String Caught in a Cat's Claws

Chapter 17

This chapter takes place during the hallucination. Have fun!

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Donna's hand came to your neck, the pollen in the room filling your mind as Donna's grin became devilish. You squirmed a little as she opened your shirt and peppered kisses down your chest, stomach, and gently pulling away your pants. You couldn't think of any words to say as Donna ripped away your pants. "I've neglected your needs for so long." Her words fell heavy on you. "I should've been a better wife." You squirmed a little to help Donna remove your undergarments. With one push with her hands, Donna spread your legs and centered herself between them.

Your breath became heavy as Donna peppered your inner thigh with kisses. "I heard about what you did with Alcina." Your heart stopped for a moment, eyes wide. "I'm sure I can please you better. After all..." Donna swiped her tongue along your clit with a devilish grin. "I can fulfill any fantasy. Now, keep your hands to yourself." You gave a small nod, a soft exhale leaving you as she exposed your aching center to the cold air, focused on the little sensitive nub. You fought every urge to run your fingers through her hair, attempting to obey. It felt as though Donna was writing you a love letter of the highest degree, sentences dotted with a moment of overbearing pleasure as she sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves.

You gripped the couch, a moan escaping your lips as Donna continued to work you. You gasped as she slipped a finger into you, gently curling the digit as she pumped slowly. You tried to get out any words, but no words could amount to the feeling she was giving you. Soon, she slipped in a second digit, almost tipping you over the edge. Just a little more, don't stop! The edge was so close, you were ready to jump over it until Donna let go of your clit and slid her fingers out of you. "I'm not letting you cum that easy." She gave a dark grin to your whining, your nub throbbing for attention. "This is also a punishment." Donna gave you a kiss, letting you taste yourself.

Blinking a couple times, you saw Donna with a harness and a fairly thick dildo resting on you. It had to be at least nine inches long, a hitachi vibrator in her left hand. She didn't need to apply any lube, you were dripping on the couch, dripping like a busted faucet. "Hands to yourself, babe." Donna ordered. She positioned herself carefully, gently sliding in the girthy fake dick. You could feel it stretch you, making your walls ache as it filled every inch. "You're so good, taking it all. Such a good little maiden." Donna sneered, turning the vibrator on the lowest setting and began to thrust. You tightly gripped the couch, knuckles turning white as she started off slow.

You could feel the soft ridges gently tugging on you, her hips expertly working to find the right tempo as the vibrator wand soon increased, ripping a whine out of you. You felt Donna's hand leave your hip and be firmly placed on your neck. You couldn't say anything, but mouthed out a soft "please". You knew you were making a mess on the couch, she was driving you wild and already so close over the edge.

Your clit ached for mercy, driving you wild as soon an orgasm was just over the edge, so close yet so far, making you squirm and whimper for mercy as Donna didn't relent. She only fucked you harder, hearing her give a dark giggle as she heard just how wet you were. Donna peppered kisses along your jaw, you could feel her smile as an orgasm finally ripped through you and she refused to stop. With a final thrust, you were shoved back into reality.

Your clothes were still intact and Donna was on top of you with just a hand on your neck. What lingered from your hallucination was the mess between your legs, your poor undergarments drenched and already seeping through your pants. "No hands." Donna grinned. You cheeky fucker.