Chapter 7 by Rowenar

How far does it go?

Not far, thanks to a surprise arrival

Waverly felt tears well up as she arched back on stage, her legs spread and her pussy the undeniable centre of attention for a scary amount of people. The gun teased at her, and she knew full well what thoughts it was putting into the minds of the crowd.

But it couldn’t happen, oh god, it couldn’t happen-

And then someone pushed through to the front, getting close to the stage. Waverly had tried to ignore the faces as best she could, though it had done nothing to make her forget people were watching her.

But that face she couldn’t ignore. Suddenly her sister was somehow there, Wynonna in front of everyone.

God no. That was somehow worse; any other time she’d have been glad of her sister recusing her, but she couldn’t bear for Wynonna to see her like this. That time Waverly managed a sob, her sister’s baffled gaze on her exposed body.

“I didn’t believe it when I got the call,” Wynonna said. She pushed back someone who clearly wanted to take her place; “Waverly, what the hell?”

Waverly whimpered. Let her speak, god please let her speak, don’t let whatever perverted thing was controlling her answer that.

“I can’t help it,” she managed to squeak. “I-”

She was cut off when she lifted the gun to her mouth again, wrapping her lips around the shaft, whimpering as she swallowed it, bobbing up and down.

Wynonna watched, expression equal parts embarrassing disgust and confusion.

Waverly squirmed on the stage, on the verge of tears, feeling the eyes on every inch of her. She found she couldn’t look away from Wynonna though; oh god, her sister was seeing her like this.

This couldn’t be happening.

“Help,” Waverly managed to gasp, gun leaving her hand.

And then she lost control, standing again, striding over to the pole and grabbing it, walking in tune to the beat of the music and shaking her body, well aware that Wynonna could still see her, that everyone could.