Cheesecake
Star
- Joined
- May 17, 2011
Even after she had been running around this prison for a few hours, April Matthews still couldn't believe this was happening. The whole mission had went sour the minute they realised that she was a spy, trying to infiltrate their organisation. The thirty-year-old blonde had to catch her breath, having just ran for what felt like fifteen minutes non-stop. Looking over her shoulder, she was relieved to find that the men that had been chasing her were now gone... and she could at least have a little rest. For now. Wiping away some of the dirt from her figure-hugging catsuit (which had been torn away between her legs, and at the chest area where one breast was exposed) she sat down and closed her eyes. She wanted to cry, but she was stronger than that. April couldn't give up, she couldn't let them win. No. She was going to show them that they weren't going to get away with this. Glancing at the device that had been strapped to her wrist, the numbers flashed a horrible story. 15% it said. The effects of the bimbofication were already starting.
A noise sprung her up from her seat, causing the woman to jump in fear. She never used to be like this. On a normal day, the thought of four guys pouncing on her wasn't something she would worry about. In fact, it was just routine. She could fight them off no problem, but suddenly she lost the ability to keep them away. Like there was something inside of her that didn't quite want to put up a fight. That the thought of four guys pounding her rotten was a dream come true. April frowned at what she was thinking, picking up her pace once more. They weren't going to catch her -- no!
A noise sprung her up from her seat, causing the woman to jump in fear. She never used to be like this. On a normal day, the thought of four guys pouncing on her wasn't something she would worry about. In fact, it was just routine. She could fight them off no problem, but suddenly she lost the ability to keep them away. Like there was something inside of her that didn't quite want to put up a fight. That the thought of four guys pounding her rotten was a dream come true. April frowned at what she was thinking, picking up her pace once more. They weren't going to catch her -- no!