The air in the dungeon was thick with the scent of blooming nightshade, a telltale sign of Empress Avalon’s magic. A glowing violet brand on Cynthia's chest pulsed with an intense heat, a beacon of her arousal and submission.
Cynthia was bound in a spread-eagle position, her arms and legs secured with heavy chains to the cold stone pillars. She writhed against the restraints, a low moan escaping her lips, her body a canvas of raw, exposed vulnerability.
Avalon approached, the rhythmic tap of her riding crop echoing in the chamber. She moved with a languid grace, the crop becoming an extension of her will. She used its thin, leather tail to lightly sting Cynthia's buttocks, then flicked her nipples, the sensation a needle of pure sensation.
A mischievous glint in her eye, Avalon teased Cynthia’s pussy, the crop's tip dancing along her swollen folds. With each touch, Cynthia's hips thrust forward, a desperate, instinctual search for release. "My, you are certainly greedy today. I already gave you a few orgasms," Avalon purred, her voice a low, teasing whisper. "I think you need a reminder about pleasing others."
Kneeling before Cynthia, Avalon produced a large, scaly egg. The surface of the egg was a mesmerizing shade of deep indigo, its texture rough and alien. With a swift, practiced motion, she slid the egg deep inside Cynthia's wet pussy. A gasp of both shock and pleasure escaped Cynthia’s lips as the egg found its home.
Almost immediately, Avalon secured a chastity belt, a sleek contraption of polished metal, around Cynthia's waist.
With a final touch, Avalon traced a finger along the crest etched into the front shield of the belt. As she did, the egg inside Cynthia began to hum, its vibrations intensifying with each passing second until a low, pleasurable thrum filled the air. The moment Avalon removed her hand, the vibrations ceased, leaving Cynthia in a state of tantalizing, unfulfilled longing. A frustrated moan was muffled by her gag as she began to thrust her hips back and forth, desperate to recapture the pleasure.
"This chastity belt is a lot more secure than the one I left you in last time," Avalon stated, her voice holding a note of finality. "You will be locked in this one for thirty days, depending on your behavior."
Cynthia awoke the next morning in her own bed, the remnants of Avalon’s magic still a phantom sensation on her skin. She had a double-ended cock gag in her mouth, its texture a slick, unyielding presence. She could still feel the weight of the egg deep inside her, a prisoner behind the unforgiving barrier of the chastity belt.
Brittany stood in the doorway with a sympathetic look on her face. "We found a note from Mistress Avalon." She held out a small piece of parchment. The note, written in Avalon's elegant script, read: "Cynthia will be in chastity for the rest of the month. She can be released one day early when she gives one of you an orgasm, but five days later for every orgasm she receives from the egg inside the chastity belt. Keep that gag on her as much as possible. Signed, Mistress Avalon."
"P.S. I had to remove your tail to fit the chastity belt. You can get your tail plug when it’s time to remove the chastity belt.”
Brittany chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling. "Looks like you are in for a long October. Or should I say... Locktober!"
Tags: ball gag, BDSM, bondage, bound wrists, bound ankles, monster girl, tail, magic, bound, restrained, chastity belt
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Story by DDragon |
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Artwork by Studio Arieta - Su |
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