Chemical defeat.

She kneels by your feet, and by rolling your eyes down as far as you can go you can just about make her out. You feel her tugging at you, then the sensations resolve. She's unbuckling your belt - popping the button of your jeans - pulling them down along with your underwear too. It takes a few minutes for this sylph-like beauty to wriggle you out of your pants, but you aren't going anywhere it seems, and soon you're naked from the waist down.

She comes around back to your head to fold your jeans and boxers into a kind of pillow and wedge them under your neck - propping you so your head is raised and you can look down your body. You see now that your cock isn't hard yet, but it's chubby, and lying sideways against your thigh.

As she kneels back down between your legs it really starts to thicken. She's just so fucking gorgeous, and she looks so pure, and there's something perverted about seeing that perfection kneeling over your half-hard manhood and your messy pubic hair. And any minute now she's going to...

"I'm not going to touch you, you know." For the first time, there's a hint of triumph, of mockery in her voice. As if it's just so silly and pathetic of you to have thought so. "You don't get to lick me, to sate me, or to have me savor your... seed like the other girls here like to do to win a match. I don't need any of that." She reaches behind her and produces three mottled brown feathers. "I just need my work."

Your eyes open wide with horror as she brings one feather down and stabs it into you, right behind your balls. Almost immediately your heart is hammering like a steam engine and your brow is burning. A hot sweat breaks out all over your body, and most noticeably of all your cock jumps up like it's spring loaded.

Blood rushes into it at an impossible rate, giving you the throbbing, twitching boner of a life time. You can almost feel the thing growing - bigger and bigger, even when you're as hard as you think you can be. You're out of control, totally at the mercy of her ****, but in a way to have a cock this massive, this rigid gives you a sense of power. Your little head is a massive, purple bulb, hard and hot and... oh, now just dripping with pre-cum. Your mind runs wild, as the arousal reaches your brain. You want to bring this thing to bear on Felicity's bare pussy like a canon - to blast her ass with a buckshot of your cum - splattering it all up that all-too-perfect back - and only then sink it into her. Maybe unload another couple of loads in her tight, super-model cunt and another in that (probably) virgin ass just for good measure. You're a God! With a God like cock!

Then she stabs the second feather into you.

Your head jerks back as the muscles of your neck spasm. Your heart beat is a racing blur now and your balls are boiling, seething cauldrons of spunk... there's no way you can turn down the heat, no way to stop them spilling over and - and - and -

Without Felicity laying a finger on you you cum. And you cum spectacularly, your gargantuan, over-inflated penis spraying a high-pressure blast of hot, thick spunk all the way up your chest and into your raised, immobile face. Even as you blink your eyes and splutter at that **** self-facial, you feel it kick again and again. Thick, goopy loads being deposited forcefully, again and again, on your chest and stomach. There's so much of it - everything your balls could produce you imagine, and as you try to blink your own cum out of your eyes you see that you look like the unwilling star of a bukkake flick.

Felicity is standing now, smiling down on you. "Don't feel too bad," she shrugs with what looks like genuine affection. She takes a couple of notes in a book, then puts it down and re-arranges her hair band with an adorable, unselfconscious movement. "No-one ever wins against me. I'll be right back. I have to call Rose."