I cannot put a strong enough trigger warning on this piece. I have never written a story so dark before, I think I shocked even myself with how it developed in my mind after seeing this movie (many years late, I know). If you will be severely distressed reading about sexual violence please stop reading here. It is not my intent to trigger anyone, but once the plot developed in my head I couldn't keep myself from writing it.

Rain drizzled down the windows of the restaurant Ava sat in, watching droplets trail down the glass from her side of the booth. Across from her was Eli Mills, her date. They had been working together at BioTech Labs for several months now, and she had finally acquiesced to his overtures for dinner and drinks at a place of her choosing. Compared to most of the other scientists at her work, he was charming and sociable. He had a kind face, close-cropped light brown hair, and glasses that served to set off the whole look of 'scientist' when he wore his lab coat at work.

She was the latest HR hire, having been recruited from her former company in Boston. This was her first time working for a lab company, all her positions before now had been in computer tech corporations.

"How's the chicken parm?" Eli asked, his warm eyes searching hers.

Ava looked down at her half-touched plate, "Really good," she assured him, "I just don't have a huge appetite on the days I've been to the gym in the morning."

He looked her up and down. She was trim and fit, almost 26, with long chestnut hair she usually wore down, and bright green eyes that made people drawn to her whether she meant them to or not.

Eli smiled. "Another cosmo?" he offered, and she shook her head to decline.

"I should probably quit while I'm ahead," she joked, "I don't want to be hungover at work tomorrow."

He gave a grim nod that made her pause, like he was thinking something he wasn't willing to say, but she shrugged it off and looked out the window again, watching the dark clouds creep across the skyline. "This was really nice, thank you for inviting me."

Eli brightened, "You mean it? That is, I wasn't sure if you were just being polite, or…"

She gave a soft laugh, "No, I mean it. I'm glad you wore me down."

"Does that mean I might get a second date after this?"

Ava laughed again, "The odds of that are high," she assured him.

He looked at her almost in awe, and she couldn't help but grin in response. He really was charming, in a nerdy, IQ-too-high-for-his-looks kind of way. The drinks from earlier were still making her feel tingly and she shuddered at the sudden thought of him back at her place wearing nothing but his lab coat and glasses, pressing her against the counter as she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.

"Cold?" he asked, an almost knowing look on his face, as though her lewd fantasy of him had been broadcast for everyone to see.

She flushed, "A little," she reached for her coat and slid her arms into the sleeves, "I'll be fine."

Eli paused for a moment, "I better get you home soon then." His eyes searched for their waiter and waved him down to get the check, "How far are you from here?"

Ava blinked. She knew him well enough as a work colleague, but she thought it was probably too early to be giving him her address. "Not far, about a 20-minute walk."

"In this weather?" he gestured outside, "I can drive you. My place is only 5 minutes away. My car is parked on the street. It's no problem."

Ava hesitated to answer. Taking him to her place felt premature, but going to his place and letting him drive her in his car didn't feel much better.

"I'll be alright," she reiterated with a smile, that warm feeling from before beginning to spread more.

"Okay," he smiled just as the waiter handed him back his card and he scribbled in the tip amount and signed his name.

With that he stood and waited for Ava to slide out from the booth before he helped her with her coat, leaving her hands to fasten the buttons even as he watched her fingers with pressed lips. Ava felt a jolt in her stomach at seeing him stare at her so intently. A large part of her wanted to give in to the urge to sleep with him on the first date, even as her rational side screamed not to. She wasn't a one-night stand girl, she prided herself on that, but Eli's teasing smiles and the 3 drinks she'd had were practically begging her to make an exception.

On their way out the door, Eli slid his arm around her waist and she let him, leaning into his side and slipping her arm around him too. They waited for the elevator to take them down and she chanced a look at him, already staring down at her as if in wonder. She giggled like a schoolgirl and looked away, but he kept his gaze fastened onto her until the doors chimed and opened to admit them.

