Succumb to the urges

Oh, fuck it, I need it now. A quick burst of flames turns my top to bits and leaves me naked.

I guess that's it. I'm committed to this. "Fuck me Charles. Fuck me hard." I lay down on the carpet and spread my legs wide, my hands above my head, just waiting for him to take the chance to fuck me.

"Oh, what a wonderful plan," muses Ace. "Why don't you give her exactly what she wants?"

"With pleasure." He's still ready to go, and wastes no time in mounting me. I moan in ecstasy as his dick spreads me wide.

This is wonderful! I'm so intent on Charles as he drills me hard. The PX is overwhelming. This is the best I've felt in my entire life, like his cock is filling my every want and need. My back chaffs against the carpet as he pounds me with all his might, my breasts bouncing back and forth with his violent thrusts. His hands on my waist feel so wonderful. I'm nothing to his might.

Where's Ace? It doesn't matter. I just need Charles. "Give it to me! Harder! Harder!"

Somehow, he actually manages fuck me harder than he was before. My entire body trembles with the violent slams of his cock inside of me. My mind goes white as I orgasm, his cum spreading inside of me. "Perfect," I mumble. "Just... perfect."

My orgasmic ecstasy fades into unconsciousness, with a sweet smell permeating my nostrils and the feeling of some fabric on my face.

I awake to the feel of rain drops beating down on me. It's cold. Real cold.

"Wha... what?" I mumble. I reach around, trying to figure out what the hell happened to me after Charles fucked me to orgasm.

I am flat on my belly on some tile floor. Water puddles underneath me, but is draining away. Instinctively, I try to push my self to stand, but an unexpected tug keeps me on all fours. Only when my vision returns do I understand what is keeping me here.

Chains. Bondage. I am completely naked other than the thick metal cuffs that are on my wrists and ankles, and the chains that trail from them to bolts on tile floor several feet away. I can feel a heavy collar around my neck, its chain short and attached to the floor as well, letting me rise no higher than my palms and knees.

This should be easy. I try to light up and just melt all of the bondage, but... nothing. I can heat up the water, I can get it misting a bit, but hot enough to melt steel? I'm absolutely nowhere close. This is a prison that was designed for me. Whoever did it, put some thought into it.

And now they show up. Ace and Confidence man start to speak behind me. I turn to look at them, but there's not enough enough slack in the chain.

"We made this just for you, darling." taunts Ace. "You'd roast us and run if we gave you half a chance, but I think this better for all of us. Most of us, I mean. Not you. Definitely not you."

"You really are hot like that," chimes in Confidence Man, laughing at his own dumb joke.

I yell. "Let me go this instant, you fiends!"

Ace laughs out loud in that haughty, British manner of his. What a stuck up woman. "Oh, now why on Earth would we want to do that? You're here, and we've given you so much PX, it would go to waste unless we let Charles give it to you.

Only then do I realize how on fire my body is. Like, not on fire, fire, but lust. Imaging the cock inside of me is driving me insane. "Give it to me! Please, please, please, give it to me!"

"With pleasure, Flame. With pleasure," Charles responds.

I'm so in heat that he just slips right in. The water probably helps. "Oh my God. Oh my God. It's like fucking a pie fresh out of the oven. Holy shit! The water keeps her skin cold, but her insides? Holy shit!"

This is even better than last time. I collapse multiple times to the floor of the shower prison, but Charles lifts me up, again and again, to plow me harder and harder.

It feels so good! Is this what heaven is like? When Confidence Man is finished, one of Ace's goons takes his place. And when he is done, another takes his place! So many men just want to fuck me. I don't even need to move. They just keep coming, and... cumming.

They joke about how "hot" I am, as if I'm some kind of perfect sex toy for them to fuck. They force me to eat out of a dog bowl, which is completely degrading, the shower pouring on me at every hour of every day and making the food soggy. But I have to eat. And that's how they get me more and more hopped up on PX.

Oh, my, God. I'm drugged out of my mind. This is such a haze of constant sex and mind-blowing orgasms, that I barely want to leave.

Some day the water system will fail, and I'll get my chance to incinerate each and every one of them what they've done to me. But until that day... I'll enjoy it, again and again, in this shower prison made especially for me.

The End?