Alysia felt a pang of guilt at Esther's words.  She didn't actively resist as Carl tried to pull them up but, handcuffed as she was, she didn't really have to.  He wasn't super-powered, at least not in terms of strength, which made the situation all the worse.  She could accepting fucking it up for herself, but for Esther?<br/><br/>She grunted as she was lifted, arms under her breasts to force them upward and compress her ribs, back pressed against Carl.  It wasn't a comfortable way to get carried, and she made it worse by squirming and putting up at least some token resistance.  The shower was almost a welcome relief.  A chance to get clean, to get the remnants of his affection off of her.  She glared at Carl as he handcuffed her into a new positions, her shoulders protesting.  She realized, as the cuff locked again, that she had missed her chance.  She should have fought, resisted, something.  But it was too late.  She was on display.  The water tracing every curve of her fully developed but youthfully blessed body.  Over her firm breasts pulled upward by the position of her arms, down her flat stomach, over the still reddened lips of her sex.  She yelped at the cold, jerking sideways, but relaxed slightly as the cold turned warm.  It was almost relaxing, almost.<br/><br/>She didn't quite yelp as he slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the narrow confines.  She didn't quite moan.  She bit back a sound, a mix of pleasure and pain.  She realized, just in time for the second slap, that she'd almost enjoyed it.  She did yelp for the second slap, jerking her hips away, slipping, and nearly loosing her balance.  She caught herself even as Carl vanished back out the door.  She yanked on the rod, but it was clearly too strong to break.  She examined how it was fastened, but that too was firmly done.  That it was so strong surprised her.  Why had he put in the time and money?  Had he somehow planned it?  Had he done this all before?  She frowned, but his return cut off that line of thought.<br/><br/>As the sound of the camera, her face went red.  If she'd been able to cover herself she would have, instead all she could do was catalogue her body from every angle.  Then, realizing that staring at him meant her face was in the picture, turn her head away to try and be at least slightly anonymous.  She hoped, prayed, that he wouldn't share the images.  If he didn't she might have a chance of getting them and destroying them.  If he did... well, nothing was ever lost on the internet.  That much she knew.<br/><br/>Alysia pressed her lips together as best she could as Carl began to kiss her, his fingers in her wet hair.  She heard Esther's protest, and while she didn't fault the girl, it seemed like an odd protest given the situation.  The slap brought a curse to her lips and a glare to her eyes, but, even yanking at the cuffs, she still couldn't free herself.  Distracted by the sound of the shower and what was going on, she failed to hear anything else.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-07-04 00:21:45, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137802)<br/>I forgot her +2 but still failed.</div></div><br/><br/>If Carl hadn't turned his attention to her, Alysia likely would have taunted him.  But, as he grabbed her hips and aimed yet again, she bit back any comment.  As long as he was focused on her, he wasn't hurting Esther.  She threw the girl an apologetic look, even as she felt Carl slid into her.  She bounced with him as he began to thrust, the feel of it almost mechanical.  She wasn't aroused as before, but neither was she unprepared.  She could feel him inside of her, using her, abusing her, and again she could do nothing about it.  She shut her eyes and tried to focus on one of the meditative trances she had read about once, but it failed to work.  All she could do was feel the skin on skin contact, the friction of his lovemaking.  All she could think about was how she'd failed Esther.<br/><br/>Her lip curled as she felt the tempo change.  Then, a shouted warning, a strange sound.  Alysia opened her eyes, and felt like she was acting in slow motion.  She saw the other woman act.  She felt Carl pull out of her.  She tried to duck but the floor didn't stay beneath her.  She was falling, spinning, something?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Pregnancy</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-07-04 00:47:43, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137803)</div></div>