Down on the street, the rain was slowing down. Eli's hand gripped her waist gently as he steered her in the direction of his place. The neighborhood they were dining in was posh, surrounded by brownstones and other sturdy buildings erected over 100 years ago. It was an area that reeked of affluence and she felt her neck redden at the closeness she felt to Eli when he held her tightly against him, the hot feeling inside her only growing as they crept closer to his car.

True to his word, after only about 5 minutes of walking they stopped in front of a stately brownstone, at least 3 stories tall, with a set of steps down into the 4th level of the basement. Most of the windows were dark, save for the few on the first floor. "This is it," he said, looking down at her for approval.

In awe, Ava looked from the house to him, then back to the house. "Amazing," she breathed, and his hold around her waist tightened. She almost forgot that they were supposed to be heading toward his car.

"Would you like to come in and see the place?" he asked, voice carefully controlled to avoid sounding desperate.

Ava bit her lip as she thought about it, "I better not. I have an early meeting with some new hires tomorrow. It wouldn't look good if I was nodding off in the middle of it."

He nodded, looking disappointed, but then gestured across the street to a BMW parked between 2 trees, "That's just my car over there. We could pop in for just a few minutes, then be right back out here and I'll take you home."

His eyes looked so earnest and Ava's body was begging her to accept. She knew was going inside would mean, that the temptation to sleep with him would be too much once they were alone in close quarters. She squeezed her legs together and slipped her arm from around him, "I'm not… I don't… I'm not really the type to hook up on the first date," she stated lamely.

Recognition dawned on his face, replaced quickly by something else, but then he smiled, "I totally understand that. I'm not either, truth be told. So no pressure, either way, you just looked like you really wanted to see inside."

The burning between her legs was becoming agonizing. "I-I do," she stammered, knowing that if he did try something her will to refuse was crumbling with every second. Even if they made it to his car she worried she might jump on his lap and ride him to completion in minutes.

His arm wound around her shoulders and she found herself following him up the steps, right as the rain began to pick up again, going from a steady drizzle to a heavy pour just as they stepped into the dry safety of his doorway.

"Perfect timing," he observed, fumbling in his coat pocket for his keys. Ava felt her body leaning towards him almost instinctually. She tried to pull back but the throbbing between her legs was almost painful now. As soon as the lock clicked and he turned the knob to push it open she stepped inside, heart racing with the need for relief from this unrelenting arousal coursing through her.

She stood in the foyer, legs shaking as he shut the door and she heard the clicks of several locks being done.

"Not too long," she reminded him as his hands rested on her shoulders, attempting to slide her coat off but being prevented by the buttons she had yet to undo.

"Of course," he replied, divesting himself of his own coat to hang it on a rack next to the door. "Can I make you a drink?"

She walked through the foyer into the large open living room area, trying to distract herself with the opulence of her surroundings to keep her treacherous body from begging him to fuck her against every available surface in here.

To the right was the living area, and to the left was an enormous library like something out of a movie. Built-in shelves stacked to the ceiling with leather-bound books. Ladders attached to the shelving for ease of access, a desk, and multiple easy chairs arranged around a gas fireplace.

"Wow," she mumbled, her fingers undoing the buttons of her coat without any additional coaxing, "This place is amazing."

Eli was right behind her, slipping the coat from her shoulders, his face dangerously close to her neck, enough that she could feel the heat of his breath beneath her ear and she almost doubled over at the sensation. Oh, she was in trouble now.

She turned to see him hanging her coat next to his, almost ready to strip the rest of her clothes off right now, but then he took two drinks from a bar cart she had not noticed next to the door.

"I shouldn't," she began to say, but the protest died in her throat. God, he was even more handsome right now, handing her a drink in the middle of his posh, immaculate home while her body practically screamed for him. How was he having such an effect on her she wondered, taking the drink in spite of her reservations and, upon finding it sweet, taking a heavy gulp to steel her nerves as she fought herself whether to give in and sleep with him or call herself a taxi.

