Freed of her bindings, Rocketgirl nevertheless remained writhing and sweating on the floor of Miss Haller's lab, trapped in GIF #3: Sex. At the moment, she felt a man's thick cock thrusting in and out of her tight pussy, which had been prepared for this event by Miss Haller's fingering when she created this GIF. As with most of the men who had violated her, Rocketgirl only caught occasional glimpses of him when she involuntarily craned her neck later in the GIF. Even then, her view was obscured by the man thrusting his hard, long cock down her throat. The GIF prevented her from fighting back, instead she was **** to purse her lips and suck the cock eagerly, her tongue swirling around it as she had the hose when the GIF was taken.
Rocketgirl lost track of how many men she'd serviced this way. She recognized some of them, like her archenemy Professor Lex and even Miss Haller's son Melvin. That had been disappointing; apparently he no longer felt the remorse he'd shown when he learned of his mom's criminal behavior. Occasionally there were women too; Miss Haller herself was a frequent flyer on the Rocketgirl ride, as were Hannah and Nicole who had been instrumental in her capture. In fact all of Melissa's rogues gallery had partaken at least once.
But the endless violations, the repetitive GIF, and the constant infusion of the aphrodisiac through her nostrils made it hard for Rocketgirl to think clearly. She had no idea how long she'd been held captive in GIF #3: Sex, or how many people had fucked her. She only knew the feeling of constantly having someone else's pussy, cock, or lips on or in her, of having more and more cum accumulate inside her, of swallowing some and being sprayed with more, and of being groped, fondled, and teased along the way.
She didn't even hate these violations anymore. Thanks to the aphrodisiac and her constantly banking more unrealized orgasms, she was primed like a violin string, buzzing and eager to cum.
Sometimes the GIF would speed up, and Rocketgirl would briefly feel elation that she would finally experience orgasmic release. But the GIF always won; the cum counter tallied another climax and Rocketgirl continued to hope in vain. Sometimes the GIF would slow down, and Rocketgirl would feel the wild sensation of a cock pistoning her pussy -- a surefire way to rack up a dozen orgasms while her **** came only once. Slowing the GIF to a crawl also meant the man in her mouth would get the blowjob of a lifetime, a slow, sexy swirl of the tongue followed by a gentle kiss on the glans as he pulled out, continuing to spray on her lips as he left.
It didn't take long after her capture for Rocketgirl to give up trying to think of a way out of this trap. The **** poisoning and aphrodisiac were enough to turn her brain to mush even if she weren't also focused on her fruitless pursuit of ecstasy.
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