Play Nasty

As soon as the head of his penis passed Gwen’s teeth, she bit down. Victor immediately reacted and flung himself away from her with a scream of pain, but as he fell he knocked one of the switches on Gwendolyn’s chair. Her binds unclasped and the half-elf was now free.

“BALLZ!” She screamed in rage as she leapt out of her chair. “I’m gonna paint the walls of this room with your god damn blood!”

She fired of bolt of magical energy his way, but the scientist rolled behind a table at the last second. Gwen cried out again as her entire demeanour changed: A pair of horns began to spring out from the top of her skull, a pair of bat like wings emerged from her back, and her eyes were now completely yellow.

“ThAt’S iT lItTlE mAn! FlEe FrOm Me LiKe ThE cOwArD yOu ArE!”

With her new claws, Gwen(?) was building up a colossal ball of energy. As it grew bigger and bigger, Victor started to recover and pulled out a small remote from his lab pocket. Flicking the switch, a single bolt of electricity shot off from a nearby tesla coil and struck Gwendolyn right in the spine.

She roared in pain and her entire transformation practically melted from her body. When she fell, she was back to normal. Before she could do anything else, Victor grabbed her roughly by the neck.

“I’m afraid you should’ve cooperated Miss Sinclair. Because now… I’m going in raw!”

“AHHHHHHHH!~”

Marty could hear Gwendolyn moaning loudly. He slowed his pace as he stepped out of the lift. He looked around and noted that he was in some sort of reception room before a laboratory. It was stylish and clean, with a white and red aesthetic. There was also a random staircase that seemed to lead to the roof.

The young man walked towards the door and took a peek to see what was happening. A large bald man in a white coat was fucking Gwen on a table. The motion he moved in was like a piston moving in and out at a brutal speed. Looking closer, Marty could make out the large size of his cock, making his own look quite small in comparison, despite being at a pretty good size. Gwen seemed to be in a state of both pain and pleasure, unable to escape from the man who was pinning him down.

For a moment, Marty imagined himself in that position. Bound and helpless and unable to do a thing as someone took complete advantage of him. He swore his mind was taunting him as he envisioned himself being held down, bent over a table and rammed into until he had no desire to resist. The loud wet slapping getting louder reminded him what he had to do. He just wasn’t sure how to achieve it.

He stepped through the doorway, keeping to the back of the man in the white coat. Marty positioned himself behind a table and scanned the room. To his left was a pipe that had been left on one of the lab tables, likely after a plumbing accident that hadn’t been fixed. To his right however, was a handgun. The man in the coat must have left it as he began to **** Gwen. He had to grab one and hope that it would be enough to finish the large man in front of him.