Eli came closer, looking down at her over the rim of his own glass, still mostly full.

Ava swallowed the sip still sitting in her mouth and looked up at him, lips parted as the rest of her body felt hyper-aware of her need.

"Eli, I…" but then he was kissing her, his frantic hands taking both their glasses to set down on the nearest table before they were fisting themselves in her hair, holding her face to him as his tongue invaded her mouth, warring with her own for dominance while their lower halves rutted against each other, begging for friction. He picked her up and strode over to the first shelf in the library, pressing her against the wood and books as his hands gripped her thighs and lifted them to wrap around his waist as he rutted into her.

"Wait," she tried to stop him but it came out as a muffled moan with his mouth fastened against hers. It had been building up since the restaurant and in a matter of seconds, she found herself already cumming from the motions of his body rubbing against hers even through several layers of fabric.

He didn't stop though, his lips swallowed the moans she uttered then kissed their way down her neck where he began to nibble and suck with abandon. The temporary relief of her orgasm gave her momentary clarity, "Stop, I can't… I can't have hickies at work tomorrow."

"You're not going into work tomorrow," he growled, still thrusting against her with the pent-up energy of a man desperate to cum.

"I ca—I can't!" she exclaimed, her body already stirring for a repeat as she sat there, half supported by Eli, half supported by the shelf her ass was resting on.

"You can," he said forcefully, no longer the kind, warm Eli from earlier, but someone else. Ava saw in his face the hardness she had witnessed from time to time during their dinner but ignored. It felt like a cold shower had doused her as she realized he was not planning to let her leave without fucking her first.

"Eli, get off of me," she demanded even as his kisses on her neck made her body turn to jelly once more.

"No, Ava. You're staying here, with me."

His words sunk in and she moved her arms to push him off. He only responded by restraining her, pulling her from the shelf, and turning her around to hold her arms behind her back as she struggled to free herself from his grasp.

"What are you doing?" she grunted, in disbelief at his actions and the fact that she was somehow increasingly aroused despite his treatment.

"I'm giving you what you want—what you need right now. Your body is begging you for it. It's begging me for it."

"Wha-" she started to say but he pulled her even tighter against him, breath hot in her ear as he answered.

"Ever since dinner you've been fighting it, Ava. You just came within 10 seconds of me touching you with all our clothes on. There's so much more in store for us tonight. Just give in. Stop fighting it."

"I don't… I don't want…"

"You're under a powerful stimulant derived in our labs to increase libido. Why do you think you've been hornier and hornier, to the point of losing yourself with me? That's the medicine doing its work. Soon you'll be begging me to fuck you until neither of us can walk."

Horror dawned on her face as she understood his words.

"Y-You drugged me?"

Eli scoffed, "At dinner, your last drink I brought you from the bar. You said it was sweeter than the others, remember? That was the first. Then you started getting all hot and bothered but still tried to play coy, even though the whole walk here you were practically dripping on the sidewalk. So I gave you some more in that drink over there on the table, a stronger dose, in case you didn't finish it. If you think you've been horny up until now, just wait a few minutes until that one kicks in."

"I-I-I don't understand."

"I'll explain more later, right now both of us really need some relief and I'm only too happy to provide that." His grip on her loosened and he pushed her through the living room in the direction of the kitchen and dining areas.

"Please stop," she managed to beg him as he pressed her against the table and reached for the zipper of her skirt.

"God, this ass is better than I imagined," he enthused when he slipped the skirt down to see her black lacy briefs encasing plump cheeks. He dipped a finger in the front of her underwear and wiggled it inside her, "Just as I thought," he said triumphantly, "Gushing like a waterfall."

Ava groaned at his intrusion, trying not to let him hear how good it felt as he massaged her inner walls while her thighs dug into the edge of his dining room table.

