A surprising twist.

Slut. Tease.

Punished.

Her contact with the psyche of that **** in the gym must have distorted her state of mind more than she realized, because the overtly threatening tone and posture of her intended victim was giving her butterflies. And he'd actually picked up on her use of pheromones, perhaps he wasn't as dumb as she'd guessed. "Busted," she laughed. "I do get off on it. I'm a bit of a bad girl, I'm afraid."

Lacey had dealt with formidable men before; she just needed to keep him sexually fixated to maintain the upper hand. She lifted her arms to nibble on her fingernail and twirl her hair in a playful demonstration of how cute and naughty she was. At least, she tried to. Her arms only moved about halfway up her body before all her strength failed and she had to drop them.

The hell? She'd barely trained her arms at all. Her legs wobbled again and she realized finally it wasn't due to muscle fatigue. The zap he'd given her! Right into her spine! He'd used his power on her...

Smiling, the man closed the distance between them, steadying her with a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, little slut, I promise you'll still feel everything." he slipped his other hand between her legs to brush against her damp snatch. "Sometimes it's even better."

The contact sent a jolt of intense pleasure through Lacey's system and she gasped a soft moan. "Oh, fuck..." she cooed. "That's intense."

He gave her a little push and her legs failed her completely, depositing her on his couch. She landed at an angle, arms flailed slightly. When she tried to shift into a more dignified position, she realized she was completely paralyzed. Only her head could move. Suppressing her panic, she **** herself to think rationally as she continued to play along. "Oh shit. So this is how it's gonna be? You're just gonna have your way with me?" It really was a terrifying situation to be in. She was helpless as a newborn kitten. She didn't even know the guy's name.

"That's right, tease. I know your type. Playing the sweet, innocent virgin type while you have your fun with innocent men. Well tonight, the men are going to have their fun with your tight little body."

Okay, good. Lacey was reassured that he was still looking at her sexually and she wasn't to be imminently murdered. That gave her time to think things through. She needed to know if the paralysis would wear off of if he needed to reverse it. The last thing she wanted was to simply kill him and then realize she's fucked.

She giggled. She was very likely going to get fucked either way. The irony was not lost on her. "Ohh, you are a bad boy. I love it. Fuck, I'm so wet. Don't just talk at me, let's see what you got." It wasn't ideal, and her current vapid-slut character was already irritating her but the situation was very delicate. On the other hand, she was horny as hell. This could be fun if it didn't get out of hand.

Her unnamed assailant stripped her naked, handling her like a doll. His strength really was impressive. She seemed to weigh nothing to him. It made her feel small and ****, meek prey in the hands of a merciless predator. It was intoxicating. She was really getting into it, even if it did kind of constitute ****. Lacey had done far worse to a lot of people.

Once she was fully naked, he stood and looked over her appreciatively. His hungry eyes devoured every inch of her flesh. "Damn, girl."

She felt a swell of pride at his lust. He wanted her so badly he was literally **** her. Her still-twisted mind was really finding a sick pleasure in it.

He reached down and brushed her breast with one hand, then pinched her nipple and tugged.

Lacey screamed a moan as pleasure shot through her. "Wha—the fuck?"

He responded with a laugh and slapped her face hard enough to make her eyes water. More pleasure.

She panted, already shockingly close to an orgasm. She looked up at him, confused.

"I told you a slut like you was going to love my power. While paralyzed, you're going to process all pain as pleasure instead. And from the looks of it, you're really sensitive to the effects."

He leaned down and bit her left tit cruelly and in response, Lacey screamed and came so hard she nearly blacked out. It was a surreal experience to be at the mercy of such a powerful orgasm with no trembling or quaking of her body. Just ragged breathing and a whorish moan as juices gushed out of her slit. Trapped for what felt like an eternity in the grips of an inescapable storm of pleasure.

She panted, gathering her wits as the orgasm subsided. "God-fucking-shit that was intense! Holy fuck!" She panted lewdly, barely able to draw enough oxygen into her brain to remain coherent.

Her attacker laughed. "Fuckin' slut."

He took off his own clothes, then, and she got a good look at his cock. That thing was going to split her in half. She shuddered, only beginning to comprehend the impossible, brutally violent pleasures he was about to subject her to.

Dragging his thick member across her soaked pussy, he lined himself up to enter her. "This is what you deserve, cocktease little bitch."

Lacey still didn't know if she could safely kill him or not. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just be paralyzed. She wasn't sure she'd survive being fucked after all. Too many intense orgasms might literally kill her.