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A Delta City Villains Holiday Special pt. 1

by Sigma

I

I just love Christmas.

It’s the only time of the year I can get all these fools in one place without them wanting to kill each other. Usually.

Oh yeah, y’all might not remember me. I was briefly in that one Halloween story a few months back where Geek got eaten by big-titted zombies. I told ‘im not to trust that creepy fucker in the hat, but he wouldn’t listen. Anyway, I bullied Sigma into givin’ me my own story after keepin’ me in the vault so damn long, so I’ma introduce myself.

My name is Sunday Rayleen Whitaker, but everyone just calls me Sunny. I’m thirty-none-of-your-goddamn-business years old and I run a bar on the edge of Sugar Town called Sunny’s.

And yes, my name really is Sunday. You can check my birth certificate, high school yearbook (go Bulldogs!), and my arrest records if you don’t believe me. My parents loved Jesus so much, that’s what they called me. They’re a couple of mean Baptist hysterics. The fire and brimstone kind. Not the “love your fellow man” kind. Even after they kicked me out on account of my many transgressions (smokin’ weed, sellin’ weed, fornicatin’ with other girls, oh, and I shot our pastor in his kneecap when he got too handsy – and that was after he stiffed me on the weed I sold him), I decided to keep it, because how many girls you know named Sunday?

Anyway, I’m six feet tall, with blonde hair. My ass turns heads, so do my thighs, and so do my tits. And I got a flat stomach. I don’t gotta spend hours in the gym to maintain none of that either. Every last cell of my body is all-natural, honey. That’s just how the good lord blessed me, I guess. Prof Pervo says he thinks I’m one of them Aphrodites, and he’s probably right, cuz I lose all sense in my head just like them heroines whenever I have the big O. But, it is what it is.

Oh, and if you’re wonderin’ about the accent. It’s from a little town in Alabama you never heard of. That place ain’t nothin’ like here in Delta City, and if I never left, I never woulda started my bar, where the city’s more...let’s say unscrupulous citizens like to congregate.

I mean, I ain’t no better, I robbed banks and ripped off people all over the south before I ended up here in Florida. But that’s not why we’re here.

It’s Christmas! And I’m holdin’ my yearly Christmas party for all my regulars, but I gotta get this place cleaned up before they start showin’. I got my music goin’, my tree is up, I just need to bring the food out and make sure I got enough ice for the bar, and then we can get crackin’.

Just as I head to the walk-in to get the food, the door opens. Who’s comin’ in already? The party ain’t for another hour.

Oh...This bitch. And she bought one of them kids with her.

“How y’all doin’, Sunny?” Texas Star says to me, with her hands on them shapely hips and them meaty tits poked out (mine are better). She’s standin’ in my doorway and I can see that sweet classic muscle car parked outside. Right next to Star is that teen heroine, you know, the Asian one. Azure Angel! That’s her name!

“Whaddya want Star? I’m busy,” I tell her. “And she can’t be in here. She ain’t 21,” I say as I point to Angel.

“Concerned about the law all of a sudden, Sunny?” Star says, walkin’ around my place. She’s keeping her hands near them six-shooters. And she’s as fast as greased lightning with them things. I know that too well.

I’ve got guns right here under the bar. I think I can move quick enough to tag her if it comes to that, but there are two of them and I don’t know much about Angel…

“What do y’all want? I said I’m busy.”

“It’s been quiet out there today. We’re bored and I wanted to see what my favorite bartender is up to.” She touches one of the ornaments on my tree.

“You don’t drink here, Star. I don’t serve your kind.”

“You mean heroines?” she says with a fake pout of them full lips.

“I mean Texans, hillbilly.”

“Ey!” she rages at me.

I first ran into her when I was on a bit of crime tour throughout Texas. She and her ranger buddies nearly cooked my goose in Austin once. I got out of there and this dumb bitch followed me across Louisiana, Mississippi, home in Alabama, Georgia, and now here. She’s like a bad STD I can’t get rid of.

“Ms. Star says you deal drugs out of here,” Angel says to me. “Where are they?”

