The small young woman whimpers as she feels the hands grasping at her breasts, kneading them.  She twist this way and that,  trying to get away from the groping hands on her body.  She whimpered as her mortal body begins to betray her.  She can feel the evil building in her body.<br/><br/>Then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped.  Was that it?  Had she resisted?   Had her Goddess come to her rescue?<br/><br/>Then she heard Kerelithe rummaging around again.  Her body trembled softly with the lingering of the evil in her loins and breasts.<br/><br/>She shied away as Kerelithe strapped the cuffs to her hands and ankles, but shuddered each time they were strapped to her slender joints.  They had to be tightened to the last hole she was so delicately framed, and still fit a hair loose.<br/><br/>She was puzzled.  Still, she allowed herself to be guided to the other end of the room.  Her hands felt the table before she was rolled onto it.  She shivered on the cool surface as the succubus guided her hands and feet into position.  Kerelithe would easily notice her onky resisted enough to test her but was already giving in to the realization she was greatly outmatched in strength.<br/><br/>So she found herself laying there, bound and exposed.  She began sobbing softly, feeling the air drifting past her inner lips, her vulva in full rosy bloom.  She'd never felt more exposed or vulnerable than right then.<br/><br/>"Please, don't do this......."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>