She gets caught in a trap

Christina was so focused on the door, fixated on getting out and getting help that she forgot to watch where she was going. She heard the *click* of the pressure plate too late, slowly turning as a small dart shot out from the wall and embed itself into her neck. “Ugh,” she grunted as she quickly pulled it off, hoping that whatever poison might be in it hadn’t taken affect yet. She looked around the hall, her senses on high alert, hoping that no one heard the trap go off. Panic was setting in as she worried what might now be in her blood. “Cowards,” she muttered. “Only cowards would do this.”

She was expecting her vision to go dark, to lose consciousness, but she was surprisingly very alert. In fact it took a few minutes before she even started to notice the affects. She felt it first on her skin as she broken out in a sweat, as if she had a fever. Her peripheral vision was fuzzy and bright, as if she had a rough night of drinking. She was struggling to maintain a train of thought as her head seemed to empty. She knew something was wrong but it was just…so hard…to figure out what.

Her knees felt weak, causing her to squat down to maintain balance, leaning against the wall. Her heart was racing but she found herself not caring that much. In fact, all of her worries seemed farther away. She was staring blankly off into space as one of her hands absentmindedly lowered and grazed her crotch. She felt a wet dampness through her leathers, an aching in her loins. It just was second-nature for her hand to undo her belt buckle and for her fingers to press on her needy clit. It was aching for any attention.

Soon she was rubbing herself furiously, **** to soothe this ache she had. For reasons she couldn't explain, she seemed to forget her usual reservations and prudeness, instead acting like a woman possessed...like a true slut. Despite being someone who rarely focused on her own sexuality, Christina just didn't care at the moment. She was zoned out, mouth agape and moaning. Her eyes were rolled back slightly, very obviously out of focused. The poison was both euphoric and calming, leaving the warrior with little care, letting her focus on her singular task.

"Ooohhhh.....ahhhh...." she moaned louder as she felt the climax coming. She had already stopped trying to control her volume, her moans echoing through the grand hall. In-between her pants she could hear the sloshes of her juices as her fingers massaged her needy clit. Suddenly she buckled, slipping against the wall as the orgasm hit her. "ARGGGHHHHHH," she loudly bellowed out. Both her head and her eyes rolled backwards, arching her back as she came. She felt her body tremble as the wave washed over her, before finally collapsing onto the floor in exhaustion.

Despite her powerful orgasm, Christina could still feel the poison in her. Her orgasm might have satiated her desires somewhat but her lust persisted, causing her to still idly finger herself as she let out pitiful moans. It was only the sound of footsteps that caused her pace to change. She meekly glanced up as a figure approached, her hand still rubbing her cunt. Part of her felt embarrassment and humiliation at someone seeing her like this, but a bigger part did not care. A small voice was calling out, begging her to come to her senses, to collect herself and prepare for whoever...or whatever...was approaching.