"P-Please," she begged, but he spun her around and reached for the hem of her shirt, ignoring her tears as he wedged himself between her legs.

"Please what, Ava? Please fuck you? All in good time. I'll oblige that request several times tonight, don't you worry."

"Please let me go," she whined, even though she knew it would not be possible for her to go anywhere in this state.

"Go? Where would you go?" he asked, suddenly stern, "If I set you loose upon the town you'd be stumbling the 20-minute walk to your house blind with lust, attempting to hump everything in sight. You would beg any bum you passed on the street to fuck you under a bridge or behind a trash can. I'm saving you the indignation of demeaning yourself. Here, you can unleash freely, just allow me to give you the relief you're craving."

Her shirt was discarded to reveal her matching black lace bra and he ogled her without shame.

"Your body is perfect, Ava, it's part of why I chose you. God, the way your legs feel wrapped around me, I can only imagine how my cock is going to feel inside you."

She whimpered at his words, feeling the goosebumps rise along her flesh wherever he touched her. Her body was already screaming for release again and she knew that everything he said was true. Everywhere he touched felt like torture and his eyes, earlier so warm and friendly, were cold and calculating now as he pushed her gently down onto the cold smoothness of the table and hooked his thumbs into the band of her underwear then pulled down.

Ava stared up at the ceiling in a daze, feeling the cool air hit her bare pussy as Eli whistled and unbuckled his pants. "Truly, Ava, you are exquisite. I'm going to enjoy every second of this. I know you are too."

Her retort died in her throat as she felt the head of his cock begin to split her open. Instinct took over and she tried to sit up, to push him away but he only grabbed her and pulled her body against his, seating himself inside her in one hard thrust. She screamed at the sudden intrusion, feeling so incredibly full with his huge cock inside her.

"Ohh," his eyes rolled back into his head as his arms held her fast, "Oh, Ava, this is better than my imaginings." He withdrew and thrust again, and she felt her body respond in spite of herself. It was bad enough she was drugged to ensure compliance, she didn't want to enjoy it as well.

He clung to her like a lover in the throes of passion might and Ava, strung tight with worsening tension, soon was overcome with the sensations he wrought through the drugs and his ministrations. Against her reasoning, she could only let herself be carried over the edge again after a few well-placed thrusts. She cried out, her long hair spilling behind her, her breasts jolting in the bra with every drive of his hips into her. The momentary relief she felt provided enough clarity for her to push at him again, trying to put distance between them before he came inside her unprotected and that would bring with it a new set of issues.

Eli dodged her blows with ease, squeezing her wrists in his large hands until they hurt, "Let's try this another way then," he said through gritted teeth.

He pulled out of her, his large cock glistening with the wetness of her arousal and orgasms. Before she could do anything he flipped her around, pressing her face down onto the table and undoing the clasps of her bra to fling it away into an empty chair.

With a gasp, she felt him prod the head of his cock into her once more and force its way inside, pushing her down onto the table and covering her hands with his own to better control her as he chased his own release.

"The more you resist the better it is for me, Ava," he groaned in her ear, biting her shoulder and suckling the spot after she cried out. The cold table under her bare chest made the heat coursing through her worse. Her nipples were all the more sensitive as they dragged across the cool surface and after a minute Eli let go of her hands and pulled her arms down to her side, wrapping his around her chest and shoulders to fully entrap her as he pounded her pussy and pushed her face against the table.

Even from this angle, she felt her body betray her. Never before had she come without any clitoral stimulation, much less so soon after a previous orgasm, but the delicious agony between her legs combined with the cold table and her limbs being immobilized by his raw strength, she felt his thrusts begin to stutter as his orgasm overtook him and she screamed in protest even as she came again on his cock, the walls of her sex fluttering around him and spurring him onto completion.

