Day 1: Possession-Ception

Abigail let out a heavy sigh as she slumped onto the sink. Not even bothering to even consider fixing or touching up her makeup, she stood there, contemplating her life. Knowing that, in only a few minutes, she'd have to deal with boarding a flight and all the fun that came with that, she silently appreciated the coolness of the probably-gross sink.

Feeling her phone vibrate in her back pocket, Abigail considered pulling it out. No doubt it was a text from her wife, reminding Abigail to pump before the flight home. Maybe a picture, too, probably alongside a joke about how their child wasn't screaming and crying, unlike the seemingly-mandated one on every single flight. Maybe... a "saucy" picture, teasing Abigail about what was waiting at home, legs spread and that glint in her eyes...

Abigail bit down on her lip as she began to rub her thighs together, the denim of her jeans creating a bit of a ruckus. Shutting her eyes, her mind began to wander, constructing a scene. Her wife, meeting her at the door, teasing Abigail about being jet-lagged before slyly mentioning how their child was out cold and wouldn't wake up for anything. The deep kiss that followed, each hand frantic in its attempts to strip off any and all articles of clothing as they stumbled into the bedroom. The silent pause as they each contemplated bringing up the lack of shaving during Abigail's trip before...

Abigail's fantasy was shredded as she felt a cold, metallic sensation at the base of her spine. Her eyes shot open, only to immediately struggle to keep them open as her eyelids insisted on drooping back down. Forcing herself to stay awake, she managed to look over her shoulder and catch a glimpse of a massive grin peeking out from behind a face mask, a pair of piercing blue eyes lecherously sizing her up, and what looked like a pile of skin laying on the floor of a stall, its door flying open and slamming shut again and again. Before she could even begin to process what was happening to her, her mind went dark, her body deflating into a pile of warm, steamy skin in the grasp of the grinning, blue-eyed man.

Wasting no time, as if he was putting on a full-body suit, the man jammed both legs into the "wound" on Abigail's …