Dominique's Mission

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(1)
"Shit! What am I even doing here?"
Dominique muttered to herself. This was the entrance to the largest virtual reality theater on Planet Dick. It was autumn on Planet Dick, but Dominique was wearing a red leather miniskirt and red leather boots that reached ten centimeters above her knees. Even so, about fifteen centimeters of her thighs were still visible, her snow-white and plump thighs stimulating the eyes of passersby. Judging from the pile of cigarette butts at her feet, she had probably been waiting for a long time.
Dominique couldn't help but pace back and forth. Her eyebrows were thick and black, which made her big eyes even more piercing.
Unfortunately, her eyes were burning with anger, making one worry for the person who was late. It was feared that when this female leopard got angry, it would be more terrifying than a tornado. Even with her unfriendly expression, her large eyes, delicate nose, and small lips still made her the center of attention for the men nearby. Dominique lit
another cigarette, and in the wisps of smoke , she recalled the beginning of this inexplicable incident…
**************** ... "Thank you, Major General. May I ask what brings you here today?" "I'll get straight to the point. From what we understand, you applied to military school because your brother was killed on Planet Dick, right? Because your brother was also an excellent Galactic Patrolman who unfortunately died at the hands of Planet Dick thugs during a mission. You've mentioned more than once to your classmates how close you were to your brother, and how one day you would wipe out the villains on Planet Dick to comfort your brother's spirit in heaven, right?" "Yes, sir." At this moment, Dominique's eyes were already filled with tears. "Do you know how your brother died?" "He was murdered during a mission investigating narcotics." "Yes. Because Planet Dick is a planet where violent sports—'Rockball'—are used as tourism, coupled with the accompanying gambling, the planet is filled with an atmosphere of decadence. The planet's ruler—'Cobra,' known as the strongest man in the universe—possesses a secret weapon called the 'Mental Gun.' It's said the gun moves at will, is incredibly powerful and accurate, and can even penetrate planets. Everyone who has seen it is dead, so no one knows what this weapon actually looks like. Your brother was murdered while investigating him." "Yes." "I've also looked into your background and found you to be exceptionally talented. So… there's a mission about Planet Dick that I need you to undertake." "Yes! I will do my utmost!" "Wait, I haven't even explained the mission details yet, and you've already agreed? This is a very dangerous mission!" "Reporting, Minister, no matter how dangerous, as long as it can bring down Cobra, I'm willing to do it." "Good! I knew I hadn't picked the wrong person. I need to make it clear first, although Planet Dick is a corrupt place, because a legislator previously granted them extraterritorial rights, our patrol team cannot enter to exercise official power unless there is concrete evidence of drug smuggling. So, everything there is an underground operation, understand?" "Yes, I understand." "Good, then here is our investigation report on Cobra, take a look first. We've arranged a false identity for you, taking advantage of the once-every-five-years selection of official players and cheerleaders, to let you become a cheerleader. You'll depart tomorrow, and when you arrive on Planet Dick the day after, there will be a baggage drop-off at the airport. After you retrieve that baggage, do as instructed inside, and our underground personnel will meet you." " Yes!" "Good luck!" Dominique left the minister's office trembling, her wish to become a member of the Galactic Patrol finally coming true. Having successfully obtained the silver baggage, Dominique couldn't wait to enter the hotel. Opening the not-so-small baggage, the first thing that caught her eye was the miniskirt she was currently wearing. Although it was long-sleeved, it exposed a large area of her shoulders and back, and the skirt was very short, making it unsuitable for autumn. There was a CD. Dominique opened her laptop, inserted the CD, and entered the password the Major General had personally told her. The computer screen displayed this message: "Dear Captain Dominique: This is Tuji, your contact person on Dick. Please wear this miniskirt and riding boots and wait for me here at 5 PM tomorrow. A map is attached; please refer to it! Please try to appear casual, as this is a gambling city, and those who appear respectable will attract attention. Underground work cannot attract attention. There are some essential tools in your luggage; you'd better carry them with you, just in case. Best wishes for a successful collaboration! " ********** ... Dominique was startled, inwardly berating herself for her lack of vigilance. Turning her head, she saw a young man of medium build, a centimeter or two shorter than her, staring at her suspiciously. Resisting the urge to slap him, Dominique shouted, "Where the hell have you been?!" " I went to buy Euro fertilizer," the man said, pulling Dominique into the theater. Inside , everyone wore virtual reality headsets, occasionally letting out screams. Dominique frowned, about to wonder how they could discuss secrets in such a noisy place, when Tuji pulled two headsets from his bag, handing one to Dominique, saying, "Please use this; it's our own headset. No one will suspect we're communicating here." Wearing the headset and adjusting the frequency, they immediately entered virtual reality. "Welcome to Planet Dick," Tuji said with a grin in the virtual reality world. "Are you a pervert? What are you doing dressed like this for investigation?" "I've heard Captain Dominique is the most beautiful woman in the Galactic Patrol, and seeing her today, she truly lives up to her reputation. My chances of success are even greater now." "What does this have to do with being beautiful?" "To become a cheerleader, you need to be top-notch in both looks and figure. Since the salaries of Locke players on this planet are among the top ten in the universe, and players can't leave the court freely once they're on it, the women closest to the players are the cheerleaders. That's why cheerleaders are so sought after when selecting official players. And to make a lasting impression, you can't just dress casually." "Why do I have to be a cheerleader?"

