Kyler hung up the phone on Sabine. He'd had enough.
Three times now, they'd tried for a relationship. Each time it wound up crashing and burning, but only after months of frustration for both of them in a cocktail of poor communication, mutual guilt-tripping, and an absolute lack of shared interests. Deep in his mind, he'd always known that the only thing bringing him back every time was the sex.
It was mind-blowing. Sabine had a curvy body and dark, umber skin complimented by a tight, yellow sundress she loved so much despite it being a half-size too small, leaving the impression that her handful-sized breasts were always on the verge of spilling out. In fact, they did so every time he railed her in the outfit, an occurrence that happened at least weekly while they were together.
The sex appeal went beyond her looks, too. Sabine was remarkably insightful, and not just as a straight-A student in the top of their soon-to-graduate class. She knew how to turn him on and loved finding creative ways to do so. She had a way of bumping her perfectly round ass against him in public that virtually guaranteed her panties would be torn off as soon as they got back to the apartment, sometimes even sooner, if she teased him enough. Her submissive demeanor in the bedroom drove him wild, and he loved the way his cock looked in her mouth. Plus, she'd cum at the drop of a hat, from just about any sexual stimulation, and as many times as he wanted her to. When Sabine first climaxed from no more than a long kiss on the neck and 90 seconds of fingering, Kyler thought she was faking it. Her following two orgasms from more of the same convinced him otherwise, as did the next three she experienced with his cock inside her, all in the same hour.
Kyler's favorite part had been the thing she called "aftershocks." Usually, for about 30 minutes after she came, Sabine's whole body grew extra sensitive. A few seconds of nipple play, or a seductive hand running across her pelvis, or even a deep enough kiss would have her cumming without control again and again. The high always left her begging for another dicking-down with her breathy Ugandan accent, a tactic that usually worked Kyler up enough for round two, or three, or four...
Fuck, he had to snap out of it. His dick was already fighting to escape from his boxers. He rushed to remind himself of every reason the relationship didn't work: all the fighting, the manipulation, the lack of shared interests. Even her sex drive had been a problem: Sabine wanted dick all the time, and she was pushy about it, even when he wasn't in the mood, or had somewhere to be, or just wanted to watch a damn movie with her. They had spent the last year or so in and out of a relationship, and Kyler swore over half of that time was spent stewing in frustration with his partner.
Kyler needed to unwind. He went to his stash, produced a blunt, and lit up. If nothing else, he hoped the weed would mellow him out.
When a curvaceous, pink-haired goddess wearing little more than a thin sheet appeared in his living room in a literal puff of off-pink smoke, his first thought was spent wondering what the hell his dealer had laced the stuff with. His second was spent processing the woman's words, his mind catching up as she made him an offer:
"At your very wish, I can seal away another person, to whatever torments you choose, forever. A fellow human being, freed from the shackles of mortality, but sentenced to an eternity as your sexual plaything, entirely on your whim. Does that sound interesting to you?"
Kyler was skeptical, but he decided this was better than his last trip on any hallucinogenic. Fuck it, he'd ride this one out, see where his brain took him. Slowly, he nodded yes to the mysterious woman.
Immediately, the hallucination grew much more vivid: the walls around him disappeared into darkness, the ceiling above became a dimly glowing field of soft light, the floor below a thin layer of fog. He took a deep breath: he was sure things were about to get good, he just needed to not panic. He nearly jumped when the woman spoke breathily into his ear as her glossy-nailed hand slid over his torso and gently caressed his bulge. When had she walked behind him?
"Who will it be Kyler? What unsuspecting mortal will you leave in agonizing bliss for the rest of time? Who will you sentence to-"
"Sabine," he cut her off. "Sabine Namula."
The impossibly lust-laced voice echoed around the room with a controlled, devious chortle. She was evidently used to unhesitating requests.
"And what how will this Sabine Namula spend her eternity?" The tall lady was pressed against his back now, a hand on his waist squeezing with excitement as her breath flowed hot against the side of his neck. She smelled sweet.
Kyler picked an array of options for the victim: Sabine would be bound standing up and bent slightly forward, her ankles locked into a bolted-down spreader bar while her wrists and arms were tied to a shoulder-height suspension bar, keeping them uselessly out of reach. A soft, leather harness would compliment her already sizable breasts and butt, but be molded to force her back to arch at all times in a way that further drew attention to her curves.
