Fall Into Me

~.XV.~

Mona whimpered in the passenger seat, eyes rolling back into her head as her whole body shook. Minerva spared her a glance, ensuring she was keeping an eye on the road too. Naked except for the vibrating harness strapped to her hips, Mona was bound to the passenger chair, cumming hard.

Minerva eyed the dildo that she'd also attached to Mona, deciding now would be a good time to use it. She'd been driving for about an hour, torturing Mona the entire time, so she knew just how sensitive Mona's body would be.

Putting the van in park, Minerva unbuckled herself and stood, undoing the tie on her robe and straddling Mona's lap. Slowly she sunk down on the dildo, watching Mona's head snap up and eyes fly open.

It wouldn't take Minerva long to cum, she knew that. When the game was played correctly, it never took her long to cum. And she knew how to play this game. She invented this game. Mona played the game better than anyone Minerva had ever played with, and it fuelled her arousal.

Minerva rode the cock quickly, driving towards her own pleasure, feeling it spear deep inside her with every thrust. Opening the robe wider, she gave Mona a view of her breasts, placing her hands behind her head to give them an extra lift. Mona's eyes snapped to them and she whined desperately, unable to lean forward enough to kiss or lick her.

As Minerva's pleasure crested and her orgasm washed over her, she groaned softly, planting herself firmly in Mona's lap, grinding. Mona's whole body flinched and she cried out, sensitive clit attacked by the hard press of the vibrator. The way she jolted made the cock head slam into Minerva's cervix and she gasped sharply, hissing through her teeth and wincing.

Most of her toys were designed to reach that far into her, but a lot of them had much softer tips, like her favourite dark green one. She was regretting not having put that one on Mona now. Cervical stimulation was pleasant to Minerva, as long as she was horny enough and had the right kind of toy. If neither of those things were true, then it hurt, and she shifted herself, making sure to avoid doing that again.

Minerva was horny enough, but the toy was wrong, and she didn't want shock waves of pain through her pelvis. As her pleasure waned, she could feel the ache nestled deep inside her at the sudden hit. Eventually it would pass, but she couldn't stomach the thought of another hit like that, and got up, returning to her seat.

The previous few days had been an assault already on that very sensitive part of her body. Another bad hit would make her feel too sick to carry on. After giving Mona a quick visual check to make sure she was doing alright, Minerva pulled out of her spot.

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Mona was barely aware of anything. Her mind was one huge bundle of pleasure, which only increased when Minerva decided to ride her to oblivion.

The pleasure during those moments was so intense Mona would cry, unable to get away or make Minerva stop, not that she wanted her to. Instead she'd watch in fascination as Minerva's breasts bounced wildly in her face. Or at her backside if she rode her in reverse, how it rippled with every thrust.

The gaps between Minerva riding her was growing shorter, but Mona couldn't comprehend what any of that meant. Just that the woman was on her more often, fucking herself almost violently on her until she came.

An increase to the vibrator speed had Mona seeing stars and her whole body tensed, almost seizing, unable to thrash because of the restraints. Her mind was too weak now, too broken to handle the sensations, and it flipped the extreme pleasure into something dark and terrifying.

Memories flooded Mona's head. Ones where she was strapped down and electrodes placed against her temples, a machine humming in the background, turning on and shocking her at such a voltage it had fried her brain, the restraints cutting into her wrists and ankles and neck as her body tried to thrash against them.