**Defeated and Devoured**

I woke up groggy, my head pounding like a drum. The last thing I remembered was the fight—Rika’s team ambushing us in the ruins of the old power plant. My team was wiped out, one by one, until it was just me. And then darkness.

Now, I was strapped to a metal chair, wrists bound behind me, legs splayed open. The flickering fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting long shadows over the damp concrete floor. Rika stepped into view, her smirk sharp as a blade.

She was still in her combat gear—tight black bodysuit clinging to every curve, the zipper pulled low enough to tease the swell of her tits. Her dark hair was messy from the fight, her lips slightly parted as she eyed me like a predator sizing up prey.

“You lasted longer than I expected,” she purred, running a finger down my bare chest. I shivered, my body reacting despite the anger and fear twisting in my gut.

“What the fuck do you want?” I spat, testing the restraints. No give.

She chuckled, circling me. “Your energy, obviously. But I think we’ll have some fun first.”

Before I could retort, her hand slid between my legs, palming my cock through my pants. I hissed, the pressure making my dick twitch against my will.

“Fuck—get off!”

She ignored me, squeezing harder until I groaned. “Already hard for me?” She tsked, unzipping my pants and pulling them down just enough to free my cock. It stood stiff, betraying me.

Rika dropped to her knees, gripping the base of my shaft tight. “You’re going to give me everything,” she murmured before leaning in and dragging her tongue up my length, slow and wet.

I cursed, my hips jerking against the restraints. Her mouth was hot, sinful, her lips wrapping around my tip as she sucked just the head, teasing.

“Fuck you,” I growled, but my voice cracked when her tongue swirled under the ridge.

She pulled off with a pop, smirking. “You’re mine now.” Then, with terrifying ease, she impaled herself on me, taking my whole cock down her throat in one smooth motion.

I swore, back arching. The heat was unreal, her throat clenching around me as she fucked her face on my dick, spit dripping down my shaft.

She pulled back, gasping. “You taste good,” she whispered before climbing onto my lap, her pussy already soaking through her bodysuit.

With a quick tug, she yanked the fabric aside, exposing her cunt—pink, glistening, *dripping*.

“No choice, right?” She laughed, sinking down onto me in one brutal thrust.

I groaned, my cock stretching her tight walls as she rode me hard, grinding her clit against my pelvis.

“Fuck—you’re *mine* now,” she hissed, bouncing faster. I could feel it—my energy draining, my strength fading as she milked me with each roll of her hips.

Her tits spilled from the suit as she fucked herself on me, moaning. “Gonna take it all,” she panted.

I was close, too close—her pussy squeezing me like a vise—but she suddenly stopped, clenching around me.

“Not yet.”

She lifted off, leaving me throbbing and empty. Then, with a cruel grin, she turned around, bending over in front of me, her ass in the air.

“Last chance to resist,” she taunted, spreading her lips.

I didn’t.

I thrust up into her again, fucking her deep, her moans echoing as she came on my cock, her body milking me dry in every way.

As I spilled inside her, the last of my energy drained away, leaving me empty. Defeated.

And she just laughed.