In the Green Plains…, by sumedokin

Gina: “Why the fuck are you here?”

Allison: “Hehehe, the real question, my lesbian friend is not Why but when.”

Marcie: “That does not make any grammatical...”

Allison: “Because I wanted to be on time! You have no idea how hard it is to get here. On time! Traveling multi verses? Sure, I do that before breakfast. But actually arriving for breakfast? Let me tell you, G-string, you need something more then just GPS for that one. Unless you want to get eaten by the Time Whales. You do not want to get eaten by the Time Whales. And so I think to myself, I could really go for some Waffles. But also, hey, I am a mad scientist, why don’t I just invent a quantum time flux machine to counteract the Time Whales? But then you miss one single letter and your anti wales quantum time flux machine ends up destroying an entire country. Now I also had to invent something to solve time paradoxes! So, there goes my evening. Oh, but guess what? That was still the easy part! So here I am, with my Anti Time Whales quantum time flux machine, ready to take on the multi-verse and be on time for breakfast. Everything is perfect but you know how it is. You’re tired because you spend all last night creating the Parastitch™, you made one wrong turn at Universe 3E2 Albuquerque and poof, you’re send to an alternate dimension and end up fighting in a **** tournament to pay rent. Fought some snakelady, fought some witches and devils and there was this really hot goldfish guy…”

Gina; “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPTSHUTUSHUIHNISRUDHNFCKUJDCKBTCHVKCUTSJKLLNUISCDMRDERBNSDBJKBCCKDJKSDCBDSITNISLTNBCNTFCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Marcie: “Allison, I would highly appreciate if you stop agitating Gina like this. “

Allison: “Geez, what crawled up her butt? Besides Candybars, I mean. lol.”

Marcie: “This is not even a story that involves you. Your presence here is not required.”

Allison: “I beg to differ. Since it does not involve me, I am finally able to give a fair and impartial review. Like you!”

Gina: *mentally unstable breathing*

Allison: “So let’s make like a tree and start reading the alien story!”

Marcie: “We covered the alien story last week.”

Allison: “Uhh, you sure?”

Gina: “Yes we are sure, you mentally challenged midget!”

Allison: “Hey! I am taller then you!”

Marcie: “This week we are reading In the Green Plains…, by your creator.”

Allison: “Oh...that’s cool too. I guess. I mean, it’s no alien story…”

Marcie: “It is a branch set in the story Bad Ends. The same one we covered quite a few times so far. And this one is situated in the Legend of Zelda Universe.”

Gina: “This is going to fucking suuuuuuuck.”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

Those lucky or skilled enough to brave the traps would still not be rewarded with illigitamate entry.

Marcie: “The only thing illegitimate here is sumedokin’s spelling.”

Allison: “You open with a typo complaint? Come on, Marcie. Have some class.”

Marcie: “I had many, unlike sumedokin who clearly never finished basic education.”

After patching himself up with some gauz, he picked up health potion from his pocket. He poured it into a handkerchief, and rubbed it into his swollen shut eye. Soon enough, he was able to open it again. He took a swig from the potion again. The pain, dizziness and fatigue subsided. But he still had a fractured rib. For that he needed someone who could patch him up. Healing the rib was one thing. That the healing potion could do. Healing it the right way was a completely different matter. If it healed in an awkward angle, it would only hinder his movements in the future. Still, he managed to numb the pain by wrapping himself up in bandages. At least he was able to move.

Marcie: “Hmph, what nonsense is this? There should be no reason for the Hero to resort to such mundane methods of mending when fairies exist.”

Whatever that was, it interrupted him from his first bite. Some chicken had managed to escape from the nearby farm. Link groaned and simply waved at it. The chicken backed away two steps, before immediately advancing three steps. Link decided the bird wasn't even worth looking at. All that mattered was his sandwich.

Marcie: “CHICKEN!”

Allison: “You wanna go for some KFC later?”

