what I need, Scales.”
You are…unusual, Ocen said on his way out the room.
“Uh-huh.” Neeri began stripping Ridge naked without paying them any more attention.
“What are you doing?” Sasha exclaimed.
“This guy kidnaps people for a living. The bartending is just a side job, you know. He’s going to need a little incentive to answer questions.”
“In-incentive? You’re going to torture him?”
“Something like that,” Neeri said with a snort of humor. “ Ridge is a bit of a pain-junkie, though, so conventional torture is out. Don’t worry; I’m creative.”
“You’re…you can’t do this! I can’ t believe this is happening. How—how did you know about my birthmark?”
Neeri chuckled. “Be honest. The question you really want to ask is, did you say three cocks?” Yanking Ridge’s pants to his ankles, she caught Sasha’s mortified gaze and winked. “Trust me, you want to take that ride again.” Looking at what she just uncovered, Neeri raised her eyebrows. “Huh. That explains a lot.” She could sum up Ridge’s goods in one word: unimpressive . His phallus had decent girth but was oddly flat and short, and his testicles dangled small and hairless beneath.
Ocen glided back into the room—Stars, she loved how these Ophidian’s moved—and handed her a metal chair, a long strap, and something that could have been a hair band. She grinned. “Perfect.”
Tossing Ridge’s clothes in a corner, Neeri tugged him lower and straddled him to keep him at that height while she tied his wrists behind his back with the strap. Then she touched a control at her waist, severing the antigrav tether and dropping him unceremoniously into the chair. Threading the strap under the chair, she swiftly tied his ankles together.
Then she grabbed his limp cock and started massaging it briskly.
Sasha made a strangled, squeaky sound behind her. “What are you doing?”
Neeri shot her an impatient look and held up the hair band. “Cock rings don’t work unless the damn thing is erect. Honey, don’t you play with any toys?”
“You—that’s—stop saying things like that and messing up my head.” Sasha’s face was flushed again. Or maybe still. Had she stopped blushing at all since Neeri arrived? “How is jerking this guy off going to get you information?”
“Watch and learn, Red,” Neeri snickered. “Or ask Ocen to expl ain it.” Sasha squeaked again, maybe in response to Neeri’s business-like stroke, or maybe Ocen had educated her. Once Ridge’s dick stood at attention, Neeri looped the band around its base then twisted the band into a figure eight and snugged the second loop around his balls. “Eh, not as tight as I’d like, but we’ll make do. Time to wake up, Rytel.” She injected him with the antidote to his infamous sleeping draught.
Rytel the Ridge did not wake up pretty. None of them ever did. Neeri often wondered why they didn’t use something with a softer kick. Then again, knowing Ridge’s sadistic streak, he probably wanted his victims to suffer, picking a drug guaranteed to make them feel like dog-shit when they awoke. Turnabout’s fair play , she thought with a sharp-edged grin, watching him twitch and groan sickly.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” she said cheerfully, giving his trapped cock a tug to focus his attention.
He jerked, wide eyes snapping to hers before he thrashed ineffectively in his bonds. “N-Neeri! What the…” His skin turned a really interesting shade of green and he swallowed hard several times. “W-what do you want?” he asked carefully.
Neeri extended her claws, letting them just touch his twitching shaft. “To give you your hottest, dirtiest fantasy. To humiliate you, make you beg and plead for mercy. To make you cry and scream and thank me from the bottom of your scrawny little heart for making you hurt…so… good.” She whispered the last in his ear and tightened her grip just enough to make him tense and quiver all over.
His skin tone
You are…unusual, Ocen said on his way out the room.
“Uh-huh.” Neeri began stripping Ridge naked without paying them any more attention.
“What are you doing?” Sasha exclaimed.
“This guy kidnaps people for a living. The bartending is just a side job, you know. He’s going to need a little incentive to answer questions.”
“In-incentive? You’re going to torture him?”
“Something like that,” Neeri said with a snort of humor. “ Ridge is a bit of a pain-junkie, though, so conventional torture is out. Don’t worry; I’m creative.”
“You’re…you can’t do this! I can’ t believe this is happening. How—how did you know about my birthmark?”
Neeri chuckled. “Be honest. The question you really want to ask is, did you say three cocks?” Yanking Ridge’s pants to his ankles, she caught Sasha’s mortified gaze and winked. “Trust me, you want to take that ride again.” Looking at what she just uncovered, Neeri raised her eyebrows. “Huh. That explains a lot.” She could sum up Ridge’s goods in one word: unimpressive . His phallus had decent girth but was oddly flat and short, and his testicles dangled small and hairless beneath.
Ocen glided back into the room—Stars, she loved how these Ophidian’s moved—and handed her a metal chair, a long strap, and something that could have been a hair band. She grinned. “Perfect.”
Tossing Ridge’s clothes in a corner, Neeri tugged him lower and straddled him to keep him at that height while she tied his wrists behind his back with the strap. Then she touched a control at her waist, severing the antigrav tether and dropping him unceremoniously into the chair. Threading the strap under the chair, she swiftly tied his ankles together.
Then she grabbed his limp cock and started massaging it briskly.
Sasha made a strangled, squeaky sound behind her. “What are you doing?”
Neeri shot her an impatient look and held up the hair band. “Cock rings don’t work unless the damn thing is erect. Honey, don’t you play with any toys?”
“You—that’s—stop saying things like that and messing up my head.” Sasha’s face was flushed again. Or maybe still. Had she stopped blushing at all since Neeri arrived? “How is jerking this guy off going to get you information?”
“Watch and learn, Red,” Neeri snickered. “Or ask Ocen to expl ain it.” Sasha squeaked again, maybe in response to Neeri’s business-like stroke, or maybe Ocen had educated her. Once Ridge’s dick stood at attention, Neeri looped the band around its base then twisted the band into a figure eight and snugged the second loop around his balls. “Eh, not as tight as I’d like, but we’ll make do. Time to wake up, Rytel.” She injected him with the antidote to his infamous sleeping draught.
Rytel the Ridge did not wake up pretty. None of them ever did. Neeri often wondered why they didn’t use something with a softer kick. Then again, knowing Ridge’s sadistic streak, he probably wanted his victims to suffer, picking a drug guaranteed to make them feel like dog-shit when they awoke. Turnabout’s fair play , she thought with a sharp-edged grin, watching him twitch and groan sickly.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” she said cheerfully, giving his trapped cock a tug to focus his attention.
He jerked, wide eyes snapping to hers before he thrashed ineffectively in his bonds. “N-Neeri! What the…” His skin turned a really interesting shade of green and he swallowed hard several times. “W-what do you want?” he asked carefully.
Neeri extended her claws, letting them just touch his twitching shaft. “To give you your hottest, dirtiest fantasy. To humiliate you, make you beg and plead for mercy. To make you cry and scream and thank me from the bottom of your scrawny little heart for making you hurt…so… good.” She whispered the last in his ear and tightened her grip just enough to make him tense and quiver all over.
His skin tone
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