Don't Curse Me for Being a Bitch

After a lot of research, planning and preparation, Ava was ready to enact her revenge on Lasare. She was going to make him vulnerable and helpless, death would be too easy.

She was on her way up to his office for another meeting. She had found out his favourite liquor and added a fun flavourless cocktail to a bottle of it in her possession. She had procured some magebane from some less than savoury contacts and some rohypnol from some truly disgusting contacts. For some people you needed a shower after talking to them.

She had a belly full of charcoal and was going to share a drink with him, to celebrate their new deal. She anticipated this being so satisfying. She had worn a tight form fitting dress, stockings with a garter belt and her favourite lingerie. She wanted to feel powerful today.

She walked into his office in her heels, a fake smile plastered on her face. He stood up as she entered, wearing an elegant three piece suit. His white white hair styled neatly and an arrogant welcoming smile on his tanned handsome face his piercing blue eyes focussed on her.

"Ava, darling. How wonderful to see you. Your dress is lovely, not as lovely as you look wearing nothing at all though." He smirked.

She didn't allow her smile to falter. "Why thank you, Lasare. There's just a few more documents to sign then why don't we have a drink to celebrate?"

She pulled out the bottle. She had flawlessly reformed the wax seal at the neck, it was impossible to tell she had 'modified' the contents. She handed it to him for his inspection.

He took it and admired it. "Oh you must have gone to some effort to find one from that year. How special, thank you." Accepting it with a smile.

Retrieving the final documents from her briefcase for him to sign, placing them in front of him. He looked over them then conjured a pen and signed them, pushing them back towards her. As she moved to put them back in her briefcase, he brought out a couple of glasses and popped the lid on the bottle. Filling the glasses and handing one to her.

He narrowed his eyes at her with suspicion. "Ladies first, after you."

She kept her smile. "How gentlemanly." She took a large sip, swallowing it in front of him. "Mmm delicious, it's a very good vintage." Taking a seat in the chair behind her."

Reassured, he began sipping himself. Then reclined into his desk chair. Still eyeing her curiously.

"I'm surprised you're being so civilised. I am somewhat disappointed."

She chuckled, keeping her feelings in check. "You made it quite clear how you would handle any disrespect. I am not interested in having your shade set on me again. I have enough stress in my day, I don't want to worry about that as well."

He finished his glass, pouring another. Still gazing at her speculatively. She took another small sip to maintain the facade.

"Here was me hoping you'd give me an excuse or even better admit you liked it. I remember having you on this desk very fondly...the way you were aching to come. Sure you aren't tempted?" He asked in a sultry tone. Another sip.

She couldn't help the involuntary twitch on her face. Still doing her best to keep her expression as a neutral smile.

"I am not going to offer you that kind of satisfaction, Lesare. I don't have time to indulge you and I have no need for such a relationship."

He smirked. "Oh I'm sure you don't 'indulge' yourself often. That first night you were so gloriously tight, yet in the shower the second night you got soaking wet when you were pinned and impaled against the tile. You can't blame that moisture on the water that was all you. I think you 'need' it more than you are willing to admit." He raised his eyebrows as he took another large sip.

She tensed her jaw. The bastard was trying to provoke her. She couldn't rise to it, she needed to stay pleasant until he passed out.

"Despite what you say, I am quite content, contrary to your aspersions. I need no further complications in my life. Especially not with someone I have business with." She insisted.

He gave her a knowing look as he took another drink. "You aren't very honest with yourself are you? Can you truthfully say you haven't thought about how good it felt with me buried deep between your legs?"

"Is it a foreign concept to you that I am trying to keep this professional? Because I was tempted to throw the bottle at you, not share a drink." She glared at him.

He laughed. "There she is, that's a more honest reaction. Not the dubious smile you've been wearing all this time." He finished his glass.

His vision started to swim, something wasn't right. The smile on Ava's face became genuine with a hint of malice to it as she saw his distress. He sat up in his chair studying the bottle, before trying to stand in a wobbly manner using his desk to steady himself. He directed his dwindling focus on her.

"What did you do?" He slurred.

"Just thought I'd show you pride comes before a fall." She smirked.