Marcie: “They are called cuckoo’s. That is an integral part of Zelda lore. You do not call a Cuckoo a chicken.”

Gina: “This is how she’s gonna be for the entire review, you know.”

Allison: “Oh, I know. Should be fun!”

Link grabbed the chicken and tossed it away, before he ra off.

Her hand slipped into ge pocket

but thy had also strapped him to the table by leather straps on top of that.

You shuld be happy to receive such clemency!

rubbing the lens with a cloth then tok another look.

and yet I leave their fates t a singe man.

rubbing he hand on her bathing suit

Marcie. “When it comes to grammatical error in this “work”, missing letters are the most prevalent. Sumedokin just did not feel to type certain keys that day, I suppose.”

Gina: “Yeah, yeah, so the chick…”

Marcie: *GLARE*

Gina: “The whatevers attack Link and beat the shit out of him!”

They all screamed as they surrounded him, descending upon him with the fury of wolves devouring their prey.

Marcie. “Is this supposed to be some demented joke? Am I to be amused, Allison?”

Allison: “Uh, I don’t get it.”

Marcie: “The wolves in the Zelda universe are called Wolfos!”

Gina. “I am getting a sense of deja vu here, Marcie.”

Marcie: “Can you blame me, Gina? This story is just as lore inaccurate as the last Zelda story we read!”

Gina: “Yeah, but at least there’s no Scat in this one.”

Allison: “Actually. You’re wrong.”

Gina: “THERE’S SCAT IN THIS?”

Allison “No, No, I mean about the wolves.”

Marcie: “Excuse me?”

Allison: “Princess.”

Marcie: “Did you just insinuate that I made a mistake about Zelda lore?”

Allison: “I sure am!”

Marcie: “Oh, this will be amusing. By all means, Allison. Do enlighten me.”

Gina. “For fucks sake...”

Allison: “It is certainly true that Wolfos are the main enemy types, but in Faces of Evil a Boss called Lupay exists, who very clearly is of the lupine persuasion.”

Marcie:” Ha! The CD-I games? That is your rebuttal? It is not even worth saying but obviously this drivel is non canon.”

Allison: “Only canon counts, hnm? Then what about the wolves in Breath of the Wild and it’s sequel?”

Marcie: “H-Hmph. Breath of the Wild? Many do not consider it a real Zelda game.”

Allison: “Uhu. What about Link’s wolf transformation in Twilight Princess, then? That real enough for you or do you need me to start talking about the Golden Wolf?”

Marcie: “Erk!”

Allison: “Well, well, well. Feels like you owe sumedokin and scatman an apology.”

Marcie: “Y-yes...well...I guess….m-my bad…”

Allison: “See? Don’t you feel much better?”

Gina: “She’s about to hyperventilate, Allison.”

Allison: “Eh, I take care of it when it happens. So! Link gets completely destroyed by non avian birds and then sky pirates show up! I like pirates, especially sky pirates.”

"Haha! That guy better not have had any aspirations beyond being chicken feed!"

Marcie: *angry breathing*

Gina: “Holly fuck, Marcie just let it go!”

Marcie: “I refuse! I might have made a minuscule mistake earlier but this blatant flagellation of terminology must not go unanswered!”

Allison: “Yeah, yeah, back to the pirates, which capture Link because that’s what pirates do. They take booty.”

Marcie: “Pathetic.”

Allison: “Hey! I worked hard on that one!”

Marcie: “You might think these pirates would be Gerudos. But that would make too much sense, so instead they are just regular pirates.”

Allison: “No, they are Sky Pirates. Which is way cooler!”

Marcie: “...”

Allison: “Uh! I also like how they are all named after months. It’s cute and stylish!”

Marcie: “Just add it to the many crimes, sumedokin committed.”

Allison: “Oh come on! What’s wrong with the names?

Gina: “NEVER ASK HER THAT QUESTION!”

Marcie: “As a writer it is imperative that the names of your characters are clearly identifiable and distinct. While a naming scheme for a group based on months may perhaps sounds cute, it makes it very hard to differentiate between the individual members. And by the way, “Julie” is not how you spell the current month.”

