"I do," Musubi moaned, only partly realizing that there were no longer hands on her breasts.  "Wait, what?"  And then the spell took effect, pushing her up fast and hard...the catgirl made the mistake of thinking it was the spell that she had used on the men at the BTL warehouse.  When it took her just to the edge of orgasm, but not beyond, she quickly realized that it was different and tried with all her mental might to push it off...no such luck, she was there.  And there to stay, now that Elisabeth had put her into a hold that kept her from touching herself in any way.  She tried the tricks she'd learned earlier to ease it...but this was<em>magic</em>, and they had no such effect.  She started to squirm in earnest now, but Elisabeth's training and better strength ensured she couldn't get out.  The sensation became an ache, and the ache became a<em>torment</em>.  If it had been from herself, she might have managed better - she<em>would</em>have managed better...<br/><br/>...but under this magical assault, it took only a few minutes at best to break her.  <"P-please!">  She cried out, too distracted to speak English.  <"M-make it stoooooooooooop!  Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease!">