I'm powerless to intervene. Not because I can't through force but because the pleasure coursing in my body prevents me from moving the slightest muscle. The only muscle that does move? The only one that reacts, pulses, throbs... yeah, my hard cock smashed between Eliza's feet. Her stroking of my cock, along with her fingers deep in my throat, once again brings me into bliss. Like I discovered the most tranquil and pleasing place in the galaxy.
Eliza leans over, still on my back in some demented piggyback ride, and spits, running a trail from her mouth down to my cock. Her feet and soles rub the spit around my shaft, and she curls her toes around my tip to spread her spit even further. She knows what she's doing and now pumps my cock harder in her soles while she fucks my mouth with her fingers.
Small Coffee isn't doing a damn thing. He's just standing to the side, not intervening or joining in.
"Watch the show..." Eliza whispers into my ear. "See what the Goddess Mary can do to your beloved Nesi."
I watch Mary move Nesi's panties to the side. Nesi straight-up erupts while Mary rubs the fuck out of her, squirting into the air in screams that I couldn't even make her do myself. It isn't just me who can make her squirt, but also this random woman Nesi doesn't even know. I'm not sure of anything anymore, like how all of this can happen, right before my eyes, without the police, or the damn military, coming in and intervening. Everything that's happened tonight breaks every rule of law in the city, not to mention the country.
I've always wondered what Nesi liked. She never talks about it, but now, I have my answer. It never mattered in the many times we've played in her apartment. I was able to come, and so was she, so I never really bothered to ask directly what turned her on. She obviously likes being pinned in wrestling-style moves, and the more humiliating, the better, and the more pleasure she gets, judging from the power of that squirt. I know nothing about wrestling. I can only watch the positions before me since I can't name them.
Mary shifts the pin and moves Nesi into something new. The more helpless and on display Nesi gets in front of the crowd, the louder and more moans she emits, submitting to the pleasure.
Eliza slaps me, almost like she needs to remind me that she's still there. "Keep watching... Once Mary finishes with Nesi, I'll make you come and blow your brains out." She abruptly leans her head over my shoulder and licks my cheek. "Nesi will be fine. Mary wanted to make an example out of her, but you, Arlo... Mmm..."
"Fuck..." I mumble, my tongue swirling around Eliza's fingers, and she pops another into my mouth.
Mary moves Nesi into a backbreaker. I do know that move, and it's relatively simple. She moves her hand in between Nesi's legs and has a firm grip on her neck. Mary spins around and around, making Nesi's moans fill the stage while she fingers her. The crowd of onlookers booms, some trying to taste Nesi. Bastards... it should be me getting all of Nesi's forbidden juices.
Finally, Mary stops, holding Nesi in place, draped across her shoulders so that she looks up into the darkness. "I could have killed her three times by now!" Mary screams at the crowd. "But, no..."
"Why not?" someone yells from the crowd.
"We have plans for her. Nesi has talent... especially after what she did to Arlo," Mary answers, setting Nesi down. Now, she cups Nesi's face and leans in. "Stay here."
"Yes, ma'am..." Nesi says.
"I'll put you in more pins later during your training," Mary says, giving Nesi a few light slaps on the cheek.
Nesi nods and looks at the ground. I can't believe what I'm seeing. What happened to the dominant woman I've grown to know? What happened to the woman with so much confidence and power that it radiated off her and poisoned any room she walked in? I don't recognize Nesi. It's like I shouldn't even know her name. That isn't Nesi, and what Mary turned her into is not something I find attractive at all. How pathetic...
I have no room to talk, and both of us are still pathetic. I stare at Nesi. Hard. It's almost like I'm trying to petrify her. I know Nesi feels my stare penetrating her damn soul. To my surprise, she turns away and refuses to look at me.
Mary power walks over, stopping only when she enters my personal space. "So, you're Arlo..." She gives me an elevator stare up and down, a stare that's very commonplace around here, just based on what I've seen. "Disgusting..." She backhands me, making my head snap to the side.
Eliza forces my face forward, making me look at Mary. "You look at Goddess Mary when she's talking. Even if she hits you, even if she insults you, spits on you, whatever. You look at her. Understood?"
"Yes..." I say.
Eliza grips my face tighter, squeezing my waist with her legs. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, ma'am..."
"Good boy, keep sucking my fingers and enjoy this before I kill you," Eliza says.
