She obeys.

Nishi shot an anguished look at Bryce who simply stared back at her. “Fine.” She untied the condom and opened it with two fingers, inserting them like a cock in the thin latex.

She crawled over to where Dr. Verma lay, which was, in what he was certain was not a coincidence, the maximum length she could crawl without either breaking her leash or pulling the thing it was connected to. Then in a savage motion thrust it into Dr. Verma’s swollen pussy, and ripped it open with thin, but strong fingers, mimicking, quite intentionally, the effect that Ultraboy had had on the original condom. “Will that do?” She asked, kneeling before the suddenly sore Padma, removing the remnants of the condom from her hated enemy’s cunt.

Bryce smiled and spoke before Verma could do anything but grunt. “Yes, and you’ve earned a reward.” He stepped forward and flicked the milker onto full power, sending absurd pleasure through Nishi’s cock. “Don’t cum until you’ve cleaned every drop of my cum and hers from that latex, with your mouth.”

Nishi instantly shoved the latex covered fingers into her mouth, sucking on them more desperately than she had on Padma’s clit. Her hips pumped, muscles clenching in her legs, ass and back as she tried to hold back her orgasm. Her teeth bit down hard enough to break the latex, though not the skin before she gained enough control to pull the latex from her mouth and hold it up desperately.

She’s not going to last more than a few more seconds, the milker truly is a remarkably invention, does he decide it’s clean enough, or is she going to need to be punished?