♡ Punishment - Dinner's on You ♡

The sun was low in the sky, casting a fading orange over the mercenary camp that slowly drifted to darker hues. The earlier animosity had cleared up entirely and the mercenaries that had previously been wielding weapons had swapped them out for flagons of beer, singing merrily around the campfire in such a jovial and harmless way that you might forget they were all bloodthirsty killers. The victory of their lieutenant over an outside interloper had done a lot to lift their spirits and the subject of their karmic debt balance had been waylaid-- a problem for another day.

The Chief Engineer, Flowers, stirred a bowl of curry rice with a big spoon, then ladled a generous portion into her mouth, slurping noisily. She was about the only mercenary in camp using a bowl at that moment. "Aw, Bugs, I still say we should have done a Hawaiian BBQ! I'll bet there's another timeline or something where we did do a Hawaiian BBQ, because it's suuuuch a good idea!" the smallest of the mercenaries pouted around a mouthful of her meal.

Bugs chortled, keeping her arms crossed beneath her heavy bosom. "Maybe next time. You beat Redd and that's just what we'll do. But for tonight, I'm keepin' the menu like I wanted it, along with the dinnerware," she growled, salivating so hard that it was dripping from her bottom lip down to the tops of her breasts. "That's the mercenary way. To the victor goes the spoils and all that."

"Hmmm, then why aren't you over there with the dealer right now?"

"I just wanna give me mates a fair shot first. Once a big dog like me goes in, there's not scraps left for the littler ones, heh heh."

"There'd be more left if you were a little less messy with it..."

"Mercenaries like to do things messy, Flowers." Bugs ruffled the other girl's hair with her over-sized mitt, then lumbered over to where her other fellow mercs were gathered.

It seemed like everybody in the camp-- save Flowers and the boss-- had all lined up to get a piece of the Robin Redd dinner special. When Robin had first met Bugs, she'd envisioned something like this: her lying on a table, surrounded by hungry drooling mercenaries looking at her like she was a meal instead of a human being. Of course, when she'd envisioned that scenario, she thought they were going to be a bunch of cannibals used to feasting on human flesh to shore up their thin rations.

That turned out to be a little off the mark. Instead, Bugs's idea had been to turn her into a decidedly lowbrow version of the human sushi platter, by covering her body-- especially the indecent areas of her breasts and pussy-- with that evening's dinner of rice and curry that Flowers had prepared per the lieutenant's instructions.

One might think that the hot, goopy, soupy dinner slathered all over her body would make Robin squirm, but instead, she lay upon the picnic table ramrod straight with her arms at her sides. The instructions of the hour meant that everyone was encouraged to forego spoons and use their faces instead. That meant that merc after burly female merc was getting their grub on by approaching Robin and sticking their face directly onto her body, lapping with their tongues and taking little nibbles here and there. To move or show resistance right now would be the height of futility.

So instead, Robin shuddered with a mixture of fright and arousal as women's lips pressed up against her shoulders, her legs, her abdomen, and especially her breasts. A few went for the neck. A couple had the bright idea to have it ladled into her mouth and eat it directly out with a French kiss. Robin lacked confidence that she'd find a shower anywhere in the world that could wash this feeling of being molested as a mercenary camp's dinner off afterward, but she was especially certain she wouldn't find one out here in the desert.

"Oooh... Tis horrible and brutish," Colline muttered, watching with wide eyes through the cracks of her fingers while squeezing her legs together. "Especially how they've avoided that one spot!"

Indeed, no one had gone for the main course yet. As the crowd of mercenaries parted, Robin finally understood why. It wasn't an act of decency on their part that had kept the thugs from sticking their face between her legs and enjoying the little pool of rice and curry gathered there. Rather, they knew to whom they owed the pleasure, and it was time for the big dog to get her due.

Bugs approached with a huge grin on her face, salivating even worse than usual and making no attempt to wipe it off her chin this time. "He he he he... You really know how to treat your customers, Redd. I'm gonna enjoy this," she chuckled, then seemed to begin panting like a dog, unable to hold back her excitement any longer.

Robin gasped as she felt Bugs slap two big hands onto her thighs, then the big merc pushed her face directly into Robin's groin, licking eagerly at her pussy to collect all of the grains of rice and sloppy curry slathered there. Bugs made a loud slurping noise-- loud enough to be heard even over the cheers of the other soldiers-- as she sucked at Robin's slit, going at it like a dog lapping at its bowl. She never seemed to tire, no matter how much she licked. Robin couldn't avoid squirming now, kicking her legs with indignation at the woman's reckless technique.

"Th-There can't possibly be anything left there!" Robin finally told Bugs, beating at the other girl's back with her fist to try to signal it was time to get off.

"Huh? You the kind of person who throws away an apple once you see the core? I eat the whole thing," Bugs snickered. "Which is to say, we're only just gettin' started, mate."

Bugs stuck her tongue out farther-- farther than seemed humanly possible-- and inserted it slowly inside of Robin, between her lower lips. Her tongue went deep, hitting parts that didn't seem possible from Robin's traditional knowledge of cunnilingus, lapping in and out. She couldn't move her legs with Bugs' hands pressing down on them, but her torso thrashed this way and that at the unfamiliar sensation wracking her body.

The other mercenaries joined back in too, licking at her breasts, cheeks, and all over, no longer tasting curry, but just the flavor of their captive and her sweating flesh.

Robin couldn't move any longer, or even speak, as the tongue of a mercenary she didn't know explored inside her mouth. The feeling of being licked and nibbled at by the entire fighting strength of the Soldiers of Fortune was making her mind go numb.

With no further control over her body, she felt her hips buck, and she began to squirt upon the face of the biggest lieutenant of the bunch. The other woman didn't look surprised or even affected, instead continuing to wear a big grin and a soulless look in her deep, charcoal eyes as Robin's spray hit her face. "Heh heh heh heh... You're never leavin' this camp, you know that, right? A pretty thing like you's gonna do wonders for the morale of me troops," she cackled, then gave Robin another big lick across her pussy that made her hips rise up again to meet it. "Seems to me by them reactions of yours, you might even start to enjoy it!"

Robin couldn't say whether she would or not, as she was passed from the tongue of one mercenary and the next for the remainder of the night.

--YOU LOSE--

Return to the casino and try again!