"I looked up all kinds of things while you were napping," Stacey purrs at you. "Sorry I took so long, but I had to take a break and play with myself few times. I've had three orgasms so far while fantasizing about things I can do to you."
She's in a bathrobe, you realize, and looks like she just had a shower. She stretches and giggles. "Gawd, what fun this is. You having fun too, Lisa?"
She put the jar lid back on-- it actually has air holes, like you're a bug or something!-- and sets the jar down on a shelf next to her computer monitor, where she takes a seat.
"You're not having fun?" she makes a little smirking pout. "Oh, that won't do. Here."
She types a bit on the keyboard, and uses the mouse to pick something, and you find to your horror that you are getting massively horny! Your legs weaken and you slid down into a sitting position, then down onto your back with your legs spread out. Without any intention to do so, you start fingering your pussy and groping your tits!
"Thaaaaat's more like it," she smiles. "Oh, Lisa, you look so lovely like that. You're much prettier when you're honest about what a huge slut you are."
She raised her eyebrows. "What, you don't think you're a slut? Honey, only a slut would be doing something what you're doing right now in front of someone other than her spouse or her lover."
You want to scream that you aren't the one doing it, but she seems to have taken away your ability to argue with her. You just keep on fucking yourself and staring at her.
"Now, while you're busy, I'll decide our next game. Don't worry, it looks like I can make sure you live through whatever I do to you. No matter what shape you're in, I can bring you back. So I don't have to pick just one thing. And I can make sure you stay aware through the whole experience, no matter how impossible it is."
When you start feeling the first glimmers, you realize she made sure you would orgasm, even though you're dead set against enjoying what you are doing. It is starting to feel horrifyingly good now…
Stacey puts a finger to her pouting lips and notes, "Some of these ideas are going to require I make a sound-proof room. They're no good if I can't listen to you scream. Oh, what shall we do first?…"
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