damodraws:
“spank the monkey” huehuehue
part II
Monkey could...
“spank the monkey” huehuehue
Monkey could only turn his head and scowl at the approaching Mech after it shot out a web of cables that restrained and bound his every limb. This was a new design, one he’d never encountered before. No amount of straining could free himself however. All he really managed was to get up on his knees and then lewdly wiggle his ass at the machine as he kept on helplessly struggling.
“Tripp, I’m trapped. Get some help over here!” he growled into his communicator. He braced himself as the mech drew closer, expecting a bullet or laser to end his life. But rather than bring any of its cybenetic weapons to bear on him, the mech was instead holding some kind of… wooden board, lined with holes. What was that for?
He got his answer when the machine drew back it’s arm, then smacked him sharply on the ass with it. Monkey grit his teeth. “What the f–” Then another blow met his straining ass. He bit back a snarl as the machine got into a rhythm paddling him. What was this, some sort of freaking discipline-bot!? “Motherf–”
“Monkey, I can’t get a fix on you. There’s some sort of interference. Give me your location!” he heard Tripp say through his headset.
“Tripp, I’m on the beach! I’m at–Mmmphh! Mmmpphh MMMPH GMMPFF!” His mouth was suddenly covered in a black metallic gag the mech shot out, preventing him from speaking. And then it just kept on spanking his ass. “RRRRRGH!”
“What was that, Monkey? Monkey, come in! I can’t understand you!”
The enslaved hero could only grumble into the sand, struggling in his humiliating bondage as he got punished by the specially-designed machine, sent out specifically to hunt him.
And he hadn’t even encountered the pants-cutting laser yet, or the other myriad tools it was equipped with for breaking down his will and defiance…