“I don’t sell to kids, little lady.”

“I’m 18!”

“Honey, you’re still a child,” I tease. “Them She Legion girls stick you with babysitting today, Star?”

“I’ll have you know Angel is a skilled and capable young heroine,” Star says.

“Aww, thanks Ms. Star.”

Star smiles at her. “And anyway, it’s time she gets to partake in her first shakedown. Y’all need to be reminded that we run Delta City. So where’s your stash at, Sunny?”

It’s in the wall behind the jukebox. “Ain’t no stash, you dumb cow. Now get out.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Sunny,” Star says. She looks around the bar and then locks eyes on the jukebox. Dammit! “Over there, Angel. Look behind the jukebox.”

Angel walks over and shoves the jukebox aside and then finds the fake panel. She pulls it open and takes out my duffle bag. Inside is my stash of party pills and tabs of Bliss I still need to get to my distributors. She shows the bag to Star.

“Sunny, Sunny, Sunny. Now what is all that?”

“I got alotta health issues.”

“Uh huh.” She pulls a gun and my hands go up. “Looks like I’m taking you in. That’s enough weight that you’re probably gonna get 30 years, minimum, especially with your record. Come on out from ‘round that bar.”

I look over at Angel. “Hey, hon, check the bottom of that bag. There’s something in there for you.”

She looks at me and then starts going through.

“Wait!” Star says. “Angel, don’t!”

But it’s too late. There’s a pop and the dye pack inside explodes, covering that little girl in blue dye. She screams in surprise and falls on that little tight ass of hers. Star’s distracted enough that I grab my shotgun, aim and fire. Star screams and goes down, dropping her gun.

Angel, covered in blue, gets up and yells for Star. I aim the gun and pop her too. Now they’re both writhing and twitching on the ground, moanin’ and shit.

“Oh stop your bellyachin’, you two,” I tell them. “Those were beanbag rounds, you’ll just be bruised up.”

Angel’s holding her stomach and coughing. Star got hit in her face and is callin’ me every name under God’s blue sky. She stops when I step on her chest.

“I think I’ma claim that sweet ride of yours, Star,” I saw, looking at the car outside. I then look at them before looking at my tree. Now I need to decide. Am I gonna top my tree with a Star or an Angel?

II

I decided to go with the Angel. So now that little Asian cutie is sitting on top of my tree, hands tied behind her, with a gag in her mouth and the biggest vibrating dildo I had shoved up that tight little snatch. I can barely hear her moanin’ and whinin’ over Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, but the cum from her snatch is already dripping down. Her nipples are rock hard too. I probably shouldn’t have given her so much Bliss before I put her up there. Oh well.

I start setting up the tables with the food and look over at Star, chained to the wall with mistletoe over her head. She’s looking at me with absolute fury in her eyes, but she ain’t goin’ anywhere. I take out my phone and take a selfie with her and she screams in her gag. She gets even more pissed when I take her hat and put it on my head. I kiss her on the cheek and take another selfie, and then I take a third one while sucking on one them admittedly impressive titties. I take another of my cute little tree topper. Then I type up a post on my social media with pics attached.

“Get your asses down here already. Look what I got going on for the party.” - Ms_Sunday_Rayleen

“Splendid!” - ProfPervoOfficial

“Hahaha, stupid cunts!” - PanthrisXXX

“Got a little surprise myself. Stay tuned. ;)” - TheeCaptKO

Everything’s all set up. I put Star’s car in the garage ‘round back, the drinks are getting cold, the tables are set. Now I just need to wait for my guests.

*

It’s about a half hour later when my first guest arrives. And it’s Captain KO! I ain’t seen him in a minute and I wasn’t sure he was actually coming. I was never sure what his deal was. He vanishes for long stretches of time, to the point where most of us nearly forget about him, and then he just pops back up.

He strides in, tall and lean in that tight red suit with the blue cape. I always thought he was mighty handsome with that short blonde hair too. He’s got four of his henchmen comin’ behind him, carrying two big trunks between ‘em.

“Cap!” I say. We hug and I give him a peck on the cheek.

