He helps. Unkindly.

Bryce turned around to face the still costumed Nishi. He knelt before her, in an obscene parody of one of the many ways she'd fantasized about taking him, but now it was not to suck her cock, but to place it within some machine, which she was to wear permanently, unless he released her, or she had to piss. Honor held her bound and so she stayed frozen as his hands lifted her skirt, clearing it away from a cock which refused to remain frozen, but instead twitched, demanding attention.

"Hold your skirt up." Ultraboy commanded.

She lifted it up and he grabbed her cock by its base, hand so tight that even if she were to cum, it wouldn't make it past his fist. A moan escaped, despite her best efforts as he touched her cock for the first time. Honor demanded obedience, but submission was a fetish she had no experience with, despite being raised in a household where it was...expected of women. He **** the clear condom-like machine over her cock, stretching it until it reached his fist, then removed his hand and stretched it over her cock, all the way to the firm muscles of her stomach. One button push and the machine's suction sealed tight around the base of her cock, like a pair of lips with no throat behind it. It stretched so easily that it just barely touched her when her cock moved according to its own mind, twitching, growing or shrinking.

A second button press brought her to her knees as that nothing turned into the warmest, tightest hole she'd ever fucked, rubbing and vibrating against every nerve, against every inch of her impressive cock. They were almost even now, as the fact that he was almost a foot taller than her mattered far less on their knees and would matter even less if they were...horizontal. Her desire for that was surprising to her, though it wouldn't have been to anyone who'd had a chance to observe her long term. Her entire career was based around finding someone who was worthy of her and that sort of obsession can shape a mind, a body, a heart and loins in ways that are almost impossible to undo, or even control. Every bad thing she'd done was because they deserved it, because they were weaker. But she was the weaker, maybe not in the battle, but he'd still won and certainly now, with her mightiest weapon sheathed in a machine controlled by his hands.