Despite his weight on her arms, Sheena met each of his thrusts with one of her own, her hips rising to meet his. Drops from Bob's lip continued to drip onto her face and chest, and each time one touched near her mouth she tried to lick it off, but otherwise she merely smiled with slightly open lips, her even white teeth barely visible and her gaze constant into Bob's eyes.
Despite his initial feelings, Bob failed to ejaculate quickly. His cock had never felt so hard, so large, so engorged with blood. After long minutes of hard and rapid thrusting, he was forced to slow his pace, and began to feel fatigue in his arms and back. Some minutes later he was forced to stop to catch his breath, and then trying to start again felt the strength go out of his arms, and his body collapsed onto Sheena's. Trying to rise he found his limbs no longer obeyed his command. He attempted to look at Sheena, but his neck muscles also failed, and his head lolled on her shoulder.
Even with 200-plus pounds of dead weight lying on her, Sheena rolled him easily onto his back to straddle him. Bob could feel his still-hard cock embedded in Sheena's cunt.
What did you do to me, bitch?
Sheena pulled his head up painfully by the hair and placed two pillows under it so that he could see her sitting on his groin, the same placid smile on her face. Bob's mouth hung open; the jaw muscles were as paralyzed as the rest of his members. His tongue felt like an inert mass within his mouth, now dry and parched. Only his eyelids remained operative, and he blinked rapidly as his eyes began to tear.
"I think my drug works better than yours my dear Bob. Yours only made me a little hungrier than usual. You’re surprised I could taste it? But my taste buds are a little different than most. I'll bet I'm not the first one you tried it on."
Get off me you bitch. Let me out of here. The next time I see you I'm gonna kill your ass.
"I can guess what you're thinking. But you won't see me again after tonight. It's a shame you didn't cum though. The muscles that do that are affected too. Only your heart and breathing still work. I was so enjoying your efforts. I don't often get such a nice cock to work with. I think I'll keep going for a while." Sheena began to fuck Bob's cock once more, rising and falling and breathing regularly. The head began to feel more and more sore, and after some minutes each downward stroke of her body was agonizing. Being unable to scream, Bob's only external reaction was to expel his breath in ragged gasps each time the searing pain coursed down his shaft and into his hips.
Finally the agony ceased, and Bob opened his eyes to see that Sheena had risen above him, so that his still rigid cock was freed from her torturing vagina. The head was an angry purple and swollen, still sending pain signals to his brain, but dull and not sharp as before.
"I remember you wanted to fuck my ass next, and I want to fulfill your fantasies."
Bob tried futilely to shake his head.
No! No! Leave me alone! Motherfuckin' shit!
Sheena paid no heed to Bob's mute expression, and grasping the shaft of his cock in one hand brought the head to the opening of her anus. A sharp descent of her body buried his length effortlessly in her bowels, with a corresponding blaze of agony for Bob. Again Sheena rose and fell, fucking herself on the engorged shaft. Bob's eyes rolled up into his head, as his breath came in terrifying snorts and gasps and his heartbeat raced. It seemed to go on for a very long time, but at length that torture too came to an end. Sheena rose from his body and then knelt by his side until he was calmer and his eyes opened again.
"Almost done here Bob," she whispered. "Just need to suck you off now."
Bob felt her take the base of his shaft in one hand and squeeze tightly while her head disappeared over his groin, the spread of hair concealing everything from view. He felt her mouth passing over the head of his cock, feeling cool and soothing. The head touched the back of her throat.
A searing pain shot through Bob, like nothing he had ever felt before. He looked down to where Sheena was raising her head to look back at him. Her right hand held tightly onto the base of his penis, which now terminated in a red wound that seeped blood over her fingers.
Fucking hell, she's bit off my cock!
. The detached portion was held within Sheena's bloodstained lips, the purple head and a couple of inches of flesh, cleanly severed as if by a razor.
Sheena bent her face down towards Bob's, and gently pushed the lump of flesh into his open mouth. It felt soft and wet on his tongue. "I'm going to suck you, but this part would just get in my way. Not many men get to taste their own cock, so enjoy!" With that she turned again to his groin, and wrapped her lips around the stump, loosening her hand's grip so that the blood could flow freely.
She began to drink.
