The door behind her clanks shut, as a slightly winded Ashlie steps into the room. Long, deep red tresses fall down to about mid-back, dangling over either side of the white tank top adorned on her upper half - the flimsy thing showing off the outer edges of her globes, as well as an inch or two of creamy-white cleavage temptingly--obvious that there wasn't any undergarments barring the flesh underneath. One hand flicks behind her hips to trace a delicate finger to the room lock, and flicks it shut..sapphire blue eyes darting over the room and tracing it for sounds..until her form-fitting jean clad legs pace over to the chair in front of her computer, bare feet pattering against the carpeted floor.

From the looks of it, she'd just gotten out of the shower - her red hair was pressed to her skin on either edge of her neck, and her skin was slightly glossy - probably from the steam. It's why undergarments didn't matter Htoo much - her room was a hop and a skip away from the pools. Slowly, her hips come to settle down in a red-padded office chair in front of her computer desk, and she flips open her laptop..scooting forward a bit so that her jeans fall low on her backside, showing the outer Y-shaped fabric folds cluting the edges of her hourglass waist.

Finally some alone time..man, i'm so tense..nngh..I always feel so...drained after practice.. she muses to herself, neatly-clipped fingernails expertly clacking on the keys. First, moving to check her e-mail..then..shifting to searching for links to download a few techno albums she'd been dying to get at...and then, the distraction comes.

An anonymous e-mail pops up , and she shifts one slender leg atop the other, adjusting a fallen strap on her low-rise tank top. Following the link, it..was to several full-blown out sexfights. Hundreds of movies. A lecherous grin comes to her eyes as super-speedy mouse clicks echo..

File -> Save As...
File-> Save As...
File-> Save As...

And after she's snagged almost every little link off of the webpage, she slumps into the chair a bit...and starts watching. A few of them weren't really wrestling-related, but pretty hot, nonetheless...at least they weren't horribly faked, like most videos. Watching tongues crawl along sensitive spots...bodies grind against each others..vibrators touch lower lips, and wander, Ashlie starts to be consumed by her own ideals..

Looking around with a tint of guilt..her thumbs lace under the edges of fabric at her hourglass waist..and slowly peels them down the front of her hips..baring the entirety of her undergarments - a simple, white thong, a bit broad around the crotch area, and a cute little lavender ribbon adorned on the front.

The garments slide further, and further, falling off the curves of her shapely legs until she kicks them to the side with a flick of her feet..and during a particularily intense oral scene, she seems to be..carried away with abandon. One toned leg slips over the edge arm of her chair, tightening her thong against her naughty bits - a tiny, discolored spot in the front of her undergarments, most likely due to perversion. And without further ado, the silhouette of a hand is underneath her undergarments..and fingers are lightly petting her labia at first..but soon run up to the edge of her pearl..flicking against that spot in a circular motion as her lips tense, letting out a hot puf of air, accompanied by a whimper...her chest arching out to push her full breasts out enticingly..nipples poking against the front of the fabric of her tank-top.

Maaaan...that looks so *hot*....If only things like this existed ..., I wouldn't be good anyway, I think, haha..i'd get off too---

Her thoughts trail off...and Ashlie's glossy pink lips curl into another groan as her head slips back against the chair at the moment......not even staring directly at the screen any more..the silhouette of her hand seen expertly working at her body underneath her undergarments...
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Why is it that most of the girls that had potent mana wells are also ones with the weird quirks.

Mage had trailed this one for most of the day, she was the best prospect she had and she didn't want to lose sight of her. The sorceress floated in mid-air a few inches behind the girl as she work the technological gadgetry she had before her. It was a good thing technomancy was included in her array of magical skills, and she figured now would be a good time to practice it. Her unseen fingers wiggled about and started to weave the ambient energies, focusing on the 'computer' as the mortals call it, altering the flow of electricity inside to her whim.

While the girl was in the middle of pleasuring herself, Her laptop dings as another anonymous Email springs into her inbox, and so that the girl wouldn't simply shrug it off, it continues to ding, even if it wasn't supposed to.

Ashlie's hand continues crawling over the front of her pearl ..her toes curling inward to grasp the wooden edges of the chair on the leg perched up on the side..her thigh flexing against the oak as her head arches back..her eyes fixating to the monitor again..as a few little lewd wet echoes resound from between her legs..ringing in the silence of the room. At this point, her cheeks were flushed through with pink, her fingers working their magic towards a quickie..until..

