Nora drinks it

{if Roxxy is alive = true}"Down the hatch..." Nora tilted her head back as the sludgy liquid poured down her throat, gulping it down until there was just a tiny bit left.

"How is it?" Roxxy asks, watching her companion curiously.

"Hm, it's not that bad. Tastes fruity, like a tropical drink. Oof, but... I'm also feeling a little hot, like there's a fire in my..."

Suddenly her vision began to wobble, and she began to have that sickening spinning feeling in her gut not unlike drinking a little too much at a party. She fell over backwards on the floor, but she wasn't ****. She still saw and heard and felt, she just didn't have any control over anything.

"Nora!" Roxxy fell to her knees next to Nora. She checked whether her friend was still alive, and slightly relieved that her vitals seemed fine, lifted Nora's head onto her knees. She flittered, but didn't panic.

But then something strange started happening to Nora, which was no doubt the fault of the perfume. Nora felt horny. Incredibly horny. She felt the urge to touch her loins, but since she couldn't move, the urge just grew, like an itch that one couldn't scratch. She could feel herself leaking. But Roxxy didn't notice. If only she did, Nora thought to herself in her mind prison, then she could relieve her of this maddening sensation by touching her, or licking her, or... Mmm, rubbing her pussy against it. But she didn't, and the feeling got to a point where a normal person would start furiously masturbating for release, even if they were in public. Nora could do nothing but bear it.

Hours passed, and it did nothing to alleviate her frustration. She couldn't think about anything else but her quivering cunt, which sent frustrating, albeit pleasurable, pulses up her body. Roxxy in the meantime put Nora on top of a blanket, with her pack serving as the pillow. Roxxy seemed worried, but there wasn't much she could do about it except wait. She occasionally mumbled to herself.

"...at least she's still breathing. I hope it's just temporary... Ooh, what am I to do?"

"FUCK ME," Nora screamed in her head, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FUCK ME! PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER!"

But of course, Roxxy couldn't hear her. She sighed in worry, examining the vial Nora dropped, swishing the liquid in circles. She looked in the direction of the tunnel entrance and grunted, coming to a difficult decision. She once again kneeled next to her.

"Nora, I don't know whether you can hear me or not, but I'm going to go get help. I'm not strong enough to carry you, so I'll have to leave you here... shit, I know I'm not supposed to do that in this kind of situation, but we're not going to be found if I don't do something." She took a moment to take a deep breath in, and her hand rested over her eyes. "Shit, this is all my fault... I shouldn't have sent you that idol and... I'm such an idiot. We're such idiots for even thinking of drinking weird shit..."

A couple teardrops fell, but she stifled it before it became a full blown out torrent.

"I should've just said I liked you from the beginning... god, this is like the worst fucking time to say that. I'll be back, I promise, and everything will be fine."

"I like you too, NOW FUCK ME ALREADY! AAAAARGH! FUCK! SHIT! I NEED TO CUM SO BAD!"

Roxxy stood up, and moved Nora to the side of the room, placing Nora's flashlight set on 'dim' in her hands. With a final glance back, she disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel.

Nora should've felt fear, being left alone like this, but the lust inside her didn't let her feel anything but pleasurable frustration. She reached levels she didn't even know possible. She could take any gross dick or gnarled finger at that point. Just something, anything! More time passed, and Roxxy did not return, but her companion wasn't on her mind anymore. Nora couldn't think anymore, not properly at least. Like an animal her thoughts became single worded. Fuck. Sex. Cum. That's it. Nora couldn't even see herself as Nora anymore. She was panting those words on repeat, whimpering and screaming them loudly in her mind prison, but her body was as motionless as ever.

A couple days passed, though it felt like an eternity. She felt the pangs of thirst and hunger but couldn't care less. Her flashlight was long dead. {else} "Down the hatch..." Nora tilted her head back as the sludgy liquid poured down her throat, gulping it down until there was just a tiny bit left.

"Hm, it's not that bad," she told herself. It tasted fruity, like a tropical drink. But something else too, something warm and spicy and...

Suddenly her vision began to wobble, and she began to have that sickening spinning feeling in her gut not unlike drinking a little too much at a party. She fell over backwards on the floor, but she wasn't ****. She still saw and heard and felt, she just didn't have any control over anything. Nora panicked, but no matter how hard she tried to lift her arms, her legs, anything, she couldn't. She couldn't even blink, or move her mouth.

But then something strange started happening to Nora, which was no doubt the fault of the perfume. Nora felt horny. Incredibly horny. She felt the urge to touch her loins, but since she couldn't move, the urge just grew, like an itch that one couldn't scratch. She could feel herself leaking. But there was nothing she could do, and nobody to help her. If only there was, Nora thought to herself in her mind prison, then they could relieve her of this maddening sensation by touching her, or licking her, or... Mmm, fucking her raw. But there wasn't, and the feeling got to a point where a normal person would start furiously masturbating for release, even if they were in public. Nora could do nothing but bear it.

Hours passed, and time did nothing to alleviate her frustration. She couldn't think about anything else but her quivering cunt, which sent frustrating, albeit pleasurable, pulses up her body. Nora should've felt fear, being left alone in this state, but the lust inside her didn't let her feel anything but pleasurable frustration. She reached levels she didn't even know possible. She could take any gross dick or gnarled finger at that point. Just something, anything! Her heart was beating so fast from being so horny for so long that it started to hurt. More than hurt; it was as if pins were being inserted into her chest.

She would've gasped if she could when it stopped beating, and even in her final moments all she could think of was her cunt, which clenched in agony as she was still denied her release. {endif}