"Well, I certainly enjoyed that!" Mack announced, a long hour later.
Jarod just moaned, feeling completely wrecked, unable to even roll onto his back from his stomach. His bed now lay in splinters on the floor.
"I'm off to get something to eat," Mack added, cheerfully. "Want me to get anything before we start round two?"
Jarod just shut his eyes.
"No?" asked Mack, with mock concern. "Well, maybe I can get you a few gallons of ice cream, some cakes, and other stuff."
"Anyway, just call if you need anything," Mack continued, setting Jarod's cell phone just out of reach. He then set down the portable Chronivac's portable emitter on the dresser across the room. "Could you keep an eye on this for me?"
Laughing, Mack walked out of the room. A little while later, the outer door opened and shut, leaving Jarod alone.
Jarod eyed the emitter and struggled to rise, or even roll over. He suspected he'd gained even more weight during the time Mack had raped him. Struggling quickly wore him out, and he was half napping when a knock sounded on the apartment's door.
Jarod's eyes opened, and he tried to call out-- only to discover all he could do was moan. His mouth was too dry. Breathing had become difficult with all his weight pressing on his lungs.
The knock sounded again. Followed by the scraping noise of a key in the door's lock. The door creaked open.
"Maintenance! Is anyone in?" called out a man's voice. A radio squawked unintelligibly.
"Yeah, I'm in the dorm apartment now," the man's voice replied as footsteps approached. Then stopped. In the bedroom door appeared an overweight, middle-aged man in a janitor's uniform. The man stared at Jarod.
The janitor's eyes took in Jarod, the ruined bed, then the cell phone and the portable emitter. The janitor moved over to the emitter, studied it a moment, pointed it at Jarod, then pressed a button.
"Some people shouldn't play with Chronivacs," the janitor commented, slipping the portable emitter into his left back pocket. "We've got cracks in the ceiling below, and a leaking pipe. It looks like we are going to have to move the students in the apartment below into temporary housing, move you and your roommate somewhere.
"Could you tell me where your roommate keeps his computer? It looks like I am going to have to confiscate it-- although if you tell anyone who took it, the Chronivac, and this emitter..., well, you can guess."
Jarod was feeling his weight decrease while the man talked.
"Don't worry," Jarod managed to croak out, and he struggled to sit up. "If you wait a few minutes, I'll even help you carry it out!"
"Thanks, but I think I can manage-- someone left a cart out in the hall," the janitor replied. "I've always wanted a Chronivac to play with, just never could afford one."