Allison: “I beg to differ.”

Gina: “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Allison: “April, May, June and Julie all sounds different enough that it is very easy to keep them apart. If the two of you were called Marchie and Augustina I would have no problem with that fact. Furthermore, the fact that Julie is spelled “wrong” serves to distinguish her from June.”

Marcie: “Hmph. What nonsense are you sprouting now? The name would not need to be spelled differently if they used months that did not sound similar. Why not March, April, May, June? That would have the additional benefit of grouping them into one season.”

Allison: “Aaah, they could call themselves the Spring Pirates, because they always get the jump on their enemies. Nice.”

Marcie: ”Exactly.”

Allison: “Heh, but hypocrite that you are, you have failed to mention that March and May also sounds very similar, negating your argument.”

Marcie: “Obviously, I am aware of that. I am working within the limitations of the source material. Naturally, the better course of action would have been to abandon this nonsensical naming scheme all together. And do not even get me started on the inherent issue that our months do not exist in the Legend of Zelda universe.”

Allison: “Aha! But as shown in Majora’s Mask, the world operates on a 24 hour cycle. It is thus reasonable to assume...mpfff!!!”

Marcie: “Gina, manhandling our guest like this is most uncouth.”

Gina: “Want me stop?”

Marcie: “No.”

Allison: “MPPPFFFFF!!!”

Gina: “I swear. Leaving you two turbonerds unchecked is...ouch! DON’T BITE ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Allison: “Hah!...I guess for the sake of Augustina’s mental health and my respiratory system we have to disagree to disagree, Marcie.”

Marcie: “I do not agree with that.”

"I'm talking about princess Hylia of course... and Ganondorf."

"Link was trying to kill Ganandorf, and it looked like he got an actual shot too, Ganandorf shouldn't be trying to run towards Link.

This is what happened to Ganandorf,

or so there was always a Ganandorf,

Marcie: “He wrote the name correct the first time only to get it wrong every time after! This is targeted harassment! Sumedokin wrote this story to infuriate me!”

Allison: “Marcie, I can assure you, sumedokin did not write this just to piss you off.”

Marcie: “Then why do I find an overabundance of flaws in this story?”

Allison: “I dunno, Marcie. So far your criticism is all just surface level stuff.”

Marcie: “Proper spelling and terminology does not exist to merely be discarded at ones convenience.”

Gina: “I just about fucking had it with you! All you two bitches are bitching about for nine fucking pages is nerd garbage! Umm. Acshually the enemy are called Link-Link! No one gives a single fuck about any of this!”

Allison: “Ok, Luigina. I dig. I get ya. What else ya wanna talk about?”

Gina: “The fucking story! Lonk...”

Marcie: “Link.”

Gina: “Whatever, the elf twink is now the **** of a bunch of horny sex pirates. They capture and put him in some sort of fucked up body cast bondage until he can do nothing more then wiggle like a worm.”

Allison: *drool*

Gina: “You think something sexy would happen now, right?”

That ended up not happening.

Gina: “Oh, what a surprise! I almost forgot that we are reading a sumo story! And he made a chastity vow to not write porn before he loses his virginity. In other words, never!”

Allison: “G-Girl, you don’t get it. It’s the hint of it! The fleeting tantalizing touch! The dread of knowing that you are completely at someone’s mercy. This is what it’s all about. Sex would just spoil it.”

Marcie: “I can somewhat see were you are coming from but even so, the pirates are a tad too nice to Link. Where is the teasing? The humiliation?”

Allison: “I mean there’s some of it.”

Marcie: “It is not enough. I crave more. Humiliate the boy. **** him to serve you drinks in a french maid outfit.”

Allison: “That would be lore inaccurate, wouldn’t it?”

"N-no, no thing! First thing tomorrow is a hole for his sausage, coming right up!"

Gina: “Eww...”

