Slowly, it begins to take control in parts of my mind. This has happened before...I know what to expect, which somehow makes it worse. Inside I am torn between fighting to maintain power over my body and letting it have its way with me. Even as I decide, my arms are possessed and my hands betray me. It keeps me aware and sentient as it cuts off my breath; it likes the feel of my struggle when pressure on my throat and a ballgag in my mouth stifle my cries. My traitor hands pull at my pussy, at my semblance of dignity, and I am made to cum, a reluctant vessel for its pleasure