She struggles, but has something up her sleeve.

Ginger strips down to her lingerie. She has reservations on this particular case. When she saw the specimen she was to work with, she expected some support on the matter. Rhianna was a tough one to work with, but the consequences of not doing what she says is even more frightening. And yet...

"W-where do I b-begin with this?" She whispers.

Gingerly sliding the tips of her fingers along the hard slab that is Yvette's cock, the scientist examines many aspects of Yvette, but the biggest issue lay at the fact that her delicate digits could barely manage to get around its girth. About as long as her forarm, her fingers struggle to find an appropriate grip.

"I..." Ginger pauses. "I'm sorry, b-but I don't know what I can d-do."

Yvette feels the fingers glide along her long cock, wistfully wanting more to happen already. She twitches her cock once, and Ginger pulls her hand back with a startle.

"Is...umm...is there any chance I can ask you to... m-masturbate?"

Yvette frowns. It's not her responsibility to do anything so long as they get her essence into a lab, right? If this organization wants it that badly, then they will be the ones to work for it. Also, this would technically would fall under the tribe's 'denial of service' rule, but Yvette will let it slide.

"No," Yvette answers. "But you could try both hands."

"Oh...ok..." Ginger takes a deep breath. Taking the large membrane, she wraps all her digits around and strokes it, at first delicately, before gripping it and sliding it up and down.

Yvette flexes her cock again, spooking the girl and Ginger stumbles back, revealing the black panties covering her shaven pussy.

"P-please stop doing that," Ginger pleads.

Yvette sighs. It is too easy to mess with this one. She did wonder, though. If this scientist was put to this kind of 'duty,' wouldn't she have some experience working a cock?

The scientist did see her disappointment. She stops to pout, but then a thoughtful finger rests between her lips.

"Wa-wait, I got it," She stands up and heads towards a closet. It is locked, but she pulls out her work badge from her coat and hovers it over...something. There is no lock or knob to interact with. Only the sound of a click and the door creaking open proves that the method works.

Ginger pulls out a squishy looking tube, purple and transluscent and puts a few drops of lubricant down the squishy entrance. She closes the door and approaches Yvette, handing this thing to her.

"So, what is it?" Yvette looks at it curiously.

"It's a-an onahole, something we use to g-give our futas when no wo...when n-no one else is around," Ginger says, blushing red.

Yvette looks at the bizarre thing. This is supposed to relief someone? It's very squishy and feels close to some weird mix between plastic and skin. Yvette presses her thumb inside. Despite its cool exterior, it was warm to the touch.

"Alright then," Yvette hands the toy back to Ginger. "How about you show me?"

"M-me..." She points to herself, looking more flustered.

"Yes," Yvette smiles. "You."

Ginger bites her lip. "Umm...I guess..." She takes the toy out of Yvette's hand and kneels down again. "This is a b-bit embarassing."

Yvette laughs. "I bet it turns you on, being told to please a big fat cock like mine."

Ginger shyly chuckles. "Yeah, it's...kinda hot." She then places the toy side by side with Yvette's cock, letting the oozing lubricant smear all over her length, before rubbing it back and forth.

Yvette tilts her head back. Whatever Ginger was doing to her, it was now working. Strangely enough, it did not make her crave sex or feel like its teasing her, but something in between. It was like the perfect massage that didn't trigger her lust.

When she looks back down, Ginger pulls the toy away and rests the opening on her tip and presses down on her. Yvette's cock flexes involuntarily. The gentle squishy like texture emulated a women's vagina, but different from how she knows it. And as Ginger continues to push the toy down on Yvette, rather forcefully, enveloping her cock, she could feel herself melt away as the cool interior soon heats up, sending shivers upbher spine.

"Oh yes..." Yvette breaths.

Ginger's grins harder with each audible moan Yvette releases, seeing the once hard cock now fallen and eager to be carassed at her whim. "So, h-how does it feel?"

"Feels...so good." Yvette sits down on the bed, her own body fallen prey to a mere toy. It reminds her of Daiane and when they first made love. It almost scares her to compare her lover to a toy, but the grip it has on Yvette was just too good.

Time loses all meaning to the futa. She can only submit and enjoy this new experience, appreciating the joy this toy is giving her. Her hips thrust to the rhythm of Ginger's movements.

Given time, however, the novelty wears off and Yvette recollect herself. Ginger has to take repeated breaks because the strength required to maintain a steady enough rhythm is too much. These moments agitated the futa, and the power dynamic flips back to the amazoness.

Ginger's grin now fades into a longing grimace of defeat. Her fatigue was written all over her face, in the red swelling and the sweat that drips off her body, going so far as to remove her bra, exposing a modest set that Yvette licks her lips to. A small tattoo rests above her left tit, showing an apple. At this Yvette chuckles.

Ginger huffs. After each break, she becomes more and more vigorous, trying to fight her weariness. Her neatly combed black hair become a mess in the process. At this point, Yvette wasn't just enjoying the toy anymore. Ginger's vain attempts was enough to humor her.

With one final effort, Ginger tries with all her might to stroke the futa cock. For a moment, Yvette could even feel that early onset of a climax coming on. It wasn't long after that Ginger drops, collapsing her butt on her sepearted legs, and panting for air. The game was up.

Yvette was still rock hard and horny, and as much fun as it was, they did not squeeze out the cum out of her. But Yvette will offer sympathy for the effort Ginger has given. Taking hold of the toy on her meaty cock, Yvette slides it up and down, rocking her hips in violent motions and enjoying it at her pace. Ginger watches, with bated breath, realizing she was far from putting the energy she needed to succeed.

With that sweet buildup, she senses her body is primed and shoves her cock through the other end of the toy with one final push. Her cum erupts and splashes all over the delicate scientist with an enormous volume of cum through the course of several waves of ejaculations. The amount that pours over Ginger was beyond belief. It drenches her completely, and more of Yvette's spunk continues to pour out on her. It was shocking, as if a bucket of cum was dropped on her.

"Oh my God! There's s-so much!" Ginger cries, looking at the quanitity covering body, her fingers moving against her skin to feel the very essence she was trying to get. "So...thick..."

It took her a moment longer to remember she was supposed to be collecting samples. Her body tries to stand, and she finds it could not move an inch, instead feeling her body fall back towards the dresser. The amazoness was already there to stop her fall in a movement beyond her comprehension. Ginger must have blinked and saw Yvette go from the bed side to beside her. Such speed was unnatural.

She could not bother to comprehend anything. There, just inches from her face, was Yvette, looking at her, checking on her. She could smell Yvette's sweat through the cloud of musk. She could see her sweaty, oily skin and the scars that marks her body. So many scars, yet beautifully decorated on her. Yvette looks at her with kindred eyes. They were beautifully bright and green with hints of yellow and brown, reminding her of a sunflower.

"Could you..." Ginger pauses in between breaths. "Could you...scoop...scoop some of...this...?"

Yvette smiles. "I could..." she says coyly, taking one glance at the beakers on the bed. "But I was under the impression that was your job."

Ginger looks up meekly, as if pleading with her eyes, but Yvette remains, enjoying the power she now wields over her.

"But you know, I think there is still a way to give you what you need, and give myself some much needed release," Yvette continues.

Ginger's heart skips a beat. Amidst the rest of the sticky cum that clings and dribbles down her body, a warm wetness emerges between legs. Her deep breaths turn to heated pants.

Yvette can gleam from the innocent eyes looking up at her, and the bite to Ginger's lower lip, what was running through her mind.

"Yes," Ginger pants. "I think... I have something... different that you could fill up this time..."