Chapter 1

Krystal looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and desire as his hands wrapped tightly around her throat. She could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, the thrill of danger mingling with the intoxicating pleasure of surrender. As her vision began to blur, the edges growing darker and more distorted, she could feel her heart racing, pounding against her ribs like a caged animal desperate to escape.

His grip was like steel, unrelenting, his gaze intense and piercing. Krystal’s body began to shudder as she reached the edge of unconsciousness, her lungs burning, her throat straining for even the slightest breath. With each passing second, her body grew weaker, her limbs heavy and unresponsive.

The darkness closed in, creeping along the edges of her vision, slowly consuming everything in its path. Her thoughts were a blur, her mind foggy and hazy, her senses dulled. As the last bit of light faded, she felt her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her body convulsed, legs quivering, as her pussy clenched and released in an overwhelming climax that tore through her with such intensity that it stole the last shred of her consciousness. Her pleasure quickly vanished as she felt herself falling, spiraling down into a vast, unending void. And then, there was nothing but the sweet, blissful release of oblivion.

Krystal slowly regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a dimly lit room. Her vision was hazy, her head still groggy from the intensity of her blackout. As her senses returned, she became fully aware of the sticky fluid covering her entire body. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down to see her naked skin glistening with a thick layer of cum. It was on her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her arms, and even her face. She could taste it on her lips and tongue, salty and sweet, and she knew it must have been all over her pussy, as well as inside it.

She took a deep breath, her lungs burning while they were still recovering after being denied air for so long. She sat up and stretched her arms over her head, then ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back away from her face.

“Well, shit,” she mumbled to herself with a sigh. “I guess I lived.”

Krystal got up from the bed, her legs unsteady beneath her. The pain between her thighs was sharp and throbbing, giving her an idea of how many times she’d been fucked while she was passed out. Swaying a little, she made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She stepped inside, the hot water washing over her body and rinsing the semen and sweat from her skin. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall, letting the water flow down her back and between her legs.

She let out a small moan as the liquid hit her sore pussy, soothing the tender flesh. She reached down and ran her fingers over her clit, the contact sending a shiver through her body. Her eyes opened and her mouth parted in a silent gasp as she rubbed the sensitive nub, the pleasure tingling through her body, reminding her she was still alive.

Krystal frowned and pushed herself off the shower wall, standing directly under the stream of hot water. She shook her head and grabbed the soap, lathering up her hands and running them over her body. She massaged her breasts, kneading them gently, before moving her hands over her flat stomach, and down to her thin thighs and legs. She turned, letting the water wash away the remaining bubbles, and ran her fingers through her hair, washing the strands and rinsing out any remnants of cum.