"As I said, players can't just leave the stadium once they're inside, which means it's heavily guarded. According to our investigation, the big boss, Cobra, uses the stadium for drug trafficking. As for whether they have manufacturing capabilities, warehouses, distribution channels, etc., we don't have many clues. This time, besides you, there's another excellent patrolman applying to be a player. His name is 'Joe Kirian.' We don't know anything about what happens after he goes in. If you two are selected, I've already told him about you. He'll act like he's pursuing you so your contact won't seem so strange. Then you'll have to rely on yourselves. Oh, by the way, how's your dancing?"
"Well... I'm not very good at dancing. It's not a required course for the Galactic Patrol."
"You're so meticulous. Well then, take this opportunity to practice here first."
"What?"
"Practice in virtual reality! I'll guide you here. Going to the hotel is too dangerous."
"This..."
"Hurry up, there's not much time left. Dance a bit first, I'll tell you the key points, then you can go back and practice on your own. Music!" Music started playing in the virtual reality.

(2)

"Your waist is too stiff! You need to move like a water snake, try to let it move your thighs. Smile!"
The chicken's words still seemed to echo in her ears. Dominique smiled bitterly at herself in the mirror. The person in the mirror was covered in sweat, with a white headband tied around her head, her long hair tied into a ponytail, and a white bikini under her slender neck. This bikini was truly astonishing. Not to mention the upper body, the briefs on the lower body only had a small triangular piece of cloth in the front that barely covered her private parts, and there was only a strap in the back, leaving her buttocks completely exposed. Wearing this kind of clothing also required doing difficult leg raises. When the leg was raised to the head, the pants were almost useless, and anyone could see that her private garden was only covered by a small piece of white cloth. Dominique couldn't help but mutter,
"Why do cheerleaders wear this kind of uniform? How can the players concentrate on playing the game like this?"
Wearing tall, high-heeled riding boots made it even more difficult to raise her legs. Dominique practiced for a long time, but she was still not satisfied. However, due to prolonged practice, the sensitive labia were constantly rubbed by the straps of her panties, causing Dominnie to experience strange sensations. Especially when she successfully lifted her leg, the straps were pulled taut, and she would feel a jolt of electricity running through her lower abdomen.
At this moment, Dominnie could no longer resist. She gently slipped her hand into her already soaked panties. The straps at the crotch area posed no obstacle, and her fingers slid between her wet labia. She first gently circled them on the outside, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Dominnie, you're so naughty!"
she thought to herself, but the pleasure emanating from her clitoris made it impossible for her to stop her fingers. The overflowing nectar made her finger movements even smoother.
A casual glance revealed something in the silver suitcase, about the thickness of three fingers and about twenty centimeters long. This seemed to be one of the so-called "essential items." Dominnie hadn't properly studied what these things were for. However, it was clear that it would soon have a useful purpose.
She picked up the object; the metallic casing was a little cool. When she put it into her hot vagina, it really made her shiver. But soon the thing was as hot as her body.
"Ah... Brother, faster... faster with your strong thing..."
Her hand held the rod, and the thrusting motion became faster and faster. As the moans became heavier, her lower abdomen began to spasm. Her left hand gripped the sheet, and her right hand held the rod tightly, preparing to receive an orgasm...
Suddenly, a light emanated from her lower abdomen, and then the image of Major General Patrick appeared between her legs. Dominique fell backward in fright, her hands supporting her behind her. Major General Patrick's expression was obviously more surprised than hers.
"Dominique, you turned on the stereoscopic projection communicator just to show me this?"

