[Note: This chapter contains some adult themes + content. Esteemed reader discretion suggested!]
We would love to say that Countless brilliant ideas went through Desmond's mind, that with absolute resourcefulness and quick thinking, he did credit to himself and the situation by stepping up, manning up, declaring that he would have no hand in these games, thereby imbuing the readers with a sense of pathos and respect that despite his shortcomings, there was still much to admire in such an ambitious yet waylaid individual.
And… they would be granted their wish…
Sort of.
You see, perversely enough, perhaps due to the high stakes, high stimulation of the high pressure moment, and following the most recent 'conditioning' session at the hands - well ok, it was in fact the nylon-clad dexterous digits of Ly Ly's feet…
There was, in fact, currently only one thought going through Des Des' mind at the moment -
and that was that
he wanted release, dammit!!!
If he was going to die, then at the least he would go out with his balls emptied.
"W-What do you want?!" He gasped out tersely even as he jerked futilely at his bound hands and feet.
"I-I'll do anything… j-just please…" he wheedled even as he dribbled at the exquisite sight of Ly Ly sitting back in her chair, her long elegant black heels discarded on the floor, her feet fraternizing felicitously together sending shivers of anticipation through the currently most upright member of his 'church's congregation'.
"P-Please take me to heaven with your stocking-ed feet…"
Desmond simpered losing all dignity, and yet, at the same time, not a single man would be able to blame him, and in fact a few silently praised and thanked him for his honesty!!!
Putting in a brave face, a stoic last stand? Who cared about that?!?!
No one cared whether or not Desmond lived or died… in truth, according to the esteemed readers, Desmond had in fact done the right thing - and now, ironically, at the brink of… losing it all… he actually 'stood' the chance to become immortalized through this… scene which the majority of the audience wanted to see and read about!
"Desmond… I knew you were a good guy!!!"
"A cultured man after my own heart."
"This was Desmond's greatest… Feat."
Another said solemnly, preparing to wrap up the impending obituary with these sheer, silken words even as they hoped that Ly Ly would also wrap up Desmond's 'devout disciple' inbetween sheer, silken satisfaction…
Still others snorted, feigning disinterest: "Oh Pffttt… is this the… sole reason for this scene?!" They exclaimed, even as they peeked through their fingers…
"50 seconds, Des Des…" Ly Ly said sweetly even as she crossed and uncrossed her lovely long smooth silken legs sending shuddering pulses of desperate desire through the doomed Des Des.
"I-I… Money!!!! My body!!!! Marriage!!!!! Happiness!!!!! Love!!!!!!!!!" Desmond shouted stricken, even as he was tormented by the perfect nylon vision in front of him, as Ly Ly giggled and brought her feet closer rubbing them together, traversing up his legs, but stopping just artfully short of consummate contact, so close and yet so far…
"Oh… that sounds nice…"
Ly Ly said, giggling pleasantly.
"But how do I know you're telling the truth? Talk is cheap, Des Des…"
*35 seconds…*
"Hnnnggghhhh… I-I swear it!!!! I swear it on my legacy as Desmond Potte!!! Everything!!! Everything I have!!!! It's all yours… J-Just please let me experience fully that sweetness…from your feet's feathery, frisky fleetness!!!!!"*
*Paraphrased to keep things 'PG' as usual.
*15 seconds…*
"Well there is a way… but you would have to become my willing mind-controlled slave - is that okay with you?… The alternative of course…"
Suddenly Ly Ly's sweet exterior turned ice cold as she glanced to her other implements and moistened her luscious lips…
Desmond hesitated. This was a tough call.
"I gave you guys payment for my legacy… Promise me you'll at least see it through…!!! The Dark Rizzard Alliance has its reputation of getting results to maintain right?!?!"
"We will certainly take it into account…
7 seconds… What's your answer Des Des? Sweet Surrender and Pleasure...? or Death made to Measure…?
…Oh and I should tell you, you only get one chance to decide… it's up to you… Just know that I would keep my promise…"
At this, Ly Ly artfully caressed her stockinged feet together whilst giving Desmond a lustful smirk, a smile full of play and promise.
4… 3… 2…
"I-I accept!!! Sweet surrender and Pleasure!!!"
Desmond cried out, just as the timer hit zeroes and remained there, blinking with the finality of the time run out and up, as the clock on the wall just ticked over the minute mark with a dramatic and ominous final *tick*…
For a moment, there was absolute silence.
Desmond's whimpering words washed off the walls, echoing throughout the chamber.
*And then…*
A soft, slow clap, as Ly Ly's delicate, graceful hands came together in a show of well-satisfied approval.
"Well done, Des Des… you absolutely did the right thing…"
She sighed. "Though it would have been nice to practice my other techniques…"
She glanced at the large phallic and disturbingly… 'slickened' and 'bent' implements that she had placed to the side, before nodding and artfully, ever so slowly, to tease caress and undress Desmond down below.
Her eyes lit up with a purple violet glow, and true to her word, as she leaned back providing a perfect view of her tantalizing thighs and full figure, her perfectly pedicured phalanges began to play and ply Desmond's phallus, sending him into reels and rollicks of rapture, as she began to activate her demonic brand of Mind Control Magic…
Since Desmond had surrended and agreed to the process, this time, she satisfied him to climax, sending him up and over the cusp into the heights of sweet heavenly *release*, and Desmond gasped as he finally splattered and spurted in turgid, treacly torrents all over Ly Ly's goddess-like, smooth-as-silk nylon-ed feet, sailing, Sinbad-like, into the seas of a surging satisfaction, even as he surrendered his sentience for the foreseeable future…
Ly Ly, to her credit, kept her end of the bargain and gave him full satisfaction, as she made cute moaning noises, even as she took the podiatric perversion to the very peninsulas of pleasure.
Desmond whimpered… yes whimpered in sheer ecstasy and delight, even as his Mind Heart and Soul became Ly Ly's to command…
The readers could only shake their heads.
Desmond… was he the most cursed man… or the most blessed?!
The moral and cathartic dualism and ambiguity of the whole scene and chain of events was truly thought-provoking.
As expected of Author and their favourite novel Rizzmaster!!!!
The audience was left speechless, even amidst applause and boos in equal measure at the sheer (stocking-ed) controversy.
One thing though was for sure.
It was surely worth their power stones!!!!!
They felt and inwardly and outwardly exclaimed, even as they chucked over their powerstones, whilst simultaneously banishing unnecessary thoughts like
"...What?! did I just read..."
from their minds and replacing them with 'Author-approved affirmations' such as
"Eh, Don't think too much"
and
"...Are we not entertained?!"
even as they mused over the surprising gamut of emotions that they were now feeling…