[SNEAK PEEK]Ripster the Enforcer
Look, it's a rule 34 story about one of the Street Sharks getting captured and brainwashed. Do I gotta say more?
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Ripster the Enforcer
By Limewah
**Patron Reward for Sanmer (June 2023)
Featuring characters from Street Sharks**
**18+
SNEAK PEEK**
Ripster was supposed to be smarter than this.
He was not supposed to be this easy to capture.
But he'd never seen it coming. The cage landed on him from a blind spot, blotting out the sun and hiding him in a solid-chromed cube.
Before it had even touched down, he was already snared. A harness hit him in the back and quickly wrapped around him with a click - the same went for another strap that shot around his neck and buried a round ball in his still-open mouth.
As it began to move, the sound bath began, and rooted the shark to the spot.
The blue shark's teeth were sharp enough to rend through steel like it was tinfoil. But whatever alloy the gag was made of, it was not giving way. It was soft, almost chewy, just sort of bending and warping against his biting grip and re-setting itself when he pulled back. No matter how hard he tried, it always returned to the default position.
Just like the rest of his attempts of resistance, then.
Ripster was growling and shaking his head like he was a ravenous dog. It was all he could do to try and resist the constant echoing streams of sound bombarding him from all directions, from the hidden speakers. The vibrations of those tones felt tangible, powerful, overwhelming. The throbbing sounds met in the middle of his head, and his mind sort of felt like it was being microwaved, every single molecule wriggling and fizzing.
The walls of sound were closing in, and the shark's brain was so overwhelmed that he could not perceive any sort of escape, his vision quivering and blurring under the strain, the sort of moment of blindness he got after an especially strong...
Shit, he was hard. He was throbbing.
He wasn't visualising any sexual fantasies - it was the pure sound vibrating his brainwaves and forcing his cock to full mast, straining against his too-tight pants until they began to rip at the seams....
He was drooling, too, all over his soft gag. It felt sort of nice in his mouth...
His biting was turning more into gentle chewing, the binaural assault pushing through him like an intense full-body massage, one that had him paralysed and rooted to the spot. It forced his dicksto throb and dribble, as though invisible hands were stroking them, tickling at the fork at the base, and fondling his balls. Too many hands to count.
He groaned in spite of himself - the sound of his voice was turning him on even more, making it harder to resist gushing and pulsing out more of that potent precum.
There were words hidden in the sounds, etching themselves into his mind. Simple, single-word commands, ones he did not hear, but ones he felt, deep in his psyche. Resisting them was futile. It was starting to hurt to try. Relenting was the path of least resistance. The sound pulled him to his knees, and tugged his eyes inwards, crossing towards his snout as his cocks erupted with what would be the first of many intense, productive orgasms. His groans echoed through the metallic cage, only adding to the intense seismic vibrations breaking down the last bits of his resistance and putting him into a blank, drooling stupor.
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