A different kind of breakdown
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 51
by
copier
· original author:
somedude248
The other girls in the room looked on with piqued interest at Pantha's attempts to arouse the Boy Wonder. While her demeanor was definitely awkward, far more used to cutting promos against her opponents in the ring than flirting with guys, her impressive body, magnified nearly a thousand fold at Robin's current scale, seemed to be having a notable effect, particularly as she accented said body with her hands. Starfire even went as far as to take notes, writing down what she had been seeing so far in a nearby notepad. Both Jinx and Bumblebee chuckled at the sight, but didn't stop her.
Robin didn't answer, but at the same time, he didn't scream. He just looked on at his captress, as if caught in a trance, unaware of what she had planned. Pantha answered that question by placing a free hand on his upper body, softly enough to avoid hurting him.
"Where does the little man want my finger? Here?" she asked even as it rubbed across his face. "Here?" she asked again as it traced his chest and abdominals. "Or maybe," she asked as her wide digit set down near his groin, rubbing it softly, "here."
The digit rubbed across his groin slowly and softly, thankfully only placing a fraction of the tremendous strength Pantha possessed on it. Robin could only respond with a low moan, his face blushing red. The proud luchador smiled, realizing she was making progress.
"The little man liked that, huh?" she asked, an added huskiness present along with her thick accent. "Do you want more?"
Robin only responded with a nod, still refusing to speak. Rather than question his silence, Pantha merely nodded her head back in approval, moving her strong fingers across his body.
Unlike when Argent nearly ripped him in half, the fingers of Pantha were much more gentle with Robin's tiny form. Fingers alternated between rubbing his groin and massaging his battered body, with the boy unable to deal with the rapid onset of sensations. He was trained for any form of pain, any torture, but this wasn't torture. It was the complete opposite, almost rejuvenating after the ordeal the girls had put him through. After a short time, Pantha's fingers rubbed his groin harder and harder to the point where he finally orgasmed, breathing heavily on her palm. The luchador smiled at her handiwork, as well as the tiny drop of white on her finger.
"I think the little man enjoyed that," Pantha proudly declared.
"That's nice," Jinx interrupted, "but you're time's up. It's my turn. Picking up the tiny man even as he breathed heavily, she looked to see his reaction.
Robin didn't answer, but at the same time, he didn't scream. He just looked on at his captress, as if caught in a trance, unaware of what she had planned. Pantha answered that question by placing a free hand on his upper body, softly enough to avoid hurting him.
"Where does the little man want my finger? Here?" she asked even as it rubbed across his face. "Here?" she asked again as it traced his chest and abdominals. "Or maybe," she asked as her wide digit set down near his groin, rubbing it softly, "here."
The digit rubbed across his groin slowly and softly, thankfully only placing a fraction of the tremendous strength Pantha possessed on it. Robin could only respond with a low moan, his face blushing red. The proud luchador smiled, realizing she was making progress.
"The little man liked that, huh?" she asked, an added huskiness present along with her thick accent. "Do you want more?"
Robin only responded with a nod, still refusing to speak. Rather than question his silence, Pantha merely nodded her head back in approval, moving her strong fingers across his body.
Unlike when Argent nearly ripped him in half, the fingers of Pantha were much more gentle with Robin's tiny form. Fingers alternated between rubbing his groin and massaging his battered body, with the boy unable to deal with the rapid onset of sensations. He was trained for any form of pain, any torture, but this wasn't torture. It was the complete opposite, almost rejuvenating after the ordeal the girls had put him through. After a short time, Pantha's fingers rubbed his groin harder and harder to the point where he finally orgasmed, breathing heavily on her palm. The luchador smiled at her handiwork, as well as the tiny drop of white on her finger.
"I think the little man enjoyed that," Pantha proudly declared.
"That's nice," Jinx interrupted, "but you're time's up. It's my turn. Picking up the tiny man even as he breathed heavily, she looked to see his reaction.
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