“Sunny, dollface. It has been an age, hasn’t it?”

“Where you been?”

“Oh, here and there,” KO says. “But I come bearing gifts!” He signals his men. The first two open one trunk, which has some big machine with glass tanks and tubes and such.

“What is this?”

A grin crosses his face. “It goes with this, my dear!” He signals the other two and they open the other trunk. Right before my eyes is the Queen of Justice herself, Ms. Americana, naked except for her mask, tied up and gagged in the trunk. That little blonde sidekick is right next to her, in the same sorry state. “I couldn’t come empty handed. I acquired these two last night,” KO tells me. “So, the machine is my super milker. Sadly, it’s designed for only one subject, but trust me, Americana’s milk is better.

“Huh…” I say, looking around. “All right, set her up in the corner.”

The busty, dark-haired bitch screams and writhes as KO’s henchmen pull her out of the trunk. Those magnificent 38Gs shake all over the place. One of the goons puts her over his shoulder and she shrieks as KO gives her a sharp slap on the ass. She’s then taken, along with the milker, to the spot I pointed.

“What about this one?” one of his henchmen asks of Flag Girl.

I look at the dessert table. “Oh! I need a centerpiece. Set her up over there.”

His men get to work and I grab his arm and drag him to the bar. “I’m getting you a drink, mister.” I get two beers, Cap’s favorites, and crack them open. “Now...what have you been up to?”

“I had to lay low after a heist went wrong,” he tells me. “That was two months ago. I’ve been slowly rebuilding since then.”

“What happened?”

“Betrayed by my partner,” he tells me. “Don’t worry, they’ll get what’s coming. But enough of that, how have you been?”

“No complaints. Had some visitors this morning,” I say, pointing to the two captured heroines.

“Eh, it’s better for them,” he says. He then turns back to me. “Now, how much time do we have before others start arriving?” When he says it, he starts tracing a finger down the cleavage shown off by my tank top. KO’s always had massive balls when it came to this kind of thing.

I grab his hand and squeeze and he winces but grins. “Keep your hands to yourself, mister, or I might hurt you,” I tease.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

God dammit. There’s that smile. Every. Fucking. Time.

*

I don’t even know how the fuck it happened. But now we’re in my storeroom, and KO’s got me on my back on a palette of beer cases with my legs spread and my panties down. He’s naked except for his mask, and every muscle in that lean body strains as he grips my thighs and keeps plowing me.

Goddamn, this man knows how to fuck!

He grabs my tits as he pushes in and out, and the only sounds I can hear are our heavy breathing and his skin slappin’ into mine with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out. I put my arms around him and pull him close and he don’t let up. He grunts, taking longer and deeper strokes, and each one, I swear, feels better than the last.

My toes curl, I dig my nails into his back, but he just keeps going and while he does, he starts kissing me up and down my chest, sucking on the meat of my tits. While he’s doing that, that rock-hard cock is stretching me out nice and wide, hitting all the right spots and bringing me closer to that point where I can’t think about shit except that high that comes from a nice orgasm.

“Don’t you stop, KO,” I whisper in his ear, struggling to breathe with my throat dry. “Don’t you fuckin’ stop.”

He laughs and keeps going. I’ve long since lost count of how many times we’ve fucked, and it only now occurs to me that all the times we’ve done this, I don’t even know KO’s real name. But none of that matters. He pulls back and sits up, and I’m getting there. I feel my whole body stiffen up and convulse. I cry out as the floodgates open, and KO has me right where he wants me.

He grins and grabs my hits, squeezing them tight, and he takes a few more big thrusts.

“No! No!” I whine, but ain’t no way I want him to stop, even as I’m coming all over my beer cases. He grunts and pins my shoulders down before taking one last, big push, and I scream as I come all over his dick. He grins again and kisses me before pulling out, and I lay there, barely knowing my own damn name.