Below and behind her, at an angle, would be a fuck machine, sporting a dildo that was just a little longer and thicker than Kyler's own 6-inch shaft: she'd always said he was exactly the right size, and he wanted this experience to sadistically push his ex's limits, while not going so far she wouldn't get off.
For a touch of fun, Kyler added two mirrors to Sabine's setup: one in front of her, on the wall, and another below, on the floor. Together, they would ensure that anywhere she could comfortably look would feature a view of her body being ravished. Each would be lined with a soft white ring light to illuminate her figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. He also spent a small amount of magic points arranging for his victim to be fixed with a ring gag. She'd never worn one when they were a couple -- he'd never asked her to either -- he just thought it would be hot.
With a little magic left over, the genie offered Kyler an array of magical options: ones that would help keep her sanity intact, others that would prevent unconsciousness, or inflict some supernatural pain, or even heighten the victim's arousal. He sprung for none of these however, instead opting for a spell that was as elaborate as it was cruel.
The magic would plant a thought in Sabine's head, after her arrival in the little prison of forced orgasms. She would come to believe that escape was a possibility, but only if she condemned someone deeply close to her, to whom she had a profound connection and an immense feeling of love, to the same fate. If she begged to trade places with such a person, and really, truly meant it, the spell would force her hand to cruelty, swapping the positions of Sabine and someone she cared about the most.
Then, would be the true betrayal. While the spell would pull someone she cared about into a similar setup within the permanent chamber, it would not work as expected, instead leaving a fucked-senseless Sabine still trapped inside, unable to convey her error or motives to the other person. The two would remain bound from then on, only now with truly no hope of ever escaping.
Lastly, Kyler decided to test the limits of his drug-induced illusions: the young man would, at a random point in his life, be whisked into Sabine's forever-dungeon, where he could fuck her personally, basking in the tight grip of the pussy he'd become so accustomed to. He didn't expect it to pay off, the drugs were only temporary, after all, but it was a tantalizing idea that wove nicely into his little fantasy.
"There's not enough magic for that."
Kyler blinked at the curvaceous woman's words. He hadn't expected the genie to protest within the confines of his lust-induced fantasy high. He tilted his head, confused by the sudden lack of flirtation in her voice.
"I don't make the rules, but you only have so much magic per victim. It depends on your relationship to the victim. Getting your physical form into the timeless prison is a tall order, I could theoretically do it if you had a way to generate more magic. It's possible, but only if you were willing to-"
"Do it." Kyler interrupted. He wanted to return to his sexual fantasy, and this non-telegraphed rule was decisively unerotic.
A seductive tone returned to the barely dressed genie's voice as her lips curved into a sly smile.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked.
"Absolutely," replied an impatient Kyler. "Whatever it takes, I don't care, get on with it."
"Granted," replied the mystery woman, mischievously. She vanished as a whirlwind of off-pink glitter filled the room, then vanished, leaving a breathtaking scene in the center of the chamber.
There was Sabine, on full display. She was leaned all the way forward, testing the strength of her bonds as the machine behind her plunged in and out of her leaking cunt at inhuman speeds. Her forced-open lips turned a sexual moan into a humiliating, animalistic grunt as her sex spurted around the cock drilling into her. As the pleasure turned to an overwhelming wave of post-orgasm pounding, she started to jerk her hips and legs, pulling at her bindings in sudden movements as her body fought to escape the stimulation, to no avail. Her legs gave out and she screamed in overstimulated rapture as the harness took her full weight, pressing painfully into her torso as it held her just high enough off the ground that the fuck machine's rod couldn't slip out.
Kyler's could feel his dick throbbing, as if begging to fuck something as a cathartic, sense of raw, vengeful, sexual need overcame him. Another pink flash, and the bondage genie was kneeling between his legs, lowering the waistline of his pants to reveal his pulsing length. She started stroking it expertly as her off-hand ran up his abs and chest.
She reached up an handed him a spontaneously appearing sheet of paper, which he took absentmindedly, without looking. Kyler could hear the magical lady's voice, but was unable to focus on it, his attention glued to the sight and sounds of his ex's delicious orgasm torture. Some ignored part of his brain processed the words, more or less, but declined to transmit their meaning to the rest of his mind.
