You lose track of time when locked in a windowless room while being screwed almost constantly the whole time. You're bodies other needs- for sleep, food, the bathroom...pretty much caught up to you both sometime after the second or third sex session. Right now all you're aware of while your companion is eating you out is how much your body aches with each movement. Each breath.

Your fingers clench in semi short sweat dampened hair as you feel your companion's tongue push inside of you for like the hundredth time and you can't stop the half gasp/half moan that escapes your throat and some dark part of your mind that you never knew existed wants to tell him, Yeah. Eat that sluts cunt. Make her beg to cum on your cock like the whore she is.

But then you suddenly remember that that 'slut' and supposed 'whore' is you.

And it makes you sob and cry because you are beginning to lose yourself and aren't sure if you could stand to live with what you are slowly but surely becoming.

You tug on you're companion's hair, not hard, but enough to get him to remove his tongue and mouth from your lower body and you imagine that he's looking at you with his tongue still hanging out, a thin string of syliva still connecting you both.

And your mind automatically goes to a weird place where it thinks, if there were camera's in the room recording everything you were both doing, then this would be considered just one of many money shots.

You're companion sits very still, waiting for you to direct him where you want him next but all you wanted to do is roll over and find a comfortable position and close your eyes and go to sleep. After all your exhausted. But lover boy doesn't seem to understand this fact. Or perhaps he simply wasn't tired out yet.

If that was the case then you could be in really big trouble since your body wouldn't be able to withstand much more of lover boy's antics.

You sigh tiredly and close your eyes as you feel a large hand close around you're wrist and another hand comes up to tangle in your (*hair sprayed*) hair mere seconds before a mouth covers yours and like every time before.

He kisses you hungrily, the action tinged with an edge of desperation that you never really noticed before now. Almost as if he were afraid to let go of you or you might disappear as he drags you forward and partially off of the bed so that he can enter you again.

His hands cupping your ass while you grab at his shoulders as he finally does push into you again. You let out a small hiss of discomfort because of how sore you are, and he makes a strange sound in the back of his throat and buries his face against the crook of your throat and lets out a deep shuddering breath. The air leaving his lungs, causing you to shiver in his arms as he begins moving within you.

Setting an agonizingly slow pace.

Ah, so that's how it's to be this time, You think as he takes you slowly. The primal need to breed me like a bitch was apparently slowly leaving his mind. Bout time. I'm sore, hungry, tired and in desperate need of a bathroom's facilities for more than just the use of a shower. Cause there was no damn excuse to make people go in the corner like animals whenever they needed to potty.

Ever.

He finishes inside of me (like every other time since our 'sex-a-thon' had began) and like all the other times, he doesn't pull out of me for what seems like forever, instead he simply drops his head to my shoulder and stays like that for I don't know how long before I slipped into a deep dreamless, exhausted sleep.

(**************)

I don't recall anything after that except waking up in my home late on a Tuesday night, in my normal clothes, my hair and body clean as if they had just been washed of the various fluids and other things that I had thought stained my skin.

I even vaguely recall getting out of bed to look at myself in my dresser mirror and see if my mind was perhaps playing tricks on me. Because even though everything felt so surreal and dream-like, I had this peculiar feeling that something deep down wasn't right.

That the normalcy around me was a lie.

I'd not realize for almost two months just how right I was.