“I need to prepare for what’s next, but I’ll be sure to come back here and there to check up on you and give you ‘company’” Brian tells Emily, but the girl just stares at him blankly, barely registering anything he says, too lost in orgasmic pleasure to focus on anything but cumming.
For the next two hours, Emily is subjected to being forced to cum over and over again from the dildo inside of her. She had lost count of how many times she had been made to cum. She just knew that her body was trembling and weak from cumming so much, and that her pussy was sore and sensitive. Despite that, in those two hours Brian came back three times to replace the dildo with his own cock, fucking her like she was his own personal cock sleeve. The first time he came on her face once more, the second he came all over her breast, and the last time he came inside of her sore, sensitive pussy. Each time he came, he cleaned a little bit of the cum with her cum-drenched panties, only to shove it back into her mouth much to her chagrin.
Brian takes the dildo out of her, giving her a little bit of time to rest. Emily is exhausted, sweating, covered in cum, feeling cum dripping out of her pussy.
‘Aughhh…I can’t take much more of this…I’m exhausted…’ Emily thinks to herself as her head clears. As her head clears, the severity of the situation and all that’s happened begins to sink in.. ‘ohmygawd…I can’t believe he made me say all those things! How humiliating! It was so easy for him! I have to escape!” Emily despairs to herself as she begins to resume struggling in her binds, to no avail.
“Grammmgrprhh!” She groans through her gag in frustration, pulling on the ropes as hard as she can. She only works to exhaust herself even more.
Emily hears footsteps approaching the room, and she stops squirming around as to avoid being punished for trying to escape still. It’s apparent to Brian that she was exerting a lot of energy though as he walks back into the room, finding her covered in sweat. Emily glares at Brian, who just smiles, knowing that her state of ecstasy in pleasure had worn off.
“Geeze. Every time I walk through those doors and see you like this, I can’t help but get a hard on…” Brian comments, running his hands along her inner thigh, across her pussy lips, to her right nipple, giving it a little squeeze, getting a little yelp from Emily. “However, I can’t keep getting distracted by you! I have to move you now…So that you can fully become my little sex-slave…” Brian continues, revealing his plan to the now horrified Emily.
“Grammgprhh!” She protests loudly, praying that someone could hear her, her heart sinking, stomach knots forming, as Brian continues to pet her.
‘Noo! Noooo! Ohmygod! He can’t! Someone help me!” Emily thinks to herself as she resumes struggling hard with all her might. Too distracted and focused on trying to escape, Emily fails to see the rag and bottle in Brian’s hand.
“Enough of that now.” Brian says, taking the chloroformed soaked rag in his right hand and covering Emily’s mouth with it. Her already muffled screams getting even quieter, and quieter.
‘Noooo! T-this c-can’t be happening….’ Emily thinks to herself as she feels her consciousness begin to slip away, her struggling weakening by the second, eventually the world around her going black..
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