*ding*

Ashlie nearly pops out of her her chair at the sound at first..eyes coming to squint at her laptop threateningly for interrupting her self-love time, and quickly uses the hand with unsticky fingers to click back in the window of her video. However, the more she tries to re-maximize her video, the more it shifts to her inbox.

Frustrated, she takes the hand out of the cleft of her legs..wiping the edge of her fingers off on the side of her thigh, leaving a little trail of sticky..and opens up her e-mail.

I swear, if this is more of those "enlarge your penis" e-mails, i'm going to grab the vibrator in my drawer and going to knock myself out.., and throw this laptop in a corner..

..Her eyes focus, and she slowly clicks the e-mail open..

Mage laughed inside her bubble of silence, interrupting a girl before she came to release was one of those things that entertained her the most, aside from seeing them squeal or embarrass themselves. Now the frustrated girl makes for her laptop once more, intent on clearing this matter so she could get back to business as she clicks the email notification.

and so the magic begins.

As bits and bytes travel and mingle with magic and mana, the spell takes it due course, and the email that opens up leads to a message, one that was sure to pique the girls curiosity.

HOTTEST CHICKFIGHTING!!
SEXY GIRLS TRYING TO MAKE EACH OTHER CUM!!

Previews available

Underneath is a link, which leads to more links, each link is a video of Mages concoction, an illusion for the girl to see, one that will surely excite and surprise her.

Being computer savvy, Ashlie was more than nervous clicking on such a link, especially one that appeared so suddenly and forcefully.

It's almost like this thing wanted to show me videos of myself the way this e-mail pressed on me..geez..

Ashlie gingerly clicks each video..sorting through teh files and saving them in turn.

Her dampened panties press forward against the padded chair underneath of her as she shifts..leaving a little damp spot showing in the front of the padding as her hips flatten against it..leg shifting from her perch and coming to dangle off the edge, normally. Pressing a pair of small earbuds to her ears to turn the volume up..she leans back again..sinking into the chair as she clicks open another video..hand wandering down her toned tummy to slip under her undergarments once more...immediately finding their way back to that little pearl to start warming up her body in anticipation..both nipples drawn tight against the front of her tank top..

Sometimes..I wish I weren't single..it's always so hard to masturbate while clicking through porn...

(sometimes I wonder why im so predictable =D )

The gray pixelized hourglass turned and turned as the video player started to load one of the saved videos. The normal credits ensue, video made by Mage productions, the standard legal banter 'you must be 18 and up to view' and a slight introduction "Samurai Schoolgirl Versus Witch Bitch". The pseudonyms were so cheesy you could taste it, but Mage wasnt really about to spend much effort thinking of them.

The 'Samurai schoolgirl' wore a mask remniscent of the masks worn by luchadors of mexico, except it covered only the top half of her head, allowing the red locks of her hair to flow freely behind a blue and white japanese school uniform, underneath of which she wore a red leotard. Her opponent bore no mask, and was wearing a black and purple tube dress with matching gloves and boots, and her purple hair was ridiculously long and braided, one would think it a disadvantage in such a sport.

And without further delay, the match begins, and it wasnt long before the lewd part of the fight showed itself, the black clad fighter overpowering the school girl and managing to tear a hole in the crotch of her leotard, where fingers started to dance in the masked girls already slick cunt. Somewhere along the fight, the purple-haired warrior manages to slap manacles onto her opponent, binding her arms behind her before she manages to get the schoolgirl in a leg lock, where the witch continues to stimulate the other who writhes helplessly on the floor.

The school girl squeals and struggles, quite violently, causing her mask to fall off, revealing her to be none other than the student who was intently watching the match while playing with herself.

Ashlie shrugs off the warning. She'd been shrugging it off for the past couple years even BEFORE she was 18..

After claiming her videos, she starts one up...watching intensely, a few tufts of her own hair bouncing in her shoulders as she settles in the chair again, her left leg slowly rising up over the edge of the chair again as fingertips run her navel and become nothing more than a bulge in her panties again as they fondle herself..two fingers drooping to either side of her clit and beginning to rotate against her velvety lips with abandon...another acute moan ebbing from her glossy pink lips as she can feel her body starting to tingle. Seems the leg over the chair arm was a reflexive masturbatory habit..?

After all, it wasn't the first time she'd done this, and it certainly wouldn't be the last..

