The white-haired cowgirl felt her head throbbing as she woke up. Her ears were still ringing from all the gunfire and explosions that were going off as she was knocked out. She almost wondered she had finally bitten the dust. But it seemed fate had other ideas.

“Finally awake, sweetheart?” spoke a gravelly voice from above.

Ashe slowly looked up to discover the very foe she was fighting against standing over her. The fierce ruler of Junkertown, the Junker Queen.

She tried to make a quick move against her but couldn’t. She was tied up. Leather cuffs had strapped down onto this bed. It was nothing more than an iron frame and a mattress.

Great, she wondered, I’ve become a captive to her.

She sighed at her situation. But only then, glancing down at herself, she realised she wasn’t just tied up. She had her jacket removed and her shirt was torn up, revealing her large breast.

“Hey!” she snarled.

“What the hell ya’ll think you doin’?! These puppies aren’t just for any ol’ eyes, y’know?!”

The Junker Queen let out a loud cackle, the same one people associated with bloodshed and destruction. She leaned against her axe.

“Heh, tough luck. You’re property of the Junker Queen now!”

Ashe raised an eyebrow.

“Property?! What the hell ya’ll talkin’ about?! Where’s my gang?! Where’s BOB?!”

“Oh, me and my boys took care of your gang alright. As for your little friend? Why we would’ve loved to turn that omnic into scrap! But it seems he’s disappeared. Looks like decided to ditch his human.”

BOB abandon me? Ashe thought. No! He would never!

“Anyways, enough chit-chat. You’re mine now, lassie, and there’s only one thing I’m interested in.”

Without warning, Junker Queen grabbed Ashe’s trousers by the waist and pulled them down with her panties. Ashe gasped as the very thing Junker Queen wanted was exposed, her cock.

“Cor! That’s some beaut!”

She poked a finger at her flaccid penis. It was soft.

“I bet a couple of the blokes in your gang got a good try up the bum with this thing?”

Ashe gritted her teeth.

“Untie me and you’ll find out.”

Junker Queen chuckled.

“Nah, you’re good, mate. I’ve got one just like it” she said, groping her own bulge.

“But I got a special drug that makes it go huge!”

She quickly pulled out an old green tanker and placed it beside Ashe. It had a long rubber tube with a gas mask on the end. She twisted the valve, it started hissing gas. She planted the mask on her face and inhaled. As she did, Ashe watched with eye-wide amazement Junker Queen’s own cock growing to incredible size. It was throbbing under the restraints of her shorts.

“God damn…” Ashe muttered, staring at the Queen’s bulge with admiration.

Junker Queen took the mask off. She took in a deep breath of fresh air and sighed with delight, as if she took a hit of pure ectasy.

“That’s the shit that really hits. You wanna try?”

Ashe scoffed.

“Sorry, darling, but I don’t do drugs.”

The Junker Queen grunted.

“That weren’t a request.”

Before the cowgirl could protest, JQ had forced the mask onto Ashe and strapped it in place.

She coughed and sputtered as the gas filled her lungs. But her attention was drawn away as she watched her flaccid dick quickly start to rise and grow hard. It happened in seconds. It was raging and throbbing, a drop of precum leaking from its head. She had never seen it so horny and willing.

“Holy shit! What a sight to see!” the Queen swore.

Ashe felt a deep shame in being made this hard and horny. She prided herself on being at all times dominate and in control. But all that was taken away from her.

She suddenly gasped. The Junker wrapped her strong fingers around Ashe’s cock and locked them into a tight grip. She slowly stroked her cock up and down.

“Hey! Get your damn hands offa me!” Ashe demanded, her voice muffled.

But the Queen kept stroking in a rhythmic motion.

“You sure about that? You seem to be really liking this.”

She sped up. The cowgirl threw her head back, trying to not watch herself being used. Her eyes were shut but her mouth was opened and letting out moans of pleasure.

“That’s it, girlie. Don’t try to fight it” JQ laughed gleefully.

She sped up even more, causing Ashe to moan even more. She wriggled around in her binds. She was fully in Junker Queen’s grasp and had no choice but to give into. Her dark red eyes sunk she began to realise she was actually enjoying being used like this.

Junker Queen didn’t stop; her muscles being put to effective use. She stuck out her pierced tongue and began licking around the head. It caused Ashe to whimper even more. The slither of her tongue moved around her most sensitive areas, the metal of her piercing creating a cold sensation that build a delightful shock.

Ashe couldn’t stand how much she was into this. She couldn’t tell whether it was the gas or just herself but either way, she geared herself up for an orgasm whether she liked it or not.

Her balls started to twitch, she thrusted herself hard into Junker Queen’s tight hand. The Queen grinned at her achievement and quickly wrapped her mouth her pet’s cockhead. The cowgirl cried ecstasy as her thick, white cum shot straight into the Queen’s mouth.