He only gives me a second though, before he grabs me by my hair and pulls me off the bare cases. Suddenly I’m on my knees on the cold floor and I grab that stiff cock and put it right in my mouth. KO puts his hands on his hips and sighs, throwing his head back while I bob my head back and forth, slurping up the taste of that rock-hard cock like I’ve starving. He shudders when I play with his balls and I can feel my knees getting soaked from dripping all over the floor under me, but I’ll clean that up later.

Then he grabs the sides of my head and forces my face into his crotch. His dick goes all the way back, making me choke, but I can’t help but start fingering myself, soaking my fingers, trying to draw out just a little more pleasure.

We stay that way for a few minutes when there’s a knock at the door. I hear it open and someone speaks.

“Hey, boss, some others are starting to arrive,” one of his goons says. I look past KO and see the guy looking right at me. He bites his lip and I can see him pitching a tent in his pants. Shit, if I ain’t have this party, big boy might’ve been able to get a turn himself.

“We’ll be right out, Barney. Thanks,” KO says to him. Barney leaves after watching for a few more seconds and closes the door. KO then pulls his cock out and strokes it before unloading all over me.

I open my mouth to lap up some of it, but most of it gets on my face, chest, and tits. It’s a long, warm, sticky stream that goes for a few seconds while KO empties his balls.

He then takes a deep breath while I stay there on my knees, wiping my skin with my fingers and sucking them off while looking up at him.

“I guess it’s time for me to go play host,” I say.

“I guess so,” he smiles, glowing. “We’ll pick this up later.” He starts putting his costume on.

“You want a water or somethin’?” I ask, pointing to the mini fridge I keep back here.

“Oh! Thank you!” He goes over and takes one and tosses one to me after asking. “See you out there,” he says after getting dressed. He then then heads out.

I fall back on my ass and just take a minute to breathe before dumping the water all over myself. My pussy is still pumping out cum all over the floor. God damn. Get it together, Sunday. You gotta party to host.

III

It’s a good thing I have a shower back there. It took me twenty minutes to take a quick shower, dress, mop up, and get my hair in a presentable state. Not the first time I’ve had to clean up quick after a good piping.

When I come out the back room, I make sure I’m carrying a case of beer, one not soaked in my own cum. A lot more people are here now, and they all greet me with warm hellos when they see me.

Geek’s here, talking to KO under the tree as they look up at Angel, still moaning and twitching from the vibrator inside of her. My girl Queen Bee is over next to them, and looks up from her phone and waves when she sees me. Uncle Stan showed up, too! And here’s Dragon Queen, traipsing in wearing an expensive lookin’ fur coat. She takes one look at Texas Star, smirks, and tosses the coat over the bitch’s head like she’s a coat rack.

“Ah, let me help you with that.”

I turn and see Professor Pervo wearing an absolutely garish Christmas sweater. He takes the beer case from me and sets it on the bar.

“You’re looking absolutely radiant, as always, dear,” he says to me. The old man always was a charmer. We hug and he helps me unpack the beers.

“Thank ya, prof,” I tell him. “You doin’ all right?”

“Never better, dear Sunny. Quite the decoration you have here tonight.”

Over by the dessert table, Flag Girl’s squirmin’ and screaming in her gag as Dragon Queen picks up several of the cookies I laid out around her. Dragon Queen piles them onto a plate before looking the girl over. Uncle Stan then walks over and picks up the bowl of strawberry dip I set out. He spreads a healthy amount on Flag Girl’s tits and Dragon Queen grins and dips one of her cookies in it, rubbing it across Flag Girl’s body before taking a bite.

Stan then spreads some on the teen’s snatch and puts his fingers inside her. She screams again as Stan pulls out and licks his fingers dry.

“Well, I got KO to thank for that,” I say to Pervo.

“Ah yes. It’s been a while since anyone’s seen him. I’m glad he’s doing well.” He then gently grabs my arm. “Come, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

He guides me over to Americana, who stares daggers at us, all tied up to KO’s milking machine. She’s got these big, silver metal suction cups stuck to them beautiful tits and they’re connected to the glass tanks that have a little bit of milk in them.

“KO informed me that this is a super milker. I used to have one like it until this one,” he smacks Americana on the face. “Destroyed it in one of her self-righteous tantrums. We need to get her producing more than she is, dear Sunny.”

