BW:F Chapter 23

Viper gazes at Nat’s penis for a moment, then grabs it and pulls roughly with her gloved hand.

“Ah! Seriously?” Nat demands. The glove and rough treatment aren’t exactly pleasurable. They’re also not exactly not-pleasurable. “Jesus.” She groans.

“Be quiet,” Viper says brusquely, yanking away. Nat’s penis hardens quickly; there’s no point in fighting it. It’s bigger now. Viper looks impressed. “It looked smaller in the video.”

It stands to reason that they’d have been recording while they spied.

The cock still isn’t huge, but it’s less embarrassing now.

“I thought you were going to whip me first,” Nat complains.

“I lied.”

“You really have to do this? Can’t you just get your sample from the sheets at the hotel? Or do you just like jerking off your prisoners?”

“You misunderstand,” Viper says with a smile. She snaps her fingers. The big doors open and a pair of henchmen roll in a cart bearing a strange device. “I just need you hard.”

She steps aside as the henchmen bring the device straight to Nat.

“What the hell is this?” Nat demands, genuinely thrown, not to mention stimulated as more hands touch her cock. She finds herself with her dick in a tube, a soft ring around the base, an obvious feeling of suction, and there’s even a soft, rubbery sort of pinwheel thing in there that’s spinning, its soft prongs pushing rhythmically against her foreskin. A beaker waits underneath the tube.

The henchmen leave as the device hums to life.

“You cannot be serious,” Nat says.

They’re serious. The ring starts to pull, the tube sucks, and the pinwheel drives her crazy. Her nipples stand up like bullets and her thighs are suddenly damp. Her chest swells with her heavy breathing.

Viper looks pleased.

“Says a lot about you guys that you had this thing lying around,” she grumbles.

Viper doesn’t take the bait.

“Why me?” Nat asks through gritted teeth. “Why not her?”

“She’s not conscious. She can’t consent.” Viper smirks. “Unethical.”

Nat wishes that she had killed this woman when she had the chance, but that’s when her ability to think rationally runs out. This machine is good at her job. The expert sex workers of Madripoor would be hard-pressed to get someone off faster.

“Ah!” Nat has become so lost in the pleasure that she’s let her guard down, so the sharp sting of the whip on her bare ass makes her thrash and cry out. The chains rattle noisily. The machine whirrs on, pulling, sucking, and teasing ruthlessly. Viper whips Nat again, leaving another angry red welt. “Jesus.” Nat clenches her jaw and closes her eyes, trying to muster the focus needed to weather something like this.

Viper strikes a third time and Nat bursts like a broken pipe. Creamy cum spills freely into the tube as her body quivers in the chains, dripping sweat.