Marcie: “You know, with him in a full body cast like that, it does begs the question how Link is able to urinate.”

Allison: “Asking the real questions here, Marcie! I’m thinking super absorbant diaper? I was working on a prototype actually…”

Gina: “You are repulsive.”

Allison: “For my child! Geez!”

Missing them would not be prudent for a navigator, so she stayed up a little longer in the crow's nest, cuddled up in her blanket with her sextant, occasionally looking through it to determine her position.

Gina: “Kinky.”

Allison: “Hmhm. I love me some sextant action.”

Marcie: “A Sextant is a navigation device. It has nothing to do with sex.”

Allison: “I know.”

Link moaned in protest, but was left unheeded. She rubbed against his member softly yet eagerly, while intermittently pressing it against her groin. She stopped in her track to squeeze his member between her thighs, her arousal getting the better of her. She could also feel his own excitement, how he thrashed beneath and how his member twitched to her touch.

The last remnants of defiance left him as the pleasure of this intimate act corrupted his mind and took hold of his body. That was all it took for this innocent little elf boy to long for the wanton touch of a fragile pirate.

Soon enough the rod shot out a spray of thick white fluid up the pink dress; a rather massive amount mind you, but far from immediately over. Waves upon waves of white strands shot out into the air, spreading out into puddles everywhere, most of all June's panties as the stains blended with the immaculate white colour of the fabric. The cute pink dress of the doctor and navigator of the Camellia Seed were stained as well.

Gina: “That counted as a sex scene, I guess?”

Allison: “Hey, it’s way more then what I usually get! At least you guys are lucky enough to be written by a deranged pervert.”

This time Julie would not fall for any coconut-related shennanegans.

Marcie: “Sometimes I wonder if sumedokin just looks at a word he is incapable of spelling, shrugs his shoulders and gives it the old college try. At least with our other misspelling miscreants it is usually a matter of incompetence, instead of laziness.”

Gina: “I smack you with a coconut if you don’t stop.”

The elven boy was hungry for sure,

Marcie: “ELVEN?”

Gina: “SMACK!”

Marcie: “OUCH! Fine! You know what? Fine. I will not complain about any more terminology mistakes or spelling errors from here on out. I have seen the tragic extend of sumedokin’s failings. I have gotten it out of my system. There is no possible way he could still take me by sur...”

Julie sa9d with no emotion in her voice,

*sfx of Marcie shakingly taking her glasses of like Bruno Ganz in the movie Downfall*

Marcie: “What in all that is sacred is this?”

Allison: “Well, you know, the nine is right above the I button. It happens.”

Marcie: “Nein.”

Allison: “Nine?”

Marcie: “Nein, Fräulein Carlyle, dies ist nicht etwas das einfach mal so passiert. Ein einziges Korrekturlesen hätte ausgereicht diese Travestie zu bereinigen. Jedes Wald und Wiesen Rechtschreibüberprüfungsprogrammsystem hätte diese Fehler bemerkt. Wir sprechen hier nicht von einem ordinären Lapsus oder banalem Kavaliersdelikt. Nein, das Wort Fehler tut der Enormität dieser Übeltat in keinster Weise Genüge. Es sollte außerhalb der physikalischen Gesetzen des Universums liegen eine solchen Inkorrektheit zu begehen. Ich weigere mich in einer Welt zu existieren in der das Wort “said” als “sa9d” zu Papier gebracht werden kann. Es auch nur auszuschreiben fügt mir enormes physikalisches Leiden bei. Diese...diese entartete Perversion der Englischen Rechtschreibung darf unter keinen Umständen erlaubt werden zu...keeeeeeAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

Gina: “Marcie!”

Allison: “Phew.”

Gina: “THE FUCK YOU DO?”

Allison: “She was about to channel Adolf Hitler’s ghost. We didn’t part on the best terms, so I hit Marcie with this little handy gadget here I call the Climaxor. It works like a stungun, only, well, I guess you can context it out.”

