A Model's Desire

It was slower than she had expected, the fingertips merely teasing her instead of exploring her as quickly as she would have guessed, though at least the spell had worked.

Vicki had been masturbating as she looked at one of her most recent photos, lying on her back on the bed in the same manner, admiring how the light silhouetted her frame from the side as she arched seductively. Nearing her orgasm, she decided to try out the incantation she'd been taught. Vicki's friend hadn't expected any of the spells she had shown her to stick, not having studied them fully like she had. Yet, this one had been on Vicki's mind for some time; she'd practised and practised in her mind and knew that even though she wasn't a trained sorceress, it had to work. As she neared her moment, the thought of feeling many hands holding her down and fingerfucking her throughout her orgasm was so enticing.

Uttering the incantation and placing her hands flat on the bed, she waited to feel hands press between her thighs and bring her to orgasm. The fantasy of being able to feel the thoughts of everyone who had looked at her photo had overwhelmed her with lust.

Instead of instantly feeling fingers or even a cock penetrating her, she endured several minutes of fingertips lightly touching all over her body. It was beyond frustrating, especially with how close she had gotten herself to coming, though she endured it, wanting to experience the full feast of the spell.

Fingers and palms trailed over every curve as she fought against herself to simply reach between her thighs again and masturbate to the orgasm she craved. The contact was so gentle it surprised her. At times, the sensation was even more gentle than the softest of touches. She hadn't realised how many people wanted to simply tease and seduce her. All around her chest, along her sides, up her back and around her legs, hands ceaselessly caressed and massaged. It was like countless hands of ghosts were intertwined over her body, all overlapping to amplify the sensations until it became unbearable.

She couldn't bear it any more, already aroused enough without this added tantalisation. As she tried to reach between her legs, she felt as if her hands were being held down in place. Either at least one person had fantasised about pinning her down in that position, or the spell didn't want her interfering with the sensations that had been concocted in the minds of her audience.

The sunlight in the photograph had outlined her erect nipple perfectly, which must have been why so much attention was being focused on her chest. Hundreds of fingertips circled around her breasts, while the feeling of hundreds of mouths and tongues began licking and nibbling in circles just around her nipples. She began to actively cry out in frustration, needing them to be sucked. Yet, no matter how much she arched her back or strained against the invisible hands that held her down, she couldn't prevent the constant teasing.

It amazed her how many thoughts just a simple picture could evoke. The number of fingers and mouths which pressed to parts of her that she never focused on herself (or had partners focus on) was staggering. The attention to her lower back, her shoulders, outer thighs, upper arms and even earlobes made her melt even further into the situation. Though she knew that there was no way that people weren't thinking of fingering her, of fucking her, of sucking hard on her nipples and clitoris. She expected that this was all to come.

After so long, long enough to nearly be weeping with need, a new picture of hers was the point of focus. She had cast the spell with only the one picture in mind, so she was taken aback to find herself put into another pose.

Vicki was pulled up suddenly onto her knees and knelt upright while her hands were held behind her back. She recalled this photograph, one of her favourite positions to arouse her audience. As an online model, she loved enticing her followers; this was a position she'd often posed in to accentuate her chest and lead their attention to between her legs as she kept her thighs spread wide. Vicki always ensured that she wore lingerie to conceal herself -- to give herself just enough coverage to light the imagination further. The same lingerie in the photograph magically appeared as she was held in that position.

Instantly, the phantom fingertips of her admirers pressed to her chest, to her rear and between her legs. The most focus, as she had expected, was between her legs. However, clad in her lingerie -- form-fitting tight black silk with stockings -- instead of feeling fingers or more pressing against her tenderness, she only felt hands press to the fabric covering her skin.

As before, the erotic thoughts of every viewer of her photo manifested in physical sensations for Vicki. Their palms pressed to the silky fabric between her thighs, over her breasts and along her legs. So many people had imagined the feeling of the fabric against their hands as they stroked over her chest and rear, spreading and caressing between her legs. That sleek sensation of the material pressing against Vicki's smooth, sensual curves was clearly on the minds of countless aroused individuals.

