After that shortstack

Sprinting into the factory, Dexter heard the sound of metal clanging against metal in one direction; likely Oni swinging her club around hectically, whereas in the other direction, filled with a shadowy set of raised catwalks and conveyor belts, he heard a slight giggle; inviting him to pursue his vengeance all on his own and show this ratty skank to watch her mouth.

Marching forth in a blind rage didn't do him any favors, as he immediately slipped across pipes meant for pipe-bomb construction; all apparently laid out on the floor, causing him to practically dance atop their rolling surfaces, until one of them cracked under his weight; stopping its roll and beginning his hard landing across them.

"Go slower next time, Dumb-ass!" she cheered; welcoming the idea of him tip-toeing around like a frightened turtle, despite his rage.

Of course he still ran around instead; hunting down every shadow he thought she was in and getting tormented home-alone style by any trap she had suddenly made around him within seconds.

The first few set of materials could've been excused as bomb components; loud alarms, smaller bombs being sabotaged to go off in the distance, dirty piles of fertilizer, but all the comically large mouse traps and glue patches felt ridiculous; fueling the idea that certain skills made their necessary components via the system.

One of the conveyors started fuming as it seemingly tried to push against a blockage, with her soon whining, "Ohh no, my dress got stuck!" in a pouting voice.

Dexter immediately floored it over there to take advantage; and conveniently found no traps on his way, bringing his guard down as he figured the little dumb-ass was too busy trying to unstuck herself.

When he got there, he could only find a small rag lodged in place, that he tried to remove sensing it as a possible clue.

She then chuckled, while ducked underneath the conveyor.

Right when he removed the rag, a few nails that were truly jamming the conveyor wheel were directed out; shooting into the wall at high speeds, as she tossed and disrupted similar setups around them.

Tied along the base of every nail was a length of wire, taut and some still building tension; linked to many of the motors along the sets of conveyors.

The sense of being prey blocked off by thin threads was emasculating, and only got worse as she interwove the various threads of her elaborate trap; constricting slowly until the tension built to the point of strapping Dexter to the wall.

With him subdued; she finally left her hiding spot and pranced around in front of him to tease his lack of mobility.

"You bitch! Get these off me NOW!!" Dexter shouted, seething against his restraints.

"Bruh, chill" she responded flippantly; playing down his emotions for fun as she groped along his body.

She pulled his cock out of his pants and began jerking his rage-boner off in front of her face.

"Nice cock, it's a shame there's a retard attached to it"

"It'll turn your ass inside out and wear you like a cock-sleeve!"

"Really my ass, already? I haven't even had you in my throat yet" she replied, clowning around like a prude as she worked his cock, still in awe about the size barely fitting in her hand and causing her mouth and pussy to water at the sight of.

Dokkaebi took her time with him, slowly licking along the sides of his cock, before going to flick her tongue against his heavy testicles and sniff him deeply.

"mmm~ Zesty, must've been fucking a hoe before you got here; It'll be fun getting more of this pussy taste later" She commented, before going to suckle at the tip, wrapping her tongue around it.

Her lips pulsed tightly to his girth, just as she showed just how stretchy her bratty windpipe was at stuffing him down, her tongue still savoring the mixed fluid taste across him. She lodged his rod impossibly deep down her tight warm esophagus and forcibly gulped around it as she kept pushing her limits at using him.

After bobbing back and forth incredibly slowly, and soaking his cock with the same drool running down her chin, she popped off him with her tongue still lingering to his shaft.

"Hey man, tell me where the girl you fucked at?, fuck, I can imagine this pussy juice just riding my face; strapped up dangling. . .~dripping from a ceiling" she said, getting lost in thought, fantasying as her hand continued to jerk on autopilot.

Dexter was pissed at being detained, toyed with, and being treated as an afterthought, so he flexed and charged towards her against his bindings to no significant effect.

"You'll be tasting pussy juice alright, imp! Squirting out your own cunt when I ruin you!!"

She pouted in mock panic, pulled out of her fantasy, and focused now on the cock flopping out of her grip and in front of her from his intense thrashing about.

"heh~ hot-head, you'll be quite the meat-dildo at this rate; about as prime rec-room material as your babe if you keep this up" she joked, trapping his ferocious member between her soft melons to reward his entertaining show of spirit.

Standing on her tiptoes and hunched backwards to perform an incredibly dexterous and deep tit-job conforming around him; keeping his cock still reaching towards her mouth for her to taste and gag the back of her throat on.

His pre-cum continued coating the inside of her mouth, as her drool dripped down his cock and onto her tits. She was left blushing to feel her throat muscles pressed down so roughly, his warmth emanating from her cleavage and just how bombastically he was able to thrust despite his bindings; shaking her boobs and echoing down her throat with progressively great ****.

This echoing **** extended to the cables around him; the tension reverberating off with many of them dancing like sine waves, until they all snapped suddenly, and in a similar burst of energy, Dokkaebi was sent back a couple of feet with her tits bouncing excessively.

Dexter's rage at his passive situation found its peak, just at his orgasm's edge, causing him to immediately fire off heavy shots of his load into her indulgently open mouth; pelting and filling the back of her mouth while her outstretched tongue was painted. His cock twitched around out of control; spattering across her chest and leaving a couple shots on her thick thighs, before he finally seized control of it to target what he'd call a stupid fringe of hair shielding her eyes.

While he was finally releasing the last ebbs of his load, the Dokkaebi happily smirked at him; licking her meal off her lips, and was about to compliment him for being excellent for use goofing around like this, but berserk was still going incredibly strong from the rage of being milked.

His cock refused to go down; seething just the same as the rest of him, letting her know that he wouldn't be goofing around. A part of her felt excited to have all the fun of a passive partner obviously soon to be worked, yet with no need to do anything but endure, while her holes panicked at that 'idea' thickly pulsing over her.