being choked doesn’t deserve to be worried over. What kind of pathetic masochist have you turned out to be? You’re not cool or classy, you’re just dirt who’s about to pass out with a dumbass smile on her face… Without even getting to cum, either…

After several seconds in total limbo, you realize that there’s nothing stopping you from breathing. Oblivious to everything, you hesitantly try breathing, and it works. But there’s a surprising lack of relief. Your need for oxygen is completely eclipsed by your need to cum. You can’t even enjoy breathing as long as that awful, straining feeling is demanding your full attention. Your brain feels completely burnt out, and still hung up on a problem left unsolved. Not to mention this constant state of need that’s tugging on your every thought. Ah gawwwwwwd, you just need to cum!

“Don’t worry, Emilia. I won’t let you break your word to me. A promise between best friends can’t be broken. Even if your weak, shallow, selfish mind is trying to betray me by cumming, I’ll set you straight and hold you to your promise!”

Dear god this girl is so unhealthy.

You slowly and wearily focus on the voice. Sabrina’s face is now positioned right between your legs, with only her bewitching eyes peeking over your exhausted tummy. Since she’s already there, you completely abandon your pride and delicately ask, “Can I cum, please?” Normally, your dignity would die after asking such a shameful question, and with such sweet sincerity. But you don’t have any dignity right now, only pent up sexual tension that you need to release from your slutty cunt as quickly as possible.

“I don’t know, can you?” Sabrina answers, giving your pussy precisely one lick.

“*KUH!* *HUFF* *HUFF*” No, you still can’t! Just one lick has all the pleasure of an entire orgasm in it, but you still can’t find release! “Please. Please! I want it I want it I- *KKKHHHHHH!!!*”

“No no, Emilia. Only the BEST of orgasms for my best friend. That’s the reason you opened your big, stupid whore mouth, right? Because you wanted me to make you cum so hard that you’ll finally be content with being my best friend, right? Well buckle in, my dear slutty friend! We’ve still got a few hours to go.”

HOURS!?

“NONONONONO LEMME CUM LEMME CUM NOW *FFFFFFFF HAAAAAAA!*”

“Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I won’t let you finish early. No. Matter. What.”

A surprisingly cheerful Sabrina stands at the side of the bed that you remain stuck to. The bedsheets are about as ruined as your mind. You’ve leaked, squirmed, cried, and begged to your body’s limits and beyond, but not once have you had one of those wonderful orgasms that you used to hate being **** into.

“Are you ready?” Sabrina asks.

“Guuuuuuuuuh…” you drone.

“You’re gonna love this.” There’s such unbridled cheer on her face. “Now Emilia… CUM!”

Words can’t describe the visceral noise of your passionate, feminine screech, combining with the sound of your pussy squirting hard enough to clear the bed and drench the floor as well. Somehow, your best friend finds it funny as you shudder relentlessly on her bed, spilling hours’ worth of girlcum and losing years’ worth of sanity. Your back arches as far as it can before slamming your ass onto the sopping wet sheets, and this cycle continues with every wave of pulsing, orgasmic contractions your helpless quim is **** to endure. It’s nothing short of euphoric bliss, and yet, it’s entirely too much. You almost regret every time you asked to cum, naively believing that the experience would be anything like orgasms you’ve had before. This is, undoubtedly, the hardest you’ve ever cum. You’ve never felt so defenseless against a single word. You’re just writhing around, squirting and squealing without the mental capacity to do anything else. Fuck, fuck, fuck…!

“It’s good, right!? See!? All those times you asked if you could cum and I wouldn’t let you, it was all so you could experience this! I’m such a good best friend, right? Tell me, Emilia. Have you ever cum harder than this before?”

“NEVER! NEVER IN MY LIFE *AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!*”

“SEE!? I win! I can make you cum harder than anyone else! As expected of your best friend, right?”

Best friend? Uh, maybe… You’re cumming too hard to tell up from down right now.

“Thank you Sabrinaaaa-a-a-a-a-a-aaa…” you shudder.

“You’re welcome, best friend.” She climbs on top of your heaving, post-orgasmic body, and turns out the light.