Redwing Would Break.

"Yes," Dusklord said, after a moment of thinking. q He was curious, he wanted to see how far she would go. Redwing's body must have been aching, she'd been **** to cum again and again, and she had been pushed to the absolute limit. It was unbelievable that she actually wanted to go further! But so long as she did, he was game as well.

"After a night spent in the machine, I am sure even she would be broken."

Redwing looked at him for a moment, her face was flushed, and her eyes slowly moved towards the ground. She took a deep breath, shuddering as the movement of her chest **** her breasts outwards, her nipples were pointed and hard. Even though the electricity had been turned off, she was still hanging from the beam above her head, her wrists anchored to the machine, and her legs wide, the shock-wand poking into her pussy, now serving as a more normal dildo. Dusklord had a button, and the frame below her legs slid into place, the wand lowering, and allowing her exhausted feet to finally find solid ground. As soon as the shackles unlocked, Redwing tumbled to the ground, lying for a moment on the metal frame, her body shuddering, she was breathing heavily, she looked absolutely done.

"Have you had enough punishment yet?" Duskord asked, giving her what he was sure she wanted. Redwing looked up, her brown hair was messy, and her face was red. She swallowed, moistening her lips and throat. The sight of her so helpless made him hard, but not as hard as what she said next.

"Y-yes, master..." Redwing groaned, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I ever fought you, please don't send me back to the machine."

Dusklord smirked, feeling a heat rising through his body. He'd never thought he'd hear her say those words, or that they would turn him on quite so much when she did. He laughed, one of his villain laughs that he was sure she had numbered in her head.

"That's something I never thought I would hear from you, Redwing. I thought you were a hero, someone who never gives up, your will was unbreakable, wasn't it? Are you telling me that one night with my machine has turned you into a mewling whore? A sex **** with no pride of her own?"

"I..." Redwing looked up, it was a bit of a risk to go so hard, but Dusklord knew by now that she got off on humiliation. All night, the machine had teased and tormented her, opened her up to her own fantasies. Now, he was going to deliver one for real. The defeated hero and the victorious villain who was enjoying breaking her down.

"I'll do whatever you want," Redwing said, her head low, "I...I'll fuck whoever you want, if you want to catch it on camera, or make a video and upload it online, I'll tell everyone who I am. If you want to livestream me masturbating then I won't complain. But I don't want to go back to the machine."

"Is that so?" Dusklord said.

Redwing moved forwards, crawling on her hands and knees, she moved towards him, her head was low, and she didn't look up once, her hair falling around her back and face. Her hands fumbled for his pants, and he felt a surge of lust, but not so much that he didn't play into the role she'd given him, throwing one more jab at her.

"Use your mouth, my dear. Suck me off like the whore you are, and if you don't make me believe in your change of heart, the **** Maker is always ready for another round."

"Y-yes..." Redwing said, and then jerked as his fingers pinched her nipple, twisting it just enough to send a shock of pain through her. "Ah!"

"Yes, master. " Dusklord said. "You're not my equal anymore. As soon as you gave up, you became just another ****."

"Yes master." Redwing said the words slowly, almost savouring them. There was a look in her eye that told him he had not guessed wrong. Being captured by a villain and broken like this was one of her fantasies for sure. He felt her shiver as she undid his pants, the cold air pressed against his hard cock. It didn't bother him at all, as Redwing's fingers closed around it, her mouth opened, and he felt her hot breath against his foreskin. It sent tingles racing through his body, anticipation coiling inside of him. Redwing had not been the only one to look forward to this day. He had been eager himself to once more feel her body around his, and now at last it was finally time.

Her mouth closed around his shaft, her lips felt soft and warm, her tongue played over his member, stroking against it as she started to move her head back and forth. She'd sucked him off before, on the rooftop when they had first come to their arrangement, but this felt different. before, had hesitated, been too new to the whole thing. Now, she was deep into it, her fantasy had come to life, and she acted vigorously, throwing herself into the action with clear lust and desire.

Dusklord moaned, the feeling of her mouth around his member was exquisite. Her lips were pressed closed against it, her tongue teased the tip of his cock, almost cheeky, her motions made his legs feel weak. The nerve endings on the head of his cock were beginning to tingle, elation sweeping through his body as she stimulated his member. Redwing's hands rose to her chest, playing with her own breasts as she sucked on him, her fingers tweaked her nipples, stroked her areola, her motions became steadily more and more vigorous, her fingers spreading across her chest, she moaned into his cock, the tickling of her hot breath was a final little treat.

He couldn't believe that it was actually Redwing who was sucking on his cock right now, his actual, real nemesis was naked and on her knees, with his shaft in her mouth, and was so turned on she was playing with her own tits. He moaned, and then came, his seed filled her open mouth. Redwing looked like she was about to spit it out, but instead swallowed it with a gulp and a look of distaste. He laughed, patting her on the head as if she were a child.

"Good girl! I would have punished you if you'd spat it out. What are you now?"

She finally withdrew her mouth from his cock, trying to catch her breath, she looked at him, her eyes were vibrant, full of colour.

"I'm a whore, master... I...I'm a **** who tried to rise above her place and be a hero. But this is what I am supposed to be. Naked and kneeling in the dirt, just like you've shown me."

"Wow," Dark Angel commented, "I've got to say, this one knows her stuff. If not for the fact that I know Redwing would never say anything like that, I'd almost be convinced."

Dusklord gave her a look.

"Why don't we proceed to the next step? I've had my fun. Now it's your turn."