Hero Spade Sacrifices for the Hostage (Spade's Brainwashed First Sex) (3)
With hostages, she couldn't resist. With hostages, she had no choice but to obey. With hostages. With hostages. With hostages. That was why Spade couldn't refuse Villain No. 13's commands. No matter what he demanded, she had no choice but to comply.
"Next, how about sucking it with your mouth? Just like your colleague did a moment ago."
Even such a command—she had no choice but to follow....
Spade climbed down from the bed and knelt on the floor. No. 13 was still standing after rising from his chair, so his cock hovered at just the right height in front of her face.
This is a man's cock... It was the first time Spade had seen one this up close. Maybe she'd glimpsed her family member's as a child, but who could remember something like that? It didn't count anyway.
A grotesque, dark red monster of a thing, huge and intimidating. Traces of its recent passage through Apple's mouth lingered faintly. As if reacting to Spade's gaze, it twitched and seemed to swell even larger in real time.
Do all men have something this massive hanging between their legs? No, that can't be right. If everyone did, it'd be terrifying.
Was it because No. 13 was a villain? Because he was an Awakener? Was that why he had such an enormous cock?
Lacking knowledge, absurd hypotheses like that bubbled up and faded in Spade's mind.
"What? Getting shy now? Don't wanna do it?"
"...I never said that."
Spade shook off her momentary overwhelm and brought her face closer to No. 13's cock. A pungent body odor assaulted her nose—sweat, the concentrated musk of No. 13, mixed with what was probably Apple's saliva. The blend created a lewd, intoxicating scent.
Breathing it in, Spade felt her body grow strangely hot. Her lower half itched embarrassingly....
She tentatively extended her tongue toward it. The revulsion she expected didn't come. She licked lightly, like tasting something new—lick, lick. She'd thought servicing a man's organ would be a huge deal, but actually doing it felt surprisingly mundane.
"Spade, start from there and... yeah, slide down this way. Pay extra attention to right under the glans... that's it."
No. 13 placed a hand on her head, guiding her step by step since it was her first blowjob. Spade obediently followed his instructions.
...The more she licked this slab of meat, the stranger she felt. And watching it swell even more in real time as she did? Shocking. It can get even bigger? The growth was fascinating—and a little scary.
This is a man's cock... This is what it means to be a man....
Slurp, slurp... Spade's pink tongue glided over the dark red shaft. Looking down, No. 13 felt a tingling pleasure radiate deep into his hips. Her technique was clumsy as hell, but a beauty like this licking his dick? That alone was plenty good.
Above all, seeing this damn hero meekly glued to his cock, serving him... the domination, the control over her—it was satisfaction incarnate.
"Spade, Spade. You're doing great. Now take the glans in your mouth... yeah, no teeth."
Spade obediently engulfed the tip and transitioned to light sucking—slurp, slurp. The soft press of her lips, the tongue's caress, the occasional warm breath as she carefully suckled. No. 13 savored it all while stroking her red hair.
He glanced toward Apple. She was handcuffed to a twisted rebar jutting from the wall, squatting with one hand bound, watching him and Spade with envious eyes. Her free hand fidgeted near her crotch.
Dorothy's brainwashing tools had side effects. Whether the drugs or the hypnosis video used on Spade earlier, they all amplified the target's libido—like an aphrodisiac.
No. 13 had once thought it too convenient, but Dorothy's explanation made sense. Something about the sex drive center, how brainwashing worked best by hijacking pleasure pathways, and lust being the easiest to manipulate. He wasn't a genius like her, so he barely grasped ten percent of it. But seeing these two heroes now? The side effect was real.
Apple had turned into a masochistic pervert thrilled by cock-sucking or onaholes, just like before. Spade hadn't noticed her own arousal yet, but it was obvious—she was in heat. Her low resistance to her first sexual act? Probably thanks to that side effect.
If this is how it goes, it might be easier than I thought.
His worries eased. He'd fretted that strong aversion to sex might weaken the brainwashing, but it seemed unnecessary.
Slurp, slurp, smooch... schloop... slurp... smack... schloop...
Spade's mouth-pussy service grew bolder. No. 13 now perched on the bed's edge, Spade pressing close, taking his cock deep and sucking hard. Sometimes she gagged when it hit her throat, coughing. Teeth grazed occasionally, but she adapted fast—overall, not bad.
"Oh... you're getting better, Spade."
"Mmmph... mmf...!"
He couldn't make out the words, but her eyes flashed complaint. Probably asking how much longer. Who knew? At this rate, it'd take a bit more.
No. 13 reached past her serving shoulder and unhooked her bra. Her firm, healthy tits bounced free, spilling from the white lace.
"...?!"
"Don't mind it, keep going, Spade."
She shot him a resentful glare, but he ignored it, stripping the bra off. Her jiggling breasts, femininely plush, drew the eye. He groped one exposed mound. Heavy, weighty flesh filled his palm.
She jumps around like that with these attached? Wild.
Squeeze... knead... "Ngh... ah..." Every grope made Spade squirm uncomfortably. Side effect boosting sensitivity? Or just unused to the sensation? Didn't matter to him. He just enjoyed the heft and volume in his hands.
Claiming untouched flesh like this? Pure bliss.
His hands kept kneading, occasionally teasing her nipples. The clean pink areolae and erect nubs were already stiff. Pinching or twisting them made her shoulders twitch.
No. 13 pulled his cock from her mouth and yanked her onto the bed, spreading her legs.
"...! No...!"
"Quiet."
His low, unyielding voice shut her up. A wet stain darkened her panties. He rubbed her pussy over the fabric. She bit her lip, enduring silently.
Even through the cloth, her slit was soaked—her juices slicked his fingers.
"No... stop... please...."
Her voice cracked, almost tearful. No. 13 sighed at the fragile hero—usually so bold. It wasn't bad, but forcing a crying woman wasn't his taste.
He kept rubbing over her panties, leaning in close to her face.
"Spade. Do you really hate this?"
"No... it's not that, but... for Apple...."
"Right. You're doing it for the hostage, no choice. So no need to be sad. No need to think it's bad. You're being a real hero right now."
"...A real hero?"
"Yeah. The most righteous hero ever. Spade, you're amazing. I always think so."
Even villain praise left her dazed and pleased. Her brain wasn't fully awake—hypnosis lingered from the tool, making her swallow his words like a child.
"A hero wouldn't cry over something like this, right, Spade?"
"W-who's crying?! I won't! I'm not sad!"
"Exactly. Because you're a hero."
"Yeah... I'm a hero... I won't...."
His soothing words guided her. Soon, her usual confidence returned.
"Then, Spade, I'll take off your panties. That's okay, right?"
"Yeah... I'm a hero... A hero, so it's fine...."
She mumbled blankly, reassuring herself. No. 13 rubbed a few more times over the fabric, then peeled off her unresisting panties.