Among the pain that went through her slender, naked ballerina body from her anus, the blonde, voluptuous crimefighter realized of that fact. Pandora had never been in such jeopardy. Her body, paralyzed by the scopolamine, was unable to stop the cruel ramming that scorched her back…unable to stop the brutal milking of a pair of invisible hands that menaced to burst her massive mammary implants. Raised a feet over the carpet of her bedroom, impaled by the most massive cock that Pandora had never felt into her, shaking as a ragdoll by a powerful, invisible entity, the queen of the boobverse felt that her fate was sealed. That perfidious stalker had beaten her. 

          “Screech of pain, Pandora….I want to hear you to scream…to cry…to tear…to beg for mercy….Implore my mercy, bitch…..ha, ha, ha….”.-Grunted Rodshire, feeling as the power of his host, the Voyeur, increased again, inflamed by his insidious lust. 

               Thought the avatar of Aphrodite felt as the incredible, filthy lust of her conqueror filled her mighty 42HHH boobs, her drugged muscles were unable to use its power.  Somehow, proudly, Pandora didn´t screamed, or howled or begged for mercy. Despite of the pain that her naked, paralyzed body was suffering…despite that the busty blonde woman was conscious of her shameful, ultimate fate.

         But, then, another felling began to grow on her mind. She, the proud Pandora, the dominant Pandora, able to make horny crowds of men and women..the woman that was able to submit those crowds with her busty body and overwhelming sensuality, felt that he idea of been totally submitted, raped and maybe killed by an stronger, clever opponent was terribly…excited. The voluptuous heroic stripper had barely thought on that fact since she had faced, and almost defeated, by Madame Madeleine. Pandora had decided that her words were just a fake psychological jabber to confuse her mind but now, while her numb, sculptural ballerina body began to feel an unmistakable trickle of bliss, she thought that the villainess words were, after all, true. She was lived on the edge, fighting the crime as provocatively as she could, even nude, expecting a complete defeat that leads her busty body and twisted mind to a new, unthinkable summit of pleasure, unreachable by her ordinary sexual prowess and performances.  And now, finally, in her room, Pandora felt as that twisted desire of unbearable ecstasy began to be true, little by little, turning on her numb body as a supernova. 

        “Screech of pain, bitch!!!!   Howl of agony as the harlot you are!!!! Scream with anguish the name of Rodshire!!! The man that raped you to death!!! Ha, ha, ha!!!”.-Yelled triumphant the villain, conscious of his complete superiority over the busty heroine. 

        Somehow, despite of the unbearable pain that scorched wildly her anus and breasts, another overwhelming, unexpected feeling began to went though her slender ballerina body…a devastating, unknown for her, tsunami of bliss.

      “Oh by Aphrodite.  He is killing me but I am horny as hell….I…I am a twisted woman…I…I am cumming…I…feel so good…I….”.-Thought Pandora while her fleshy lips, opened in a obscene “a”, began to screech in lecherous pleasure…while her milked teats began to flow with milk…while the inner of her drugged womanhood began to flood with her own cum. 

            Behind her, Rodshire kept ramming wildly, savagely as trying to pierce completely the flaccid, busty body of her drugged, defenseless prey with his hired, massive dick. But, somehow, while the erotic screeches and moans of Pandora drilled his ears, the villain felt as his power (in fact, the power of his “host” was beginning to decrease).

          “I kill you busty bitch!!!! I will burst your fucked boobs!!!!”.-Roared cruelly Rodshire, squeezing the large, rounded breasts of the heroic stripper as hard as he could.  But, immediately, he realized that something was wrong.

           In fact, his strength was decreasing fast. As louder the screams of Pandora resounded on his mind, weaker his host was.  Immediately, the evil spirit realized that the power of his host was fed by the facts of stalking his prey, as anticipation of the pain, fear and anguish that he planned to apply against her. Somehow, that prey, the blonde busty Pandora, didn´t feels such a feelings.  The overwhelming pain that, doubtless,  she was suffering, was only exciting more and more in a bizarre, incomprehensible way. And worse, that exacerbate bliss was working over the Voyeur as a poison. 

         Desperate, Rodshire felt as the control over his avatar weakened.-“No…not yet….She is doomed!!!! Doomed!!!!!”.-Roared the villain, seeing as his grip over the mighty knockers of Pandora released. And worse.  He became visible. 

         Overwhelmed by her unleashed ecstasy, Pandora felt as the strength of her foe was decreasing fast. Not only his large hands, now visible, had released her mauled, milked boobs but also the blonde ballerina felt as his titanic erection became flaccid fast. Also, with surprise, Pandora felt as the pressure of her cum, uncorked the drugged tampon that closed her crotch. She was still defenceless due to the effect of the scopolamine but, at least, no more of that insidious poison would drug her an longer.

       “Fucked rapist!!! We can still kill her…making her to scream…to sufer!!!!!!  She is ours!!!!!”.-Howled in despair Rodshire, feeling as the blonde heroine, free of his hands, free of his massive cock, fell to the ground as a ragdoll. Pandora was still motionless but free of his deadly embrace. The evil villain discovered that the will of his host was impressive. Only the common objective of make Pandora suffer had allowed him to possess him. Somehow, the repulsion that the Voyeur felt to the pleasure of her prey had broken that impious symbiosis.

   “I…I will control you….I…I kill her…I…I am Rodshire…I…I am invincible…..”.-Thought  the fiendish spirit, falling on his knees in the middle of the dark room, applying every atom of his malevolent will to control his host meanwhile, close to her, the motionless Pandora, fallen over her soft, large airbags of flesh, began to feel, little by little, as her numb body returned to live.