As the girl in black pins the smaller girl, Ashlie naturally..associates with that girl, regardless..her imagination running wild as her fingertips dance against her lower lips and clit..slowly slipping a middle finger inside if her and letting out a hot gasp..a little lewd wet echo resounding from between her legs as her back curls..letting it just..melt inside of her for a couple seconds. From all of her shifting, her breasts were pressed against the armpit hole on her right side, where they'd threaten to slip through if it weren't for their size.

..Time passes, and she draws...closer, and closer to her peak..her cheeks flushing, and her thighs starting to tense..a light creak of the chair sounding as her back starts to crescent outward....

..Until she's unmasked.

Ashlie stares at the computer screen, fingers *immediately* stopping as she leans forward, pressing her eyes to the screen...unbelieving of what she's seeing...and actually speaking, in a low, honey-tinged voice..

"N...no WAY.. ..It....who did this..? This has to be some sort of fancy editing or something..! I..is this all over the internet..! Oh no...!.."

Ashlie stares helplessly at the computer screen. It reacted just like her, it squirmed just like her..it was on the floor writhing, just like she'd be. One hand reaches up to tap her monitor, wondering if she was just horny enough she was hallucinating.

U..unreal..Was..was I ever..drugged? ..I have to deal with this being on the internet as humiliation for the rest of my life, and I didn't even get to experience it..? ..Man, what a rip off..just my luck...It has to be..edited, or something..! Maybe they don't use real models for these and just..generate them with computers..? ....uuuugh..!

Whether or not she thought it was fake, the show continued, and the schoolgirl squealed like a stuck pig, moaning and writhing under the witch bitch's attack, unable to do anything as she vainly tries to pull herself free from the manacles. But what seemed fake though was her struggling, it was more a half-hearted attempt at escape, it seemed she liked being violated better, and soon, she stops altogether, the pleasure apparent on her face as her opponent shoves a pair of fingers in and out of her slit.

Another pair of irons, longer than the first and with wider cuffs, fly through the air towards them, caught by the dominating wrestler before she shifts the position of the losing party, turning her onto her stomach before locking an ankle onto one end of the irons, bending her knees back so she can thread the other end between the schoolgirls bound wrists, after which she bends the other leg back and locks the ankle onto the other end, effectively putting the schoolgirl in a hogtie.

It was no more a wrestling match, as it was now more like a BDSM show, with the black clad wrestler going back to fingering the now immobilized loser of the match, getting her fingers nice and wet before running a pair of it across the girls cheeks, leaving a trail of honey on her face.

Mage does the same to the girl in her room, running the same pair of fingers down the same cheek in the same direction while staying invisible, pulling away before the girl can touch her.

Ashlie's eyes were glued to the screen through every moment. There was no way she could look away..

The sight did its task in drawing a deep pink tint from her cheeks..and she was..getting a bit hot..watching it, even if it was HER. It was a little bit awkward to masturbate to yourself though, no matter how much the situation made her thoughts drift.

No way....it's reacting just like me..?.....

Listening to the image of her moan, she herself, fakes a moan to try and match the voices up..but stops halfway through it.

They. Sounded....frighteningly the. Same. And although she was masturbating, her thoughts desperately try to remember the sensations.. One part of her wanted to continue touching herself in all her fury, but another part of her..was quite obviously reluctant. Ashlie couldn't stop staring..she was staring harder than she'd ever stared at her life. However..as she watches the girl smear her own juices on her cheek..she's quickly greeted with the same sensation., and her eyes bolt open, face turning a bit pale as she moves one hand to the soft flesh of her cheek. She wasn't masturbating THAT hard..

Her eyes shift from left to right as she spins in her office chair, leg shifting..pulling the hand away from her cheek and spreading her fingers...watching the globs between her fingers stick together in a line, and slowly break as her fingers spread out..

No WAY..it's..just like..my..no, no, I wasn't masturbating with that hand...!.

..Ashlie immediately spins in her chair..eyes drifting from the screen to the expanse of her dorm room as she stands up....pressing the thong against her hips, where it no doubt darkens a few shades in the front from moisture..

I'm going crazy..! Do..I really want to be a part of something like that THAT badly....that i'm hallucinating..?..To do a reality check, Ashlie picks up a tennis ball, and chucks it into a pile of stuffed animals in the corner..if *those* things start talking to her, then she'll know she's lost it...

