Chapter 9

Sona almost sobs in relief when she finally finds a bathroom, the female DJ shivering as she whimpers silently. Dinner had come to a close, and there was some more mingling to be done it seemed, so Sona had made her excuses and retreated as swiftly as possible. The way that man had touched her during dinner… the way she'd let him touch her… god it was embarrassing.

Quickly checking to make sure all the other stalls are empty, Sona ultimately takes the one at the end, sits her ass down on the closed toilet seat, and proceeds to get on with finishing what Wai Chin started. Honestly, the way that he'd edged her was a thing of beauty. She'd been so close so damn many times, but he'd never let her slip over into the abyss, never let her reach that peak. In turn, Sona had been unwilling to do so herself there at the dinner table. How could she, when there were so many people around them, both at their table and throughout the room?

Sure, she knew it was that kind of party… but she wasn't supposed to be on the menu, she was supposed to be a guest, one of them. Sona was afraid that if she let herself go, truly go, in front of all of those people, it would signal weakness that would see them falling upon her like a pack of starving wolves. She had no idea that no one was going to take her from Wai Chin… she still didn't fully understand the amount of power he had, be it over her, or over everything else.

Regardless, she certainly understood the amount of skill he had with his fingers. Sona whimpers again, silently of course, as she strives to mimic, to duplicate what he'd been doing. But it's impossible. Even as her own digits dive into her sopping wet pussy, her other hand lifting her dress up to expose herself so that she can masturbate towards climax, Sona knows it's not as good as Wai Chin was.

All the same, she NEEDS to cum. She just has to, lest she's afraid she's going to lose her mind. So, even if it doesn't feel quite as good, even if her nostrils are still full of his scent, the taste of his musk even still on her tongue, Sona works overtime, schlicking her digits in and out of her cunt at a rapid pace as the mute musician endeavors to finally get herself off.

She's getting so close when the door to the bathroom suddenly bangs open. Freezing in her stall for a moment, Sona… can't help herself. She slowly begins moving her fingers in and out of her quim again, never before so thankful to be voiceless, as at least she doesn't have to worry about stifling her moans somehow. Instead, the only noises in the bathroom are her quiet attempts at masturbation, her digits slowly spreading her gushing wet cunt lips wide, and the high heeled shoes of whoever else is in there with her, walking slowly in her direction.

Despite the intrusion, despite slowing down, Sona is actually still on the cusp of cumming… when the door is suddenly kicked open, causing her to let out a silent shriek and nearly jump three feet up in the air as Evelyn grins at her wickedly, hands on her hips as she stares down at her.

"Now, now. Sona… it's one thing if you have to go to the restroom for real… but sneaking off from your assigned duties in order to rub one out? Do you even want me to forgive your debt? Do you even want to be out from under my thumb?"

Sona goes ramrod straight at that, face going white as she rapidly nods her head, trying to hastily pull down her dress, drawing her fingers back from her cunt. Honestly, she's fairly sure she can get the rest of the way there with just the friction of her thighs. So, she'll make it clear that she's sorry and she'll go back to the party and back to Wai Chin's side, and along the way out of the bathroom, she'll probably collapse for a moment. Everyone wins!

Except, that's clearly not what Evelynn intends. As Sona stands up, Evelynn stops her with a hand to her chest that forces the mute DJ to sit back down atop the closed toilet.

"Nah-ah… you've been a baaad girl Sona. You need to be punished."

And then… Evelynn snaps her fingers. Blinking in confusion at that, Sona waits for something else to happen, but all the other woman does is smile mysteriously and finally step back, letting the DJ leave the bathroom stall. Almost immediately, Sona begins to try and rub her thighs together, attempting to create the friction that will finally send her over the edge, even as she slowly begins walking towards the door of the bathroom.

However, while the pleasure is still there, it's obviously muted… and no matter how hard Sona tries, to her horror, she finds she just simply can't cum. She's not sure if having her fingers back in her cunt would make any difference, but she's already given in as it is, so she can't go back to masturbating, no matter how badly she wants to.

