Facing The Music In The Clouds

Chapter 188: Facing The Music In The Clouds

"Gywah!"

September made this moaning and intense noise as she realized that it was clear that she was being tortured by Lord Monsoon. Awfully tortured by him. Her arms and her legs were still spread out. She was easy to access. Incredibly easy to use.

"Tell me: How long has it been since the last time you were fucked, witch?" the demonic voice of the man-pig echoed through her mind. 

It was almost as if he was speaking telepathically to her, but it wasn't even the case. He was speaking out loud. His voice was making the trees tremble. It was making the earth shake. Everyone on the road could hear him, but no one did, no one except for her. She was on her own. She was alone. 

The two lightning chains, which were pulling on her thick nipples, were sending shivers and electric shocks throughout her entire body. Not enough to hurt her, but more than enough to wake her body up and excite her. She wasn't moaning in pain. She was moaning in pleasure. After pinching and pulling on her nipples for quite a long time, the openings at the tip of the lightning ropes swallowed her growing and erecting nipples. 

They pulled on them more than ever, pulling them toward the interior of the ropes. It was almost as if her nipples were being sucked on by two mouths. Two perverted and hungry mouths at that. But since these mouths were electrified, it also meant that she was constantly tortured and teased the entire time. 

Now, September didn't mind the torture too much. She found it exciting. And she could take it. She could take all of it. But being tortured by a horrible and dangerous monster such as Lord Monsoon was something entirely different. It was too dangerous. Much too dangerous. The chances of her getting out alive after this were slim. Incredibly slim. Especially since Lord Monsoon had been after her for so long. He wanted her. He desired her. He wished to make her his fuck-toy. Which was exactly what she was turning into at this moment in time. 

She moaned, and she moaned time and time again instead of replying to the direct question the man-pig recently asked her. So much electricity, so much lightning powers that her body was constantly being teased with. She couldn't help it: She was enjoying it way too much. She was drooling at the mouth and tried resisting a bit longer. If only she still had her magical scepter with her and that she didn't have her hands separated so much like this, she would then be able to cast a spell. 

Something. 

Any spell that could help her escape. The nipple-sucking became more intense and this had the effect of making it, so her nipples were now fully erected. Her large and wide areolae were becoming wrinklier and wrinklier as her nipples hardened. A wet liquid squirted out of her pussy. She was so wet, her entire vaginal corridor was perfectly lubricated. It was only awaiting a certain something to penetrate inside of her and to make love to her. It was only a matter of time before this came to be. Her pussy was patiently waiting. 

"Answer the question: When was the last witch?" Lord Monsoon's face suddenly came closer into view. By the time she re-opened her eyes again, he was right there, he was right into her face. He was looking down upon her. 

He was towering over her. His elongated and disgusting pig's nose was nearly touching her face. Even though this apparition or manifestation of Lord Monsoon was purely made of actual electricity, it was still there, it was still real. It wasn't an illusion. She couldn't escape him. And she had to answer his question. 

Not answering him and listening to him would most likely end up in some kind of anger being unleashed on her. A regular woman would definitely immediately answer the beast. But not her. Not September. She licked her lips and prepared to finally answer the monstrosity. But on her own terms. She wasn't done fighting. 

"Look at you, Monsoon. You are so insecure. And so obsessed with your plan and hopes or making me yours that you are forgetting important things," September seductively answered his question. Answered it without really answering it. Exactly as she hoped to confront the beast, it was going to be on her own terms. 

Not his. She had no intention of becoming his bride. Not now, not later, not ever. However, she wasn't going to be a coward and pretend like she wasn't enjoying herself right through this admirable sexual torture. Because she was. September decided she wasn't hiding today.

"And what would that be? What things am I forgetting?"

"That I am a nympho," she immediately replied to him between long intense moaning as the two lightning chains continued sucking on her thick nipples with her mouth. A third lightning chain was newly summoned as soon as the witch mentioned that she was a: 'Nympho'. 

Hearing this, Lord Monsoon had no other choice to summon that third lightning chain (not forgetting to also mention the other four that are holding her arms and legs, as well), and to move it closer to her crotch. A vaginal penetration was incoming. 

"That's right. I do remember that now. But it's easy to forget when you have no partner. Based on what I heard, you never have sex, witch-bitch. How is that possible? That's not the whore I used to know in you. No sexual relief? Ever?" Lord Monsoon questioned her.

"Who said I am never going to have a partner again?" 

"What are you talking about exactly?" Monsoon asked her.

"Pretty sure she's talking about me!" a loud and annoying voice was heard on the other side of the road. Lord Monsoon turned his electric head around. He saw him. He saw the demon knight. Charging at full speed and leaping into the air toward him. Junk was here. He found them in the middle of the road. He went looking for his Witch Queen in the middle of the night. 

He came, charging with his battle ax. 

"He's here, but I still have her," Monsoon mentioned. 

…

"Um. You really think so?" September's voice suddenly heard incredibly far away from him.

She was the real September.

Monsoon never had her and never did anything to her.

What Monsoon had was a fake jack-o-lantern clone of her.

She played him.

September would never have sex with Monsoon. She only and strictly had Junk on her mind. 

This was just a big distraction.