I nod and suck on her fingers right in front of Mary. She's so close to my mouth, which gives oral to Eliza's fingers, that she could stick her tongue out and lick me. Her breath fans out onto my face; unlike Nesi, she could use a breath mint. That should be step one to fighting at all in Temptora. A sharp, long, powerful squeeze of Eliza's soles on my shaft makes me shiver and groan onto her fingers and also into Mary's face.
"A guy who likes sucking on things..." Mary says, almost sounding intrigued and disgusted at the same time. Mary wraps her hand around my neck as if she's trying to feel Eliza's fingers while she deep-throats me. It doesn't work that way. I groan, with non-manly grunts filling the already small space between us. The crowd comes back to life and claps their hands, and Eliza pushes her fingers in and out of my mouth to the clapping beat.
"What a fuck boy..." Eliza mutters into my ear.
Mary slaps me, but I keep my head steady and continue staring at her. "Oh! Good boy..." she taunts. She turns her stare to Eliza. "Keep toying with him as long as you want, then when you want to end it. Make him come."
"Yes, ma'am," Eliza says.
Damn, is Mary a ma'am to everyone? Whoever this Mary is, she's pretty intense and was the one to defeat Derek, who still rots away inside the glass box nearby.
Mary walks away and back over to Nesi, lowering her to the ground onto her hands and knees. Mary sweeps Nesi's arms out to make her head smash onto the stage floor beneath her. Nesi is facedown, ass up. Still holding Nesi's arms, Mary forces them under the body and through the legs. She crosses Nesi's ankles and sits on her back, looking at the crowd. Nesi is stuck in one of the most humiliating positions I've ever seen... Her ass is high in the air, her ankles crossed together, and her arms under and through her legs.
With the weight of Mary sitting on her lower back, Nesi can't move at all or even free herself. She rubs Nesi's ass over and over and gives it an audible slap. Mary is still completely clothed, while Nesi only wears her shirt, or what's left, anyway. Part of it was ripped during one of the many holds Mary put her in.
Nesi looks like a shell of herself. Her face is pleasured over, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She's convulsing, twitching like a wave of coffee floods her system. Not coffee, but pleasure. Her hands trapped between her legs clench into fists a few times. Mary digs her foot into a pile of fluid on the stage while maintaining her seat. Nesi's fluid. Her squirts. Her. Nesi is humiliatingly pinned in a puddle of herself.
"Nesi..." I mumble with Eliza's fingers in my throat. She moves her right arm under my chin and hooks it around my neck, keeping the fingers on her left hand fucking my mouth. At least the gun is no longer pressed to my temple, though I'm not sure where it is. It's hard to feel fear when the pleasure is so overwhelming.
Mary, comfortable with her seat on Nesi's lower back, looks out to the crowd. "This is the new norm. This is your new city!" she yells.
The crowd roars into the night sky, and the cheers echo a few times before dying out. "Now that Temptora is here, matches will be sanctioned. No more free-for-all. That was to cull out the weaklings."
"Tell us who you are!" a voice in the crowd screams.
My eyes dart in that direction to see a man, maybe in his early twenties. At least he has clothes on.
Mary pets Nesi's hair and rubs her ass. "I'm Mary Corzikh. Your new leader of Temptora, and also, the original sexassin." Nesi tries to buck Mary off, but her efforts are futile. Mary's weight comes down on her and she sits like a queen while Nesi is the throne.
"What's a sexassin?" another unknown voice yells.
"Well—"
A scream pierces through the crowd, echoing off the tall buildings nearby. Everyone on stage snaps their heads in that direction. The sea of naked, partially naked, and some people now wearing full clothes, opens up in a large circle.
I suck on Eliza's fingers while she strokes me with her feet, but I turn to face the commotion. Everyone runs in a panic, creating a wide, open circle in the middle of the crowd. Some loud gasps erupt through the darkness, and a spotlight shines into the middle of the newly created shape.
Inside is a woman with a pink mist around her body. Her blue hair blows behind her back because of the wind. And she isn't alone.
Wait... this is the woman that Nesi and I saw on TV!
This time, I get a better look at her tattoos. Intricate, detailed patterns roll up her legs, surrounding and encasing her thighs in a thick coat of vines. Those vines have more vines and extend around her thighs. They look like barbed wire. She's barefoot, which I assume is standard for women around here. A foot fetish is really fucking common, so any woman probably wants to be ready just in case.
That's just a theory.
