In her most depraved fantasy yet, Maxine found herself transformed into Bell's personal sex slave, bound tightly and exposed for him to use however he pleased. He took advantage of her situation mercilessly, ravaging her body until she thought she would break apart from pure ecstasy. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, leaving her begging for more. And somehow, somehow, amidst all the filth and debauchery, a tiny voice inside her heart whispered that maybe… just maybe… she actually liked it.

When finally, mercifully, the torrid dream subsided, Maxine awakes with a gasp, sweaty and disoriented. Her sensitive nipples are hardened by the contact they felt during their erotic adventures, and much to her embarrassment, she realizes that her lower regions are also quite moist. Shaking her head furiously, she tries to banish the images of her and Bell together from her mind, reminding herself sternly that it was just a stupid dream. But try as she may, the scent of musky masculinity lingers stubbornly around her, taunting her weakening resolve.

Determined not to let these thoughts consume her, Maxine decides to focus on what she does best - trolling others to forget about herself. Logging onto one of her preferred message boards, she begins her usual routine of provoking arguments and stirring drama wherever possible. However, no matter how many flames she ignites or heads she crushes, nothing seems able to dispel the image of her and Bell locked in their twisted passionate embrace. Frustration mounts within her, threatening to explode at any moment.

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