Wicke And Team Skull Part 1

Wicke felt her heart skip a beat when she looked at the security booth at the front gates of the Foundation. It was the same security guard as the day before, the first in a long line of people who had decided to toy with her at work. Shaky hands pushed the glasses up the bridge of her nose as she stepped quickly forward to greet him. Hopefully whatever nonsense that required such an invasion of her body would not be necessary, though deep down her naughty side was crossing its fingers that it would be.

"Good morning, Miss Wicke," the blue haired man said with smile, tipping his hat slightly at the assistant chief. She mumbled back a quiet greeting as she walked past the booth quickly. "Hang on," he called out, grabbing her by the wrist before she could get away, "Skull is still lurking around, so I'm going to need to pat you down. Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am."

"A-alright," Wicke said, her legs feeling weak at those words as she slowly stepped into the booth and turned around, spreading her arms and legs out. A light chuckle came from behind her as strong hands sunk into her ass immediately, spanking them and squishing them together. Her head was already beginning to spin at the idea of being caught like this. So dangerous, yet so exciting.

Moans poured like a fountain from Wicke's mouth as he aggressively ran his fingers over her hips, fingers tugging up at the tight skirt she wore. Her milky thighs were slowly revealed to the world, and she looked around quickly to see if Lusamine or Faba were anywhere in sight. The guard didn't care though, his fingers running up and down her slick lips, her legs spreading in unintentional approval. He pulled her close into his crotch and spread her apart, slowly rubbing himself up and down. She shivered as she felt the growing bulge through the pants on her hole, her hips rocking left and right as she felt tingles shoot through her. She couldn't help but feel some shame that she was so willing to go along with it, but she had been taken off-guard so intensely that her naughty and depraved side leaped at the controls of her body before the sensible side could. She listened to the sound of a zipper lowering as the other hand on her pulled her pink lacey panties to the side and bit her lip in excitement.

"Ay B," a girl's voice called out from outside, "Did that Wicke bitch ever show-" The voice stopped in its tracks as a familiar looking pink haired girl rounded the corner of the booth, "-up?" Wicke's eyes went wide as their eyes met. It was the girl from the main floor yesterday, the one who dropped the papers. Wicke gulped and stammered, quickly pulling her skirt down.

"Dat answer your question, Jo?," the guard said, the pitch of his voice lowering. Wicke turned around quickly to look at him, confused by the way he now spoke. He grinned at her then looked back to the girl called Jo, "Ya mind givin' me a sec though? We were having a...intimate moment."

Jo scoffed as she threw a length of rope over Wicke's head, hitting B in the face with it. "Hell no. Bro and Sis want her home ASAP." Wicke gasped loudly as her arms were jerked behind her back, the thick ropes digging into her wrists and around her waist. She started to cry for help, unsure herself if that was even what she wanted, when Jo pulled out a small bit of black and white cloth out of her pocket and shoved it deep into her mouth. Jo's fingers played around inside for a moment then slid out, gripping the back of Wicke's hair as she licked the saliva off her fingers. "Guzma was right. You taste divine," she said, drawing herself in closer.  Her lips spread into a wide grin against the woman's ear as she whispered, "I wonder how much better you'll taste once you're broken." Wicke's head was lost for a moment after this, her balance following after.

"Seriously Jo, it'd take like a minute," B said as he finished tying Wicke up, making sure a bit of it was pushing her bust up, "Lemme have this, I've been having to put up with being nice to these goody two-shoes for so damn long!"

"Fuck off," Jo growled angrily, pulling at her white uniform, "I'm fucking sick of wearing this garbage! There'll be plenty of time on the ride over, got it?!"

B snarled at her then slumped a bit as he prodded Wicke to get moving out the booth, her wobbly legs slow to comply, "A'ight, a'ight, but I'm gettin' her first!"

Jo pinched his ear hard and snarled, "The fuck you are! You got to have some fun, it's my turn!" She kicked him in the rear as he passed by, almost falling over. Stepping in close behind Wicke to help hide the ropes as they walked, Jo steered the small group over to the docks.

Wicke's legs were practically soaked in sweat and juices as they clumsily made their way forward. She made light gagging noises on the piece of cloth as she squirmed under the taut rope. The uncaring grip of it was uncomfortable and painful. Her rational side finally began to creep in, struggling to break free and get help, but her naughty side was still in charge. She too struggled against the rope, but only because she found herself enjoying the sensation of the cords rubbing on her wrists and stomach. It made her light in the head, but the two people who had grabbed her managed to keep her from being a total mess until they got onto the boat.

B tossed Wicke over his shoulder as they boarded one of the Aether boats, spanking her ass and fondling her legs as he brought her to the small cabin and tossed her onto one of the surprisingly lavish couches, leaving her in the ropes. He then began to strip off the white uniform, and Wicke couldn't help but stare at his impressive physique. The white shirt was removed and revealed a defined chest and tight stomach, the white pants dropped shortly after to show off his strong legs. He hadn't been wearing underwear either, so his firm cock shot up and displayed itself proudly to the bound woman, who had to bite the cloth in her mouth hard to keep from letting her excitement be heard. He started to get in close, placing his hands on the heels of her shoes, when the door swung open.