He managed a few steps before collapsing to the floor. His eyes closed as he fell unconscious. Ava stood up and walked to the bin and picked it up. She stuck her fingers down her throat, vomiting the charcoal and the knockout cocktail from her system. When she finished she wiped herself clean and pulled out her phone.

Now for the next stages of the plan.

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Lasare awoke in a padded room with no windows. Ava was sitting in the corner tapping away on a laptop. He was handcuffed to a chair with most of the seat removed, each wrist with its own set of cuffs, while the chair was bolted to the floor. He had a gag in his mouth, his fingers were duct taped together and his ankles were bound to the chair legs. Worst of all he was completely naked.

He glared at Ava staring daggers at her. She noticed he was awake and closed her laptop giggling at his fury. She put it to the side and walked closer to him. He tried to spit out a series of insults and threats but they only came out as mumbles.

She smirked as she gloated.

"It's really not fun being at someone's mercy is it? With you gagged and your fingers bound, you're not much of a threat anymore. I can do whatever I want. I'm kinda surprised you are in really good shape. I guess you hit the gym when you aren't imperiously sitting behind your desk drinking."

She placed her hands on his shoulders before running them down his muscular chest to his stomach then to his hips. Teasingly close to his dick but not quite. He eyed her suspiciously, still seething at what she had done.

"You know I could have just killed you but this seemed far more gratifying." She snickered.

She went to a large duffel bag in the corner of the room and pulled out a latex glove and a bottle of lube, smearing the lube on her fingers. Placing the bottle on the chair when she finished.

"Just for the record I didn't carry you out of the building myself. You're far too heavy. I stuffed you in a crate and you were carried out to a van by your very helpful guild members. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes and they didn't question why a person sized crate was being carried out of your office. Or why you weren't there helping. Real quality employees you have working at the guild, guild master." She explained, chuckling as she did.

Lasare made a mental note to find out which idiots carried the crate when he got out of this. They were going to suffer for their stupidity.

She sniggered as she walked over. "I think you have an idea of what is happening next."

Holding up her lubed fingers as she kneeled in front of him. He struggled against his bonds as she moved her hands between his legs. He felt her place her fingers against his ring, circling them. He kept trying to pull at his bonds.

"Why so rebellious? You fingered me when I didn't want you to, well your shade did. It's only fair that I return the favour." Her mouth morphed into a malicious grin.

She pushed her fingers inside, starting with two. He flinched as she slowly inserted them, sliding in and out until he let out an involuntary groan. She ran her fingers over an odd spot and he let out another moan.

"Is that your prostate? Guess I should focus there shouldn't I?" She giggled.

She slipped another finger in and centred her efforts on that spot. Watching Lasare wriggle as he was forced to submit to the foreign feeling. He continued trying to wrench against his bindings. He tried lifting his hips off the chair to escape her fingers but it was futile. Her hand just followed and he unintentionally squeezed her fingers into his prostate. He sank back into the chair, out of options and unable to hide how erect this was making him. His face went slack, his eyes glazing over, struggling to maintain their glare at Ava. She felt victorious when his hips started to tremble. Not much longer and he grunted under the gag, Ecstasy shot up his spine as he squeezed on her fingers and his balls pulled up, his cock throbbing, his body tensing. Ava observed his cock let out a dribble of cum from the tip.

"Well since you came you must have enjoyed that right?" She asked mockingly. "Not just a physiological reaction that you can't help when someone plays with your sensitive spots?" Snickering.

She removed her fingers from his ring as Lasare sat there breathing heavily.

"I have something else in mind next." The corner of her mouth turned up in mischief.

She snapped off the glove and went back to the bag and pulled out a rather alarming looking device. It had a metal stand and a point at the end that looked like you could attach something to it. It was shaped like a piston. Lasare's eyes went wide when he realised what it was as she brought it over and positioned it underneath the chair.

"Oh, do you recognise what that is?" She jibed him as she walked back to the bag.

