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Diana felt like she was being grabbed by a monster with tentacles, her body becoming weak and limp. The lack of oxygen and the overwhelming pleasure made her vision blur and her mind numb.
She was lifted up, and the skirt bunched around her waist was completely torn off and thrown to the floor, losing its initial elegance.
By the time Diana came to her senses, she was already placed in the bathtub.
The faucet was running, and warm water gradually covered her feet. A slight movement would produce a faint sound of water.
She sat in Charles' lap, her back pressed tightly against his chest, feeling his twisted emotions and his rapid, whimpering breaths.
The hand that had been on the back of her neck slowly moved down, caressing her body.
Her soft breasts deformed under his fingers, the flesh spilling out between them, and her erect nipples were pressed into the meat.
He counted her ribs through her skin, stroked her belly, and kneaded the soft flesh.
The thin, soft layer of fat deformed in his hand, like a trembling little pastry.
Resistance and pain mixed with pleasure, constantly attacking her nerves, making her tremble uncontrollably, her skin turning a bright red.
Her legs rubbed against each other.
A sharp sound, pain on her thigh, and soon a bright red mark appeared.
The hand that had slapped her thigh slid to her buttocks, her legs slowly tightening, his long fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
Charles breathed heavily, "Stop rubbing against me, and don't squeeze me so tight with your legs."
Diana's lips trembled, her voice shattered, "I didn't."
But her words were weak. She felt a warm liquid flow from her vagina, dripping down her thigh onto his hand.
He rubbed his fingers, confirming it was different from ordinary water, then probed further.
Charles' voice was low, his hot breath spraying against her ear, "Your vagina seems to be leaking fluid."
Diana clamped his fingers to stop him from moving, her face flushed with embarrassment.
As if to escape reality, she didn't say a word, pushing his hand, trying to get away.
The sound of water filled the air, now reaching her ankles.
When Diana lifted her foot out of the tub, it splashed water everywhere.
Her footing was unstable, nearly slipping, and she had to hold onto the sink to walk out.
But the bathroom was slippery, the steam condensing on her skin, forming droplets that ran down, itching unbearably. The short distance of a few feet felt incredibly long.
Charles followed leisurely, pulling out a towel and draping it over her shoulders.
The dry fabric felt itchy, but Diana still wrapped herself in it, seeking some sense of security.
His hands rested on her shoulders from behind, forcing her to stop.
A voice like a demon's came from behind her, "I need to check."
Diana tried to run but was caught by Charles' arm, held in place.
Her eyebrows furrowed, even her resistance becoming weak and limp.
Charles lifted her onto the sink, seemingly for easier observation.
Her legs were placed on his shoulders, exposing everything below.
She tried to cover herself but was lightly blocked by him, "Why be shy? There's nothing on your body I haven't seen."
Diana's face was red from the drugs, her body trembling uncontrollably.
It wasn't shame that bothered her, but the feeling of losing control.
In her daze, she swore that once this was over, she would chop Charles into pieces.
Charles squeezed her buttocks, his touch unrestrained.
Her skin was soft, her flesh ample, and her elasticity perfect.
He loved this feeling, constantly kneading, making the flesh change shape and spill out from between his fingers.
Under the light, Diana saw his wet, red tongue lick his lips, seemingly preparing for something.
She began to struggle violently on the sink, scattering the toiletries everywhere, which Charles kicked away.
Her slippery, naked body was hard to catch, and several times she nearly slipped from his grasp.
To quiet her down, Charles used a bit of force, slapping her.
A crisp sound.
Her buttocks trembled and turned red, a faint pain spreading.
"Behave."
The sound was loud, the pain minimal, more like pure humiliation and warning.
Charles flipped her over, making Diana kneel on the marble counter, his hand sliding from her buttocks to her waist, pressing her down, making her buttocks stick up.
He bent down, sucking on her reddened buttocks, making a sticky kissing sound, "Don't move."
Diana's hand pressed against the foggy mirror, this position making her curse, swearing several times, only to be slapped again.
Steam rose, solidifying in the bathroom, entering her lungs, making it hard to breathe.
Her fingers slid down the mirror, making a squeaking sound, clearing a small patch where she could see her own reddened body and tense face, looking like she was ready to face death.
In the part of the mirror she couldn't see, Charles buried his head between her legs.
His long fingers spread her buttocks, "checking."
Soft pink flesh, pink lips, a small reproductive opening.
Not yet wiped, water droplets glistened and slid down, she could almost feel his gaze, lightly contracting as he scanned.
His nose pressed into her flesh, his voice muffled, "It's clean."
His gaze felt tangible, making her feel like a canine in heat sniffing each other's buttocks. Diana was so tense her muscles ached, her belly contracting.
He was a lunatic.
She wanted to curse out loud but was quickly turned around to face Charles.
His expression was almost gentle, but the erection below revealed his true feelings.
"I've checked, you're in heat."
He said it with such certainty, Diana almost wanted to strangle him.
If it weren't for his drugs, she wouldn't be in this state.
The culprit still had a righteous look, reaching out to touch her thigh, his fingers catching a transparent line of fluid.
"It's very slippery," he said, "Don't worry, I'll help you."
With that, he lowered his head, spreading her legs, his lips sucking loudly between her thighs.
Because he sucked hard, her lips were pulled into his mouth, the feeling of weightlessness crashing down.
Diana let out a short gasp, grabbing his hair, unsure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
He spoke between her legs, "This pink little hole seems broken."
He licked her soft lips, his mouth wet, his breath hot and chaotic, his voice hoarse, "Let me fill it up for you."
His tongue pressed against her vaginal opening, pushing in a bit.
Her legs trembled, held in place by him to keep from sliding off the sink.
She sat heavily on the marble counter, her hands pulling his hair, causing him a slight pain.
Her nasal sounds were uncontrollable, her response to herself, and Charles quickly understood her actions, licking even more vigorously.
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