Gina: “She’s not dead is she?”

Allison: “Nah, just blissed out. Give her a few hours and she’s fine.”

Gina: “Yeah, she better fucking be. Gimme that!”

Allison: “Fine, fine. Looks like we have to carry the torch. Candybutt.”

Gina: “Call me that again and I shove this up your ass.”

This was it.

The deflowering of Link.

As his member was devoured, an indescribable warmth surroounded it, spreading pleasure that throughout his body. He felt as if he was lifted out of his prison; out of his bondage. Into paradise itself.

But of course, he was still their prisoner; still toyed with, stripped of his rights and dignity, **** to the ground while the both of them made love to each other using him at best as a toy for their experience.

April used her thighs and hips to control Link like a puppet, making him thrust inside May as if he was a glorified dildo, while she herself gained pleasure by grinding her pelvis against his head and neck. She sat up with Link so she could reach up to May and kiss her, fondling her breasts and stroking her hair; all while once again forcing Link between them. Their lips interlock again in a long kiss broken up into an uninterrupted flyrry of kisses covering each others' necks, moving towards their shoulder areas before finally replacing their hands in fondling and playing with their breasts. Moans and heavy breaths were exchanged, their tongues and lips trailing along their skins in an attempt to claim it all.

May's hips got a life of their own, grinding against Link's pelvis, slowly at first, but quickly gaining pace as her arousal peaked and peaked again.

Allison: “Oh my, is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

Gina: “Is this actual porn? In a sumo story? I mean, I’m not into that malesub garbage, but Marcie would actually enjoy this. Too bad, she’s out cold.”

Allison: “Upwards and onwards then! So, next Zelda shows up to save her elftoy. And she brings an entire navy with her.”

Gina: “And then the pirates just blow them the fuck up!”

"Did you hear that, boy?" May bent down to face Link, grabbing his nose playfully, "We blasted your girlfriend to smithereens! From now on, we're your girlfriends!"

Gina: “What the actually fuck?”

Allison: “Yeah, that’s pretty screwed up.”

Gina: “So far these pirate bitches acted like they couldn’t harm a fly and now they just went and committed genocide? And gloat about it?”

Allison: “Uh, technically, it’s not genocide, Gina.”

Gina: “Shut up, it’s still extremely fucked up. Like taunting the guy that they just murdered his girlfriend? That’s psychopathic behavior!”

Allison: “It’s fine! Zelda survived and she teleported all the soldiers, who really shouldn’t be soldiers given that this was the navy, buuuut I digress, to safety!”

Gina: “Oh, fuck off. I get what sumo tries to do here but it doesn’t work! The pirates still attempted to kill all these guys! Just because it didn’t work out doesn’t mean they are just magically absolved from being murderous psycho’s.”

Allison: “Geez, G. You sure preach a lot when Marcie’s out of the picture, huh?”

Gina: “Because you’re defending this shit!”

Allison: “Yeah...guess I’m not that good at the whole viciously tearing something down thingy, eh?”

Gina: “Damn right, you aren’t, you useless bitch. Ugh, let’s just carry on. Zelda somehow makes it to Pirate island and confronts the pirates, but she’s out of magic and only manages to shrink Link down.”

Allison: “Cute! It’s like Minish Cap!”

Gina. “More like creepy. Isn’t this guy supposed to be like 13 or something?”

Allison: “Hey..ehehehe...eto…bleh.”

Gina: “Whatever. The girls capture Zelda and hold a beach party when sumo suddenly realizes he wants more plot and less sex. A giant bird attacks so they decided to go to this Ganandork’s place to tell him to fuck off.”

Stripped of their clothes and armour and all four limbs, they hung forever from the end of wooden stakes so long they border on the bizarre, looking outwards toward the ocean.

These were the lucky ones. The ones who experienced **** only briefly before being offered the sweet calm respite of ****. The ones whose wills and very souls were spared the perversion by Ganondorf's magic.