“All right, well how do we do that?”

Pervo grins. “I have what I need in my car. I just need a stove, running water, and a big pot. I can create a serum that I will inject her with every 20 minutes to keep her producing milk all through the party. I wish KO said he was bringing this, I’d have made a batch beforehand.”

“Oh yeah, go on. Get your stuff and use the kitchen,” I tell him.

“Splendid!” Pervo says before running off. Ol’ Star and Stripes screams after him from behind her gag and then looks at me with them big blue eyes and huffs.

“Oh stop. You’ll be all right.” I turn to walk away when Queen Bee runs up and hugs me.

“Hey girl!”

“What’s up, Queenie?”

She holds me shoulders and smiles. “Thanks for putting this together. I always look forward to this.” She then looks me up and down. “Why are you glowing?”

I glance in KO’s direction and Queen Bee looks. “He got you again?” She then laughs and shakes her head. “What am I gonna do with you, Sunny?”

“You can get your skinny tail back to the party and stop hasslin’ me.”

She smirks and gives me a gives before going off to mingle. I make sure to smack her on that tight ass before she gets away from me.

Before you ask, me and Queen Bee had a thing going for a while. It was back when I first got here. I needed cash and ripped off a convenience store. Lady Midnight popped me good and I ended up in the clink. Queen Bee was my celly. We got out and I worked with her crew and the two of us...well, we got close. We tried the datin’ thing for a while, but them damn heroines kept ambushing us. So we just decided to be fuck buddies so we wasn’t always around each other with big targets on our asses. It worked out. Queenie’s been back in that storeroom with me too.

Anyway, things are in swing and everyone looks like they’re havin’ a ball so far! Still a few folks missin’ but they might be workin’ tonight. I grab Dragon Queen’s coat from Texas Star’s head and hang it on the rack by the door.

“Ah, thank you, Sunny. I didn’t see the rack when I walked in,” Dragon Queen says to me. She’s still working on those cookies while she walks to me. Of everyone here, she’s the one I know the least about. No one here really knows much about her.

“Ain’t no problem, DQ. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d show. These don’t usually seem like your kinda thing.”

She shrugs. “I like to see the others in their natural element. Plus it’s good we have this safe space, away from the annoying do-gooders.” She glares at Americana, who glares back. The front door opens and Pervo walks back in carrying a briefcase. He disappears into the kitchen.

“What is Pervo doing?”

“He’s making something to fill Americana’s tits with milk.”

“Oh,” Dragon Queen says. “Well all right.”

“Can I get you anything?” I ask. “I know you don’t like beer. You want a cocktail?”

“I would kill for a Manhattan right now.”

“Well you ain’t gotta kill anyone,” I tell her. She follows me to the bar and I get to work on her drink.

“Thank you for this. I needed to get away from Stan,” she looks across the bar at Uncle Stan, who’s standing in front of Texas Star while cupping her tits. “That man has an Asian fetish like you wouldn’t believe.”

“He told you that?”

“He has no filter,” Dragon Queen says.

“Well, between getting’ you away from him and makin’ you this drink, you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

She looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “I gotta know, we don’t know your name, we don’t nothin’ about your history, at least tell me...where the hell are you from?”

She smiles at me while eating the last of her cookies. “You assume I’m not American?”

“You ain’t. Cut the bullshit.”

“You’re right. I’m not,” she laughs. “Very well. If you must know, I was born and raised in Taiwan. And that’s all you’re getting.”

“You ain’t gotta go makin’ up countries if you don’t wanna tell me!”

“Oh, my god,” she says with a roll of her eyes. She takes her Manhattan when I slide it to her. “….Americans.” She utters. “Thank you, Sunny,” she says before walking off.

And the moment she’s gone, Geek slides up to the bar. “Yoooo, Sunny!” he says with a laugh. Good lord, he’s already tipsy. Ain’t no surprise, small as he is.

“Hi, Geek. What are you havin’?”

He raises an empty glass. “I had a double vodka in this thing. I want another of those.”

