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When Alex stumbled groggily into her bathroom, she didn't have any reason to think today would be different than any other. Her long red hair swayed subtly as she stripped her nightgown, haphazardly dropped it to the linoleum floor, and placed her toes on the cool tiles of her shower. She closed her eyes and yawned, closing the cloudy, glass door behind her and reached for the knobs to turn on the water. Having done this a thousand times before, she knew exactly where the knobs were without looking, but her hand gripped empty air and bumped into the shower wall.
Surprised, but still not suspecting anything was wrong, she opened her eyes and saw that the hot and cold knobs were missing. Somehow she had rotated herself 90 degrees and was facing the wrong wall. Or at least that is what she thought. But as she turned, the next wall was just featureless tiles as well. Turning again, so was the next. And the next. The first pangs of panic started to swell in her stomach as she turned around and around, all four sides being solid tiles. No knobs. No shower door. No shower head. Even the drain at the bottom of the shower was gone and she was trapped in a chamber that looked like her shower, but had no entrance or exit. Unable to comprehend what was happening, she slammed her fists on the wall, but it was solid and unmoving.
It was only a few seconds before she realized that no amount of physical force would be able to break her out of her Kafkaesque prison, but what else could she do? What would happen next? Even if she had hours to contemplate it, she never would have guessed what was about to hit her. It started as a tingling down between her legs that was completely overshadowed by the panic. But it grew and grew until she could not ignore how aroused she was. She curled her toes, trying to control her body, as a line of her liquid arousal traced her inner thigh. Her heart began to beat faster and faster and before she knew what was happening, pleasure spiked within her and she began to climax.
Alex hunched over, leaning on the shower wall, confused and scared, trying to ignore the pleasure lapping at her lower body. Her folds spasmed and convulsed, released a tiny spritz of cum. She knew in a few seconds, the spontaneous orgasm would subside and she could try to figure out how this could have happened without the slightest bit of stimulation… but it didn't. 30 seconds, 45 seconds, 1 whole minute passed and the climax didn't stop. She couldn't stop herself from panting and a moan escaped her lips. Another minute passed and it was only getting more intense. Alex was never a squirter, but her pussy had begun to spray a light stream of transparent cum each time she involuntarily convulsed. She summoned all her willpower to stop this madness, but her body refused to obey, and trying to stop it only made it more intense. She arched her back, crying out loudly as a bigger wave of pleasure passed through her, now emanating from her womanhood into her arms and legs, all the way down to her toes. Accompanying the full-body orgasm, her pussy began to squirt even more of her liquid lust against her will.
As the minutes passed slowly and the orgasm didn't show any sign of stopping or even slowing down, her cum had begun to collect at the bottom of the shower. It was already up to her ankles. Alex clutched her crotch with her hand, desperately trying to gain control of her body again. If she couldn't stop the climax, maybe she could at least stop the ejaculation. But that proved to be just as impossible. She came even harder, and her pussy juice shot out of her, forcing its way through her fingers, dribbling down her long, smooth legs messily, and adding to the growing pool she was now standing in. She cried out, tears running down her cheeks, begging whatever uncaring force was making this happen to her, to please, please, PLEASE! Just let her stop cumming! But she was not allowed to stop, even for a moment. After two hours of constant climax, when her cum had risen past her hips and continued to creep up her stomach, even though she would never know the reason, Alex knew she was absolutely required to experience the uttermost pleasure anyone had ever felt.
Thanks to Cock-atrice Curse for the art!
Surprised, but still not suspecting anything was wrong, she opened her eyes and saw that the hot and cold knobs were missing. Somehow she had rotated herself 90 degrees and was facing the wrong wall. Or at least that is what she thought. But as she turned, the next wall was just featureless tiles as well. Turning again, so was the next. And the next. The first pangs of panic started to swell in her stomach as she turned around and around, all four sides being solid tiles. No knobs. No shower door. No shower head. Even the drain at the bottom of the shower was gone and she was trapped in a chamber that looked like her shower, but had no entrance or exit. Unable to comprehend what was happening, she slammed her fists on the wall, but it was solid and unmoving.
It was only a few seconds before she realized that no amount of physical force would be able to break her out of her Kafkaesque prison, but what else could she do? What would happen next? Even if she had hours to contemplate it, she never would have guessed what was about to hit her. It started as a tingling down between her legs that was completely overshadowed by the panic. But it grew and grew until she could not ignore how aroused she was. She curled her toes, trying to control her body, as a line of her liquid arousal traced her inner thigh. Her heart began to beat faster and faster and before she knew what was happening, pleasure spiked within her and she began to climax.
Alex hunched over, leaning on the shower wall, confused and scared, trying to ignore the pleasure lapping at her lower body. Her folds spasmed and convulsed, released a tiny spritz of cum. She knew in a few seconds, the spontaneous orgasm would subside and she could try to figure out how this could have happened without the slightest bit of stimulation… but it didn't. 30 seconds, 45 seconds, 1 whole minute passed and the climax didn't stop. She couldn't stop herself from panting and a moan escaped her lips. Another minute passed and it was only getting more intense. Alex was never a squirter, but her pussy had begun to spray a light stream of transparent cum each time she involuntarily convulsed. She summoned all her willpower to stop this madness, but her body refused to obey, and trying to stop it only made it more intense. She arched her back, crying out loudly as a bigger wave of pleasure passed through her, now emanating from her womanhood into her arms and legs, all the way down to her toes. Accompanying the full-body orgasm, her pussy began to squirt even more of her liquid lust against her will.
As the minutes passed slowly and the orgasm didn't show any sign of stopping or even slowing down, her cum had begun to collect at the bottom of the shower. It was already up to her ankles. Alex clutched her crotch with her hand, desperately trying to gain control of her body again. If she couldn't stop the climax, maybe she could at least stop the ejaculation. But that proved to be just as impossible. She came even harder, and her pussy juice shot out of her, forcing its way through her fingers, dribbling down her long, smooth legs messily, and adding to the growing pool she was now standing in. She cried out, tears running down her cheeks, begging whatever uncaring force was making this happen to her, to please, please, PLEASE! Just let her stop cumming! But she was not allowed to stop, even for a moment. After two hours of constant climax, when her cum had risen past her hips and continued to creep up her stomach, even though she would never know the reason, Alex knew she was absolutely required to experience the uttermost pleasure anyone had ever felt.
Thanks to Cock-atrice Curse for the art!
