Free Web NovelChapter 546: Ch 572 - Making her Whimper
"What I want, just like we agreed."
"You’re not going to do anything scary, are you?"
"I don’t know what you mean by that. Get down into position. No. Face the window. . . move into the middle of the floor. That’s better." Lucifer walked around her as she knelt, admiring the arch in her back and the way her tits jutted up toward him. "Legs wider. Good."
Her eyes drifted to his prick as he crouched down in front of her.
"Eyes on mine," he rumbled. "You’re going to show me how obedient you are tonight, pet. When I tell you to do something, you do it. And when I do something to you, you accept it. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Stay right here."
’Where would I go?’ He apparated out of the room, leaving her alone.
The way he’d been looking at her and talking scared her a little.
’Don’t I always do what he says? Why is he warning me?’ In a few minutes he came back in, carrying his chair from.....’Did he went back home to get this. Oh god....’
He put it down, facing her, and sat.
She couldn’t imagine he was comfortable like that.
The chair was hard, and he was naked.
But he just folded his arms and leaned back, watching her in silence.
After five minutes of that, Hermione hit her breaking point. Her feet were cramping, and her legs and arms started to steadily shake.
Lucifer didn’t move a muscle, he just watched her as if he were at the cinema.
Five minutes later, Hermione knew it was some sort of test.
He was either waiting to see if she would stay quiet and still or waiting to see when she’d fall apart.
She started to breathe heavier, her chest tight; the strain on her knees felt unbearable on that hardwood floor.
Then he did the most unexpected thing.
He got up and was apparated.
Lucifer came back up five minutes later to find her face streaked with tears.
He walked to her and wiped her face clean with his fingers. "You’ve been a very good girl. Would you like to get up?"
She burst out crying. "Y-yes, sir."
"Can you?"
Hermione stiffly lowered her arms and tried to move.
Her legs were cramped and asleep; she couldn’t even get them straight. "No, sir."
Lucifer knelt down and slowly eased her to one side, setting her on her hip.
His fingers plied at her feet, and he got her partially untangled.
"Lie down," he said calmly.
Hermione curled on her side on the floor and watched him walk to the bathroom.
He came back with an emerald jar of green goo and knelt back down.
His large hands rubbed the concoction into her feet first, then up her calves and thighs.
He rubbed some along her spine then into her shoulders and arms.
She knew it was something he’d used on her before.
It got very warm, and then it felt like a fever breaking.
All her muscles relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Lucifer helped her to the bed.
"Up. On your stomach."
Hermione did as he said, lying in the center of the bed.
She heard him retrieve his wand from his clothes, and then ropes snaked around her wrists and ankles.
Her arms and legs pulled toward the bedposts, and she whimpered quietly.
It wasn’t really uncomfortable, but she couldn’t see what he was doing.
"Stay."
’I don’t have any choice!’ His footsteps left the room, and Hermione wanted to call him back.
’Don’t leave me.’
After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, he finally came back.
Her hair was in her face, so even when she tried to look at him, she couldn’t see.
The bed shifted, indicating he’d leaned on it.
Something touched her pussy lips, and she jumped.
Whatever it was was smooth and kind of cold. It slid through her wetness and then eased inside her.
She realized it must be glass to be that smooth and heavy.
"Hold that inside you. I know you know how. It better still be in there when I get back."
"Yes, sir."
He left Hermione alone again, and she squeezed the foreigner, trying to hold it in.
That worked for about five minutes, and then her pussy started to twitch and give out.
It felt as if her walls were coated in oil as she tried to keep the dildo inside.
Slowly, it began to slide out, creeping further every time her pussy got tired and tried to expel it.
She fought desperately to internally cling to it, but millimeter by millimeter, she lost the battle.
The more she squeezed, the more it moved.
Lucifer watched the show under magic of Disillusionment charm, watching and listening to her panicked breathing.
He waited ten more minutes and then cancelled the spell out.
Her hair covered her face, but he already knew she was silently crying.
The shaky stuttering of her breathing gave her away.
She’d lost about four and half inches of the twenty inch phallus he’d inserted in her.
He pushed it back in slowly, as deep as it would go.
She didn’t have the vaginal capacity for that length (his own cock gets completed inside her because of the magic coursing from veins to hers...making way to enter her stomach)
It began to push back out immediately.
"Hold it in," he warned.
Her muscles went tight, and Hermione started crying out loud.
She held it in place for the next minute then it started to slip out again.
"Pull it back in," he mumbled.
Hermione tried everything she could, but she couldn’t make it move back into place; if anything, she was just getting it wetter and pushing it out further.
The ropes trapped her to tightly she couldn’t even beat the bed in frustration.
"All right. That’s good enough. Push it out for me."
Bearing down, she did the opposite of what she’d been trying to do for the last twenty minutes.
It came out partway, and she pushed harder.
For something that seemed so hard to keep in, it seemed awfully hard to push out.
She was exhausted and panting by the time the flared head finally fell free (and she was glad that she’d used the loo before starting).
"Good girl."
The ropes disappeared, but Hermione was too tired to move.
She felt Lucifer’s hands around her ankles as he brought her legs back together.
He leaned forward and rolled her over. "Come along, now. Sit up for me."
Hermione wearily sat up.
Lucifer looked in her eyes and brushed the drying tears off her cheeks.
He gave her an almost imperceptible smile.
"I’ll let you rest for five minutes." He kissed her forehead and let go, leaving her to slump back to the bed like a lump of jelly.
Hermione felt as though she’d been lifting weights with her pussy.
Her body was drained, her head too tired to think.
She stayed there with her eyes closed until she heard him return.
The sight of him didn’t soothe her; he had her wrist and ankle cuffs, and probably some other things that she didn’t want to look at too closely.
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