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Vriska sighs, adjusting the metal headset adorning her forehead. The device certainly wasn’t the most comfortable thing, nor the most attractive. She’d tried adjusting it in the mirror, had tried covering it with her hair, but the unwieldy thing just refused to not be visible. Whatever. It’s not like she had it designed to be more aesthetically pleasing; she was plenty hot already. No, she had Sollux and Equius design it for the one thing she couldn’t already do; it amplified her psionics enough to be used on humans. Now, normally she wouldn’t need that. Her manipulation was good enough that she could pretty much get the humans to do whatever she wanted anyways. However, there’s one thing she couldn’t get from the humans, one prize she simply had to have. That dweeb, Egbert, who she once had wrapped around her little finger, was with that dumb Lalonde now, and nothing hse did could even get a blush out of him. Either he was feigning ignorance extremely well, or his relationship with Roxy was just that satisfying. Either way, it pissed her the fuck off, and that’s what brought her here, in John’s bedroom, wearing her god tier pajamas and this stupid metal headset, waiting for Egbert to get home. Lalonde was unconscious and bound in the closet, and would remain that way until Vriska saw fit. Everything was coming up spider 8itch, and all she had to do was wait for the little fly to slip into her web.
She didn’t wait long. It only took a few minutes for her to hear the downstairs door slam open and then closed, and for the lock to click. She heard the exuberant voice of John call up the stairs, saying, “Roxy! I’m home!” She doesn’t say anything, leaning against the wall, her curves outlined by the orange fabric of her pajamas. She adjusts her glasses.
He doesn’t seem to think much of Roxy’s lack of response, as he stomps up the stairs, loudly humming some dumb song about horses and old roads. As soon as the door swings open, she flexes her mental muscles, and can feel her power take hold immediately. The paper bag in his hand crumples as she clenches all his muscles, and then clatters to the ground as she relaxes them. Experimentally, she marches him into the room, and grins a smug grin when it works. His light blue eyes are dazed, but she can see the spark of recognition in them. The fear she grew to love as she fed those poor kids to her bitch lusus way back into the day. She pats the side of his face gently, feeling a bit of stubble there. Then she adjusts her glasses, every movement relaxed, calm, totally in control. Literally.
“Hello, John.” She says, and she forces him to wave at her. “Have you missed me? I sure missed you.” She places her hand on the shoulder, leaning in and kicking up one of her legs comically. “I’ve spoken to your little Lalonde, and we came to an agreement! Isn’t that nice!” She makes him nod, and brings her head in closer, one of her horns brushing against his hair as she presses her lips to his ear. “We’re going to fuck aaaaaaaall night, John, and I am going to enjoy it.” Her hand slides down from the side of his face, feeling his hard muscles as she moves further down, gripping his cock through his jeans. As big as she’d hoped, luckily for John. “Now, why don’t we get started? Undress me.”
She steps back, raising her hands above her head, and watches as he stiffly moves towards her. She snickers to herself. It’s almost cute. She can feel how tense his muscles are, how hard he’s trying to rebel against her power. He has no chance, of course, it’s just a question of how long it’ll take for him to give up. She makes him grasp the hem of her orange shirt, retracting her blue wings and allowing him to pull it up and over her head. She’s wearing no bra underneath, and she lets out a small hiss as her nipples are exposed to the cold air of the room. Despite himself, she can see the tent beginning to form in his jeans, fully independent of her control. “Oh,” She smugly asks, the fanged grin on her face only widening as her shirt is thrown to the side, “Are you actually liking this? Being my little slave?” She doesn’t allow him to respond, moving his hands to the waistband of her tight orange pants.
“Mm… what do you think we should do first? I think I’ll suck you off first, and then right before you cum, I’ll have you eat me out, to calm you down. Or maybe I don’t have enough patience for that. Maybe I’ll just shove you right into me, that sounds nice, huh?” She lifts her left leg, allowing a soft gray thigh to be revealed, sliding out of the first leg of her pants. Her second leg comes soon after, leaving her in only a small pair of blue panties, with a black spiderweb pattern. A wet spot is already forming in the front of her panties as she makes John pick her up. “Oh! So forward, John.” She giggles as he carries her over to the bed, placing her gently onto it. She crosses one long gray leg over the other, surveying John’s form, a large tent now evident in the front of his pants. “Why don’t you take those pesky clothes off? It’s veeeeeeeery impolite to keep a lady waiting.”
