♡ Punishment- Devil's Hood Ornament ♡ (Devil Power +1)

"Groovy choice, Robbie-Baby. It just makes sense, doesn't it? Fight fire with hellfire! I've listened to that girl go on and on and on about all her flamethrowers and things and I'm like... rolling my eyes over here," Lucky Betty chuckled, showing her fangs in a toothy grin.

"Just to be clear, we are not burning her alive. I'm getting a kind of burning her alive vibe from the things you're saying and that is not happening," Robin whispered, beginning to regret her decision to hand this over to a devil.

"You're hurting me, right here!" Betty play-sobbed, pressing her hands over her breast. "I'm not into burning people, that's the Chief Screwball of the Soldiers of Fortune you're thinking of. You and me are on the same team, don't start doubting that now. Especially not right now, because for this next part, you and I have got to get real, real intimate. Like 'me inside of you' intimate."

"Okay, I know you're small, and I get the kink, but you're not that small, you're not going to fit."

Betty groaned. "Just sit back and let me show you what it's all about." The devil was done beating around the bush. "Close your eyes and let it happen."

Following the devil's instructions had worked out pretty well for Robin so far, so she had no reason to feel any doubt, even as the other woman wrapped her arms around her neck and began to slowly lower herself into Robin's bosom. Not between the breasts, no-- inside the bosom, traveling downward through her heart like a painless spike. Betty's body melted into a spreading warmth, traveling from Robin's center out towards her extremities as the devil's smiling face disappeared inside her frame.

Robin felt her body begin to change. Curled horns rose from her skull. Her hair, formerly half black, half red, went an even more vibrant, bloody shade of red, and her eyes glowed with an unnatural orange hue, vaguely coloring the world around her. Finally, she felt the leathery wings of a bat begin to sprout from her back, not cutting her clothing, simply appearing as though they'd always been there, only invisible.

But these changes weren't invisible. The entire camp of mercenaries saw it and stared with mouths gaping and eyes wide. They'd been all over the world, fought all sorts of opponents, but none of them had seen a devil possession play out before them this way. Some of them even trembled or backed away in terror.

Flowers didn't have any such reservations. Despite being the most **** of them all, at arm's length and totally naked without a thread on her, let alone a weapon, she smiled brightly with her big, excited eyes shining. "Y-You're an actual devil! Not just a demon like the boss calls herself, a real demon! That is sooooo cool! Can you breathe fire!? Can you teach me to breathe fire?!" she questioned, hopping up and down shamelessly.

"Oh, honey, that's the sort of thing you should ask me after you beat me at Blackjack! Unfortunately, I'm the one who's beaten you. You remember our deal, right?" Robin asked, wearing the sultry smirk of the demon who'd flown inside of her. "I'm the one that gets to make demands."

"Oh, alright... I can teach you something instead! Whaddya wanna know? How to make a flamethrower? No, demons already know that stuff... How about how to make a flamethrower that's also a grenade launcher?!"

"Nothing like that. What I do need is one of your vehicles."

"Do you want a tank? Eeeeeverybody always wants a tank, in my experience, even though I personally like a camper van, it's so much roomier with space for all my stuff-"

Robin raised one hand with her palm out to silence the overactive rambling of her opponent. "I'm picturing something a little... sportier."

The fused entity of Robin and Betty sat in the driver's seat of a cherry red, low-rider muscle car with a satisfied expression on her face, admiring her features first in the side mirrors' reflection, then in the rear view. The Soldiers of Fortune had one nice car to donate, surprise surprise-- one that didn't look like it had been half blown to shit by landmines or stored in a desert climate for years. She wasn't sure who it properly belonged to, but this was Betty at the wheel, not Colline-- it was finder's keepers.

Speaking of rear views... she had to appreciate the hood ornament they'd donated her as well. Flowers had been all ready to pack it up and get changed when she finished gifting Robin the car, but instead, she'd been whisked up in the arms of the devil and quickly bound in fiendish chains. They'd wrapped each of her legs and arms, tying her to the warm hood of the vehicle, tits down, ass up. Said ass was permanently mashed up against the glass window-shield, making the car impossible to drive. Thankfully, Robin wasn't planning on driving it anywhere; she was just admiring the view and testing out the features.

"Pleeeeease, let me gooooo! I gotta start training in Blackjack for my come back arc where I win next time!" Flowers pleaded, wiggling as much as she could in protest. This accomplished nothing but wiping her butt back and forth against the windshield.

"No can do, honey. At least until your karmic debt counter gets a little lower. Think of it as your mileage-- nobody wants a car with that many miles on it, do they? A real cherry has a low number."

"I don't know what you're talking about, actually! But I kiiiiinda get the feeling that metaphor wouldn't really work even if I did! You can't reverse a car's mileage, dumb-dumb!"

"Dumb-dumb? Is that any way to talk to a winner like me?" Robin cackled, then pressed a button on the console.

On command, a jet of soapy water shot out from the windshield's base, spraying Flowers directly in the bare spot between her legs. "Ooooohohoho!" she cried out, pursing her lips and curling her toes. "Not there! Stooooop!"

The unusual play didn't end there. The windshield wipers began to squeak across the surface of the soapy glass, only to stop as they hit resistance, bumping up on the underside of the girl's posterior. As she yelped, the wipers both reversed course; now, the other side hit against the topside of her hips. The failed windshield wiping motion proceeded over and over again, relentlessly, bouncing her bottom back and forth as Robin hammered the cleaning jet to continuously spray her victim's pussy.

"Isn't this a waste of a good car?! If you were gonna do this you could have picked one of the crappier ones!"

"Please, this is me being merciful. Those rusted car hoods would have damaged your delicate skin."

"Oh, yeah, cause this is soooo gentle-eeeeheheheheeeeooooh!"

Robin pushed the side view mirror to one side just so, creating a beam of heat that shot onto Flowers' right ass cheek. To her surprise, that seemed to activate something-- Flower suddenly sprayed all over the windowshield, perhaps a masochistic reaction. Her squirt ended up mixing with the soap suds there and was promptly wiped away.

"You stay tied up here, nice and comfortable, while I go seek out another opponent with a higher karmic debt. Anyone you'd recommend?"

"T-There's nothing comfortable about this! Hey, can you turn off the car so the engine stops rattling?! The hood keeps bouncing up and down against my boobs and it's driving me crazy!" True to her word, it seemed like she was just going to keep squirting over and over again if this kept up.

Robin gave a shrug, leaving the keys in the engine and the motor running as she abandoned her vehicle. At the same time, Betty abandoned her possessed ride, jumping out of Robin's body to land back on her shoulder. The dealer's form was quickly returned to its usual state. "That was... certainly something, Betty! You've got a twisted sense for these things."

"Why thank you!" the devil chortled. "I had a great time. Tag me in again next time, okay, Robbie-Baby? Or we can just tie Colline up and do that with her whenever. She'd look great on the front of the Hell Roller."

Even Robin couldn't help but laugh at the mental image. "Let's make sure to bring Flowers some water later. She's going to get pretty dehydrated, with all this desert heat. Feel that sun! Whew!"

That said, things weren't all sunshine. While they'd been getting carried away with that punishment, the ring of mercenaries had closed in on them. The bravest, biggest, and baddest seemed to be muscling their way to the front to take **** for their fallen comrade...

TO BE CONTINUED WITH NEXT CHALLENGER