(3)

Within a minute, Dominique quickly dressed and turned on the stereoscopic projection communicator again.
The image of Major General Patrick appeared in the air again.
"Captain Dominique, the selection trials are tomorrow. Have you met with the Turkish guy yet?"
"Reporting, Major General, yes."
"Good. Once inside the stadium, this device won't be usable anymore. Be careful."
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, get some rest."
Dominique turned off the holographic communication device, thinking, "I need to figure out all the necessary equipment to avoid any mishaps."
She opened the silver suitcase, entered the password, and a list appeared in an inconspicuous spot inside: Item Name Quantity Usage Lipstick-shaped Plastic Bomb 12 Pulling out the bottom knob will cause it to explode in three minutes, with a power equivalent to 500 grams of black powder. Perfume-type Spray 6 Same as self-defense spray, can temporarily blind the enemy. Lighter-type Flamethrower 2 Press and hold the knob for 5 seconds; range up to 2 meters. Long Riding Boots 2 Kick forward forcefully against a hard object. The blade pops out from the back, the blade is 5 cm long, the belt has 2 belt loops with a thin steel wire 50 meters long, which can support 100 kg of weight. Be careful of its cutting effect. Clothes will burn completely. Clothes will produce thick smoke. Cigarette (555) 1 dozen small oxygen supply device. One cigarette can last for 30 minutes. Cigarette (mild7) 1 dozen small gas mask. Do not breathe through the nose when using. Item 2: Transmitter receiver. Pearl earring 6: Small transmitter and eavesdropping device. Twist the latch 90 degrees to open it. Silver suitcase 1: Can effectively block gunpowder and metal to prevent weapons from being detected by machines. Dominique looked at it and thought, "Wow, this big bag of things is really useful. I have to keep it safe." After packing her luggage, she went to bed to rest and prepare for tomorrow's selection competition.
"Attention all participants in the selection competition. Please enter according to race..."
Under the sunlight, the stadium looked even more magnificent. The walls alone were several kilometers long. Inside, there was a large plaza filled with all sorts of people, seemingly sharing a fondness for violence and gambling—a common trait among advanced beings from many different planets.
Dominique noticed that the Earthlings' entrance was the third one from the left. She picked up her luggage and headed for the door.
The gatekeeper, a man in his forties, asked expressionlessly, "Name?"
"Dominique."
"Age?"
"Twenty-five."
"Which cheerleading team do you want to join?"
"The Warriors."
"Don't go to the wrong team once you're inside. Here's your identification."
"Thank you."
Dominique went inside and saw that the offices for all six teams were already packed. She found a quiet corner and waited for the selections to begin. A sea of girls, all tall and fit, dressed in outlandish ways. Some had half-gold, half-silver hair; some wore almost transparent veils, revealing their beautiful figures; others wore bizarre eyeshadow or blush, and had tattooed nails… Dominique was dumbfounded; it was more interesting than seeing aliens.
"Those participating in the Warriors cheerleading auditions, please come in. Line up properly!"
The speaker was a young policewoman. While her oval face had the features of a beauty, her sullen expression made her seem more suited to being a police officer. She opened the door, and everyone rushed forward.
"I'm Captain Cinderella. One by one, put your belongings on the conveyor belt, and then come through this detector,"
the policewoman directed. Everyone filed their luggage onto the conveyor belt and walked through the detector.
Suddenly, the detector emitted a loud bang, startling the girl on it. Immediately, two policewomen standing nearby, armed with guns, came out and politely escorted her to a small room next door.
Just as everyone was wondering what to do, Captain Cindora said, "Don't panic, everyone. Please continue."
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl from before was escorted out dejectedly by two policewomen. One of them whispered something in Captain Cindora's ear.
Captain Cindora nodded, then looked up and said to everyone, "That young lady was carrying a switchblade, which is why the detector went off. If you're going to participate in the selection, please don't bring anything dangerous. Give everyone a chance; if you're carrying a weapon, hand it over now so you don't cause any trouble later."
"The security here is so tight, there's definitely something wrong,"
Dominique thought to herself as she walked past the detector. Suddenly, the detector blared, and two more armed policewomen approached. Suddenly, Captain Cindora waved her hand, and the two policewomen immediately raised their guns at Dominique. At this moment, Captain Cindora's face turned frosty as he stared at Dominique and said, "Miss, please put your hands behind your head and slowly follow me. Don't move around; our personnel are easily agitated, and if you move, a bullet might fly over."
After being led into a small room, Captain Cindora coldly said, "Now put your hands on the wall, lean forward, and spread your legs."
"Has the knife in my boot been discovered? Should I take this opportunity to escape?"
Just as Dominique was still hesitating, a pair of hands had already touched her breasts.
"Modern girls are really well-developed. Are you trying to use this body to seduce men?"
Captain Cindora's hands rubbed Dominique's breasts forcefully. Dominique got goosebumps.
"This guy is gay and wants to take advantage of me!"
