2...L... And her eyes fluttered back open, her mind mostly coming back from spontaneous trance. Sidney was glad nobody else was on the elevator. That was so cool. And hot. And...could she do it again later? Either way, Sid took herself to class, making a mental note to tell Barry about this...

The numbers started counting down 6...5... Sidney saw the numbers move and felt her brain respond. She easily fell into a trance, standing upright and sturdy from practice. She felt her eyes flutter and her body slacken as she saw the numbers continue 4...3... She was deep in trance by now.

So they cuddled and debriefed the scene. They discussed the early yellow from Gale when they had pulled back out to double check some safety concerns and how well they went right back into it. They reassured one another how much they loved one another and this was just play. Trust and play.

"You back yet, Babe?" Dave asked
"Yeah," Gale replied "You cumming in me woke me right up. That was so fucking hot. I mean...terrifying but I'm so wet I don't think I'll ever recover."
"I know what you mean, Babe. I do. I don't know why it was but it was... Aftercare time, now."

Dave, their significant other, that's who had just finished all over them. Gale remembered it all now. The idea of a rape scene, how nervous they had been bringing it up, how Dave had been, how it took months of planning to make sure it would be safe and to work on hypnotic amnesia to forget him...

Before they can react, he is cumming inside them, filling them up, pulling himself out to finish on their front, their flesh hot and reddened from the friction. And they cum. They cum from the feeling, from the wanting, and from the memories returning.
Ohhhhh, fuck. It's Dave. Gale remembered now.

He doesn't wait, doesn't let them adjust. He just fucks them for all they're worth. He doesn't take the time to do anything for their pleasure, only his own. And that's ...hot? Somehow.
"You're being such a good fleshlight for me. Such a good hole for me to fuck. I'm not gonna last long, slut"

Why!? This man is raping them and they've never been this turned on in their life. What does this mean about them?
But it's too late to worry now as his cock is suddenly pushed forward into their hole and they can't think, can't breathe, can't move as they cum harder than they ever have before.

And he bites them on the neck hard. Definitely marking them. They scream and beg him to stop but he's gripped their shirt and is starting to tear it from their body. He is mauling their tits, rubbing his hard cock against their clit and generally making them so fucking hot they can't understand.

A baritone voice, smooth like honey, slowly and deliberately states "I'm going to use you and pleasure myself. I'm going to take your slutty body and use it as a cocksleeve." He's rubbing their nipples now. Making them moan and twitch even though they don't want to "I'm going to make you MINE"

They were...wet? Why were they wet? And so fucking horny. What the fuck? They were trapped by some random hot guy who was probably about to rape them and they were turned on? That's fucked up. Or is it? They were unsure but there were suddenly rough hands cupping their breasts, sliding over fabric.

And then they were being grabbed. Hair pulled sharply back bringing the ceiling into sharper focus.
Wait, ceiling? But weren't they just running?
Before they could finish that thought, they were once again falling into darkness...
They were in a bed. A big one. And they couldn't move for some reason

They had this strong feeling of fear, was he catching up to them? What did he want from them? Why not just buy them an iced coffee or a book or something and start talking? Why did they need to run?

They felt like running was getting harder. Like...they didn't fully want to escape which is odd...

.....writing this legit gave me such strong gender feels. Fuuuck...

You tell me how hard my cock is, how I long to fuck you, you describe what it will feel like to cover you in cum...
And I AM cumming. Cumming hard, imagining thick ropes of cum coating your soft skin...
Only, there isn't a refractory period with these parts so I cum again and again...

It's just a packer. It isn't even a strap on. Yet you've connected it to my brain and I'm moaning as you stroke me again and again.
I'm panting, it's like my clit extends outwards and I can't concentrate on anything but your hand on the nonbio cock attached to me. You tell me I'm a good pet.

If you find someone, lemme know, I have rope and nobody to use it on me...