"B! The fuck are you doing?!" Jo shouted, stomping over furiously. She looked like a different person in the black tank top and white shorts, but it was definitely her. An oddly shaped pendant that looked like a skull hung low from her neck, a black band wrapped around her right thigh, and she wore a white beanie that appeared to have some sort of eyes on it. Wicke looked back and forth between them as the girl pushed the man away and yelled at him to get the engine running. Clearly unhappy, he threw a nearby pair of black shorts, tank top, and white beanie and made his way out, grumbling.

"Sorry about that, love. He's a horny bugger," Jo said with a sigh, propping Wicke back up on the couch. "Besides," she continued as she crawled on top of the woman, straddling her, "You an' I need to have some one-on-one time. I've been dyin' to get another shot at you since yesterday, and you'll need a little training before we get to Bro and Sis." She bit her lip as she ran her finger down the pink sweater, then back up to the stuffed mouth. Jo slowly pulled the bandana out of Wicke's mouth, the woman coughing once it was out. It was absolutely soaked, strings of drool attached from her lips. The pink-haired girl grinned as stuffed it into her bra. The older woman still appeared dazed, staring at Jo.

"Is that better?" Jo said playfully, hands sliding into Wicke's massive hair and pressing her forehead against the woman's, rubbing noses for a moment. She nodded slowly in response and was met with the grunt pressing her lips to the saliva-drenched pair, tongues dancing together. She ravenously lapped up all of it from the trembling lips, then slowly pulled back, letting Wicke catch her breath, shuttering moans still coming forth.

"Yummy," Jo purred, "You're going to make a fine addition."

"A-addition?" Wicke asked, still trying to steady her breathing. The bindings started to feel a little less comfortable with those words, and she began to struggle a little harder.

"To the family, duh," Jo replied as she slowly removed the Aether chief's shawl, "You would be just about the sexiest Team Skull member there is. Well, next to Sis anyway."

Wicke shook her head hard, "Why would I want to join you? All you people do is steal and destroy things! We're doing good for the world while you wreck it!"

Jo clicked her tongue and took a hold of the purple-haired woman's chin, "Oh, we're not all that bad. I know you'll...come, to appreciate us in time." She slinked off Wicke and sat on the floor in front of the tied-up woman, running tracing her fingers along the lines of the long boots. "Do your employees really appreciate you? Like, sincerely appreciate you?" she questioned as she brought her face in closer between the woman's thighs.

"O-of course they do! They show their thanks all the time," Wicke stammered, "I love working there!" Her breathing became heavy as the fingers made her head go spinning.

"I've seen the work they put you through," Jo countered, "They love to work you 'til you're worn out. You can lie to me all you want, but I read the reports I gave you that day." She looked deep into Wicke's eyes as her hands moved up underneath the tight skirt, "You'd never have to work like that with us. We're family, and would treat you as such gladly."

Wicke looked away and entertained the idea for a moment, then reprimanded herself. Sure, they asked a lot of her, but they asked the same of everybody. She and Lusamine had been good friends for a long time, there was no way she could ruin that. But as the fingers clawed towards the insides of her thighs, her mind began to drift as her panties continued to moisten.

"Not convinced?" Jo inquired, seeing the mental battle going on, "Good, I'd hate for this to be easy. Let me give you some...motivation." At that moment, Jo harshly pushed Wicke's legs apart, ripping the tight skirt right down the middle, causing a loud gasp of surprise. The grunt gave her a wink as she slipped her face out of view and into the woman's crotch. Wicke let out a loud moan as the girl pressed her nose on her clit, rolling it around. Her eyes closed and she could feel her face heat up as a tongue wriggled around on the drenched lips, fingers pressing into her hips and dragging her panties off. Jo sat straight for a moment, winking as she took the panties and slipped them into the band of her shorts.

Jo leaned close to Wicke's chest, groping roughly, "Did you like all that attention yesterday?" Wicke looked away, biting her lip. The Skull grunt chuckled, "That's what I thought. Well I'll let you in on a little secret." She pressed her lips against the lady's ear, "That was a special type of gas weapon your little company has been working on. We just decided to give you all a taste of your own medicine." She growled as her fingers dug into the middle of the pink sweater, ripping it apart slowly and revealing Wicke's delicious breasts. "Did you know they were doing it? I'd wager not," she continued, pulling out a knife, "Imagine getting that kind of attention without the need of chemicals, though." With a flash, Jo cut the middle section of the lacey bra, causing it to fall away and expose the rest of Wicke's ample bust.

Jo pinched the erect nipples hard and slapped them as she stood up once again and began to reposition Wicke, her ass up in the air and her head resting on the couch, still completely bound. She kneeled on the couch as she began to caress the plump cheeks, digging her nails in hard. She gave them both a loud slap, causing Wicke to yelp.

"We're gonna play a little game," the grunt said with a grin, "Everytime I ask you 'Who do you love?' and you say, 'Team Skull,' I'll reward you with a spank. Hesitate too long, and I'll be pinching the back of your knee, and that's not fun for anyone, is it?" She spread the cheeks and looked at the pristine pucker, slick with sweat and juices. It was far too tempting, but the pay-off would be worth holding back for a little.