After Ashe had finished cumming, Junker Queen got up. She swirled around Ashe’s cum in her mouth like a fine wine before swallowing.

“Mmm, that’s some nice white juice.”

Ashe turned her head away in shame. She couldn’t believe a woman her position, her wealth was treated like nothing more than a toy…And that deep down, she actually enjoyed it.

But just as she was expecting the comedown to hit her, a burst of energy suddenly filled her. She watched herself and was shocked to discover her limp, cum covered dick quickly shot up again. It was just as hard and raging as when she started. It twitched desperately with a need to be used. Immediately, she was yearning orgasm all over again.

Junker Queen cackled.

“That’s my favourite thing about the gas, you get to be horny all the time!”

The cowgirl’s heart sank. Just when she wondered she had escaped her first humiliation.

Junker Queen disconnected the cuffs chaining her ankles from the bedframe and reattached them to chains dangling above her. It forced her legs to be spread aside, held up in the air.

“Right, let’s see the rest of the goods!”

With swift ease, Junker Queen tore open Ashe’s leather trousers and panties to reveal her bare ass. It was incredibly firm, mostly due from all the squatting she does on the job.

“Now this a right proper piece of ass right there.”

She gave it a hard spank. It made Ashe wince; turning bright red at being toyed with.

“But before we move onto that, there’s good reason why I need to be nice and hard for me.”

She moved around Ashe’s bed, picking up a remote.

“See, some of the Junkers round ‘ere have a little problem getting enough protein in them. So, like the great Queen I am, I’m gonna give the people what they need.”

She pressed a button. Suddenly, a hatch from the ceiling dropped open and something snaked down. Ashe got a good look, and her heart skipped a beat with panic. A metal tube attached to a longer, clear tube. She knew a machine just like that it definitely wasn’t made for humans…

“Oh no…Oh god, please no!” Ashe begged.

Junker Queen chuckled, picking up the milking tube.

“What’s all the fuss, love? You get to cum all day with this thing! I know women who’d murder to be in your spot!”

She went to put the tube onto Ashe’s cock, but she thrashed around in a feeble attempt to avoid her milking fate.

“Oi! Stop struggling! You’re getting milked whether you like it or not!!!”

Eventually, through the struggle, Junker Queen managed to slip the milking tube onto Ashe’s firm cock. She violently shook her head and whimpered.

“No, no, no, no…C’mon, Dez, I’ll do anything you want! You want gold? I’ll give you all the gold you want!”

But the Queen just scoffed.

“So pathetic. I thought you were supposed to be a vicious gang leader? Not some whimpering brat. Listen closely, my pet.”

She leaned in close, her angry face filling Ashe’s view.

“Obey your Queen.”

She pressed a button.

Ashe yelped as she felt her cock swiftly get sucked up the shaft. A greedy, unyielding hunger had swallowed her cock. It was so intense and strong that the cowgirl feared the suction alone would make her cum.

But a tight ring wrapped around her cockhead and started stroking her cock up and down, from the tip to the bottom. It kept going, smooth and rhythmically, just like the Queen did. Her legs buckled under the two pleasures, her breath grew heavier. Ashe knew this machine wouldn’t tire and if her captor wished, she could leave it on to make Ashe non-stop cum for the rest of her life. And she probably would.

“Crickey, you should get a look yourself” taunted the Junker Queen, circling around her.

“You really put the cow in cowgirl, don’t ya!”

Junker Queen cackled away again but Ashe was too consumed by her milking to grow angry at her. The machine was relentless; it wasn’t too harsh but it certainly kept Ashe highly aroused. Light, muffled moans came from her as she felt herself getting lulled into the machine’s workings.

“Heh. I think it’s time I had my bit of fun.”

JQ undid her belt and let her shorts drop to the ground. Her dick was still raging, hard and wet with precum. Ashe’s eye marvelled at it, it was way bigger than hers. It was as long and thick as the Queen’s very own shotgun.

“Meet Maggie, my secret little weapon.”

Ashe’s wide eyes wondered different. There ain’t nothing little about that.

Junker Queen climbed onto the bed, gently stroking her willing cock.

“Open wide!” she yelled.

Without warning, the Queen shoved her fat cock into Ashe’s tight asshole. Ashe groaned with clenched teeth as Junker Queen’s cock inched further in. Eventually it was fully in.

“Bloody hell!” groaned Junker Queen.

“Talk about a tight fit!”

She grabbed onto Ashe’s legs tightly as she began to thrust into her. Her thick cock rubbed nicely against Ashe’s prostate, only adding more arousal to her already overstimulated state. She started off gently but as she found her groove she just became rougher and more aggressive.

“Ooh, yes…Now this is a royal treatment” panted Junker Queen.

Ashe’s eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation she was given. She had at all times prided herself on being the dominant one, both romantically but especially sexually. She loved the power of having total control. But now that was all taken away from her. She was now nothing more than a cow and fucktoy and secretly loved it.

