Sweating it out

Rocketgirl's powerful limbs twitched as her body rolled about in consistent ecstasy. In her brief moments of clarity, she tried to tug at her restraints, but the taut bungee cords held her fast to the corners of the hot pink sauna. She rolled her hips, either to accommodate the artificial phallus stimulating her, or to attempt to dislodge it -- she couldn't focus long enough to remember which. As she rolled and writhed, she could faintly hear her pussy's discharge sloshing in the plastic belt strapped around her waist. In the faded pink glow from the sole light in the room, she could see her pussy juices, like her milk, being sucked away by a hose in a constant stream to someplace unseen outside the sauna.

Her salty, sweaty eyelashes came into view when she blinked hard and grunted at the pain as another egg was sucked from her ovaries. She craned her neck to see if she could estimate a count of how many had now been popped into her belt buckle, but it was no use. She couldn't bend over far enough to see, and even if she could, her line of sight was impaired by the penis gag feeding her "nutrients" in the form of Ms Kyoto's henchmen's semen.

She tossed her head in a futile attempt to at least shake some of her sweaty, matted hair from her face. She could feel her hair, all of it, in a way she never really had until it was all drenched in sweat. Her entire body was bathed in sweat now, as was the hot pink sauna itself. In the dim light it was hard to discern but she thought the spongy floor, walls, and ceiling were thicker now, fuller, heavier with the weight of her sweat soaking through them. Certainly the pink seemed a few shades darker than when she'd first been imprisoned here.

Or was that her imagination? Perhaps she was hallucinating. Goodness knows how long she'd been wasting away in here, flat on her back, wrists and ankles chafing with her futile attempts at escape, her body being sucked dry of every fluid it produced, replenished only by an unceasing flood of semen down her throat. She hadn't eaten or slept since Ms Kyoto had kidnapped her. And there was no stimulus to keep her body or mind occupied except for --

"MMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!" she moaned in ecstasy, biting down hard on the penis gag, inadvertently squirting a heavier stream of semen down her throat as she climaxed again. She watched absentmindedly as a thicker flow of her newly gushed pussy juice climbed through the ceiling. As her orgasm subsided, her body sank down into a puddle of sweat and excess vaginal juices with a distinctive "splash!"

She lolled her head to the side. The humidity was overpowering, a thick cloud of moisture hanging in the air and impeding not only her eyesight but her breathing. She could smell her sweat and her sex with every wheezing breath through her flared nostrils.

Perhaps this is how her superheroine career, and her life, would come to an end. She closed her eyes in exhaustion and defeat, smiling slightly around the penis gag as she felt her pussy contract around the vibrator and she rolled her hips to encourage it to hit her in a new spot. Oh, well. There are worse ways to go.