I go and make it for him. This should be good.

He reaches for it and I pull it back, teasing him. He reaches across the bar and I pull it back some more. “Come oooon, Sunny!”

“You gonna behave tonight, Geek?”

“Maybe!” He then looks down and reaches across with both hands and grabs my tits and squeezes them before giggling like a little boy.

“Ah!” I scream in surprise. It don’t bother me. This little dweeb has gotten handsy with me before, but he’s harmless. I just give him a good smack and he lays off for a bit.

He looks up and grins, still holding my tits. “You know, Sunny...your tits are much nicer than any of those super bitches.”

That might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. For that, I’ll let him walk. I give him his drink. “You behave now, Geek.”

He gives an exaggerated salute and walks away. He goes over to Queen Bee, who’s talking with Dragon Queen, and puts a hand on her hip. She knocks him in the head and he stumbles without spilling his drink.

Just then, the door opens again, and Panthris walks in, along with Nightmare Witch. Everyone greets them, but I notice KO get a scorned look on his face. What’s that about?

I don’t have too much time to think about it before Panthris crosses the room and comes to the bar. She props up an elbow.

“Mmm...hey there, kitten,” she purrs.

“You’re late,” I tease.

“Me and the witch were working,” she says before climbing up on the bar. She lays down in front of me, stretching one long, brown leg up and crossing it over the other. “We had to wrap up before we could come here.” She takes my hand and puts it on her left tit. “But the party can start properly now.”

I see KO glaring at her from across the room. Is he jealous? That ain’t like him. When I look down at Panthris, she grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me in toward those big, luscious lips. She opens her mouth and there are two little pills on her tongue. I know Bliss when I see it.

She kisses me, our lips lock and our tongues tangle before she passes one of them pills to me. It goes down my throat without a fuss and I assume she swallows hers too, and we stay locked in a little longer. I can’t help but grab hold of one of them meaty brown tits with one hand, and with the other I finger her the thin fabric of her costume over her crotch.

To tell you the truth, it always weirded me out that she could do that thing where she could grow a cock whenever she wanted, but at the same time I always wondered what it felt like. I only ever hooked up with her a few times and she never used that thing on me. Maybe it’ll be a Christmas present?

We keep kissing for a bit before I pull back, and she sucks on my lip before looking at me and purring in that sexy way she does. I can already feel the Bliss taking hold. I feel warm, I’m getting damp between my legs. Looking at every curvy brown inch of this cougar laying in front of me makes me want to hop on this bar and fuck her right here, in front of everyone, but I can’t. Not now.

We stay looking in each other’s eyes and she slides off the bar. “I think I’ll go mingle,” she says before slipping away. That plump, brown ass sways in that tight costume when she walks away.

KO’s still staring daggers at her and he doesn’t so much as look at me. I need some cold water.

I head to the kitchen and find Pervo by the stove, loading little glass vials with this thick, white liquid. “Is that the stuff you’re gonna pump in Americana?”

“Indeed it is,” he says to me.

I go to the sink, run it, and splash cold water on my face.

“Are you all right, dear? Do you need anything from me?” he asks.

“I’m fine, prof. Panthris just gave me some Bliss, is all.”

“Ah, Panthris is here? That’s bold of her.”

“How’s that?”

“The word is, she and Captain KO partnered on a heist some months back, but Panthris left KO high and dry and he was captured,” Pervo explains.

“By the heroines?”

“No, no. By the men working for the Saudi prince they were stealing from.”

Oh, damn.

“I can’t imagine he had a good time in their clutches. I’m surprised they didn’t chop his hands off. I do wonder how he managed to escape them.”

“That’s why KO’s got that hateful look on his face when he sees Panthris,” I say.

“I doubt he’ll try anything here, but Panthris had better watch her back out there,” Prof says. “Come, my serum is ready. Let’s see if it works.”

I follow the prof back into the bar and the party’s in full swing now. We walk past the tree, where Angel’s cum is drizzling from her pussy and down to the floor. Shit, I should’ve thought of that. Now I’m gonna have to clean off those ornaments.

