Go to the punk shop.

Knowing you are going to a place called the Pit makes your decision quite easy. A quick ride later, you pull up to the little shop called “HARLOTS, fashion for sluts.” As you climb out of the car, the heavy driving beat of the music seems to welcome you to the store. The second you walk into the little store you are approached by a salesgirl, “Hi slut, what can I get you?” You stifle a laugh at the cute little greeting and look her over. She is just over 5’3” but appears much taller on her 7” platform knee high boots. She is wearing a black pleated micro skirt, a halter top that is just over 4” wide that is closed with a zipper right between her cute little B cup tits, the fabric thin enough to show off her overly perky nipples with the barbell studs piercing them also quite evident. Her jet black hair is cut in a short mass of spikes that does well to show off her 10 or so earrings, including 2 larger black rings stretching open her earlobes. Her face is quite lovely despite, or perhaps because of the 2 little hoops in her right eyebrow, tiny stud in her left nostril, little silver ring in the center of her nose, stud under the center of her mouth, pair of tiny rings at the right of her upper lip, pink capped barbell stud in her tongue, blood red lipstick, and deep black eye liner. She has tribal pattern tattoos with the occasional naked woman, skull, and occasional cross covering her arms, both sides, ringing her navel, the small of her back, as well as what you assume is supposed to be a demon on her left thigh, it has the torso of a beautiful woman, a serpents coiled tail that holds a helpless naked woman, and six arms, 4 of which hold swords and hooks, and two that hold a long length of chain.

“Hi.” Is all you can manage to say as you look over this somehow intimidating little girl.

She seems to instantly pick up on your hesitation and her demeanor instantly changes, her smile turns wicked and her deep blue eyes seem to burn to life as she reaches out her slender hand, grabs the collar of your shirt, and pulls your face down to hers. “Why the fuck are you here if you don’t know what you want?” She demands savagely.

Instinctively you kick in your boost, grab her arm with your cybernetic one, and send her sailing away from you across the store, crashing into a rack of ripped, primarily black, rock band t-shirts. The second you see her cute little body slam into the bar of the rack you cringe and can’t help but think you just killed her. You race over to her limp form and turn her over. She snaps awake instantly and you realize she is obviously hurt but faking anything severe. Before you can react she balls up her fist and punches you square in the sack. You double up in pain and stumble back. “Fucking hell.” You cough out as you step away clutching your cock.

She stands like a predator and wipes a bit of blood from her mouth, “Well, well, looks like you have a little surprise for me don’t you. Then this might hurt a bit.” She takes one almost leaping step to you and swings her other leg in a massive kick aimed at your already tender manhood. Thankfully you are fast enough to catch her foot with your cyber arm, and this time you are not as gentile as you swing her around in a full circle before letting her fly, finally crashing to the floor, knocking down several racks of shirts, music, and trinkets in a crash of noise.

“What the fuck girl?” You call out still rubbing your sore member and turn to leave, “Fuck you bitch. I am out of here.”

You make it two steps before you hear her behind you, apparently much quicker, and less hurt than you would have guessed, “Bitch, I’ll show you bitch.” You try to turn back to defend yourself, but her attack is too quick. Her kick catches your right Knee from behind causing it to buckle. Her body then slams against your back, sending you crashing forward onto the ground. You barely get your hands up in time to stop your face from slapping the ground. She then reaches up, tears open your leather pants with claw like fingernails, and clamps her hand around your cock like a vice.

“Fuck, fuck, let go, I am sorry, I am sorry, let me go.” You plead, unable to think of how you are getting her off of you. She now sits on your back, holding you down with her weight, and clutches your cock in her right hand with more strength than her slight form would suggest.

“Shut up or I tear it off.” She demands and you fall silent. Then she rises off of you a bit forcing you to lift yourself to your hands and knees and drags you backward into her shop by your sore member. Each time you let out even the slightest sound she squeezes harder and slaps your ass. “I said shut it.” Finally she gets to what she was heading for and picks something up you don’t see. “Hands.” She demands, and you aren’t immediately sure what she means. Scratching your sack with her other hand she yells again, “Put your fucking hands behind your back.”

“Ok, ok, please just let go of my cock. I am sorry.” You drop onto your face with your ass still sticking up in the air and put your arms behind you. She helps you to put your hands into a leather sleeve like device that apparently has no openings for your hands. It takes a bit of effort as she never lets go of your cock, but eventually she has your arms encased to just above the elbow and pulls a strap that tightens them together. She then clamps your ankles together with a strap of leather, hooks a chain to an o ring on the strap on your ankles, runs it through a similar ring at the end of the sleeve, and pulls tight till your ankles are pulled to your hands effectively hogtieing you. She then straps a red ball gag in your mouth before walking to the front of the store and turning the sign on the door to closed. You try to break free, and know your cyber arm is powerful enough to break out, but sadly the only way you could do this is to rip your other arm out of it’s socket.

She comes back with a glass and takes a drink while looking down at you. “What the fuck were you thinking coming in her and attacking me?” She then bends down and proceeds to use her knife like nails to remove all of your clothing, destroying them in the process. “Nice body, I might not kill you after all.” She walks out of view and leaves you to writhe and struggle for a few minutes. Finally she comes back and rolls you onto your stomach. “I know what girls like you want. A big thick cock.” Thankfully she is kind enough to use lube, but she then proceeds to stuff what feels like a 12” long thick dildo up your ass. Once she finally has it buried deep within you she rolls you over and takes your cock into her hand gently, which makes your mind tremble. Then to your surprise she lowers her head and takes the tip into her mouth. The sensation sends tingles up your spine as the massive rod starts to ever so slowly begin the long slide back out of your body. She then takes an odd looking strap and pulls it tight over the base of your now raging hard cock, and tightens a similar strap around each ball. Taking a moment to push the massive dildo back into you full, having worked it’s way out just over an inch. She then licks her lips and smiles a wicked smile. “I think I might just have a snack after all.” She takes you into her lips, and engulfs a big mouthful. For a second you feel her teeth clamp shut and you are positive she actually means to eat your cock. Then she pulls back running her teeth along your cock till only the head is in her mouth, and once again that dread hits you. But thankfully she doesn’t, instead she pushes forward and takes you down her throat. She bobs and milks your cock till you can’t take any more, but sadly the ring around your cock holds back the flow of semen causing your body to shudder. She stands laughing at your misery. “Did you really think I would drink it?” She then takes the glass she was drinking and finishes off whatever beverage it was. Lowering back to you, she places the head of your cock in the glass and removes the strap. Your cum splatters out and your body shudders as she uses her hand to milk every drop out of your cock and into the glass. “Drink it and I will let you go.” She says next and removes your gag.