Dominique knew in her heart. At this moment, Captain Cindora's hands had already moved down her waist, reaching her round buttocks. Her hand moved down from her buttocks, down her right thigh, then up her left leg, finally stopping at Dominique's crotch. Dominique was wearing a cheerleader uniform under her skirt—a thong with only a strap in the back.
Captain Cinderella stroked her buttocks and the thong that barely covered her vulva, saying, "Wearing clothes like that, you're already itching to be seen by men?"
"You pervert, don't touch me!"
Dominique couldn't take it anymore and turned to push Captain Cinderella away. Captain Cinderella clearly hadn't expected her to resist and was pushed to the ground. At that moment, two armed policewomen immediately rushed forward, pinned Dominique to the table, and pointed guns at her head.
"Very good. You've got guts. Not many people have that much guts; you're probably a spy. The detector went off just now. Although I didn't find anything, you definitely have contraband on you. Oh, right, probably hidden in your rectum.
5386, you watch her and handcuff her to the table leg. 5387, go get an enema; we need to thoroughly examine this young lady." "Wow, no!" Dominique
's hands were cuffed to the table legs, her body bent over the tabletop, her buttocks protruding from the edge. Her miniskirt was useless; her full, round buttocks swayed against the table, pushing the skirt even higher. Her annoying white thong was barely visible from behind, giving the impression it might snap at any moment.
"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson. Going against the police here is suicide. I won't charge you tuition; just enjoy the lesson."
Captain Cindora haphazardly smeared glycerin from the enema syringe on Cindora's anus, then roughly shoved it into Dominique's rectum.
"Ah…"
Dominique screamed, feeling as if the impact on her large intestine was tearing her in two. The cold glycerin made her tremble uncontrollably as it entered her intestines. 120cc of glycerin was pushed into Dominique's stomach all at once.
Captain Cindola bent down and gently blew into Dominique's ear, saying, "This is for a security check. Please cooperate with the police. I'm going to insert an anal plug now to mix the contraband in your stomach properly. We'll check it properly later."
A moment later, the anal plug was in place, and Captain Cindola even taped it to her buttocks.
Then, Captain Cindola reached under Dominique's crotch and began to gently stroke her.
At this moment, Dominique's intestines began to gurgle. The intestinal peristalsis caused by the glycerin felt as if someone had twisted and knotted her intestines together and then pulled them apart. The strong urge to defecate made Dominique involuntarily wiggle her hips. Worse still were Captain Cindola's fingers. Her fingers lightly roamed around Dominique's labia, occasionally approaching her most sensitive clitoris, but without touching it directly. They simply circled around the clitoris, sometimes pressing lightly, sometimes firmly, making her already tense lower abdomen even more tense due to the urge to defecate.
After being skillfully caressed by Captain Cinderella, a skilled homosexual, Dominique's labia gradually oozed nectar, and her clitoris slowly hardened. At this point, Dominique couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure in her lower abdomen; she only felt she needed to release it quickly. However, her anus was plugged with an anal plug, preventing the contents from escaping immediately. Captain Cinderella, clearly understanding how to make a woman anxious, used his fingers, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, but never touching her clitoris.
"Ah... um..."
Dominique couldn't help but groan. It truly felt like hell. Cold sweat covered her entire body, and the painful yet intensely pleasurable tension in her lower abdomen was a feeling she had never experienced before.
"Spare me... please let me go..."
Dominique finally pleaded through tears. Captain Cinderella suddenly held her fingers in front of Dominique. Dominique saw completely wet fingers. Captain Cinderella deliberately spread her two fingers apart, revealing a thin thread of fluid between them.
"I didn't realize you were so sanctimonious just now, but it turns out your lower hole is quite horny. Or do you only get excited when you're tied up and given an enema?"
Dominique didn't know how to answer. The humiliation, coupled with the tension in her lower abdomen, was pushing her to the brink of collapse.
"Say whatever you want... Help..."
"Fine, I'll send you to heaven!"
Captain Cindra's fingers reached into Dominique's genitals again. This time, she massaged Dominique's clitoris hard and urgently, occasionally inserting her fingers into her vagina. Dominique opened her mouth wide, unable to scream anymore, only heavy breathing could be heard.
"Ah... um... ooh..."
Finally, Dominique felt an electric current surge from deep within her uterus, causing her entire lower abdomen to spasm. With the sharp contraction of her lower abdomen, the anal plug and the contents of her stomach shot out, and Dominique let out a scream, then collapsed weakly onto the table.
Captain Cindola looked at Dominnie with a cold smile, then at the puddle on the ground, and said, "There's nothing hidden in your rectum. But your poop is thick and hard, so it might be useful as a weapon. But even so, I won't arrest you for that. Okay, now that it's proven you didn't smuggle any contraband, you can go. 5386, unlock her handcuffs."
A policewoman stepped forward and unlocked her handcuffs. Captain Cindola and two other policewomen left the small room without looking back, leaving Dominnie trembling on the table and a pile of excrement on the floor.