She rifled through it and pulled out something else, a dildo. As he saw it he yet again tried to struggle against his bonds. 'This fucking bitch'. He knew what was coming and he wasn't feeling enthusiastic. She walked back over sadistically smiling, she secured the dildo to the thruster beneath him. She grabbed the bottle of lube and coated the dildo. She positioned it at his ring and pushed the head inside him. He groaned at the intrusion. She stood up and ran her fingers along his jaw.

She sneered. "Hope you enjoy getting fucked, Lesare."

She produced a remote and pressed a button. The device began thrusting in and out. Slowly to start, each pass grinding against his prostate. Forcing groans out of him. The strength was quickly leaving his legs, removing the option to awkwardly raise his hips to evade what was happening. Ava was amused by his resignation, his eyes couldn't hide how much it was affecting him.

She pressed the button again increasing the intensity. The device sped up its thrusts to a moderate pace. Lasare was breathing heavily, moans escaping him profusely as his prostate was relentlessly assaulted. He twisted and writhed only making it worse. His cock painfully erect again, bobbing slightly as the machine shook him. All while Ava was watching him with a smug look on her face.

She pressed the button again, upping the intensity even further, pounding into his ass. He groaned, clenching his teeth, scrunching up his face. She pocketed the remote and sauntered over to him. She walked behind the chair, leaned over and placed her hands on his shoulders. Sliding them down his chest, to his nipples. Flicking and pinching them, sending tingles to his lower half. His world was going fuzzy; he couldn't focus on anything as he was barraged was the overwhelming sensation. He heard her laughing as forced air through the gag, whimpers escaping him. He tried to resist, he couldn't let her make him come like this. The humiliation would be too much.

She purred in his ear. "I like you like this, stuffed and helpless. You brought this on yourself. The joy of this device is it doesn't get tired, it can do this to you for hours without break. As soon as you come it will drive you to your next orgasm."

She trailed one of her hands down his stomach and wrapped it around his dick slowly pumping her wrist up and down his length. Pulling his foreskin back and forth over his cock head.

She nibbled on his earlobe, continuing her sultry purr. "Why are you resisting? Doesn't it feel good? You're trembling, this part of you is throbbing. Just let go, you can't stop this. It's inevitable."

Despite his best efforts he couldn't hold it back. He clamped down on the dildo, his muscles going taut as euphoria surged through him. Letting out a muffled cry as his nerves lit up, his eyes rolling back, his balls pulling up as his cock gushed out a rope of come. His limbs went limp as he finished, his dick losing its rigidity.

While he slumped back in the chair and Ava removed her hands the machine kept thrusting offering no reprieve. It was a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Oh, that looked like it was good. Better get ready for the next one. Not like you offered me the courtesy of a break."

As she walked back to lean against the wall smirking at him. He let out a snarl glaring at her. He needed to get out of this but it was impossible to do anything like this, he could barely think.

As he tried to come up with a solution through the merciless distraction, there was a metallic clunky and the thruster stopped.

He sighed in relief, whilst Ava huffed.

"Piece of crap." She harrumphed.

She went to retrieve it from beneath the chair. Detaching the dildo as she pulled the device out from under him. Dragging it across the floor to kneel down, examine it and try to fix it. Her attention was no longer on him.

Now was his opportunity. He could think now, how could he get out of this? Incanting was out with his mouth gagged. Intricate gestures with his fingers wasn't an option, his toes weren't though. He had never tried before, but there is a first time for everything. He wrote a series of glyphs into the air by moving his feet and toes. The spell freed his fingers, disintegrating the tape. After flicking his fingers to loosen them, he began casting through them. The gag on his mouth was finally removed. With a word the bindings on his wrists and ankles detached.

Hearing him speak unmuffled by the gag caused her to look at him. Her eyes widened, filling with panic as he stood up, glowering at her with fury.

With a gesture she was yanked to her feet. Her wrists dragged above her by an unseen force. Hanging her so she was pulled onto her tiptoes. He cocked his head while his mouth twisted into a malicious grin.

"Ava, Ava, Ava..." He tutted, clicking his tongue. "...you should have just killed me. But you couldn't resist the urge to play with me. I can't help but wonder if part of you wanted this to happen. I accept your roundabout request to fuck all of your holes." He sneered.

Even as her lip trembled, she still managed to hold onto her spite. "Fuck you! Nothing will change the fact I watched you come from your ass like a sissy bitch." She spat.

