Her Brother's Keeper

There it was. That look, that lovely look Divine got when she saw her man do something he didn't want to do. Yamato was nice, Yamato was noble, but Yamato was still a man, and at the end of the day, there wasn't a man alive she couldn't string around her little finger.

"Good boy." She moved her hand upwards and started a slow stroke, running her hands over his shaft and trying to get a reaction out of him. Slow. Steady. She would speed up, then slow down, then speed up again. Bringing him to heights and then dropping him off them. Over and over. Tease and denial.

"See?" Divine started to lap away at his neck, licking here and sucking there. "This is what cooperation gets you. Much better."

Divine gave him a quick kiss on the lips and dipped her tongue between them. "Tell Mariko you like it."

As relieved as he was she wasn’t crushing his balls in her hand right now, his sense of dread remained as Divine started to work her hand over his shaft, eliciting a low groan from his lips that he simply couldn’t hold back. He immediately cursed himself for letting it slip, and for the fact that the Valkyrie’s treatment was starting to turn him on. He hated what was being done to him, and that he was being used as a tool against Mariko. But the facts were he was an entirely straight man, Divine was as sexy as they come, and she clearly knew what she was doing.

Every time the speed increased, his body started to tense while trying to fight back his rising arousal. Yet even when she slowed down it still felt like agonizing torture as he tried in vain not to let it affect him. The tease and denial was brutal, yet the fact that his shaft was getting hard as a rock in her hand only made things exponentially worse.

He kept his eyes and lips tightly shut as he felt her start to lick and suck on his neck, trying not to let any noticeable sign of pleasure come from him. But again, Divine was an expert, and it wasn’t long before another groan slipped through his lips. Yamato then felt her lips against his briefly while her tongue slipped between his own lips. When she gave her command, Yamato slowly turned his head to glare up at Divine before replying through grit teeth, “Fuck you...” Wise? Absolutely not. And he knew it. But so long as he could help it, he wasn’t going to admit something like that on camera, knowing his sister would likely be seeing it in the near future.

Mako had been starting to get a little bored with all this. While she was all for getting some payback on Mariko and showing the world what happened when you crossed the Valkyries, Divine's whole domination shtick was a little too soft for her tastes. She would've just as soon beat Yamato to a pulp and left him laying. Would've sent a message and been far less time-consuming.

But when the boy had his little burst of defiance, the smile came back on her face and she started to crack her knuckles. Her turn was coming up. "Not smart."

Divine had a little pout and started to squeeze down on his manhood, scratching away with her nails and giving plenty of pain where there had just been plenty of pleasure moments ago. She glanced up at Mako, gave her a quick nod, and slid back towards his legs to give their leader enough room to sit on Yamato's chest. Which she immediately did. In the most painful way possible, by hopping up on the table and coming down full weight on his chest.

With one hand, she grabbed Yamato's throat and squeezed down, choking him. WIth the other, she balled it into a fist and brought it down hard on his fast. Once. Twice. Three times. Hard blows to the skull. Not enough to knock him out, but more than enough to make him regret the insolence.

Yamato heard Mako’s words and saw the disapproving pout on Divine’s face, then immediately started to cringe and writhe while her nails scratched on his manhood. But it seemed there would be even more punishment for his defiance than he’d expected. And within moments, Divine was sliding back on him to make some room for the notorious leader of the Valkyries.

“Uugh!!” he grunted as she dropped down and brought her full weight crashing right onto his chest. Normally, Yamato wouldn’t have any complaints at all about being pinned down like this by two good looking women. But that sadistic smile that Mako wore, which all but outright stated she was about to have fun torturing him, combined with the pain Divine had already inflicted, and of course the fact this was all being filmed specifically for his sister all completely obliterated any thoughts of genuine enjoyment.

Her hand moved to grab onto his throat and began tightly squeezing, choking the life out of him. Yamato’s arms instinctively tried to move to pry her off of him, but once again the chains stopped any plans of resistance dead in their tracks. He was entirely defenseless, and could only lay there and take it as three heavy, intense punches rocked his face and skull. He wished the hits had knocked him out, but they hadn’t, and Yamato could tell was going to be feeling the effect of those shots for a while...

Mako relished and reveled in every punch she landed on Yamato's face. She had to put a little effort into staying on top after he started rattling, but she managed it. No way was she getting knocked off with this.

She raised her fist for another hard blow, when Divine put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her in the middle. Stone let out an audible sigh of relief, glad she didn't have to watch Mako getting too far out of control - she'd seen that happen before, and she knew it would end with the poor kid in an ambulance.

"Easy, easy." Mako eased her way off Yamato's chest as Divine climbed forward. As she made her way up, she kicked her shoes off and shuffled out of her pants, making sure to rub her thighs along his groin as she did for a little extra teasing. "I want that pretty face intact."

With her red bottom now bare, she started to slide up his chest, right until she was sitting on his neck. Not enough to choke him, but breathing would be harder than usual. Close enough for him to smell her arousal. Close enough for him to feel her heat. "Do you know what comes next, Yamato?"

She ran a finger down the middle of his nose. "Your sister does."

Yamato cringed and tried to brace himself for what he felt sure would be another unforgiving blast of Mako’s fist right into his face. But, it never came. And as he peaked through one eye, and noticed a hand resting on the girl’s shoulder, staying her hand. An unlikely miracle, perhaps? In some ways, maybe. But they weren’t through with him yet.