Mage was in giggle fits as she saw the girl grow paranoid, staying unheard by magical means, If it she didnt need her mana, she would do this all night and drive the girl stir crazy by the break of dawn. Sadly though, she was marked to be drained, but the sorceress gauged that she could spend a little more energy on this and still have a surplus.

"What are you looking there for? the shows over here..." came the voice from the laptop's small speakers. The monitor displays the purple haired wrestler looking directly at the girl, diamond eyes staring at her as she stood there. "Whats the matter? no longer interesting for you? maybe I could spice it up a bit....". A vibrator flies from off screen and is caught by her, kneeling down near the hogtied girl and pressing the toy down on her juicy slit, a fresh barrage of moans coming from the bound wrestler. "Tell me little girl, what is it you want?" she asks, to which her victim responds "Ahhnn... I... I want you to fuck me!! I want that vibe in my pussy!! please!!".

Mage in the meantime enchants the chair she was sitting on, a sleeper spell that will activate on her command, ready to spring into life at her whim, and soon the real show will begin.

Sapphire blue eyes linger on each portion of the room for a moment. Every single logical deduction runs through her head, but nothing can explain it...how she'd just received a damp spot on her cheek, in the exact same spot as her .."copy"..

...And then her laptop talked to her.

Ashlie's eyes slowly run back to peer at her screen....her visage seeming to twitch.

..I..i'm never masturbating again when i'm this tired..Never ever ever..

..But then, Ashlie takes an alarmed step back as the monitor stares at her. It had to be..acting, yes. A publicity stunt. It was pre-recorded, therefore, it obviously just happened at at ironically, the perfect time. And all Ashlie can do is stare at the monitor..pacing back to her chair and plopping down. Even if she'd been spooked out of masturbating, she was still..pretty aroused. Couldn't just..turn things off completely.

Settling back against her cushy chair, her hands move to either arm, as she stares at the monitor suspiciously. At this point, it's pretty clear that she's about as embarassed as the girl on screen..merely..watching the ongings.

No way..would I get like that if I was..in that situation..? Really..?

Staring with disbelief....she presses one finger to the edge of her hair..and begins swirling a few locks around one fingertip..pressing her heat down firmly against the chair. Just to ensure she wasn't..completely crazy, she stares towards the machine.

"..Laptops don't talk! At least you better not. I have too much porn on you, you keep your damned mouth shut! I swear if you tell anyone....!"

Ashlie's sentence trails off, her eyes squinting as her head slowly shifts back, eyes uneasily darting from left to right slowly..

I'm threatening my laptop....*Wait*, what else is new? No, no..i'm ACTUALLY talking to it...I'm losing my mind...I..I knew i'd been studying hard, but..but..I'm calling into the attendance office sick tomorrow. I know i'm perverted, and i'm seeing things that I want to experience..but next thing I know i'll be in magical lesboland. Get a grip o' yourself, Ash..!

..Reaching up, she quickly grabs the top of her tank top, fanning it against her breasts, which in turn, drifts it up a few more inches up her creamy-white abdomen...

Letting out..a strangely acute giggle...she presses a hand to her forehead.

"Well , Laptop. It's been nice talking to you, but i'd prefer if you keep quiet from now on, i'll get you some new parts, I promise. Just, shh..I'm gonna get off once, and then go to bed. Just once. Not any more while i'm like this, it's not healthy, you know?" she finishes, another acute giggle running from her carnation-pink lips..

..and without further ado, a hand snakes down underneath her thong again...massaging her clitoris quickly between two extended fingers. It started slow for a couple seconds, and then starts picking up speed pretty quickly..

Seems she wanted to "finish herself off" quickly..

Yep, the girl has truly lost it, but that was partly the intention anyway.

Mage decides that the time was ripe for her to reveal herself, she wouldnt want to waste a perfectly good orgasm without being able to drain her. The chair stirs, thins threads of material made its way around her wrists, floating just above her skin just enough for it to be unfelt, a few snaking under her tank top, doing the same as the loop around those large breasts, and a few more float and coil around her waist. Mage gingerly drifts to the ground behind the girl, and as soon as she touches down, the event that would signal her arrival would kick off. Five feet, four feet, three feet, two, one....

Show time.

The laptop turns off, and a few moments later, the cords tighten all around her body, pulling her wrists up to the armrest and lashing her torso to the backrest, and by consequence, the loops around her melons tighten, squeezing them taut as the chair takes her captive.