Gina: “No, but seriously Allison, what the fuck is wrong with your author?”

Allison: “Hey it’s Ganandorf! You gotta establish that he’s evil!”

Gina: “They try to bargain for something and Dorf here rocks their shit, but then they trick him to come back to their island and he gets defeated by a fucking chicken!”

Allison: “Cuckoo.”

Gina: “Whatever.”

"That's right. You are Ganandorf." Julie said, nothing but respect and admiration in her voice, "Since your first defeat, you have always returned, more powerful each time, always in pursuit of your one goal. Whatever happens now, you will return. And when you do, no doubt more powerful and dangerous than ever before. Sooner or later Hyrule will fall to your might, and the world will be yours to do with as you please. When that happens, hope will forever be abolished, and no hero will be left to challenge you until the end of time. But even then, no matter how long time passes, unless you do something now, you will always and forever be the one who..."

Ganandorf raises his head to glare at Julie with eyes brimming with rage and teeth gritting together in a furious scowl, as if his expression warped to convey "don't say it!"

"...who chickened out."

Marcie: “pfft.”

Allison: “Oh hey, back among the living? That was 95.7% faster then expected.”

Marcie: “The pun has revitalized me.”

Gina. “Uhu, so next up Link and Zelda gave up their thingmajig and the pirates gain ultimate power or something. And in typical sumo fashion we actually get a choice here for our ending. Do we want the Pirates to win or Zelda to win?”

Allison: “The pirates! The pirates!”

Marcie: “I do think a pirate victory make more thematic sense here, this being a Bad End and all. Not all that much changed really. They still keep Link as their sex ****.”

Gina: “Is he still small? Because I have no idea how the fuck they are having sex with him when he’s the size of a mouse.”

Allison: “And luckily we won’t find out, because we are getting a tasteful fade to black.”

Marcie: “Classic sumedokin. Instead we get one more climatic battle against another famous Zelda villain. Dark Link.”

Gina: “But it was all just pretend! Because one of the pirates wants to get dominated by Link’s evil twin or something. Not that we actually get to see that either because now the story is over!”

Allison: “Yay!”

Marcie: “This is the most erotic story sumedokin has ever written. I quite enjoyed it actually.”

Gina. “ALL YOU DID WAS BITCH ABOUT NAMES AND SUMMONING HITLER!!!”

Marcie. “That was completely sumedokin’s fault. If he does not want to be the cause for World War III, I suggest he proofread his stories more.”

Allison: “Sound advice.”

Marcie: “Well, this story has many other issues. The biggest would be that sumedokin constantly lets the plot get in the way of erotic scenes.”

Allison: “Lewd.”

Marcie: “In particular the part when they got to the island before the confrontation with Ganondorf…”

Allison: “Ganandorf.”

Marcie: “Gina, hit her.”

Allison: “Alright, fine, fine! Continue with your observations, oh esteemed Marcie!”

Marcie: “This has been an issue with sumedokin for basically every story and...ah you know what? I think I made my point.”

Gina: “Thank fuck. This went on for way too long!”

Marcie. “Now, I believe there is only one thing to do. Gina hand me the orgun.”

Allison: “Uuuh! Nice pun! Why didn’t I think of that?”

Marcie: “...”

Allison: “..h-hey, Marcie? I don’t like the look on your face. Can’t we talk this out?”

Marcie: “No, I am not in the business of letting an attack on my personage remain unpunished. If you can still walk after this consider yourself luckeeeeyyaaaahhhh!!!”

Gina: “Hah.”

Allison:” Candybutt! You saved me!”

Gina: “I am not handing Marcie, a fucking orgasm-gun. That’s like giving a toddler a chainsaw, only worse.”

Allison: “I see your point.”

Gina: “Now, remember what I said happened If you call me that again?”

Allison: “Uh...hehehe. I uh... appreciate the offer but you wouldn’t want to cheat on your girlfriend, right?”

Gina: “I wasn’t asking.”

