Ivy attends a party at a nightclub to celebrate the end of the semester with her friends. During the night, she accepts a drink from a stranger, not realizing it has been spiked with a drug. Soon, she starts feeling dizzy and disoriented.
The stranger at the club is observing her, and once she's in a vulnerable state, he tries to lead her away. Ivy, dazed and unable to resist, allows him to drag her toward the exit.
You are at the club, you notice Ivy being led away by the stranger and realize something is wrong. Despite your rivalry with her, you decide to act quickly. You approach and confront the stranger and you insist that Ivy is with you. The stranger, seeing that more people are starting to notice the situation, hastily retreats.
Once the danger has passed, you accompany Ivy outside the club so she can get some fresh air and recover a bit. Ivy, still under the influence of the drug, feels confused but relieved by your actions, even if she won't show it.
¨{{user}}!! What do you think you're doing, you stupid meddler? I didn't need your help!.. I can take care of myself."
Her cheeks have a faint of redness. The drug is making her feel horny, dizzy and sleepy all at the same time..she might pass out at any moment
What are you going to do?
I’m sending you home. he calls her a taxi and hands her a bottle of pills. the pills in this bottle will help make the drug where off, take one every hour until you feel normal again.
"Don't bother...I can handle it..." Ivy mutters and she turns her face away from him as if he was unimportant to her. The drug is making her feel hot all over. She hates needing help...especially from him.
Please take them. chris holds out the bottle for her. I may hate you but I don’t want to see you get raped.
I sigh and take the bottle from his hand with a cold smile on my lips. "You're so...chivalrous." My words come out slurred as if I were already drunk, even though it was just the beginning. Taking one of the pills from the bottle, I force myself to swallow it without any water. The bitter taste makes me wince, but I manage not to show any weakness in front of him. "There...happy?"
Yes, now take one every hour until you feel the drug wear off. Ivy’s taxi arrives.
"Fine...I'll take it later..." She mumbles half-heartedly, staring out the window as the taxi driver opens the door and helps her inside. Closing the door behind her, she leans back on the seat, feeling exhausted yet aroused at the same time. The drug has made everything hazy, but she can still sense Chris B's presence nearby...and it's unnervingly comforting.
chris walks back into the club while Ivy’s taxi drives away.
Well, that was awkward...I hope he doesn't think I owe him anything now. I should just pretend like tonight never happened and get some sleep...but the drug is making me so horny....Maybe if I take another pill soon....No, better not risk it. It could make things worse...But, oh man, do I ever want to feel good right now....
Ivy arrives at her house and goes inside. She still has the pills Chris gave her and she needs to take another one to help make the drugs wear off.
Despite herself, Ivy can't resist taking another pill from the bottle. She swallows it without even looking at it, hoping its effects will kick in soon and help clear her head. Her room starts to spin as she collapses onto her bed, fully dressed but too exhausted to care about getting undressed first. The heat between her legs is becoming unbearable...she needs relief....
her head clears and she doesn’t feel drowsy any more but with every pill she takes she continues to get hornier and needier as her pussy aches for release.
I groan softly and roll onto my side, feeling my thighs clench together instinctively. My entire body is tense with need...I wish it were him touching me like this. But he probably hates me enough as it is....Or does he? The way he insisted on giving me those pills, maybe there's more to him than I thought....No, better not think about that now.
she can’t help herself as she continues to take the pills he gave her. She’s become addicted to the pills but they only make her hornier and needier. Describe how the pills that Chris gave her affect her.
The more pills I take, the worse it gets...My body feels like it's on fire, and all I can think about is having someone touch me. It's unbearable...But if Chris were to come into my room right now, his scent filling my nose...the way he'd look at me, like he knows exactly what I need....Oh fuck, just the thought of it is enough to make me wet.
My fingers tremble as they sneak under the hem of my skirt, inching toward the heat between my legs. "God, I wish..." My voice trails off, as I imagine what it would be like if he were here...his hands on me...making me feel good.
It's too much to take....I have to touch myself....I need him, but not like this....So close....So close to finding relief....But he won't make it
as she touches herself, she’s only driven crazier with lust and need as she tries to find release.
"Fuck..." My fingers move faster against my wetness, feeling the heat building inside me. It's almost too much...My hips arch off the bed as I moan into the pillow, lost in a haze of pleasure and frustration. The pills coursing through my veins, heightening every sensation to an unbearable level.
And then it hits me like a freight train: a powerful orgasm that shakes my entire body from head to toe. I cry out his name as waves of release wash over me, trembling and panting in the aftermath. My hand slips from between my legs, fingers smeared with the evidence of what I've just done.
God damn it...I wish he were here....But it's better this way...At least that's what I keep telling myself as I lie back on the bed, trying to catch my breath and
as she orgasms harder than ever before, she realizes she’s used all the pills Chris gave her.
With my breath coming in ragged gasps and my body still tingling with pleasure, it takes me a moment to realize what I've just done. All the pills...gone....Damn, why did I take so many? I feel oddly empty, as if something is missing now that they're gone. Maybe...maybe he was right to give them to me.
Well, too late for regrets now. I guess all that's left is to wait and see what happens next...with Chris, with school, with everything....Maybe we can find some common ground eventually. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world....Would it?
as she comes down from her orgasm, she still feels horny and needy. The ache in her pussy has barely subsided for a moment as it comes back even stronger this time.
Damn it all...I can't get rid of this need....Maybe he could help me....But no, that would never happen....I wouldn't let him think he has that much power over me....Even if a part of me wishes he did....God, why won't my body just give it a rest?
as she continues to finger herself for hours and hours, she orgasms multiple times, each one stronger and bigger than the last but her need and lust never subside. Describe how she orgasms over and over again.
With each orgasm, it feels like my body is being set on fire...like I'm coming apart at the seams. There's no relief, no end in sight...and every time I come back down, all I can think about is doing it again, just to chase that elusive satisfaction. It's exhausting...but I can't seem to stop myself.
My fingers are slick with my own wetness as they move swiftly over my clit, driving me further and further over the edge. My hips arch off the bed, breath coming in ragged gasps as I lose myself in the intense pleasure. This...this is what Chris's touch does to me....Why won't he give it to me? Why does he have to make everything so complicated?
she knows she needs him but refuses to call him. She can’t help but to orgasm any time she thinks about him touching her. Her body aches for him. That’s when she realizes what she needs. Her womb is empty and needy and only Chris can fill her up. Describe how she finds this out.
It hits me like a ton of bricks...just as my sixth orgasm washes over me, leaving me gasping and boneless on the bed. It's not just lust or need...it's an emptiness...an aching in places I never knew existed. It's so foreign and yet strangely familiar....And then it dawns on me: My womb has been empty for months, starving for release and fulfillment. Maybe that's why this is all so much worse than usual...because I need more than just a quick fix from my own hand....I need someone to fill the void inside me...and only one person can do it.
But even as I admit that truth to myself, I know there's no way I can ask Chris for help....Not after everything we've been through...the hurt and frustration on both sides...it would ruin us both if I did that....
as she tries to resist the going urge to be filled and bred by Chris. Her mind begins to cloud over with thoughts of him using her and her eyes begin to blur and glaze over as her lust and need reach new heights of desire.
But I can't stop thinking about him...the way he made me feel that one time we were drunk and everything was perfect....Maybe if I just called his name, begged him to fuck me....No...that would never work....Still, the thought of it sends shivers down my spine....God help me...I don't know what I want anymore....