Even her feet have tattoos. A phoenix, in bright red, fiery colors, rests atop her left foot. Her right foot has a pile of ashes, smoldering with smoke rising up that leg until it mixes with the vines wrapping her thigh. Beautiful calligraphy spreads across her stomach, but I can't make out any of the words, even if it's the English language. Her arms have tattooed chains; her right arm chain is rusted, and her left arm chain is silver and looks brand new. Just like the vines on her thighs, the chains wrap around her wrist, up to her forearm, and finally to her biceps, which almost act like shackles keeping her muscles from bulging out of her arm.
The woman's face looks blank, and there's no way I can see her eye color from here. Her skin might be tan. It could be white. She has so many tattoos that it's hard to tell much about what's underneath.
I figure squirms beneath her, and I lower my gaze to see a man. He's on his knees, naked, and bent all the way back so that his head is stuck between the woman's thighs. The woman flexes her thighs, and those vines act like they wrap around the man's neck. He reaches up to claw at her, but the woman grabs his wrist, then his other, to lock him in place. All he can do is stare up at her back, which I'm sure also has tattoos or the sky.
"Stroke yourself..." the woman says. More pink mist expels from her body and slowly encases the man's chest, stomach, thighs, and ankles, wrapping around him like an anaconda going for the kill.
She tosses one of his wrists down, and the man obeys. He strokes himself in front of everyone. The man goes to work on his junk, and he orgasms almost immediately. Even though the crowd is silent and everyone watches, I don't hear any moans, screams, or any sounds of joy. Just... nothingness. Come spurts out, then the woman laces her hands with his, interlocking their fingers, and she steps to the side, crossing her ankles and tightening her hold on the man's neck between her thighs. Her thighs turn red and darker and exert more force until there's a solid snap, and the man goes limp.
"Oh, shit..." Small Coffee mutters. Damn, I almost forgot about him.
The woman continues standing there, motionless, not moving or releasing the corpse that's trapped in her headscissors. It's a limp, lifeless body, but there's one muscle that is anything but dead.
"You aren't the original sexassin," the woman spits, keeping a firm hold and her fingers laced on the prized dead body between her legs.
"Korra?! You're supposed to be dead! Seize her!" Mary yells into the microphone. She's no longer sitting on Nesi, but Nesi stays in the same humiliating pose even though she's free.
"Soldiers, seize Korra by any means necessary!" Small Coffee screams.
The crowd descends into chaos, and the large, open circle quickly fills with bodies swarming in every direction. Korra disappears after people run in front of her. Only the dead body that she snapped with her thighs is on the ground, getting stomped on by everyone running somewhere.
"Looks like I'm out of time to play with you..." Eliza says. She bends me over slightly and strokes my cock as hard as possible with her wet feet, making me give her fingers oral while my moans increase, my cock twitching. I can't resist it any longer...
I groan out loudly and snap back up, straightening my back to look straight into the face of Korra, the tattooed woman. Her cheeks only have a couple of freckles, and her eyes are bright blue, though a different shade from the color of her hair. Her lips are perfect, with no peeling skin or other chapped marks.
Now, I see tattoos covering her face, which I couldn't see before. They remind me of trophies, like someone keeping track of a kill count and is damn proud of it. I look down at her body and see that she's holding a pair of wireless headphones, and I send her a confused look.
"Get the hell away from us, Korra!" Eliza yells.
A quick side glance shows a large, muscular black man approaching Mary, and Mary backpedals away from him. Another man whose features I can't see from the other side of the stage approaches Small Coffee, now making him backpedal as well. Mary forces Nesi to her feet by grabbing her wrists and running with her and Small Coffee off the stage, being chased by both men. Down below, many of the soldiers are busy trying to control the commotion of the frantic crowd.
Korra maintains eye contact with me and a smirk slowly erupts onto her face. She takes the headphones and moves them over my shoulder, and through my side vision, I see her place them on Eliza's head. I can hear the music erupting from them, a steady beat and a melody that would make anyone want to dance.
When I look forward at Korra, she's taken a few steps back and is now rolling her shoulders up and down, following the beat. Her foot kicks out, making the phoenix on top of her foot flap its gorgeous wings. She puts her hands on her hips, bouncing in place to the rhythm of the music that erupts from the headphones on Eliza's head. Her skin almost glows pink, but it's the mist pouring out of her.
"What the fuck are you doing..." I ask, mumbling through Eliza's wet, dirty fingers.