Geek, drunk off his ass, has his pants down around them skinny little legs, and he’s got Texas Star, still chained to the wall, bent over while he goes to town on that stupid, pasty white ass of hers. I’m still amazed that little dweeb’s cock is actually as big as it is, and so’s Star, by the way she’s hollerin’ and cryin’ into her gag. Dumb cunt.

Panthris and Uncle Stan are doing shots by the dessert tray and licking whipped cream off of Flag Girl’s erect nipples, and all she can do is lay there and take it. We walk past Queen Bee, who’s talking to Nightmare Witch, and I reach out and grab two handfuls of ass from both of ‘em and squeeze as hard as I can. The Bliss made me do it, I swear.

They both jump in surprise and Nightmare Witch shoots me this evil smile. I gotta stay away from her, honestly. I’m sure she eats babies or somethin’. But Queen Bee gives me this lustful look and blows me a kiss. I blow one right back to her and follow the prof over to Americana.

While he gets ready, I take her gag off and she growls.

“You’re all going to prison!” she shouts over the music. “You hear me?! Every last one of you! I won’t stop until I personally put everyone last one of you in handcuffs and-” She stops abruptly when I kiss her. Goddamn, these lips are sweet.

Her arms and legs are bound and she’s strapped to this milker thing KO brought in, so I can do whatever I want to her. She moans into my mouth, first out of surprise, but then it starts to feel like she might be into it. I grab a tit as best I can since they have those metal cups over them, and I give it a good squeeze while we keep kissing.

At the same time, my hand slides down that tight tummy and get two fingers right between her legs. We both moan when I push in, and I find myself amazed at how tight she actually is, despite how many times she’s been railed by everyone in this room. Hell, touchin’ on her like this reminds me of that one time I bested her.

I had gathered up a crew to rip off this benefit dinner with all the rich people in Delta City. Brenda Wade had this necklace I was eyein’ but she got away somehow, right before Americana showed up. We was tusslin’ and I realized she was gonna beat me, so I hit her in the head with a champagne bottle and then I used my trusty taser and knocked her ass out.

We took her and the loot back to the safehouse, and me and the boys took turns over the next few hours until Delta City PD stormed in like the fuckin’ Navy Seals. I barely got away from that one, but I remember the soft feel of her skin and the tightness and wetness of her cunt like this just happened yesterday.

And even now, with the Bliss taking hold, it’s every bit as tight and wet as I remember. And her clit is fully erect too! She let’s out a cute little whine every time I flick it, and I make sure to play with her insides.

They say this Bliss heightens all the ero...erogo...what the fuck is that word? The pleasure zones of the body, and I’m feelin’ every damn ounce of it. When I lick the skin of her neck and chest, every last taste bud drowns in the sweet taste of her sweat. Her moanin’ in my ear is getting me wet, and the feel that busty, toned body struggling in those bonds is just making me hotter. She tightens around my fingers and I get more forceful with it.

“S-Sunday...Ms. Whitaker, stop this!” she’s beggin’ me. “Ugh...shit!”

I can both hear and feel her heart racing in her chest. She’s getting warmer too, and the harder she resists me, the harder it’s hittin’ her.

I can feel someone hovering around us, and then Bee comes into view with her phone in front of her and a grin on her face as she takes video. I might have to take her next.

Just then, Americana trembles and screams, and she bursts all over my hand. Her juices spill onto the floor on splatters and her head drops as she breathes heavy and starts mumbling to herself. Some of the others cheer as Bee laughs and takes a picture. I pull my fingers out and shove them in Americana’s mouth and she sucks her own cum off without protest.

“Attagirl,” I say to her before giving her a kiss on the cheek. I then step back and look down, seeing my nipples about ready to bust right through my top. Pervo smiles at me and then walks over and jabs that syringe gun right into her tit. She winces a little and the prof turns the milker on. After a few seconds, the white stuff starts flowing out of both tits and filling the tank.

And then it hits me. “Oh! I ain’t make any eggnog! “I’ll be right back, y’all!” I head to the kitchen to gather everything else, since I have plenty of milk now.