"Now, who do you love?" Jo said, watching the woman's face closely. Wicke remained silent, catching her breath. The pink-haired girl sighed and pinched firmly on the backs of her knees, sending a shock of pain through Wicke's body. The naughty Wicke began to cheer and convince her to give into this girl, since they both knew she was going to. Her head was hazy as she tried to comprehend how that pain made her feel so good. She began to struggle at the ropes helplessly again, only there was another sensation that overpowered the pain. She squirmed harder, and the tingling spread over her body rapidly. It was no longer a means to escape, but just the aching desire to feel the ropes scratching against, the tightness becoming a new excitement.

"Let's try that again, Miss Wicke. Who do you love?" Jo repeated, hands hovering over Wicke's knees.

"T-Team Skull," she replied, her breathing ragged.

"Good girl!" Jo said happily, both hands forcefully slamming into the cheeks. Wicke cried out in pleasure as the cheeks gave off a slight ripple. "And again. Who do you love?"

"Team Skull!" Wicke cried out, being rewarded with another loud slap as she felt her body quiver, getting ready to fall apart.

"Who is the worst?" Jo asked.

"Aether!" Wicke cried out with more intensity.

"Got the curveball question, that's a good girl!" Jo said, slapping her ass once more, the moans even louder than before. She ran her tongue around her lips as she stared down again. Wicke had been doing so well, she deserved a better reward.

Digging her nails in hard, Jo pressed her face into Wicke's ass, causing the woman to gasp. Her tongue eagerly ran over the shivering hole, taking in all the messy juices into her mouth. She pressed the cheeks hard into her face, teeth biting into the insides. Wicke was having difficulty catching her breath. She had never had her ass played with quite like this before, but it was an amazing feeling she was starting to get too far gone to get a handle on. Lips, teeth, and tongue could be felt all over the succulent bottom as Jo went to town on her, spanking the other one when her mouth wasn't on it. She spent what felt like hours making sure that ass was as red and sore as possible, and the bound woman started slowly turning.

Wicke's breath got ragged and rapid. She was about to cum, but the idea of it from just getting her ass eaten wasn't a thought she ever entertained. Nothing about today had been anything she could have ever thought of. After one more press of the tongue into her ass, Wicke began to fall into pieces, her cheeks clenching hard on Jo's face as her stomach tightened and tremors shook her body hard. Her fingers didn't stop though, and Wicke felt three fingers push into her messy vulva, swirling harshly as she continued to get tongued. Her eyes began to roll into her head. Her breathing got more and more intense as the relentless woman coaxed another orgasm from her, and another, and then yet another. Her body was exhausted, but her mind wanted more. If this was what Team Skull offered to their members, they couldn't be that bad.

"Jo, we're almost there," B said as he opened the door, "I- the fuck?! The hell did you yell at me for?" He stomped over and pulled on the back of her shirt.

She slapped his hand away, "You wanted to get inside of her, that's why! You know Bro gets the new pussy first. I was just getting her ready for her new homecoming." Jo looked down and said, "Who do you love?"

"T-Team S-Skull," Wicke replied in a haggard voice, squeaking as she felt a loud smack on her ass, the pain almost unbearably delicious.

"See?" Jo said cheerily, to an unimpressed face. Well, what she could see, since B had donned the black and white bandana over his face. She rolled her eyes, "Fine, go jerk off on her or somethin'." She leaned in close to Wicke's face as gave her a quick peck on the cheek as she pulled the bandana out of her bra and wrapped it around her face. "Make it quick."

Once the door was closed B pulled his shorts down, his cock already firm and ready. He grabbed the torn sweater and pulled Wicke to the floor on her knees. She looked at his face and saw hungry eyes as he began to feed her his cock. She moaned loudly on the shaft as she rolled her tongue around, digging it in right underneath the head. He echoed the moans as he dug fingers into her hair, making her gag roughly on him. Sweat began to cover her glasses, making it hard to see what he was doing, but at this point she didn't care. She shifted in the ropes to get those exciting tingles again as he fucked her face.

B pulled her back up to the couch and clamped her legs together. Wicke looked confused but could feel the member slide between her thighs. They met eyes, and she felt herself go faint as his throbbing cock fucked her legs. It throbbed harder and faster, which made the woman lose more focus, her pussy practically became a waterfall as she spasmed hard, feeling the man's hot seed shoot all the way up to her face, dribbling down to her breasts and all over her sweater. His breath was staggered, but not half as bad as Wicke's was. She watched his face as best she could as she felt her tongue lap up what cum it could off of her face and take it into her mouth hungrily.

The boat's horn bellowed loudly as B was about to lean in and suckle on her, but that stopped him in his tracks. He pulled up his pants and muttered, "We're not done," as he ran out of the cabin, leaving Wicke to herself. Nobody at Aether ever fucked her like those two had. She bit her lip, swirling the man's juices in her mouth. She was starting to actually love Team Skull, and she didn't hate that.