#barbi

Somehow your last trial didn’t go as planned, and instead of making it out yourself you pushed your accompanying reagent towards the shuttle, putting yourself between them and Franco. And that’s how you ended up stuck with him.

Maybe it was wrong of you, but when you rolled over and looked at Franco’s sleeping form, the pacifier hanging from his lips lazily, you couldn’t help the idea that popped into your head. Maybe it was vengeance on all the times a teeth bullet from Lupara had just barely grazed your flesh, or maybe because of all the insults that bordered on kinky threats. His room was dimly lit but you were able to still see enough in his makeshift living space to spot the various sex toys he kept around.

Slowly and gently you ease yourself out of his hold, his arm having been wrapped around your torso while he snuggled up like an infant. You quietly step over the various garbage and broken glass on the floor towards one of the shelves, plucking one of the multiple silicone toys from it. With no harness, you slip your belt out of the loops of your pants to make a makeshift one.

Easing your pants and panties down you fasten the makeshift harness to yourself before reaching to undo the fastenings on his own belt and pants. “Mmph?” He mumbles incoherently, still half asleep.

“You need a mommy? I’ll show you.” You grit out as you attempt to situate him on his front. You spit onto the shaft of the toy and stroke it to lubricate it just enough so that it still hurt.

Franco was still out of it, trying to figure out what was going on in his half conscious state. “Hmph? ..what’s-..”

Your hands come down to his exposed ass, pulling his cheeks apart enough to see his puckered hole, spitting a glob onto it. “Gonna put you in your place, bambino.” You practically spit the name.

With no warning you thrust your hips forward, forcing the slicked toy into his unprepared hole. Franco jolts, fully awake now. “A-ah shit. What-..what’re ya..doin ta me?” Still a little disoriented, his nails dig into the fabric of his stained comforter but making no attempt to get away as your hips steadily rock into him.

“Giving you what you need bambino.”

He lets out a growl “Don’t call me bambino.”

You bring a hand down swatting his ass, earning a yelp from him. “I’ll do what I want when I have you like this.”

He whimpers as you angle your hips to stroke deeper, “D-did’t know..mm..you had th-this side to ya sweetness.”

You smack his ass again, harder this time. “Just say thank you like a good boy.”

It’s like a dam burst and his usual cockiness is gone instantly. “Thank you. T-thank you mommy. I can be..ya good boy.” He babbles repeatedly as he pushes further back to meet your thrusts. You can hear him sniffling as your hips snap into him, relentlessly battering into him. “I-..’m not crying. That’s just what my eyes do.” He tries to play it off.

“It’s okay,” you coo with mock sweetness, “cry for mommy like the little bitch you are.”

He lets out a loud whine, his cock aching and the tip drooling against the covers. You reach a hand around, taking him into your hand and pumping in tandem with your thrusts. The noises he makes are unlike any you’ve ever heard before. What started as a way to get him back for all the torture he’s put you through, suddenly is becoming more than just sadistically fulfilling and now turning you on.

You feel his cock twitch in your hand before he cums down it. You bury the silicone dick all the way to the base in his ass, keeping him nice and full as he rides out his orgasm. His moans are loud and borderline pathetic, broken “thank you’s” and “mommy’s” tumbling out.

Once he’s started to come down you ease out of his ass, enjoying the sight of the way you left him.

His breathing is still a little heavy as he curls back into your side when you’ve redressed “Next time,” he says around the pacifier he’s tucked snuggly back into his mouth, “you’re gonna have to let me suck on ya tits.”