However, as Evelynn pulls her out of the bathroom and Sona begins to turn towards the party, where the guests are continuing to mingle, the other woman stops her and grins wickedly.

"Ah-Ah… you don't need to go back to them. It's time for you to begin preparing for your true purpose, my dear. Just remember, you only have to endure until the end of the night, and then you're free to go~"

Sona slowly nods, allowing Evelynn to lead her away from the party to a private room. The mute DJ had sort of known that the night would end with her having to whore herself out… and honestly, at this point, having suffered such awful setbacks on making herself cum, she was almost happy for it as well. As it was though, it quickly becomes apparent why Evelynn reminded her that she's in the homestretch here. Rather than just simply leading Sona to a bedroom and making her service some man, likely Wai Chin, Evelynn leads Sona to a room, strips her naked, and proceeds to put her in bondage.

It must be some seriously high tech stuff, because Sona can't even see what is it that restrains her arms behind her back and spreads her legs nice and wide, bending her at something akin to a forty-five degree angle and forcing her to arch her spine. What she CAN see, or rather, knows exists are the blindfold, nasal plugs, and ear plugs that Evelynn inserts, causing Sona to suffer from total sensory deprivation, beyond of course… touch.

As her sight, hearing, and smell are all taken from her, the sense of touch becomes more heightened… and unbeknownst to Sona, Evelynn has put a spell on her, as well as used magic to bind her in place. Put simply, Sona could not cum of her own accord, but her sensitivity would increase along with her arousal, creating a circular loop of ecstasy and torment as Sona tried desperately to orgasm but completely failed to do so.

Left there in that room, or at least Sona assumes as much because she can't see, hear, or even smell anything anymore, the young woman marinates in the overwhelming pleasure already fucking with her head. The only thing she has left to her is her bracelet, which, actually, given the way her arms are tied behind her back, she CAN use it to 'speak', reaching over to activate it with her other hand.

"H-hello? I-Is anyone there?"

There's no immediate response, not that Sona expected one. She's been left here to suffer and stew, left as a present to whoever Evelynn feels like whoring her out to. Wai Chin… it has to be. Sona can only hope that it is, because truth be told, she developed quite the crush on him during dinner together. He'd been so attentive to her needs… even if he'd never quite gotten her off. But Sona was well aware that was on purpose. He was building up to something, something big… the anticipation of which was killing the mute musician by this point.

He had to fuck her. God she wanted him to fuck her so badly. As time goes on, not that Sona has any true sense of it at this point, the pleasure grows and grows and grows. She's so damn sensitive that even the slightest bit of wind is enough to set her off, leaving her seeing stars every time some air brushes across her naked, trembling flesh. And yet, never once does Sona find her way to an orgasm.

She wants… she wants… she wants…

Sona's mind becomes an endless loop of desire, of need, of WANT… right up until a pair of masculine hands suddenly grasps at her hips. In that moment, the young woman snaps.

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Upon entering the room to find his prey in such a state, Wai Chin can't help but grin wickedly in enjoyment of the view. DJ Sona is all trussed up for him, practically wrapped in a bow and hand-delivered by his succubus pet. Slowly, he circles her, watching her naked body tremble and twitch and squirm. She's so very wet, sopping even, a puddle of her juices on the floor between her spread legs at this point. But it's obvious she can't cum, and not just because Evelynn told him what she did to the poor dear.

Heh… this is going to be fun. Moving behind Sona, Wai Chin loosens his belt and unbuttons and unzips his pants. His cock, still rock hard despite all of the fun he'd been having all night long, comes out, ready and raring for action. Curious to see what sort of reaction it will provoke from her, Wai Chin hums… and then reaches out and grabs hold of Sona by the hips with both hands.

Immediately, the mute musician freezes up… and then her hand flies across her bracelet, and a moment later he's hearing her 'voice', her way of 'speaking', loud and clear.

