Ssakcik snapped his fingers. Raven braced herself, but nothing seemed to happen...at first. She stood up slowly, not taking her eyes off of her captor.
"What did you do" she asked? Ssakcik remained silent, watching. Her answer came in the form of a light tickling across her steel encased breasts. She gasped and began groping her chest, but she couldn't get through the chastity devices. The sensation strengthened. She couldn't deny that her nipples had gotten hard, but at least no one could tell due to the chastities.
"Oh no?" Ssakcik asked mockingly. Raven looked down at her breasts to find nipples jutting through her French Maid's uniform. She felt one only to discover that the nipples were part of her chastities.
"Just to let everyone know what kind of girl you are".
Raven opened her mouth to protest, but a surprised moan escaped instead. The light tickling had evolved into a delicious sensation the likes of which she had never felt before. She couldn't surppress the little moans that were bubbling up inside her.
'No' Raven thought to herself, 'I can't let him beat me'.
She steadied herself and looked Ssakcik in the eyes, but she couldn't help her heavy breathing, nor could she deny that her pussy was getting wet.
"Such a defiant little slut" Ssakcik said, "but the lesson isn't over".
As soon as she heard him say this, Raven felt the tickling again... this time on her pussy. Her eyes went wide and her hands flew to the chastity belt, but she couldn't even squeeze a finger between her silky skin and the unyielding steel. She was still fruitlessly struggling with the infernal device when the tickling turned to ecstasy.
The only way Raven could describe the sensation to herself was electric velvet. She fell to her knees, hips bucking involuntarily. She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and bit her lip. 'Azarath Metreon Zinthos' she thought to herself. She repeated the mantra, desperately trying to regain control of her traitorous body.
But it was all too much, and Raven could sense the monstrous orgasm closing in. Her body was writhing, bare thighs glistening, nipples straining against their steel prisons. She hated being reduced to this, but at the same time craved the release. |