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Bok-su shivered when you lifted her shirt up her stomach, squirming uncomfortably. Her skin felt like it was burning the minute it was exposed to cool air.
"What are you..." She paused, her vision swimming and her tongue feeling numb. She didn't continue the sentence, until you unbuttoned her pants. Then she really started freaking out. "-doin'?-" She slurred out. What the fuck was in her drink?
You shushed her quickly, kissing along her jaw in a way she was sure was meant to be soothing, but just made her skin prickle. It was even less comforting when your warm, soft palm slid down her stomach and down her pants, cupping her over her underwear. Her hips twitched away immediately.
"Mnn.. No.." Bok-su whined, but you didn't care, pressing your fingers over her clothed cunt harder, dragging the digits harshly against her. She yelped. She was obviously out of it, but she was sure she'd never want something like this in any state of mind. Had you not noticed? She didn't trust you with her life or anything, barely even knew you, but you had seemed far too harmless to intentionally do something like this to her only half an hour ago. Surely she was mistaken. She knew she wasn't, someone had to have drugged her, obviously.
She drew one leg up between the two of you, trying to hold you back. "W-Wait, I don't want to-" She stopped when you just pushed her legs apart. "...do this." She finished, quieter. Whether you even heard or not didn't seem to matter. Unsurprisingly, you just continued to stroke her firmly through her panties. She tried to stop you again, this time trying to shove you away with her knee. You shoved her leg back down, easily pinning it down, and she felt like jelly, felt too dazed and too weak to really struggle away. She stared blankly at your hand keeping her thigh still, slowly filling with dread and rising panic, just now truly realizing just how helpless she really was right now.
She grit her teeth when you pulled her pants down. "Stop-" She said, voice shaking slightly. "Stop!" She yelled again, sharp and with a new sense of urgency when you tried to slide her underwear down her legs too, jerking and trying to kick you away, but her kicks held no strength, only one thumping against your side weakly. She practically snarled, angry at how weak she was. You only laughed, tugging her panties down and stuffing two fingers into her unprepared cunt.
She cried out weakly, and at seeing the excitement on your face from such a sound, she immediately swore to herself she wouldn't let another noise slip from her lips. Something that proved difficult when you fucked your digits into her mercilessly, grinning whenever she twitched even slightly. She wasn't even wet, the friction was more painful than it was pleasurable.
She grit her teeth, trying to stay quiet as she let her head fall back, giving up on fighting you and instead just trying to not focus on the violation, even when you crooked your fingers just so, or thumbed at her clit.
She almost completely blocked the sensations from her mind when the pain eventually ebbed away, your fingers still there, but the sensations were all dull and fuzzy. She felt a million miles away.
You kept going for a few minutes more until you grew bored with her lack of reactions. She was foolish enough to believe it was over, that you would just leave her alone now that you were convinced she was no fun. She didn't run or try and move away, not like she even could with how sluggish whatever you did to her made her, but she didn't even try, just laid there, eyes closed and trying to calm her breathing before she threw up.
She jerked lazily when she felt your hands on her again, spreading her thighs apart. She opened her eyes blearily, glancing at you. They snapped open wider when you pressed something cold and alien against her pussy, and she felt her blood run cold when she caught sight of the silicone member strapped to your hips, when she caught sight of your wide grin. Her stomach twisted when she felt it press harder into her, she wasn't sure if she was even wet from what you did with your fingers, and your dick was clearly bigger than them. It was obvious that she at least wasn't wet enough when she felt something tear when you forced yourself into her, the pain sharp and cutting even through her dull senses. She screamed.
You didn't give her even a moment to breathe, thrusting into her deep and hard, struggling with each thrust to cram your length into her resisting cunt. It pulled a gasp or a cry from her each time, it felt like you were tearing her insides out every time you pulled out, and when the penetration started getting smoother she nearly cried, the sound of her blood squelching with your thrusts made her feel like she was gonna throw up.
You were speaking to her, she was vaguely aware of it, but she couldn't focus on anything you were saying, her mind was hazy from the drug and the pain and she could only feel the burning and could only watch the silicone cock disappear into her, red smeared against it's surface as it violated her, tore her up from the inside. Even when you rubbed furiously at her clit she could only feel agony, her hips bucking down to escape all the intense sensations you were tormenting her with.
She sobbed when she came, squeezing tight around you and her body wracking with pain and pleasure. She felt everything go dark as she slumped back against the bed, exhausted and aching.
She came to consciousness with your strap stuffed down her throat. The taste of her blood and cum made her gag around the length, not made any better with how you fucked her throat without a care for her comfort. Tears streamed down her face, and she clawed weakly at your thighs, gagging and gasping around the intrusion, desperate for air.
The head of the dildo pressed against something wrong, and her whole body heaved as she threw up around you. You pulled away quickly, clearly disgusted, and she coughed and sputtered, so thankful for the air that it tasted almost overwhelmingly sweet even with the bitter, acidic taste of bile coating her throat. You then slapped her across the face, hard.
She wailed, her face pressed down in a puddle of her own tears and spit. You were taking her hard from behind, digging and clawing your nails into her thighs so hard she was sure you were gonna reopen a few wounds, at least. She sobbed hard, her entire body shaking with the force of them, the wails hurting her chest. You even slapped her ass a few times just to get her to cry out louder.
She bit her lip so hard in bled when you yanked her head back by her hair, your strap beating against her cervix and making her legs kick out behind her weakly.
She really hoped you'd get bored of her soon.