Be Careful What you wish for

Be Careful What you wish for

I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to attend this Halloween Party. Lyra might be my best friend, but I didn’t really know her friend Becca, who was hosting the party. After a lot of cajoling, I decided to go. Little did I realize what a huge mistake I was making.   Becca met us at the door, hugging Lyra and introducing herself to me. She led us over to the table with all the alcohol, making small talk with Lyra and me. When the doorbell rang, Becca suggested that we mingle, and she’d catch up with us when she had the chance. I looked around the room for a familiar face and spotted a mutual friend of ours, Liliana, amongst a fairly large group of women. I waved to her, and along with Lyra, headed over to join her. As we approached, I heard one of the women saying something about how amazing, and frightening, the sex was when her boyfriend tied her bent over the kitchen table so that she was utterly helpless and fucked her brains out from behind. “What the hell is this all about,” I asked Liliana. She said that since this was Halloween, they had all decided to share times when they felt scared during sex, and it heightened the experience.   Someone else started to talk about her scary sex scene when woman dressed in a full-blown witch’s outfit caught my eye. I did not recognize her, but something about the way she was scanning the room and listening intently to the story being shared got my attention. We kept glancing at each other as the woman finished her story, and another woman started to share hers. She told us about how her boyfriend tied her to a chair with a vibrator pressed against her pussy lips and then left her like that while he watched a football game. I damn near climaxed right then and there because what she was describing was my ultimate fantasy. The one I always envisioned when I masturbated. To be bound and forced to cum again and again and again. My body shuddered slightly as she described having one orgasm after another, unable to move her pussy away from the vibrator. I could feel myself getting very, VERY damp down there. I turned toward Lyra and Liliana, smiled, and excused myself to use the bathroom. I needed to get away before my body betrayed me completely. As I walked away, out of the corner of my eye, I caught the witch eyeing me, a rather mischievous smile on her face.   I located Becca and asked her where I could find a bathroom. She told me that she knew the one on the first floor was occupied but that there was another one upstairs to the right at the end of the hall. By the time I reached this bathroom’s door, I was sweating, my heart was pounding, and my pussy was throbbing. All I could think about was that woman’s forced orgasms story. “God, I wish someone would do something like that to me,” I whispered out loud. “I can arrange that,” a female voice rang out from behind me. I turned in shock to see the witch standing behind me, waving her arms and reciting something unintelligible. She must have followed me and heard what I just said. Suddenly, the world around me began spinning, and I passed out.   When I awoke, I found myself naked, bound in a tight spread-eagle on a bed, my legs splayed wide apart. I could feel the head of a wand vibrator pressed between my pussy lips, snuggly against my clit. I looked around the room in a panic and saw the witch standing off to the side, smirking impishly down at me. “This is what you wished for, isn’t it,” she asked coyly. I tried to speak but no words came out of my mouth. “Just a spell of mine to keep you from alerting the others,” the witch commented nonchalantly, “Leaving you alone with a gag in your mouth is much too risky, wouldn’t you agree.” The witch then began waving her hands again, while saying words I could not understand. Suddenly, I feel clamps biting into my nipples. I arch up slightly and let out a low moan. “My spell will let you moan all you want, just not speak,” she explains, “And, BTW, those clamps can and will vibrate.” Some more had waving and nonsensical words, and I feel something inside my cunt. “Vibrating egg, pressed into your G-spot,’ the witch cackles, “That should about do it.”   Without any warning, the vibrators start up all at once. Both nipple clamps. The egg vibrator on my G-spot. The wand vibrator on my pussy lips and clit. I arch high up off the bed, let out a guttural groan, and do something I almost never do, spurt juices, as a massive climax rips through me. The vibrations do not stop. I begin thrashing as best I can give how tightly I am bound. Another orgasm builds quickly. Almost before I can catch my breath, I climax again, as powerfully as the first. The witch smiles evilly as my body convulses and another wave of juices spews from my cunt. “When the last guest leaves, Becca will come upstairs and find you like this,” the witch sneers, “Maybe she will even let you go.” I shake my head wildly as another climax comes rushing up from my core. The witch has positioned all the vibrators perfectly, insuring maximum stimulation to my most sensitive parts. Orgasm number 3 denotates, causing me to moan even louder and leaving me gasping for air as my body shudders and quakes from aftershocks. “You know the adage, sweetie,’ the witch chuckles as she waves her hands and disappears, “Be careful what you wish for.”