I heard Jack moving around in the darkness as I climbed the stairs, leaking drops of his semen on the floor behind me. When I made it to my room, I considered locking him out and sagged with exhaustion. I couldn't stop him. Not tonight.
Jack's loud footsteps echoed up the staircase, humming to himself, and I fled into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm, and as the steam slowly fogged the mirror, I gazed at my disappearing reflection. Noting my puffy lips and reddened face from his stubble, my hard nipples, my flushed skin, and the way my pussy was swollen and glistening from Jack's cum. It didn't look like me anymore, I thought, as I swayed on the spot. Still trying to fight the drugs, I wondered how much stronger the effects could get. I slid along the wall toward the bath, leaning on the cool tiles as the water splashed over my already overheated body.
The steam billowed as the bathroom door opened, Jack's hulking form a blurry shadow beyond the mottled glass, and he wasted no time slipping inside with me. He pulled me into his arms and held me as the shower stream rolled off my back, and I stared at the tiny beads of water in his chest hair.
"This is so much better than I imagined, Mel," he murmured, running his hands up and down my spine, occasionally steadying me. "I knew it'd be hot, but I never expected you to be so... so responsive. Just waiting for a nice big cock to fill you up, even if you didn't know it."
"No Jack, please, I don't-"
"Baby, we've been through this already. There's no stopping this, not now. Besides, you can't hide the way you react to me, no matter how much you've been trying."
"Ja-"
"Stop," Jack said, his tone dropping and turning hard. "I don't want to punish you, not tonight. And as they say, where the body goes, the mind follows. It may take a little while, but eventually you'll admit to yourself my cock belongs inside you."
I swallowed down the words of protest, and he shuffled me around in the huge tub until I faced the back. He laid a towel on the floor that soaked through immediately and guided me to my knees.
"Put your hands up on the wall, bend over a bit, yeah, and-" Jack's hand pressed on my spine so it curved, my ass high and my breasts hanging down.
"You're going to do it again here?" I asked in a trembling voice, struggling to find words through the mush of my brain.
"We're just having a little fun, and making sure you're nice and clean," he said, running his hands all over as I swayed and the water rose past my knees.
"I'm really high, Jack," I whined as another dizzy wave washed over me.
"I know, baby. Concentrate on feeling good. It's gonna keep getting stronger for a while yet. Sammy's cookies are weapons grade." Jack swirled soap over my skin, running briefly over my pussy before turning his attention to my ass. Massaging the cheeks in wide circles, pulling them apart and using a washcloth to drip suds down the crease and wash around my asshole. I leaned away from him slowly as rubbed me with the cloth, and Jack would pull me back, gently at first and then more annoyed when I didn't stop. "Hold still, or I'll spank you so hard you'll have my handprint on your butt until next weekend."
I clenched my jaw and rested my forehead on the water-warmed tiles, as behind me the click and squirt of my body wash preceded the raspberry scent. When Jack's soapy fingertip pressed lightly into my asshole, I squeaked and moved away, my eyes popping when his palm smacked down brutally hard on my buttcheek. With my skin smarting and breathing through the pain, Jack drove his thick finger into my hole, holding his free hand around my collarbone to prevent me from wiggling away.
"I told you not to move. I'm not going to fuck your ass in the shower. We're just playing." Jack held still, waiting for me to stop clenching. "Besides, if you're not warmed up, it'll be a lot more uncomfortable when we get to your bedroom."
It was quickly closer to strange rather than painful, and Jack drove inside me faster when I relaxed. He let go of my shoulder and dribbled more soap over his thrusting finger, and worked in another, repeating the waiting and stretching.
I kept my face turned away as he worked me open. His breath was heavy, and he grunted when he could thrust freely with the second, twisting his wrist as he opened me and told me what a good girl I was. When he used his other hand to swirl around my clit, I whimpered in distress until the discomfort faded.
My head dropped to my chest, and through my haze I saw his huge hands at my crotch, the hair on his legs behind me, and his monstrous cock. It took a few moments to really register what I was looking at. Wet and glistening, not completely hard, but still to my inexperienced, drug hazed eyes, fat as a soda can and longer than I could see at my angle. My pussy was one thing, but I knew I couldn't let him put that in my ass. He'd rip me in half.
The tiles were slippery as hell, and I struggled to get away from his fingers, from his cock, from him. It didn't matter if it was irrational or the very large man was blocking the only way out of the room, clamping his arms across my body and pinning me against the shower wall with his bulk. He held me there and waited as I fought myself out, sagging from exhaustion, and overwhelmed by the drugs rushing madly through my system by my racing pulse. I couldn't tell if my face was wet with tears or water.
"Are you done?" he asked in a reasonable tone, growling when I flexed weakly against him, sliding one hand up and around my throat. He squeezed just enough to make my breath wheeze and the edges of my vision waver. My skin prickled with alarm and I went limp, slipping back under the comfortable blanket of weed and sobbing softly.
Jack let go of my neck, but kept me pinned almost flat against the wall as his hand slid down my body, diving between the cheeks of my ass and forcing my fear-clenched asshole wide open. The guttural moan that tore from my lips was half-pain, half-despair, stuttering out of me as he pierced me over and over.
"I hope that's all out of your system, Mel. Because I am going to fuck your ass. Very soon. In fact, I'm doing you a favor right now, making sure you're all nice and ready," he said, chuckling as my muscles flexed weakly against him. "Behave yourself and I promise it won't hurt. Say it, Mel."