(4)

Dominnie passed the audition with weak hands and feet.
Fortunately, the competition didn't start immediately after she came out of the room, so she could rest for a while. But after resting, she looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly felt that she seemed to have become a little different. She couldn't say what the change was, but it seemed that she had become more sexy. It was probably caused by the orgasm she had just had, which was a completely new experience.
"That's impossible. How could I possibly become more beautiful after such torment?" Dominique shook her head, trying to erase the thought from her mind.
However, during the audition, Dominique's movements became smoother and more uninhibited, allowing her to beat many competitors and successfully join the Warriors' cheerleading squad.
While cheerleading appears glamorous, the training process is extremely arduous. Besides cheering on the players, another major part of the cheerleading team's job is performing a special dance in front of the fans during halftime. Undeniably, this is one of the game's selling points, so each team goes to great lengths, striving for excellence not only in team training but also in their cheerleading squads.
"Look, Joe's amazing! Not only is he great-looking, but he's also incredibly handsome. I heard he's one of the best players."
"Yeah, my Joe is the best! He's just a rookie, and the media is already calling him a rising star."
"Hey, shameless! Who's your Joe? That's my Joe!"
This is the cheerleaders' dressing room. After finishing today's practice, everyone is taking a shower here. The focus of everyone's discussion lately is this year's most promising rookie of the year: Joe Killian.
It's been a month since they arrived. They're busy with rehearsals every day, and after work, they're exhausted and can't do much else. Dominique used her charm to get a map from the manager and has been using it to familiarize herself with the environment. Now she has a general idea of the geography.
There are ten courts here, catering to eighteen different races. To ensure fairness, the courts are often changed.
The ten courts are arranged in a ring around the perimeter, with the city center in the middle, filled with various entertainment facilities, bars, casinos, department stores, golf courses, etc. The residential area is located in a separate area to the south. The Cobra Building is right in the center of the city; I heard the big boss lives there.
I wonder if there's any news from Joe. The cheerleaders and players don't really have many opportunities to interact here; I wonder when I'll be able to exchange information with him…
"Ah…"
Suddenly, a scream came from the bathroom, and then the cheerleaders were seen running around in towels. Dominique also wrapped herself in a towel and looked closely; a man had barged in. This man was very tall, about 200 centimeters, with a strong build, but unfortunately, he was quite ugly, with narrow eyes, a long face, and a hooked nose—he could be classified as an ugly man. His
name was Solov, the vice-captain of the Warriors. He was usually very arrogant, not only because he had made many contributions to the team, but also because he had reportedly cracked a spy case for the boss, catching a spy who was very important to the boss, so the boss had publicly praised him and called him a "good friend." From then on, he could practically walk around like a madman on Dick, and no matter what trouble he caused, the boss would forgive him.
Solov looked around and spotted his prey: Captain Vanessa. He leaped in front of her, displaying speed disproportionate to his massive frame; the vice-captain was indeed skilled.
Solov grabbed Vanessa, ignoring her struggles, and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Vanessa screamed and jumped on his shoulder, desperately punching him, but he felt nothing, carrying her towards the door.
