Ok, imagine being a reagent that’s directionally challenge so she’s used as bait for PAs constantly for her teammates. (Miraculously she finds her way back to the shuttle, always battered and bruised, but finds her way back.)
The other major downside is when she’s got tits for days and she’s currently stuck in a Franco trial.
Got a little carried away with this one— I'm practicing my smut writing.
Another day, another trial with you used as bait for the assets while your team dealt with the heavy work… yippee.
The only 'heavy work' you know of is hauling ass with the massive rack you have suffocating under your ESOP— bet none of the others could pull something like that.
You ran through the docks aimlessly, lungs stale and legs going stiff, but the sound of curses followed by the threatening crack of Franco’s Lupara snapping at your heels kept you motivated to move your ass even if you had no idea where you were going. You could hear his condescending laughter trailing behind you, “Now this is just sad!” He mused, clearly enjoying this little game, “This is what happens when you fuck a Babri!”
You yelped, stumbling on your steps before his bullets redirected you, scrambling up a short flight of stairs into an unfamiliar area within the workshops lining the Train Depot. You could hear Franco coming up the steps while reloading his shotgun. You had no idea where you were or where to go, so you decided to push into the nearest office you could find— Desperately, you fumbled with your ESOP but it was still recharging from the last time you used it to get away from the Pitcher and had no projectiles left.
Cursing, you ducked under office table just as the door was kicked open with a loud crash and heavy steps storming over, “You lost, Sugar?” He mocked, slamming one fist against the table's surface and fishing you out from underneath with the other, pulling you up with little struggle and pinning you against the wooden table as you thrashed against his grip, “No! Get off!” You cried as you kicked and squirmed. Franco only chuckles at the pathetic sight, drinking it in as he trailed his Lupara down your temple, “Oh, you're a jumpy little whore.” he purred lowly, watching the color drain from your face as your struggles ceased, suddenly hyper aware of the massive disadvantage you were at. His bloodshot eyes trailed down your body and landed to the two full lumps straining against the ESOP and spilling out from the sides.
Now that was a pretty sight.
He hummed like he just got the answer to all his questions, lowering his Lupara and setting it off to the side, "That's probably where all your smarts went, straight to those fat tits of yours~”
You gave a startled yelp as his hands came down to squeeze what he could of your chest with a nasty smile. Franco's hips forced themselves between your thighs to get closer, heat blooming throughout your body. His hungry gaze alone was enough to make you whimper, watching as he pulled your ESOP free and tossed it carelessly to the corner of the room, humming as he took a greedy handful of your plump tits once again, hungry and oh-so deprived of fresh, warm breasts.
“Listen here,” he started, voice slow as his eyes stayed focused on your cleavage, hands creeping up to the first button of your blouse, “You let me suck on these and I let you out of here alive...” he proposed, “Just a taste— just a lick~” he smacks his lips as his fingers pop each button of your blouse, tugging the flimsy fabric open, greeted with your white stain bra and your full breasts stuffed within the cups. He didn't wait for an answer, not that he cared to begin with. When he wanted something, he took it.
Franco's hips started to thrust into you in slow, deliberate rolls, the sensation of his hardening cock rocking against your clothed core causing arousal to wash over the initial disgust, finding yourself whimpering each time he eased against you.
Franco took this as an invitation, immediately tugging your bra beneath your full chest and dipping his head down to ravage your tender flesh with his mouth, smearing his saliva all over the perky buds and sucking deep enough to bruise, pulling away with a wet pop. The sensation forced broken whimpers from your throat, hands clenching against his shoulders to ground yourself. A familiar dampness started to gather between your thighs, sweet heat coursing through your body as his ministrations influenced your pretty sighs. Franco's hips picked up pace, moving with urgency now as he drooled all over your tits and groaned into them like his own personal pillows. Your soft gasps turned to pitched moans, eyes rolling to the back of your head, completely surrendering as he used you as his own little toy, licking, sucking, and nipping your breasts while rocking into you.
His cock strained against his pants and pulsed against your clothed cunt, “Ditzy whore,” he slurred hazily, chasing his release, “All sweat and drool and spunk…” his words were punctuated with sloppy, unrelenting thrusts before they stuttered suddenly, body tensing as he buried his face between your saliva-slicked cleavage to muffle his moans as hot, thick ropes of cum pumped into his briefs, staining them dirty and leaving a damp circle right where his tip was pressed, “Fuck!”
Your orgasm came flooding in right after, thighs snapping shut around his waist as a breathless cry rattled your vocals, winded and weak.
He fell limp against you, face remaining nestled in your chest, feeling the rapid vibration of your racing heart. You were lost in the haze of your own orgasm before the shuttle announcement blared in the distance-
Your group! They finished the trial!
Your small spark of excitement and hope was crushed as Franco gave you a five second headstart to get out of his sight— he didn't let you fix yourself up beforehand, either. So there you were, stumbling on weak legs through the halls with your tits half out and your ESOP poorly strapped back on while taking the completely wrong path back to the shuttle. Franco never even went after you, he just enjoyed watching you struggle to find your way around. Once you did, your teammates looked utterly shocked at the state you were in- exchanging glances amongst each other but never actually having it in them to ask about it.
Needless to say, you didn't mind being bait anymore.
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