Alysia frowned as she saw the scene.  She hadn't thought Esther was that easy.  Still, it wasn't any of her business.  She stumbled, instinctively trying to pull away, as Carl's hands suddenly curved around her narrow waist.  Why was he?  This wasn't...  She tried to focus through the haze, only for the world to spin and tumble.  Her stomach screamed in protest as she suddenly found herself bouncing off of a soft surface.  She sucked in a noisy breath through her nose, trying to calm her stomach as the bed continued to bounce due to the movement's of Carl and Esther.<br/><br/>She felt what could only be her pants being pulled down and off.  She had long athletic legs with a hint of a tan, she was wearing a rather simple Calvin Klein thong beneath her jeans, the simple grey fabric at once simple and alluring.  It buried itself between the cheeks of her ass, accentuated their toned nature and showing that when she was in the sun she usually wore something that provided a bit more coverage.  A triangle of paler skin was visible even with the thong on.  She mumbled a muffled protest into the bed beneath her, even as she felt him tugging at her shirt.  She couldn't seem to figure out how to control her own body, and while she knew it was all wrong, she could do little to fight it.  Her bra was a match, in brand and colour, to her thong.  A simple grey thing that strained against her impressive endowments.<br/><br/>"Shtop!"  She protested as well, as she saw the scene unfolding between Carl and Esther, she twisted and tried to reach out.  As she did, darkness seemed to rise up and grab her.  Her hand outstretched as if trying to grab at a lifeline.  Then, the sound of Carl abusing Esther in her ears, she faded into unconsciousness.<br/><br/>Alysia groaned her way back to wakefulness.  Her mouth tasted foul, her eyes didn't want to focus... no, she'd lost her contacts.  She tried to move, but her wrists were bound.  She still felt unfocused, still felt hazy, but her mind seemed to have regained some control over her body.  She heard Carl, heard Esther, and rage flared.  Somehow, she felt like she was supposed to have protected the other girl.  She twisted and bounced in an attempt to get to her feet, unaware the show she was putting on for Carl.  Her breasts, impressive in size, bounced around as she moved.<br/><br/>"Why."  She began to demand as she felt Carl grab her, only to stumble and nearly trip as wobbly legs nearly gave out beneath her.  She grunted in distaste as his mouth found hers, as his tongue pressed into it.  At least he wasn't hurting Esther anymore...  She grunted again as his hands began to explore her.  He had no right but, bound as she was, she had no way to stop him.  She could transform... maybe, but then he'd know.  And, anyway, could she even break cuffs?  She felt his hand digging into her firm ass, and felt his hand mauling her full breast.  She was more than a handful, and as he moved the hard nub of her nipple rubbed against his palm.<br/><br/>She couldn't see the poster as she slammed into the wall, at least not well enough to make out what it was.  She could however feel his penis, still covered in the mixed juices of his prior lovemaking, rubbing against her.  She let out a whine, and tried to pull her head away in protest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">She rolled a 1 so I decided to go with it.<br/>At 2019-06-19 02:34:54, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a-4 Result: -3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137444)</div></div>