While the focus was on her erogenous zones, there was plenty of attention still paid to every other inch of her body. Kisses fluttering along every inch and crevice, gentle bites and just a little suction around areas that even alone would have made her sigh. Individually, these sensations would have made her squirm. Combined, they created a dizzying flurry that she couldn't escape from. With every touch and caress overlapping, it felt as if she had the attention of everyone in the world focused on her body. Her arousal alone wasn't the scary part. The worst was that the most intense of explorations hadn't begun. There were no firm pinches, no penetrating thrusts or sexually focused friction. Instead, it was still just a slow and steady build-up that kept her shaking with anticipation.

Vicki was sweating from the anticipation and arousal. She desperately needed more, and no manner of begging and screaming seemed to do anything to change it.

As much as Vicki fought to gain control, to pull her hands away or change position, the hands held her in place. As she yelled out for more, a hand clasped over her mouth while her limbs were held tightly. The sense of being so under control of others, so entirely manipulated to their whim, just as they must have thought about while watching her, kept Vicki positively dripping with desire. As much as she strained, Vicki remained captive to their lustful thoughts.

She had always hoped hundreds, if not thousands, of people would look at her pictures and content longingly and appreciate her work. Now, she knew that so many had watched her creations lustfully. She was quickly becoming a victim of her own craft.

The lingerie fit tightly, ensuring that numerous fingertips, tongues and something even softer remained pressing right against her pussy lips. The fact that the lingerie had fit snuggly to her plump delicacy meant that much attention was focused along the trail of her vulva and the soft feminine curve of her mound. It was maddening having so many people thinking of pressing their fingertips so softly to her. Countless people had fantasised about the silkiness of the lingerie against their fingertips and palms as it pressed to her rear, to her chest and along the outline of her pussy.

Of the hundreds of people who paid attention to her womanhood, she prayed that just one of them would press a little firmer. Even just a firmer touch to her nipples or clitoris would be merciful compared to the whisper-thin sensations being applied to those tender peaks.

As much as she tried to wriggle her hips and push against phantom fingertips, nothing would give her the stimulation she craved. Nothing but her squeals and screams of utter frustration seemed to be the goal of this spell, this curse she had unleashed upon herself.

Shaking with need and straining against her captivity under the spell's influence, she couldn't withstand the onslaught of teasing. With her sensitivity and high sex drive, she'd never purposefully denied herself. This teasing was maddening and excruciating. Yet, just then, what she feared soon presented itself.

She was suddenly flipped over into another position. She was on her knees, bent over with her hands resting on the bed's headboard, held in place so she couldn't move. Just as she had feared, she was now in another pose from a previous picture. She had been terrified that the spell was going to enact this exact situation for every one of her most erotic images. She was correct.

This time, Vicki was clad in floral red lingerie, her G-string outlining the swollen petals of her engorged pussy as she remained held in such a revealing pose. She couldn't bear the thought of being teased even more in this way, knowing how many times she'd posed for the camera in order to arouse her audience. She had masturbated so many times at the thought of what others must have been thinking when seeing her posts. Now, she was experiencing exactly her audience's thoughts, slowly unravelled by them until there was nothing left but raw, animalistic need.

She loved being spanked by partners during sex, having her hair pulled from behind and being handled a little roughly. In those situations, it was while being fucked or at least building towards her inevitable orgasm. Here, it was hellish. She felt those palms repeatedly slap her ass in the ways she loved. She felt her hair being pulled back while mouths pressed against her neck. However, there was no attempt to give her the orgasm she openly begged for. Constantly she was spanked, kissed and fondled, yet her pussy only felt the torment of fingertips sliding back and forth along the areas not covered by the G-string.