The silence that followed was pregnant with tension. Ava's body, sticky with sweat and cum left dribbling down her legs, felt paralyzed. The pleasure he forced on her was real, even as her mind fought the urge to give in, to let him have his way with her as many times as he wanted. When at last he pulled away from her and slipped his softened dick out from her cunt she moved to stand but could barely push her chest up from the table.

Eli chuckled, "Never had an orgasm so good, have you?"

Ava looked back at him with loathing, still naked and trying to peel her bare skin from the table as her body fizzled in anticipation of what would come next.

"Come upstairs with me," he commanded, offering her his hand. He had stepped out from his pants and shoes, now he stood there comically in his dress shirt and tie, with nothing but a pair of boxers to conceal the half-flaccid member trying to peek its way out, having just been inside her moments ago.

"No," she managed to say, though her nipples hardened as soon as she stood and saw that same dark look he reserved for her. His hands gripped her forearms and pulled her in the direction of a back staircase accessible through the kitchen. Ava looked frantically through the upscale kitchen for anything she could use to immobilize him, spotting a colander left in the sink but no knives or heavy pans within reach. Just before they reached the doorway to the stairs she lunged towards the colander, desperate for anything she might be able to swing at him but her movements were sluggish, uncoordinated. He grabbed her wrist before she even reached the sink and pulled her down to the floor, straddling her on her back against the cold tile, staring at her heaving chest and taut nipples beginning to darken as she watched him survey her.

"If you wanted me again so soon all you had to do was ask," he smirked, pinning both her arms over her head as he bent down to kiss her.

This kiss was soft, yearning - like she would have expected to be kissed by a polite coworker who asked her out to dinner before she realized he was the type to drug and rape his coworkers gullible enough to trust him.

He bent his head to her breasts and began to kiss and suckle them while she tried to wiggle away, keeping her bare pussy from his erection already straining once more against the thin fabric of his boxers. The drugs were making her desperate again, and his attentions to her breasts were only hastening the moment her last shreds of resolve gave way. He let go of her wrists, moving his hands down to her thighs and stroking the inside before he gripped under her knees and lifted her legs to wrap around him. Without any coaxing, her arms wrapped around his neck too.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she moaned as his mouth traveled from her breasts to her neck, nuzzling the vein that pulsed against his cheek in time with her rapid breathing.

Ava felt Eli's grin against her shoulder as he bent his head to lick her earlobe, worrying the appendage with his tongue until she was unconsciously rutting her body against him again. "Because you need this Ava. We both need this."

A strangled sob broke from her mouth as he slipped down his boxers with one hand once more and stroked her cheek with the other. He watched her face as he entered her slowly, and Ava closed her eyes, letting out a wail of defeat as he seated himself fully in her again and began to move. The drugs seemed to heighten every sensation, she thought she would die if he stopped moving before she came, but it took very little time before she did.

Another weak cry in his ear and Eli kissed her hard, tongue ravaging her mouth while his cock ravaged her pussy a second time. He was surprisingly strong, he pulled her up with him as he kneeled on the hard tile floor and his hands cupped her ass, helping her body to bounce on top of his cock as she held onto his shoulders for dear life.

"Let's finish this upstairs," he purred in her ear. Ava couldn't even answer, she just whimpered and ground herself against his cock.

When Eli got to his feet he brought her with him, their bodies still joined as he stood on wobbly legs; he kicked his boxers off of his ankles and left them where they fell. Holding the counter for support one moment, he then turned and began to carry her up the carpeted stairs the next. About halfway he collapsed under the added weight of another person and his body's pervasive need to finish what they had begun on the kitchen floor. Ava wasn't sure if he was torturing himself or her more when he rutted against her on the stairs where they collapsed, eliciting a hiss of pain from her at the fresh rug burn on her shoulders and ass.

"Sorry," he murmured through his kisses, "Just so hard to hold off fucking you even for a minute."

He crawled the rest of the way up on all 4s, his mouth hung open from concentration until they crested the stairs and he pulled her with him through the doorway into a narrow hall. Rolling to his back, he propped her up on his cock.

