Infected by the Pleasure
The first sign that Nora's romantic evening wasn't going to go as planned was when her boyfriend walked into the bedroom, his eyes rolled so far back in his head that only the whites were showing but somehow still able to navigate his surroundings with a sinister, infallible grace, and fixed her with his sightless stare. Unfortunately for Nora, that left her with approximately 0.73 seconds before he let out a low, guttural moan that seemed to harmonize with itself in an entirely unnatural manner, and she felt her brain bombarded with a whole series of emotional impressions that hit her on a level deeper than words could possibly reach.
That wasn't to say she didn't put words to them--they flashed through her brain in a whole series of mental images as her brain desperately tried to vocabularize concepts that came straight up from her limbic system to wrap themselves around her instantly helpless frontal lobe. 'WEAK', she found herself thinking, followed by 'INFECTED', followed by 'OVERWHELMED' and 'PLEASURE' in rapid succession, and Nora didn't even have a chance to catch up to the stream of ideas colonizing her head before her hands jammed themselves down the front of her leggings and began to furiously rub her slick pussy. She hadn't exactly dressed up for their encounter, knowing that her boyfriend was going to take her clothes off pretty early on, but even the bare level of coordination required to pull her pants down was out of reach now and she simply fell forward onto the mattress.
The words continued behind her eyes, each one accompanied by a surge of ecstasy so intense that it practically shattered her feeble mind. She was 'CORRUPTED', then 'INFECTED' again, then 'POWERLESS', then 'OVERWHELMED', and all of them felt like such fucking wonderful things to be that she didn't even have a chance to conceive of what resistance would look like for her before that resistance was utterly destroyed. Nora lay there, staring at her boyfriend's twitching cock, listening to that unnatural growling moan and not even fantasizing about sex with him because this felt better than sex and made her into a braying slut so much faster. The words cycled through her head, returning again to 'CORRUPTED' and 'PLEASURE', and although 'MELT' and 'LEAK' soon made their way into the endless rotation she was almost past the point of understanding by then.
She grunted and moaned, humping her own rubbing fingers as climax after climax accompanied 'BLANK' and 'INFECTED', and if she'd understood what she was succumbing to or how completely she was succumbing to it then Nora would have been utterly terrified. But as it was she went dumb and empty too fast for fear to affect her, and soon her grunts and moans began to synchronize with the endless drone coming from her boyfriend's lips. The orgasms smoothed out into a single continuous pulse of pleasure, fucking her brain into total submission that never ceased, and the final sign of her changed priorities came when her face went from contorting in ecstasy to slackening into expressionless vacancy. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and Nora simply disappeared from her own mind. And like her boyfriend, she stripped naked and went to look for fresh victims to infect and enslave.
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