It seems unlikely, she'll need a bathroom break after all

Penelope squirmed uncomfortably in the couch, whether their really was an intruder or if it was some part of the show, the challenge was still on, so if she tried to leave she'd probably get much worse than what some deranged butt hungry maniac could do. She unpaused the movie.

As the door opened, it cut back to the van. The woman frantically tried her phone, but couldn't get a signal. As she frustratedly continued to try her phone, she didn't notice the masked figure in the window of the van, at least not until the door had opened and a large hand was clasped over her mouth, muffling her scream. She was quickly dragged inside as she struggled and tried to scream, but The Bredator was too strong, tying her up with her knees pressed to her chest and a ball gag **** into her mouth. Only once fully satisfied with the helplessness of his squirming prey did The Bredator take out a syringe, injecting her with it. Unlike the others he had injected on screen, she did not go limp or stop her struggling, clearly there was some other purpose for the injections, not just for keeping his prey incapable of escaping and calling for rescue. With measured precision, The Bredator grabbed the woman's jeans at the crotch with both hands, and ripped them down the seam, expertly destroying them, as well as the underwear beneath in one swift motion. She watched in horror, her thrashing and uselessly muffled screaming redoubled, but it was no use as he began rubbing himself against her moistening pussy. She let out an unintentional and surprised groan of pleasure as his implement pierced her, and began pounding in and out of her mercilessly. The shame, fear and pleasure in her eyes were visible as they helplessly darted around, futily searching for a way to escape this dreaded breeding press, knowing that if she wasn't able to escape soon, she would be **** to carry this brute of a man's spawn. Frustration and anger were quickly lost from her eyes as after what felt like an eternity of relentlessly fucking, they rolled back, her body trembling as an orgasm was forcibly ripped from her body, only to be rewarded with another being pumped deep inside of her, his seed sealing her fate.

As he pulled out and his cum drooled out of her pussy and down between her cheeks, the camera faded to the interior of a shabby and dirty cabin. The furniture was old and simple, with numerous notes and medical diagrams, many of which depicting the female reproductive system, pregnancy and labor, nailed to every wall, some form of chemistry station against the far wall. Penelope paused the movie as she felt the pressure of her bladder.

She made her way upstairs with ease before entering the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet, trying not to think about the camera surely hidden inside, and began relieving her bladder. Once finished, she wiped and flushed, ready to get back to the movie. She stopped halfway down the stairs, her eye's wide. She couldn't believe her eyes. It... was a monster, an honest to get monster, right there in the living room, dangling from between the legs of a large dark skinned man with a granny mask. She stood in stunned silence staring at the ridiculously large cock for a moment as the man took the bowl of candy by the door pouring it into a bag. Had he noticed her? She wasn't sure... maybe if she snuck back upstairs...