Eliza releases me, and I feel her wet, sloppy soles pull away from my throbbing cock. She drops the gun, and I hear it collide with the stage floor, and luckily, that didn't make the gun go off. "Eliza is a bassophile..." Korra says to me, giving me a little grin. Her eyes dart to Eliza, who walks forward and stands before her. "Isn't that right, Eliza?"
Eliza nods. "I've never told anyone that..."
I stand there, dumbfounded. "So her kink is..."
"Music," Korra finishes.
Korra dances around Eliza, gripping her ass, giving it a firm slap, and then ripping Eliza's clothes off with one single tear. For some reason, as I watch Korra dance to the music pulsing through Eliza's headphones, I get the overwhelming urge to suck on Korra's... anything. Her fingers, her toes, her clit, tits, neck, I don't care, but Korra is suddenly intoxicating me somehow.
She takes Eliza's hands and spins around, not stopping the bouncing rhythm. Korra stomps her feet, bouncing her body up and down, and then faces me, her ass grinding against Eliza. "It's the pheromones. What you feel toward me right now? Normal... That's the mark of a true sexassin."
I take a deep breath and inhale Korra's scent, and fucking hell if that's not the best thing I've ever smelled in my life. I bite my lip and nod at her. "Okay."
The music builds and enters a hook with lyrics that match the melodic beat. "That's my cue..." Korra says. She spins around to face Eliza and gives her a hard kiss on the lips; all the while, Korra gets on and off her tiptoes. That beat makes Eliza's eyes glaze over, her hands rubbing all over Korra's body. Well, the parts that are within reach.
Korra squats down as the music is about to crescendo into the chorus, and she moves her arms between Eliza's legs. She bounces herself up and heaves Eliza into the air and onto her shoulders, Eliza's pussy sitting right in front of Korra's face while she squats. Eliza's legs dangle in the air behind Korra, and Korra places her hands on Eliza's ass to support her.
The song drops into a heavy bass with a thick beat, and Korra abruptly stands, spinning Eliza in the air as she rides on Korra from the front. It's like a game of chicken in the swimming pool, but backward and sitting in reverse. Korra slurps Eliza up and then slams her down on the stage, giving Eliza oral to the beat of the music. I watch Korra slip her tongue into all of Eliza's folds, leaving nothing untouched. This doesn't stop and makes me start stroking myself.
Korra hooks her body around and into a 69 with her on top. Eliza screams and smacks the ground with her hand, all again to the beat of the music blasting through the headphones. Korra swings her legs up and snakes them around Eliza's head, mindful of the headphones, and squeezes her, choking her out while she comes into Korra's mouth. The sounds coming from Eliza's mouth are out of this world and sound like a high-pitched banshee's wail.
Rising, Korra takes a breath as the music fades out near the end of the song. She licks her lips and then spits, looking down at Eliza and the sloppy mess between her legs. "God... you taste disgusting," she hisses. Korra grabs the gun, aims it at Eliza, and fires at her head as the music from the headphones finally goes silent.
That doesn't even phase me, and I don't react. I continue to stroke my cock while looking at Korra. She walks over to me. Calmly. No bouncing, no dancing, no rhythm. She reaches out and grabs my hand that is around my cock. "Hey, it's okay. This is normal around someone like me."
My mouth pops open, and Korra pushes up on my jaw to close it. "No, Arlo. I know what you want."
I stroke harder. "What's wrong with me..."
Korra runs a hand through her thick, blue hair. "It's my pheromones, Arlo. I'm a sexassin..."
I shake my head. "No. No, no. Humans can't do that. That's impossible."
She nods, probably expecting such an answer. "Sexassins can. That's what makes us so dangerous."
I stroke harder, almost rubbing myself raw. "I can't stop... How do I—"
"I'm not here to hurt you, okay? But to rescue you."
I look across the stage, and Mary, Nesi, and Small Coffee are nowhere to be found. "Where's Nesi?"
Korra looks over to where I stare, then back to me. "She's gone Arlo. Caught in Mary's spell."
That makes me stop stroking, and I pull my hand off my cock. We still hold hands in front of us. "Nesi is gone...?
"She's no longer the Nesi you knew. Mary is going to turn her into something dangerous."
I squint my eyes at Korra. "Something like you."
Korra nods. "Basically, yes. Come on, we need to brief you on what's happening to this city."
I take a deep breath. "Uh, who's we?"
Korra cups my face. "You'll see. It's okay, Ato... You may not recognize me because of all my tattoos. Hell, my hair has never been blue."
Ato... Only one person has ever called me that.