Any time Vicki she tried to scream out for help, an invisible hand clasped over her mouth. It made her torment worse, as this helplessness turned her on even more. The loud cracks of hands constantly smacking against her rear continued to ring throughout the room as she moaned and groaned into the palms of her ghostly captors. All the while, her body was lavished with stroking and massaging. Not a single inch of her body went without feeling the hands of another come into contact. Aside from the sensation of skin against her own, Vicki occasionally felt long feminine fingernails gently grazing along her back, making her shiver in arousal.

As the lustful thoughts of countless people materialised into ghostly touches, Vicki was manipulated into all manner of poses from her past. Any time she was fully undressed in her pose, the more direct the stimulation was. While it was a relief to have her nipples and clitoris feel the attention she was aching for, it also made it worse to have her orgasm constantly thwarted. With how on fire her body was at all times, just the multitude of fingers and tongues circling and brushing along her nipples and clit caused her to be on the brink. The spell ensured that the stimulation backed off enough to prevent her from going over.

Even as she wept in agony, needing to come so bad that she sobbed for it to stop, attempting to quickly scream out any incantation that might cause it all to cease, the hands continued to muffle her cries. Nothing she did could take back those erotic thoughts she had conjured in the past. She would have to endure every hand, every fingertip, every pair of lips and tongue that had ever touched her in the minds of her followers.

With every pose, Vicki was filled with regret - regret of just how much each position must have turned on so many people. The more exciting the attire, the more she was teased slowly and softly. The more exposed she was, the more focused the attention on her most sensitive areas; palms and fingertips were replaced with more mouths and tongues.

When she was next on her knees again on the bed, legs spread wide, Vicki tried in vain to push her hips against the myriad sensations of dildos and cocks that pressed against her entrance. The invisible hands kept her hips in place while her hands remained pinned above her head as she gripped a handful of hair to hold it back. She remembered this pose, almost entirely nude, save for a strapless bra. How she had angled herself to only just conceal her intimacy, she knew so many would have fantasised about her straddling them, riding them as she bounced up and down.

Vicki was not in any denial about how graphic the thoughts of her followers would have been. She certainly knew that even though her photos were always tasteful and merely suggestive, they would conjure the most sexual scenarios in her audience's mind. She accepted it and understood it. That's what made it surprising that she'd been kept on the edge of climax for so unbearably long. As the soft strokes and light contact continued to drive her crazy, she wondered where were the graphic sexual thoughts. Where were the deep thrusts? Where was the intense fingerfucking? Where were the mouths devouring her swollen clitoris and biting her stiff nipples?

Straddling her invisible lovers, she felt hundreds of phalluses tease her entrance and slide back and forth against it. The strapless bra had gained the attention of many, who all had wanted to squeeze her breasts, which heaved against the material. She sighed and moaned as she was fondled and groped. Having been teased to the brink for so long, her pussy now dripped with her essence in a string of translucent desire onto the bed.

Repeatedly, Vicki was forced to withstand every pose she'd ever carried out in front of the camera and posted online. The lustful thoughts, which manifested into physical torment upon her body, kept her straining and writhing with need. The ghostly hands held her in place effortlessly each time.

When she was pinned against the wall, as she had posed with her hands up in the air, wearing only a short skirt, she thought she'd finally feel the relief of her nipples being pinched. Instead, they were simply teased and toyed with, licked and suckled without any firm contact or more intense sensation that would have provided a little respite. The spell seemed destined to torture her to madness.

With the short skirt, however, many seemed to have the same thought in mind; Vicki could not count the number of people who all seemed to take turns with their heads beneath her skirt. With no underwear beneath, they were free to lick and nibble between her inner thighs and along her pussy to their heart's content. They had clearly imagined spending a long time with their faces buried between her legs. As the heads began to overlap, she endured many tongues all at once, slipping along her pussy lips and circling her clitoris. She tried desperately to thrust her hips forward, then tried to pull her hand down to touch herself and quell the raging inferno of need between her legs. The hands kept her held in place, pinned against the wall helplessly as she screamed out for them to eat her out, to ravage her sensitive pussy or suck her clitoris as much as they desired. Her words went unheeded.

