You are not sure.

Unsure on how to answer because you are of two minds, you remain silent. Your pride refuses to dignify his question, which is clearly meant to entrap you. Your body, however, yearns to be satisfied. In truth the primal urges that have flooded your body, craving for the job to be finish, has you more desiring to ask for the probe then not. However, your iron will has a brief moment of triumph as you bite your lower lip forcing it into silence as your body rebels and begins to quake demanding to be pleasured.

“Well Ms. Hamilton?” The judge asks again.

Clamping down on your lip it takes all your inner strength not to answer.

“I see.” The judge ponders. “Well let’s test that brigand will of yours a bit further. Give her another five minutes on the maiden.” The judge commands.

“No!” You object, but it is too late. The apothecary places the probe back on the pole. This time the whipmaster goes without the towel and holds your hips firm as they once again are aligned for the coming assault being raised into position.

“Give her the full seven inches this time, she has earned it.” The judge orders.

Before you can protest the wooden pole is violently thrust upward. The probe savagely rips deep into you, not the four inches you “earned," but its full length of seven inches. As your hands grab onto their leather bonds, every muscle in your body goes tight. You scream in pain while you explode into a violent orgasm.

Over the cheers of the crowd and your own gasping for air you faintly hear the apothecary state. “Five minutes begins now,” and turns over the hourglass.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” You mutter as you feel the probe grow and swell inside of you quicker than you have felt before. Its size and girth is becoming so massive it is painfully stretching your vagina causing you to groan loudly in distress.

You pant trying to work through the pain and the violent orgasm that was just forced on you. Though the ejaculated cum running down the pole testifies to how intense your pleasure was, you realize that something is wrong. Usually after having a good orgasm you feel relieved and satisfied, but not this time. Now you feel unfulfilled and shallow, your desire to cum again is only increasing.

“No.” You plead with your memory, now remembering the apothecary’s words, that the philterotos potion not only increases sexual desire, but in women it causes them to orgasm easier while not being fulfilled and thus constantly desiring just one more. What truly terrifies you is something else he said, however. “If you should be unfortunate enough to cum during this time (i.e. hours after drinking the potion) the risk of side effects dramatically goes up; multiple orgasms will guarantee it.” Trying to control your breathing you still your body, knowing you have to hold out for another five minutes. Probably another orgasm, or certainly two, will be your doom.

“No, no, no.” You plead as you pant out loud as that burning desire to cum returns, this time stronger than before.

Looking over to the review platform you actually toy with asking the judge to remove the probe, but the sight of the redheaded lady chatting with him causes your pride to return. You see her point to under your platform. When she is finished the judge gives a guard some orders, who then walks underneath your platform.

You sigh as you feel the probe retracted a few inches from your abused cunt. Your reprieve is but momentary as the maiden’s head is savagely trust back up into you. Again you scream, the pain becoming close to intolerable, as you also come dangerous close to your second orgasm.

Glaring with hatred at the redhead wench you try to focus on anything besides your animal lusts. She seems quite pleased with herself. She crosses her arms in front of her in a way that she can cup her breasts without being noticed, a technique you have used a few times yourself. Clearly the bitch is not only amused by your trials but is also aroused.

Again, you feel probe lowered only to be savagely trust upwards. You don’t scream this time, but you can’t contain a loud groan, much to the pleasure of all the spectators. The probe continues its thrusts fucking you hard as over two hundred people watch.

Another wave of lust assaults your body as you feel more of your cum run down your legs as you are about to climax. Looking over at the sandglass you whimper “oh fuck no” as you realize less than a minute has passed. What is worse the probe is much bigger now, and it is still growing.