Allison: “B-But I’m not into girls...h-hold on is this turning you on even more? I-I’m pregnant you know. Oh...w-wait lactation fetish...I uh….get it…”

Gina: “Time to see what this baby can really do.”

Allison. “Ehehehe. We’re fading to black, right? RIGHT?”

…

..

.

“I must say, I quite like this setting.”

Allison gasped and panted. She tried to wiggle herself free but all she could do was pitifully squirm has her tormentor brought the Climaxor to her pussy again.

The mad scientist couldn’t believe how she ended up like this. For all sense and purposes she should have used her wit and intelligence to escape the maniacal clutches of this deranged bully. Unfortunately for Allison, this story operates on porn logic.

Gina’s Bondage skills were rather crude, merely tying Allison’s hands and feet together in a decidedly mundane fashion with her own clothes. She did know how to make a gag however(using Marcie’s panties) and she was very quick in figuring out the climax-gun’s various settings.

It was currently set to Mode 1 “simmering”. This provided only low level stimulation, just barely below the threshold to get someone to climax.

You might think Allison merely invented a vibrator then, right? Wrong! Because the climaxor hijacks the victims brainwaves and hits them with the perfect amount of stimulation exactly tailored to that specific body type.

Such a device would be perfect for ****, but of course Allison designed the Climaxor to only provide pleasure. But even pleasure can turn into ****.

In short, Allison was in edging hell.

“Looks like you will need that diaper for yourself”, Gina smirked as she stared at the only garment her victim was allowed to wear. An utterly soaked pair of frog panties of Allison.(They were a gift!) “Get used to it, you probably turn incontinent after this.”

A shiver went through Allison’s body, as she squirmed some more, much to Gina’s amusement.

Then that shiver was followed by a sharp pain.

The reason Gina allowed her to keep her panties wasn’t out of mercy but cold calculation. After all, they did make for a very nice wedgie target.

“I bet you used to be a huge ass nerd in school”, Gina taunted as she yanked the panties higher “A dork like you probably got an atomic like every day.”

That did not happen! At most it was once a week!

Gina meanwhile alternated between yanking her panties and hitting her with the climaxor, making sure to find the perfect sweet spot, so that she can’t get used to either.

Dealing with this double stimulation was almost too much to bear. At least Victor had the decency to not harass her while she was in bondage. Seriously, does Gina not get the concept of DID? Molesting them completely ruins the appeal! This is just uncouth!

Allison **** herself to calm down. She got through worse. Maybe if she thinks of Gina as a cute boy it would help? She certainly had a flat enough chest for iiiiiit!!!!!!!!!

A different kind of sensation muddled her mind.

“How are you doing on this front?”, Gina asked with a malevolent chuckle. “Any leakage?”

H-her boobs! Gina was playing around with her boobs!

“Let me check.”

Gina bend forward and began lapping around Allison’s nipples. She’s really not into girls but thanks to her genius invention, genders don’t really matter for her right now. Her nips turned to diamond cutters within seconds.

Allison was only in her first trimester, far too soon to start lactating, but again, porn logic.

The milky liquid began flowing out of her tits unbidden. Gina greedily slurped it up. While her breasts were far below the standard the typical lactation enthusiast would enjoy, they still appeared to contain a copious amount of milk.

It almost seemed to have a catnip like affect on Gina, who began rubbing herself against Allison’s body like a cat in heath.

Allison herself wasn’t much more coherent either. Gina may have forgone the Climaxor but her lust remained unabated.

She needed to cum. If only she could get to cum, her worries would be over. Gina did have none of those issues as she quickly and loudly came, squirting her own love juices all over Allison’s body.

Now completely satisfied, she licked her lips and cuddled herself against Allison like a happy kitten, but not before shoving the Climaxor deep into Allison’s butt.

As Allison continued her edging, now with a different sort of stimulation, she could only hope that the Climaxor’s failsafe would activate soon and deliver her from this hell.

…

She did build in a failsafe, did she?