He chuckled malevolently. "Oooh you really want me to be rough don't you? I don't need any more encouragement, I'm incentivised enough."

With a flick of his wrist her dress was torn from her. She let out a small yelp as she hung there in her lingerie while he walked around her admiring it, smirking as he trailed his hands down her body.

"Very nice, the garter belt and stockings can stay, but your bra and panties are unnecessary." He whispered in her ear.

He ripped them from her. Leaving her exposed. Taking her chin in his hand, he spoke a few words that she didn't understand and she saw smokey shadow come into being from the corner of her eye. Lasare buried his other hand in her hair, pulling her head back forcing her to kiss him. Teasing her lips apart and slipping his tongue into her mouth. She yielded to him sliding her tongue against his.

She felt the hands of the shade squeeze her buttocks, kneading them between its fingers. As Lasare ended their kiss he nipped her lower lip. Retreating from her, he went to pick up the bottle of lube and tossed it to the shade, who caught it. Smearing some on his fingers before she felt it spread her cheeks.

"Wait...no!" She cried out, as it teased its fingers against her ring.

Lasare walked back over, lightly clasping her throat. As he slid his other hand down her stomach and between her legs, stroking her clit with his fingers.

He chuckled. "I'm going to play with your ass like you played with mine. Is it the first time? Answer me."

She reluctantly nodded. A grin spread across his face as the shade pushed its fingers inside making her squeak. It began pumping in and out of her, coercing her sphincter into relaxing and to accept more fingers. While it did, Lasare removed his hand from her throat and used it to finger her pussy, thrusting into her, caressing her sweet spot.

Ava was quickly becoming overwhelmed by what was happening to her lower half. While what Lasare was doing to her front was undeniably pleasurable, what the shade was doing to her back was instilling a confusing sensation that she couldn't work out if she enjoyed or not. The shade snaked its spare hand to her front to tease her nipple. Making it harden as it played with and pinched it. Moans were extracted from her, causing great amusement to Lesare.

"You're getting so wet Ava. Stop pretending this doesn't turn you on." He whispered in her ear.

She wanted to deny it, but she could feel how easily his fingers slid out of her sopping wet pussy along with the telltale squelching sound. The shivers his fingers were sending through her as he massaged her clit and her sweet spot inside were inescapable. When he compounded his efforts speeding up all the movement of all his fingers, front and back, she let out a needful whine as he was yet again going to compel another orgasm from her body imminently.

"Go to...hell...Lasare!" She mewled.

He cackled. "Yet I'm about to send you to heaven, you're so close. When you come, my shade is going to claim your ass. Hold out if you can but 'just let go, you can't stop this, it's inevitable'" He mocked her, parroting her own words back at her.

She tried to snarl at him through clenched teeth, but it just came out as a mewling whine. His smug face looked down at her as her body rebelled against her. Her hips rocking into his fingers spurring him on. Instinctively seeking pleasure even though her conscious mind knew what the consequences would be.

Her clit started twitching, her insides, front and back squeezing on his fingers. Her chest heaving with panting breaths as she struggled not to come. Her legs and hips shaking as tried to resist. Her eyes glazing over, going half lidded.

She lost the battle. She squealed, with her body tensing up she crushed around his fingers. Rapture flooded her senses as her eyes rolled, back arching when electricity lanced her nerves. He retracted his hands as she went slack.

She barely heard the bottle of lube open and its contents squeezed out. Being brought back to reality as she felt something much larger press against her ring and push inside. She cried out as the shade filled her ass, feeling its hips bear down on her buttocks as it fully inserted itself.

Lasare wore a blissful expression on his face. "Your ass is divinely tight." The shade began gently pumping in and out. "It feels so fucking good." He shivered slightly as he finished speaking.

Ava's body protested the intrusion, feeling discomfort with a strange pleasure thrown in. Feeling stretched and inundated. An attempt to speak just turned into a groan.

She didn't know how she was going to handle it when it picked up the pace, then she felt Lasare brushing his cock head at her folds, hooking one of her thighs around his hips.

She met his piercing blue eyes.