...Call

Quix still glared at Max undeterred.

"Say I don't believe you darling? Say I call you a frightened little girl trying to be brave? Oh it's a very good act and an imaginative story; I mean, an undercover Eyes Only secrete agent, whooo scary stuff yeah?"

"But I thinks you just a scared bird whose gonna do exactly what I say if she knows what's good for here," he smiled, then added, "or else."

Max knew she was screwed. The minute Quix told her what to do she would be unable to resist (As if faulty brain chemistry that resulted in seizures weren't enough; this was just plain fucked up) and Manticore was once again to blame.

"Now I'm thinking that hot clam of yours feels a whole lot better than it looks, so why don't you be a peach and come and bonk me nice and good."

That was it: damage done; it may have just as well been the word of God!

Max sauntered over to the mattress and got on he hands and knees then crawled over to Quix. Once over him her hand reached down and grabbed his thick cock. She tried hard, battling her own body, wanting to ball up her fist and beat Quix to within an inch of his life but she could do nothing but obey what he wanted.

She positioned herself over him, moving her waist over his cock and while she did this Quix grabbed her face and kissed her hard, his tongue lunging down her throat. Max's eyes shot open but she didn't resist, instead she pressed his pierced tip against her gleaming sex and let her waist drop pressing down on him and taking his cock willingly.

Quix groaned into her mouth as his cock was squeezed and hugged within the delicate folds of Max's warm, sticky cunt. He broke the kiss and growled as she pulled up to his knob and gave a little twitch with her vaginal muscles then pushed down on him again taking him deeper. Max leaned over him, wiggling her hips with the initial thrusts so that she could stretch open, her pussy quickly moistening as she slid it a bit further down his length.

Max bit her lip as she was filled completely, trying to find the right angle. She started riding him sliding and adjusting her waist so that his cock would piston in and out of her the slapping of her buttocks tapping against his thighs echoing thru the train car.

"Hahh, oh god, ffck," Max whimpered as she rode this slimy piece of shit, taking his cock over and over again- yet she couldn't fight the pleasure of it, the raw unadulterated ecstasy that could only come from a warm hard dick slamming into her pussy- and so she went for it, rolling her hips and thrusting harder and faster, slapping her clenched butte into him, running her hands thru her long brown hair and pushing her mashed up tits into his molesting hands.

"That's right you bitch.. Fffggaww, take it nice and good," Quix groaned as Max bounced on top of him. He lift his head and bit, tugged and sucked on her hard nipples, then sucked the flesh of her supple breast. Max moaned and pushed his head to her breast, her body jerking as pleasure crept up her spine. Her pussy clenched around his cock and her hips bucked twice before she slowly slid her cunt up and down his cock.

Quix's eyes drove to the back of his head and he mumbled incoherently before he lost all control and with a grimacing face he exploded inside Max.

Max gave a throaty growl thrusting up and down as her vagina clamped down hard on the spewing member, milking the ropes of sperm that shot deep into her womb. She twitched one last time as Quix held her waist still as he finished cumming.

Max's breathing was heavy and her body was clammy, she could feel the once hard cock slacken inside her vagina; but the sex was nothing special, hell it wasn't even mediocre. Quix had barely fucked her for two minutes and she was denied an orgasm. Quix had flopped down on the bed exhausted?

"Bly me, you are one frisky shagger luv, best sex I had in a long time," he grumbled.

Max who was still on his lap gave him a smug look. She had a wise crack about him living up to his name but just lacked the conviction to do it. She was defeated.

At the mercy of this gang of Steelheads. She didn't know if she'd be relegated into working as a whore on the streets or fucking the entire gang: All she knew is that whichever it was.

She didn't have the will fight it.