Part of hew knew that this should have ended when the orgasm happened. And when it didn't, she gave a delirious, frighten squeak into the mouth dominating her own. Her fingers clutched harder and her body bucked firmer against her, but there was no struggle of note to put a stop to it. There was no pulling back, pushing away, or anything. In fact, it was safe to say that in that non-stop euphoria, she felt utterly and completely powerless.

She knew what blacking out, what fading away was like. She had felt it once before. It terrified her to think it could happen again. But that terror was an ant amidst the sea of non-stop pleasure she was being forced to endure. And her mind was sinking.