With her pussy juices coating her thighs and running down her legs while sweat dripped from her body, Vicki was a mess of unbridled need. She could not control the longing that raged within her yet could not do anything to release the pent-up ecstasy that fought fiercely to escape.

As much as she wept for mercy or struggled against the hands that held her and manipulated her into so many positions, she was not granted a moment of freedom. She'd have given anything just to be able to reach down and touch herself directly, to feel a moment of relief. All she had wanted was to come. She had cast the spell to simply experience an orgasm from a single photo, to feel the sexual onslaught of that one picture. Instead, she was trapped in a timeless void, teased through every picture that she'd ever teased her audience with.

It took her a little while to realise when she was back in the first position. She'd been brought to the edge and tantalised so much that she could barely comprehend anything anymore. But she was back at the beginning, her most recent photo once again, lying on her back, naked with her hands pinned down at her sides. She felt nothing and wondered if it was over.

Suddenly, penetration. She felt the long, hard length thrust deep inside. Then another. And another. Repeatedly, she was penetrated. It wasn't just the same phallus being thrust in and out, but the sensation of multiple people who had all thought of being between her legs and pounding her. At the same time, she felt fingers curling up inside and rubbing her G-spot, just as mouths pressed around her mound and sucked her clitoris intently. This all happened in the span of several seconds, right as more mouths and fingers pinched and bit and sucked on her nipples. Struggling even to breathe, she exploded in orgasm.

After so much denial, the pleasure erupted from within so powerfully that it made her see stars. She wasn't even sure if she was being held down tightly or if she was so overcome with ecstasy that she was frozen in place, her body seized with pleasure.

Just as the mouths and fingers and cocks didn't stop, nor did her orgasm. It seemed to take hold as if to make up for the horrifying length of time that it had been held back. Before it could even fully subside, another orgasm was torn from her. After all, there was no coordination to the sensations being thrust upon her. These were all simply ghosts of actions in the minds of others, with no interplay between what Vicki herself was currently going through. Whether she was coming or not, the actions continued the same, ensuring that her body suffered regardless of how much she could endure it.

She came again, screaming out wildly before a hand once more pressed to her mouth, silencing her. This action seemed to prolong and strengthen her climax. Being treated a little roughly always made her pass out for a little. However, just as this was about to happen, she instantly felt jolted to consciousness. The spell was not going to let her off like that. It forced her to endure every moment of the sensations it inflicted upon her.

As with her real-life lovers, she began to cry from the rapturous pleasure, so overwhelmed by the sensations. However, with no individual or visible person, it was simply her body trying to withstand what she was having to endure.

Even the feeling of tongues lapping away at her clitoris as it felt the deep suction of someone devouring that exposed cherry wasn't lessening with time. Instead of the feelings becoming duller as time went on, as always occurring from overstimulation, Vicki realised that everything felt as sensitive and intense as it did the moment the spell was first cast so many hours ago. The spell would not give her body the mercy of dampening the sensations.

Vicki was tortured over and over again with the forced orgasms being drilled, sucked and stroked from her. As much as she cried, shrieked, and tried to wrestle herself free, Vicki remained trapped in the throes of pleasure she herself had formulated.

As much as the hands and mouths caressed all over her body, she was primarily focused on the myriad sensations inflicted between her thighs. She wanted to shield her clitoris from the mouths, to let her throbbing button rest, even just to let her have a moment of respite as she came. Having them continue to suck her most sensitive spot throughout her orgasm made her shriek every time, yet she could do nothing to prevent it. It made it worse each time she felt the build-up of climax approaching, those few seconds between each orgasm where she knew it was about to make every muscle seize and make her insides convulse. Knowing just how intense it was going to be - that they'd continue to thrust as her pussy clenched tightly in orgasm and continued to suck as her clitoris became inflamed with overstimulation - made Vicki wince and whimper in fearful anticipation.