Keep your pace

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Insight Check: Passed!

Those are some tough words, coming from a girl who can’t even look you in the eyes as she issues her challenge. Her head bobs along with the rest of her body to the steady rhythm of your hips. This speed seems to be working just fine.

“Nothing but empty words,” you say, doubling down on the gloating. “But let’s hear how you really feel.” You reach down to her boobs, squeezed into a lewd shape by the ropes, and give her nipples some attention. Her taunting abruptly ends, and is replaced by girly moans and squeaks as she tries to bend her back enough to pull her tits away from you. Aww, how cute. But pointless.

The ninja girl wears a strained expression and shifts her hips around a little bit. Apparently she’s trying to use those dreaded skills of sex and seduction she’s been bragging about, but you’re not feeling it. All you feel is a sense of superiority as you wield the strap-on, and she wields nothing.

In the heat of the moment, you decide to pay her back for the stupid intel-gathering mission by putting her in your shoes. “So Janine, where *huff* are you from?”

“Fuchsia! City! *MMMMN!*” she cries without hesitation. Pfft. Too easy.

“What do you do there? *AH-AH-AH!*” you follow.

“I’m the Gym Leader and- Wait! This *FUCK-FUCK-FUCK* is a trick!” Ooh wow, good for her. She realized. “Like I’d faaAAAALL for that!”

Hmm… What’s something that will crack this nut? Maybe… You reach for her hairband and undo her signature ponytail. She seems to think it’s an important part of being a ninja, so maybe this will make her feel less capable of resisting an interrogation? You’re not sure why it works, but it certainly works.

“NONONONO DON’T LOOK!” she sputters. Her hair falls to her shoulders and sits evenly on either side of her face. Her bangs, while short, give her an added boost of cuteness. But most importantly, she’s clamping her eyes shut and shaking her head like it’s on fire and she’s trying to put it out.

“What’s wrong? You *mmf* look cute! Like a cute girl getting *AHHH~* a big cock shoved inside her.”

“PUT-IT-BACK-ON!” she yells amidst her wanton moans.

“What’s your job?” you ask pressingly.

“I’M THE GYM LEADER AND MASTER OF THE NINJA ACAAAAAAADEMY! *AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!* GIVE-IT-BACK!” she yells in a fit of both embarrassment and pleasure.

“No. And now that I know *OHHHH* what a *huff* VIP I have, you’re never leaving. *Yeeeessss!* Prepare to be *huff* ransomed, kunoichi slut. Mission failed.”

You gulp hard before throwing your hips into her full ****. The powerless girl squeals as she squeezes down around your fake cock, making the dildo in your tunnel expand pleasantly. You moan euphorically, and repeat the motion in search of that thrilling feeling once again. This feels way better than you expected. Every motion from your end of the strap-on feels delicious and good.

“Not yet… Not yet…!” she sighs heatedly. Even as you occupy yourself trying to bring your pleasure to greater heights, Janine is already at the edge. A few more pistons are more than she can handle.

“This is… *TOO CRUEL!* Release m- *FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!*” She can’t even finish her command as pleasure blanks out her mind. Or at least, that’s what you assume happens. You’re looking at a girl whose eyes are drifting back in her eye sockets, and is now drooling even more than you are, so it seems like a good assumption. Her toes are clenched up, her resistance is gone, and she sounds like a profane little megaphone as you work her cunt into submission.

“You’re not cumming, are you? The prestigious Master of the Ninja Academy, brought low by a rubber shaft in her hole?”

“I AM! I’M CUMMING! I LOST AGAIN!” she screams like a banshee. “DAAAAAMN IIIIIIIIIIT!”

Wow is that satisfying. You move back and forth slowly, enjoying her words along with her spasming sex and the massage that it translates to in your own pussy. Ahh…

Just as you’re getting used to the obscene sounds of Janine’s pussy cumming around your rod, a metallic clang gets your attention. You look behind her to see a kunai on the floor, along with her ropes halfway done being cut. Quickly, you slide the kunai far out of her reach before staring into her eyes with a lack of amusement.

“Hiiiiiiii Emilia. Was there anything else you wanted to know about me? Favorite pants, dad’s profession, application process for the aca-”

“SQUEAL LIKE A PIG!”

You begin plowing into her like nothing more than an object, ensuring the noises she’s making are nothing less than the most whorish squeals you’ve ever heard. You quickly reach your own orgasm, but you don’t slow down in the slightest. In fact, you speed up instead, the only indication of your climax being the deep growl added to your moans, and the love juices dripping out around your strap-on. If she still had the ability to form words, she’d probably be crying out her regret for trying to cut herself free, but you’re hardly concerned with what the treacherous ninja thinks at this point. This strap-on feels good and you’re going to shove it up this cute captive’s cunt. That’s all there is to it.

Sometime after your third orgasm, Janine has well and truly been beaten by your rubber cock. She passes out, still humiliatingly bound in a puddle of her own cum. Phew. What a workout. If you had to guess, you’d say she came at least seven times, but you weren’t paying much attention to the experience that the wretched, cheating, conniving ninja girl was having. Had she gotten free, she would have definitely tried turning it around on you, so you punished her accordingly. You earned this victory. And she earned her disgraceful defeat.

Mental note: Double-sided strap-ons feel amazing. You’re a pure and chaste girl who has no libido and never engages in debauchery, so you’ll never need this information. But you will make a note of it.