Maximus Blackwood & The Wringer (Patreon)

In a world where magic and desire intertwine, there lived a renowned magician named Maximus Blackwood. With his charismatic presence and spellbinding performances, he captivated audiences night after night. However, Maximus had a new vision for his next illusion, one that required a scintillating assistant who could withstand both the physical and sensual demands of his act.

Word spread like wildfire, and women from all corners of the realm vied for the coveted position. The rumor of the illusion called "The Wringer" piqued their curiosity and ignited their deepest desires. Among the hopefuls, a stunning beauty named Isabella caught Maximus' attention. Her hourglass figure and alluring confidence were impossible to resist.

Isabella stood before Maximus, clad in a form-fitting black dress that hugged her every curve. Her silky chestnut hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that exuded both innocence and sensuality. As she listened to Maximus' proposition, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

With the contract signed, preparations for the illusion began. The centerpiece was an intricate contraption crafted from polished metal, known as "The Wringer." It stood tall and imposing, beckoning with promises of transformation and ecstasy. Maximus instructed Isabella to step into the hopper, feet first, ready to be enveloped by its mesmerizing power.

The magician's hands moved with deliberate precision as he slowly turned the crank, his eyes locked onto Isabella's entrancing form. Inch by inch, the wringer applied pressure, flattening her body against the cold metal surface. As her once three-dimensional figure compressed into a two-dimensional poster, a rush of pleasure coursed through her veins, melding pain and ecstasy into a symphony of sensations.

Once the transformation was complete, Maximus carefully removed the flattened poster of Isabella from the wringer. Her image, now captured in its flattened state, portrayed her sensuous form frozen in time. The magician's gaze darkened with primal desire as he envisioned the unique pleasures this new creation would provide.

In the private confines of his chamber, Maximus indulged in the forbidden desires that surged within him. The flattened poster of Isabella became his personal erotic playground. With every caress, his fingers glided along the curves and contours of her transformed body, igniting a fiery passion that transcended the boundaries of reality.