A Horny Toad

Shuri hadn't slept. At all. Funny how something as small as a little vibrating egg could be so noticeable. But even this constant annoyance would have been tolerable if it weren't for the collar around her neck. Not just a humiliating decoration, her jailers had programmed it to work with her vibrator. Used as a **** device, it was actively monitoring her heart rate and hormones and was giving her a painful electric shock every time she neared orgasm. So far, her supple athletic body been pushed to the edge dozens of times, and zapped away from it every single time. It was absolutely maddening and she could feel her mind weakening from sheer exhaustion. Her smooth chocolate skin was practically dripping with sweat. She would give practically anything just for one shameful, humiliating orgasm.

It has been hours of this **** when the heavy vibranium doors slide open to reveal an unexpected visitor. Expecting some overgrown Gorilla clansman, instead she sees a much smaller figure. With his distinctly Caucasian features alone, he already stood out in this palace full of ebony warriors. But his pallid green skin and the way he moved, crawling unsettlingly, set him apart from even appearing human. This was clearly a mutant, but his reason for being here and what use M'Baku had for him were lost on Shuri.

"Yes yessss, Toad will take care of the princess..." Toad, aka Mortimer Toynbee, squirms his way into the room and the heavy vibranium doors slide shut behind him with barely a whisper. The princess's eyes go wide at the sight of this monstrous little man, his eyes leering out from behind greasy black hair. His dirty clothes harbor an inescapable unwashed smell that only gets worse as the former sewer dweller approaches the suspended young woman. Her body is still in its spread eagle position, thanks to her repulsor-powered vibranium cuffs, completely helpless to resist his advances.

Toad hunches his way over until he's standing directly before the princess and he stops to look her over. Smooth milk chocolate skin, toned legs with just a little thickness, a nice round bubble butt you could just bite into, and nice little perky B-cups capped with pencil eraser nippled. And all of that topped with the beautiful and privileged face of royalty. It was so rare that Toad got to enjoy such a treat and his glee was tying a knot in Shuri's stomach. That and the long prehensile tongue that kept flickering from his lips. And of course the frankly massive cock the vile mutant had visible through his ratty, oily blue jeans.

Toad straightens up a little as he assesses her, keen eyes examining her like a wolf circling a hobbled deer. His grubby hands reach out for her, eager to touch her body. Pale, dirty flesh runs up her brown thighs, slipping behind them as he grabs a handful of her round ass and digs his fingers in. After a few moments, they continue their journey upward and he pinches her nipples painfully, drawing a frustrated grunt from her lips. "Don't... ugh… touch me… gk… monster..."

He reels back, looking hurt. "Why you hurt Toad? Toad is nice. Toad will make you feel ssssooo good, princessss…" He grabs her suddenly by the throat with one hand, and slides a long, skinny finger into her soaking wet pussy. Without warning, he yanks the vibrating egg from her without warning and pops it into his mouth, slurping her juices clean from it. His eyes never leave Shuri's and eventually he drops the egg into a jar of sanitizing liquid. Shuri nearly breathes a sigh of relief with the egg finally removed, but she knows this can't mean anything good.

"Master is nice to Toad, but says Toad can't breed the prisoner." His tongue snakes out of his mouth toward her like a deadly viper. "But he didn't say Toad can't play. Don't worry, Toad's tongue makes you feel good…" The mutant's tongue begins to wrap around her thigh, climbing up slowly and tasting each inch of her supple flesh, letting his OTHER power work on her.

There are 300 known poison dart frog species on Earth. Their skin secretes a poison so deadly it can kill with just a touch. Toad's tongue shared many similarities, except for one difference: instead of killing you, it could release a psychotropic agent that allowed him to fuck with your mind. And as Toad stood before her, tongue squirming around her shapely thigh, his chemicals were already entering her system. And as the subhuman monster leered and sneered at her writhing form, she felt that shameful, humiliating orgasm she'd wished for rushing toward her like a locomotive. This time, however, her pain receptors are blocked and that orgasm comes on unimpeded.

Images flash in her head. Her body on all fours, being pounded into a dirty mattress. Toad's body hunched over her screaming form, nearly a foot of skinny, gnarled cock plunging violently into her while his tongue chokes her. Then his cock buried down her throat while his long tongue fucks her pussy.

And to her shame and humiliation, that orgasm finally explodes within her as Toad mindfucks her to a tearful climax. But he doesn't stop, and to his immense joy he knows no one is going to check on his new toy for at least 3 more hours. 3 more hours of playtime.