"P-Please! Oh fuck, please fuck me! I don't care who you are, I don't care who you want! If you make me cum, I'll be yours forever! I need it, god I need to cum! Please, please, pleeeeeease!!!"

Amused, Wai Chin chuckles darkly in response, even though he knows she can't hear him. She can definitely feel him though, as he rubs soothing circles into her feverish flesh, before finally bringing the head of his cock up to her pussy lips. This triggers another outburst from the mute DJ.

"YES! Inside! Stick it inside! I need to cum, I need to! I c-can't cum without your big hard dick! Fuck me, Master! Fuck your horny little slut-slave!"

It's obviously just a bit of a ruse. Oh, Wai Chin is sure Sona means it in the moment but given time and distance from this moment she'll certainly be embarrassed and ashamed of herself… not that Wai Chin intends to give her much of either. The darling, gorgeous DJ is all out of time, as a matter of fact… and the plan they've made to make her permanently his is very much proceeding accordingly.

Thus, with a savage grin on his face, Wai Chin gives Sona what she needs… his big fat cock. He thrusts forward without any further preamble, not needing to say anything since she was currently deafened by the earplugs anyways. He does groan though, and quite loudly at that, greatly enjoying the feel of Sona's slick pussy walls as they immediately tighten up dramatically around his cock.

She cums instantly as he thrusts into her, orgasming explosively and then continuously climaxing as he continues to fuck her. Her fingers continue to dance across her bracelet, but the sounds coming out of the communication device are entirely unintelligible and more akin to wanton moaning and screams of ecstasy then any actual words.

Wai Chin just keeps on fucking her, securing his dominion over this gorgeous young musician, conquering her just as he did the others. DJ Sona is going to be his own personal pet hacker, and while she'll certainly help him finish his conquest of K/DA by giving him access to Kai'Sa, she's going to help with plenty of other things as well, things that her expertise makes her personally suited for.

Growling in enjoyment and satisfaction as the fullness of his plan comes together, Wai Chin doesn't hold back, not even for a moment. He couldn't even if he wanted to, truth be told, having Sona cumming continuously around his cock over and over again like this after edging her for so long… it feels too damn good. It's too damn delicious, too damn tasty. With a triumphant roar, Wai Chin cums inside of the mute DJ, filling her with his spunk… and in response, Sona breaks, her mind temporarily shattering from the pleasure as her entire body seizes up and then spasms through multiple orgasms from the cum load.

With a grin, Wai Chin pulls out of her cunt and gives Sona's gorgeous behind a harsh smack in the process, enjoying the sight of her flesh jiggling and rippling from the strike. Then, he nonchalantly pulls her out of Evelynn's magical bondage, yanking Sona down to her knees and spinning her around. The sensory deprivation equipment stays in place as he shoves his cock into Sona's lewd, open mouth, greatly enjoying the way she immediately gets to work on cleaning him off, slurping and sucking at his length.

All the while, her bracelet fills the chamber with a one word reverent litany.

"Master… Master… Master… Master…"

Right now, there's no doubt in Wai Chin's mind that Sona knows her proper place at his feet. And no doubt in his mind that he'll keep her there as well. After all, the magic that Evelynn put on her… it's still there, and it will remain there, perhaps forever. He's already discussed this with his succubus. Evelynn will be tweaking the spell so that it holds Sona to a sensitivity level that will make it hard for the DJ to function without a daily dose of HIS cock. She'll be able to manage, just barely… but she won't be truly satisfied until she's got his cum in her belly or her womb.

In this way, Wai Chin has effectively already put the collar and leash around Sona's neck. She belongs to him, and she'll continue belonging to him for the foreseeable future. Which means it was finally time to turn his eyes towards the final unsuspecting holdout in K/DA. The only one of the four-member K-Pop Group who didn't yet belong to him.

Kai'Sa's days of freedom were numbered… she just didn't know it yet.