"Ride me," he ordered, but Ava struggled to lift her head from where it rested on his chest. She was past the point of objection now. He had been right. All she cared about, all she wanted, was to satisfy the urges coursing through her like an unquenchable fire. The only cure for it, the only way to put the fire out, was to fuck him, and so she did. With what strength she had left to summon, Ava pushed herself to sitting and began to ride him, slowly, languidly, she leaned back and stared up at the ceiling, her bare breasts heaving with the effort of controlling her breath while she humped him on this floor, her body needing release more than her brain needed to consent.

He groaned as he watched her, feeling the tight slickness of her heat and reveling in the white-hot pleasure he found in her. His balls tightened but he withheld his release, slipping his fingers between her legs first, determined to have her come again at the same time as he did.

Ava fell apart when he began to rub her clit in earnest, her slow movements stilling without meaning to, but Eli answered by lifting his hips to thrust into her from below. She felt him unleash inside her anew, the gushes of cum plundering her inner walls and unprotected womb. That would be something else she would need to address when these drugs wore off and she could think straight again, but now she lurched forward to rest her head against his chest, fingers delving under the folds of his shirt to tangle in his chest hair.

They lay like that for some minutes, but the drugs were still at work and Ava, beleaguered enough already, felt her nipples stiffen and her mouth go dry.

"Please. I can't – I don't have—,"

Eli seemed to understand that she was ramping up again but couldn't muster the strength to be on top of him for another round. He rolled her off of him and lumbered to his feet, reaching down to help her up, catching her when she stumbled against him and nearly fell into the wall.

"We're almost there," he promised, guiding her past two doors and opening the third. Inside was a huge 4-poster bed. Ava gawked at it as he swept his arms beneath her and carried her, bridal style, to deposit softly onto the covers. She opened her legs on instinct, the remnants of his earlier deposits dripping out of her onto the bedspread. He gazed down at her panting, desperate form with a smile as he unbuttoned his shirt and tie, throwing them on the floor with his boxers.

"I told you that you would enjoy this" he chuckled as she reached for him and he sank into the bed on top of her. He pulled her up with him towards the headboard and she tried to protest but he gripped her tighter as he yanked her body with his. An assortment of pillows were arranged perfectly and he began pushing the smaller ones off the sides of the bed and reaching for a larger one, lifting her hips to set one underneath her rump.

Ava moaned at every touch now, even non-sensual ones. He stroked her face and kissed her forehead. She moaned once more, eyes closed, undulating her hips in his direction to seek stimulation. Eli chuckled again and licked the skin of her neck, then her collarbone, then her breasts as her voice wobbled and her moans became louder.

"Should I?" he murmured as his head dipped past her breasts, tongue circling her naval and then drifting lower, lower, lower.

"D-Don't." She managed to say, even as her hips rose to meet his tongue, urging him to do what he was planning.

When his tongue finally touched her clit, Ava almost flew off the bed. She sat up with a shriek and he held her hips fast, preventing her from moving them. With shaking hands she tried to push his head away, "I can't… it's too much," but he responded by crawling up her body and leaning over to the nightstand, opening the drawer to rummage through until she heard the clink of metal.

With a gasp, she saw the two pairs of handcuffs he produced. Ava tried to pull her hands away but he was too quick, locking them in each and then binding her to the headboard in spite of her protests.

"Eli. Stop. Please. No more."

But his fingers pinched her clit and she bucked against his hand, screaming in his ear from the delicious agony he caused.

"Just a little longer," he promised, "Your body is still begging for more."

His head dipped below the covers again, spurred on by her pleas for rest, emboldened by her refusal to beg for him to do it when he knew her body would react in earnest.

This time when his tongue touched her clit he paused. Her legs strained at the contact and his arms held them firmly apart, running his tongue along her cleft, sucking the lips of her pussy into his own as he traced them with his tongue, lapping at her juices mixed with his cum, devouring her as she screamed and tensed and thrashed on the bed, helpless to stop him from having his way with her.