Stiffly, he stumbles backwards a step, and pulls his clothes off. There’s nothing sexy about it; the movements are stilted as Vriska forces him to take his shirt off, almost ripping it as it comes over his head, knocking his glasses askew. He doesn’t even unbutton the pants, just yanking them downwards, shimmying out of them and taking his shoes with them. He pulls his socks off, and his plain white boxers finally come off, exposing his rock hard cock. Vriska takes a moment to admire it; easily eight inches long, with a good thickness, already pulsating in time with his heartbeat. “Wow, Egbert. I’m glad I didn’t go to all this trouble for nothing. Come over here and let me get a closer look.” She winks, more for her own benefit than for his, watching him march over, stone-faced and silent. He stands at the side of the bed, his cock mere inches from her face. She places her lips on the tip without any hesitation, blue lipstick already making a mark on his tip. She swirls her tongue around his tip, beginning to take more of him into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. She forces his hands into her hair, making him grip the back of her head as she begins to bob gently. She sucks carefully, making sure not to nick his cock with her fangs as she takes more and more of him in. Finally, she pulls back, keeping just the tip in her mouth, and then forces him to slam his hips forward, pressing his crotch to her nose, balls slapping her chin. She groans as her throat bulges outward, her gag reflex acting up and dragging a slurping sound from her throat. Instinctively, she tries to pull back, but she keeps John’s hands firm another second or two, watching his ropey muscles flex as she lichs the base of his cock. Then, slowly, she has him pull her head back, spit coating his cock with a ring of blue lipstick adorning his base. She looks up at him, seeing strain on his face, her muscular control interfering with his want to clench his teeth and groan to the heavens. She doesn’t try to force his face into any expression, knowing full well how absurd it would look. Instead, she just makes him thrust back into her throat, feeling the member invading her mouth at the same time as she feels herself forcing him into her. She chokes again as the back of her throat is battered by the tip of his dick, sucking on it furiously and using her tongue to pleasure him as effectively as possible. She makes him pull back again, and begins to find a rhythm, his balls slapping against her chin repeatedly as she forces him to fuck her face. She can feel the muscles of his legs each time he thrusts back into her mouth, slowly becoming accustomed to the feeling of her gag reflex being suppressed by the huge cock currently stuffing her throat. The feeling of controlling John’s body is suppressed to her subconscious as her conscious mind focuses on pleasuring the dick she’s fantasized about since she came back to life. His pale balls are practically bruising her delicate gray chin, slapping against it with rapid force as she practically fucks her own face. She can hear his breathing speeding up, and can feel his muscles tensing independent of her control. Knowing that his orgasm is coming, she makes him thrust into her throat one more time, and then slowly pull back, removing himself from her mouth with a lewd pop. Breathing heavily, she flops back onto the bed, watching his teeth grit as his orgasm is ruined. “Go open the closet.” She orders absentmindedly, turning to watch as the unconscious, gagged and bound Roxy Lalonde is revealed, done up in a casual outfit of yoga pants and her trademark cat shirt. Her makeup and hair are done as she normally does them, and she’s tied to a chair with a pink ball-gag in her mouth, matching her pink lipstick. “Clean yourself off.” She makes him grab her head and pull it towards him, wiping her spit off into Roxy’s hair, rings of blue lipstick left behind all along his cock. “Aren’t they just adorable when they’re asleep?” With one final wipe of his cock into her now messed-up hair, she has him walk back over. “Now, let’s have some fun, okaaaaaaaay?” She slides her panties down and off her body, making John clamber up onto the bed. With barely any effort at all, she wakes Roxy up, and watches her begin to struggle against the bondage.
“Alright, Johnny. Ravish me.” Immediately, she has him practically pounce on her, cock pulsing with need, the loss of the orgasm he had been building to previously filling him with energy and desperation. She needs no preparation, soaking as she is, and John’s cock slides into her, stretching her nearly-virgin pussy more than it had ever been stretched before. She groans, eyes going wide behind her glasses. Her moans mingle in the air with the muffled shouts from Roxy, helpless to do anything but watch on as her boyfriend’s dick presses into a tight gray pussy, his thighs quivering with the mixture of pleasure and horror. She brings his hands to her tits, her moans only increasing in volume as his rough fingers play with her cerulean nipples. Roxy groaning from the closet only further increases her arousal, practically dripping with moisture as John continues plowing her. Her ass bounces with each slap of John’s hips, and her eyes are practically rolled back in her head, her control over John still firm as she forces him to speed up. “Fuuuuuuuuck! Yeeeeeeees! Keep going!” Roxy clenches her eyes shut, and the sound of the chair slamming against the ground mixes with the sound of John’s cock repeatedly slamming deep into Vriska’s body. Her tits bounce and jiggle in the confines of John’s hands, roughly massaged and groped almost in time with his thrusts. Then, for a moment, everything goes quiet. All that can be heard is the choked sound of Vriska attempting to moan as a wave of pleasure washes over her, her pussy spasming and clamping don around John’s dick, a veritable torrent of her cerulean fluids coating it as he keeps fucking her through her orgasm. Then, once she manages to catch her breath, the screams begin. Her mouth opens wide as she shouts to the heavens, proof of her pure, unadulterated pleasure echoing through the house, likely heard by whatever consort neighbors live around here. She doesn’t really care about anything at that moment in time. John’s clenched muscles as he continues to fuck her, Roxy’s still muffled screams, the arousal evident in her pants and in the blush on her face. Vriska could not give less of a shit about any of that. All she cares about is this feeling running through her body, this electricity running up and down her spine. She arches her back off the bed, pressing her tits further into John’s hands which only intensifies the pleasure and elongates the orgasm. She can feel john beginning to tense, his admirable endurance losing out to the feeling of Vriska’s silky folds spasming around his member. She, in a strange moment of clarity in the midst of an orgasm she’s been waiting months to have, makes him pull out. She does this not because of the risk of impregnation, but because she wants Roxy to see as rope after thick white rope of cum shoots out of John’s cock, coating her abdomen and tits. The first rope manages to hit her neck, staining the bed beneath her white. Breathing heavily, she pulls John into a passionate kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, making eye contact with Roxy the whole time. She has John roll over to lay next to her, his now-flaccid cock laying against his crotch, energy totally spent. She sees relief in his eyes, which she decides to quickly dash.
“We aren’t done, Johnny boy.” She makes him face towards Roxy. “Don’t you see how hot and bothered your cute little girlfriend is? Since she can’t use her hands, we’ll have to put on a real show to make her cum, won’t we now?” The relief in his eyes turns to fear. She can read his mind, after all, and she knows the emotion is real, if tempered by extreme arousal. “Now, why don’t you get that dick of yours ready for round two, eh? If you’re good enough, I might just take Roxy’s gag off.” All a ruse, of course. She makes him start touching himself.
She smiles. She’d have to say thank you to the sweaty creep for making her this headset. It’s really paying dividends.