It Makes Her Horny

Connie is trapped in a daze. Her thoughts become hazier and hazier, and it takes more and more willpower to stay up. Her shoulders slump, and then her back slumps, and then she toppls backwards on to the bed, heaving and trying to make sense of what was going on. Her view of the ceiling is tinted strangely sinister yellow, and no matter how hard she tries she just can't move her body. Her arms won't respond to her. Her legs won't respond to her.

But, that was hard to focus on when there was another more powerful sensation taking hold of her. After a minute her panic at the situation died off, and is replaced by a feeling. A near total awareness of a physical sensation. It is a weird almost tickling feeling between her legs. It feels like her clit was humming to her, vibrating. She pants softly, pussy growing wet as all she could focus on was the the bizare throbbing of her clit. Her hands move, almost without her control beneath her wasteband and gently toy with it. Her other hand moves, mostly involuntarily as well, rubbing a circle around her nipple.

Connie groans mindlessly. Her confusion settled to hornyness, her body now moving mostly without any central planning. Her fingers push deeper into her pussy and she slowly fucks her aching cunt. Through the daze she catches a little bit more of the scent, but isn't able to focus on it. She doesn't realize that there was more and more of the gas pumping into the room.

At some point, Connie lost her sense of time. Hours pass. Orgasms pass. All while Connie mindlessly plays with her body. And when someone opens the door to the apartment, the girl they find is totally and helplessly consumed by her lust.