"And who says your going to get off just once..." she announces before spinning the chair, making the girl face her while the lights of the room come alive, letting the girl see that the black clad wrestler was no mere image on the screen. "Well hello.... fancy meeting you here..."

Naturally, the half-enamored, half-paranoid girl isn't suspecting the shifting of her chair, nor is she suspecting enough to notice. And even if she'd saw it? She'd probably believe it at this point.

And as the laptop suddenly flashes off, Ashlie's spooked to the point she actually lets out a high-pitched yelp, nearly jumping out of her chair..

Were it not for the cords that suddenly latch around either arm, pinning it even to the arms of her chair, and another fabric around her waist..plastering her heart-shaped little bottom against the inner curve of the chair.

This was about the third time Ashlie'd gotten close to getting off and stopped. No doubt at this point if she were to peel off her undergarments any time in the next couple minutes - she'd be able to see her clitty, fairly swollen, and maybe a shade of purple. She'd be getting off *hard*, the next time at this rate..

Her eyes shift down embarrassedly as each globe is pushed forward humiliatingly between the grasps of the fabric, rounding each orb in turn..

..And then, Ashlie 's eyes look up from between red locks as she realizes exactly what was going on....but sure that she'd still lost her mind, she giggles again...looking up to the girl in front of her..

The first comment takes her aback, but naturally, being a part of the "spider's web" , she had no response.

..Now my fantasies are coming to life...D..damn already...this isn't fair! Why do I have to go crazy now..I want to cum, damnit..!

..Remarking up to the purple-haired wrestler with a terse, shaky voice, she manages another laugh..

"Hello. How are you? Could you get back in the computer, please? You see. I'm kind of horny and.."

Her visitor could clearly tell with the lapse and blank stare in her eyes that Ashlie's sanity level was a tinge low. She was speaking naturally. Like she expected the person who had popped out of her computer, to her belief, to hop right back in.

Ashlie stops mid sentence, staring. If this really was true..well, even if it was a hallucination, a visualization of her fantasies was standing right in front of her. With that thought, she falls silent again...only staring up in wonder towards the purple-haired figure.

Oh how cute. The girls thinks that the person before her is still the one generated by the computer. The thought made the sorceress smile, before she drew her hand across her chest, and landing a rather hard backhanded slap to the girls face, a 'bitchslap' as the mortals call it.

"Still think this is a hallucination? 'THIS', my dear, is reality at its worst...".

Without even waiting for her response, Mage steps away, landing her plump booty on the edge of the girls bed before crossing her legs and laying her hands to either side. "So, little one, do I have your attention now?"

She lifts a hand a wiggles her fingers at the girl, and no sooner had she done that did the front the students panties start to move, thrumming at a low enough intensity to stimulate, but not hard enough to grant release.

Ashlie's blank stares are soon met with the hard edge of a hand slamming into the back of her face..cheek curling inwards momentarily from the force, and her head shifting to the side as deep red locks dance over her eyes and lips. The hard hit seemed to knock a bit of reality into her - as illusions didn't tend to be so painful.

Ashlie looks over to Mage as she settles nonchalantly on her bed. This was...real. She wasn't going crazy.

And with that thought, her lips slowly purse.."Who..are..you..?"..three words leave before they slip shut, each one more uneasy than the last for the bound lass.

The hand gesture brings her eyes into focus on Mage's fingers questioningly as they move - but no sooner had the thought popped into her head than it was answered. Her eyes immediately dart down and lock on her panties. Normally, she'd bee too embarrassed to let out a whimper -- but a full-blown lewd moan exits her lips..her clitoris still swollen, so the vibrations of her panties are intense. This also seems to bring her arousal to life again - her nipples threatening to cut through the front of the white cotton tank top resting on her upper half..either thigh squirming the few inches they're allowed, spreading her toned legs wider.

At this point, the girl's lips dangle open, her breath uneven, as her body lets out uncontrolled little shivers. In just a few moments of vibration..the front of her white side-tie panties were wet through, and the detail of her netherlips were visible through the front of the wet undergarments. Ashlie again tries to talk, reinforcing her question as her thighs spread further - only dragging the vibrating undergarments against her flesh, which naturally causes a mental dillema. Shift her thighs further and seek release with embarrassment to follow..? "Who..are...you..? W..what are you....? Hnn.."....