The Valkyrie leader removed herself from her perch atop Yamato’s chest, but Divine’s weight was still on him. He watches as she removed her shoes and pants, exposing her entire lower body, while sensually rubbing her smooth thighs right over his groin and eliciting a small groan from the young man in the process.

Divine then slid up his torso, bringing herself to sit on his neck. She easily could’ve choked him out like this if she’d wanted, but fortunately she wasn’t bearing enough of her weight down to do that. Still he was finding breathing a more tedious task, and each breath he did take caused him to breath in the scent of her arousal. And this new position of hers was forcing him to look straight up at her, not giving him the option of turning his head to look away. He blinked as her finger ran right down his face. Yamato was fairly certain he knew the answer to Divine’s question, but he didn’t answer. Partly because he just didn’t want to, but also because he guessed it might not be easy speaking while she was sitting on his neck like this.

Divine had told Mariko the last time they met about her preference for sitting on male faces, and she hadn't been lying. It was something about the way their faces were made, she figured. Masculine features seems to accentuate her sex perfectly, liked they were designed to fit.  Oh, and the sounds they made. A male scream had more bass to it. More vibration. Perfect for a good smothering session. And she couldn't forget the looks on their faces, either. Women tended to be more accepting of a facesit, but men? No matter how much of them wanted it, there always seemed to be a small part that didn't.

And Yamato? He just fit the mold perfectly. "Hold your breath." She winked. "Wouldn't want you to pass out too soon."

That was all the warning Divine wold bother giving before she slid up Yamato's face, pressing her pussy against his mouth and nose to form a perfect seal. She had to do a little bouncing to get it right - roughly, of course - but eventually she settled down and found the sweet spot. "There we go..."

And then, once Divine had seated herself like a mother hen over her eggs, she began to rock. Back and forth. Nice and steady. A slow, smooth, smothering grind all over Yamato's face, pressing him hard into the table. "Yes. Yes." She reached behind and ran her cherry red nails across his chest, just hard enough to leave angry, red marks. "Make some noise for me."

This time Yamato did exactly as he was told, whether it was a legitimate order or not, and took in as big a breath as he could and held it as Divine slid forward and planted her pussy right down on his mouth and nose. But of course she didn’t just gently settle into her seat. She roughly bounced a few times on him, causing him to give muffled grunts right into her sex.

Yamato then felt her start to slowly grind, making him turn red with embarrassment beneath her as she used his face as a sex toy for her own stimulation. And the discomfort of having his head pressed back into the table in the process wasn’t making things any better. “Mmmph..” he grunted as she fucked his face, already starting to feel the oxygen-depriving effects of her perfectly applied smother.

Divine wasn’t the first woman to turn Yamato’s face into a comfy throne, but of all his similar experiences, this was by far the most humiliating. Only people as devious as the Valkyries could manage to turn a smothering session with someone as beautiful as Divine into genuine torture.

Her nails then ran across his chest, scratching his toned skin and leaving red marks in their trail. “Mmmmph!” he shouted while wincing, his voice once again being muffled by the nether regions of the Brazilian sitting over his mouth.

"Yes..."

Divine had a long memory for hate, and she still recalled the similar position she'd been in with Mariko. When that little bitch bounced on her face and used her nose for a sex toy, she decided on the spot what her next move would be. She'd envisioned getting Yamato like this for weeks, and now that she could look down and see his face peeking out from between her legs...

"Yes."

She enjoyed a long, hard grind, before lifting up and letting him get a fresh breath. Just a quick whiff. Then she dropped back down and slammed her hips against his face, moving into a more vicious rhythm as she banged his head into the table.

"You know what the great thing is, Yamato?" She managed to get out a few words between her lewd moans. "Your sister is gonna come after me for this, just know it. And when she does..."

She grabbed Yamato's hair and pulled him even in even tighter, as she reached the edge of a thunderous climax. "I'll do something to her even worse than what you've got. Not quite sure what, yet. But I'll figure it out."

Saliva dripped out from Divine's panting lips, hitting him square on the forehead. "And I'll let everyone watch that, too. Wonder if you'll get more hits?"

Yamato could tell just how much Divine was enjoying herself as she rode his face and ground her wet pussy over his features. He could see that sadistic twinge in her eyes as she looked down on him from above. There was a certain longing there, as if she’d been waiting forever for the chance to do this and was now reaping the rewards of her patience while he was completely helpless.

After one more rough grind, which caused him to wince in discomfort, Yamato immediately began to gasp for air once she lifted off of him. But he overestimated how much time he’d be given to catch his breath, and suddenly Divine descended right back down, slamming herself back onto his mouth and nose and smashing his head back against the table. “Mmmmph!” he shouted out into her crotch in response to the pain that surged through his skull. Since he hadn’t seen it coming, Yamato hadn’t completely closed his mouth in time. Now not only did she have a smothering seal over him, but he was also getting a more literal taste of his captor.

As he was forced to listen to her words, the Valkyrie grabbed his hair and pulled him even tighter against her womanhood. And as she threatened Mariko, Yamato almost instantly began trying to yank his arms free to fight back. “MMMMM...!” It was virtually the same reaction his sister had when Divine had threatened Yamato a while back. The only difference: Yamato was much more effectively pinned down. As mad as it made him to hear Divine say what she did, there was still simply no getting out of those chains. He couldn’t even turn away from the saliva that dripped down right onto his forehead. He was simply stuck there, and that’s all there was to it.