Junker Queen, however, was grinning and moaning wildly as she viciously fucked Ashe. She was her own little slave, her pet. She existed only to give cum and make the Queen cum. Looking down on Ashe’s face, a face usually stern and serious, now was a daze of arousal and defeat. It pleased the Junker Queen.

She continued to fuck Ashe roughly. The whole bed creaked and shook, the milking tube swayed about whilst staying firmly on Ashe’s cock. It was still attempting to harshly suck all the cum out of her.

A prolonged moan left Ashe’s mouth; she couldn’t hold back any longer. Between the fucking of her prostate and the relentless stroking and sucking on her cock, she would soon be cumming. She shut her eyes and clutched onto the railings of the bed, preparing herself for another overwhelming orgasm.

Junker Queen, similarly, was close to cumming. The way her dick rubbed so nicely against Ashe’s ass only made her harder. The wondered of filling her up with cum was too good to just ignore.

A loud muffled whaling was heard from behind Ashe’s gas mask. Her eyes rolled back; her body seized up. Waves of intense pleasure raced through her like a thunderous sea. She cried out as she felt her cum shoot out from her dick, only to get sucked up by the machine. As she came, she watched her own semen be sucked away through the clear tube into an unseen tanker.

She was just like a cow on a ranch…

But suddenly, Junker Queen’s fingers wrapped around her neck, squeezing it in a tight grip. Junker Queen was screaming aggressively, ploughing hard against Ashe. Ashe started to chock as she was forcibly fucked hard. Junker Queen grunted viciously before letting out a loud, almost battle-like, cry. She then felt her asshole being filled up with cum, the Queen’s dick twitching inside of her as she unloaded.

She almost collapsed onto Ashe; her body covered in absolute sweat. She pulled out, her covered into her own cum, twitching proudly, with cum leaking out of Ashe’s now gaping hole. She looked down at her handy work and chuckled.

“That’s a nice piece of work if say so myself.”

She looked at Ashe with an unnerving look of glee in her eye.

“I think I’ll leave you on there for a couple more hours. Make sure we plenty of that cum of yours.”

Ashe cried tears of despair. Her libido had already restored itself and the fiendish milking machine was still sucking away at her. A life of milking was now reality.

The Junker Queen cackled away, laughter feeling like daggers in Ashe’s already crushed spirit.

“OOF!”

Suddenly there was a loud THUMP! Ashe’s attention was gained. She looked over to see Junker Queen was now on the floor, unconscious. Standing over her, was Ashe’s hope.

“BOB!” she cried out, muffled.

BOB, her loyal companion, had returned for her. The hulking omnic marched over to her, looking rather confused by her set up.

“Don’t just stand there, BOB, get me out of this thing!”

BOB obeyed. He swiftly pulled the milking tube off her, making a phoomfing sound. She gasped in surprised. He threw it apart before taking Ashe’s mask off. She quickly inhaled a big gulp of fresh air, finally free from her sex-crazed sate.

“Let me loose.”

The gentlemanly omnic did so. He undid her restraints and helped her get back up. Quickly, Ashe started putting her clothes back on. She looked up at BOB with a genuinely warm smile.

“Thank you, BOB. For saving me.”

BOB bowed down. It was no issue for him.

Ashe’s facial expression quickly turned to shame, however.

“Uh, please don’t tell any of the gang what happened here, okay?”

BOB nodded.

Ashe quickly gathered up the rest of her belongings. She was ready to head out before turning back to the unconscious Junker Queen. She wondered of everything she had just been through, and her blood boiled with rage. There was no way in hell she was gonna get away that easy.

“Hang on, BOB. I just wanna quickly sort out some unfinished business.”

Moments had passed when Junker Queen finally woke back up. Her head was pounding as she tried to piece together what just happened. But then she quickly grew horrified as she realised where she was. She was now stripped naked, bound to the same bed her pet was. She was inhaling her very own gas which made her hard and aroused. Worst of all, the milking tube was on her, ready to suck up her cum.

She tried to break out of her restraints with force, cussing and yelling as she did. But her own pet stood over her.

“I sure hope you had your fun, Dez. But you really think you could mess with me? You told me to “obey my Queen”, so lemme return that advice.”

Ashe held up the remote that controlled the machine. Junker Queen’s eyes steamed with fury.

“Never fuck with the Deadlock Gang.”

She activated the machine. It suckled hard on the Queen’s cock. She thrashed around trying to withstand but it was useless. She was getting served her karma.

Ashe left the room to the sound of Junker Queen’s aggravated cries. A smiled emerged on her face she felt the warm, Aussie sun on her skin. BOB was waiting for her.

“Alright, BOB, where to next? How’s about Route 66? Me and Cassidy still got some scores to settle.”

BOB nodded again. The two walked off into the sunset with a strong sense of assurance in their steps; the Deadlock Gang at all times wins.