He made her come twice this way, blowing lightly on the sensitive area in between to give her time to readjust, but with every orgasm he forced from her she became more sensitive. Ava's body, previously wracked with desperate neediness, was now mingled with exhaustion and pleasure that felt akin to pain from sheer overuse. The drugs still made her cum, but she needed to rest in between and Eli was not letting her.

"PLEASE," she screamed, "ENOUGH ELI!"

He stopped, his tongue paused on her clit like he was thinking of how much further he could take this. Her whole body was trembling. She thought if he forced one more from her that her heart might give out.

She heard his muffled voice against the inside of her thigh when he spoke, "Just one more, Ava, then, we can stop… for now."

"No!" she thrashed again, wrists pulling at the handcuffs holding her fast, the skin red and bruising from her efforts.

Eli rose and smiled as he settled himself on top of her, his stiff cock poking her stomach in a foreboding way. The drugs were wearing off a bit, but she was still so pink and puffy with want, he had to be inside of her one more time before he let them both sleep.

"No more, Eli. Please," she begged, tears in her eyes, but he ignored them and guided his cock in between her legs again, relishing the hiss she gave of pain mixed with pleasure when he bottomed out inside of her a final time.

"God, you feel like heaven," he groaned, kissing her frozen lips. Ava didn't respond. She seemed to have given up resisting but instead was trying to deny him any pleasure in seeing her reactions to him. That wouldn't do at all.

"You will come again for me," he demanded in her ear, "Or I will lick this pussy for hours to go before I let you rest."

Her startled eyes met his and saw he meant it. "I-I don't think I can," she whimpered.

Eli's hands trailed from her wrists in the handcuffs, down the length of her arms, her breasts, her ribs, then settled on her waist and hips. Goosebumps erupted everywhere he touched. "I think you can."

Legs shaking, Ava locked eyes with him as he began to thrust inside her with deliberately slow strokes, watching her face for discomfort and pleasure, feeling himself harden even more when he saw her close her eyes and strain against the handcuffs as her hips bucked against him.

His arms left her and Ava felt suddenly remiss without them. She opened her eyes just as he leaned over her again and heard a click before her first wrist dropped free, then the next.

"Hold onto me," he ordered, and she wrapped her bruised, weakened arms around his shoulders as his arms snaked underneath her back; cradling her body to him as he pushed her towards one last pinnacle together.

"That's it," he grunted into her ear as her breathing quickened, "Cum with me. I'm not going to stop until you cum."

It took longer than the ones before, either from the drugs beginning to lessen or her body's inability to perform this many rounds, but Eli did not care as he forced her to endure the limits of what she was capable of. One of his hands traveled down to her ass, coating his index finger in the juices and secretions dribbling out of her before he slowly reached towards her puckered asshole and crept the finger inside.

Ava gasped, bucking against him and trying to push him away again as he fit the finger deeper in her, "Shh, hold still," he crooned, "It will make you feel so good, Ava. Just let me in."

She screamed in refusal, a long, guttural shriek, as he sank his digits inside her and began to move them in and out in time with his thrusts. He could feel the thin membrane walls within her that separated his cock from his finger and he rubbed fervently against them, holding her frame too tightly against his chest for her to push him away.

A mangled sob and she came her hardest yet. Her whole body was wracked with spasms, limbs shaking, lips quivering, her heart hammering against his chest and he roared into her ear as the ripples within her pussy triggered his own most intense orgasm yet. Ava felt wave after excruciating wave of ecstasy overtake her until the shaking of her body and the overwhelming pressure finally made her mind shut down. When her voice gave out and her screaming ceased, Eli looked at her in alarm, his cock and finger still buried deep inside her, to see that in enduring the veracity of her final orgasm she had finally lost consciousness.