At that moment, the manager and security personnel arrived. The manager, wiping sweat from his brow, said with a fawning smile, "Vice-Captain, could you please have mercy on Vanessa…?"
"Enough!"
Before the manager could finish speaking, a fist the size of a washbasin flew over, slamming him against the wall, rendering him speechless.
The security personnel, intimidated by his power and their relationship with the boss, hesitated, unsure whether to advance. Solov strode forward, reaching the door in just a few steps, about to step out…
when suddenly a figure stood in the doorway, blocking his path. Solov looked closely and saw a beautiful woman with a large, dark eye on an oval face, staring intently at him. She wore light sportswear, hands on her hips, coldly blocking his way.
"Get out of the way!"
Solov swung his large hand, and everyone worried that Dominique would be turned into a pulp. But in a flash, Dominique was behind Solov, hooking his leg as he leaned forward, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.
Enraged, Solov threw Vanessa aside and reached out to grab Dominique. Another gasp escaped everyone's lips. Dominique, unperturbed, took a step, darted to Solov's right side, elbowed him under the armpit, raised his right hand high, and with a swift, knife-like motion, slashed at Solov's ribs. Solov felt a sharp pain in his liver and bent over. Dominique took the opportunity to punch him in the temple. Solov felt dizzy and sat down on the ground. Dominique jumped back, got into a fighting stance, and stared intently at Solov's next move.
Solov stood up unsteadily. A sinister expression appeared on his face, but it didn't look like he was angry. Suddenly, he turned around and left without a word, disappearing from the bathroom in the blink of an eye.
Thunderous applause rang out in the bathroom. The manager, who had woken up at some point, came to Dominique with Vanessa and thanked her.
"Thank you for getting me out of that situation, but Solov is a scoundrel. He won't let this go after being wronged like this. I'm so sorry to have troubled you!"
Dominique smiled, waved, turned around, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

(5)

In a dark room, Solov stood respectfully in front of the table. Behind the table sat a person whose face was obscured by shadows. All that could be known was that he was tall and somewhat thin.
"Today I accidentally encountered a woman whose kung fu was exactly the same as that person's five years ago. Looking closely at her face, I could vaguely make out that person's appearance back then. I suspect she's connected to that person."
"Oh." "
What are your instructions, sir?"
"Hmm… wait a moment."
The seated man stood up. Although not particularly muscular, he exuded energy, like a leopard. He went into the inner room and returned a moment later with a letter.
"Take this letter to her. When you show it to her, casually ask if she wants to know about your brother. If this test proves she's that person's sister, don't kill her. Bring her here; I have questions for her." "
Yes!"
Solov took the letter with both hands, bowed, and backed out of the room.
The tall man sat down and lit a cigarette.
**********
...

Dominique tossed the lighter in her hand, slammed her shoe on the ground, and a thin blade popped out from her heel. She jumped over the sofa and delivered a spinning kick to Solov.
Solov braced his hands above his head, confident he could block the kick, but he miscalculated. As the blade pierced his hands, he couldn't help but roar in anger and leap backward. Dominique, seizing the initiative, pressed her advantage, attacking Solov with both fists and feet, determined to kill him as quickly as possible. Solov, unaware of the number of weapons she carried, could only dodge, inflicting several more wounds and his life hanging in the balance.
Suddenly, Solov shouted, flipping a sofa to block Dominique's path, and yelled, "Don't you want to know about your brother?"
Dominique, about to launch her attack, was startled by his words and froze in front of the sofa, utterly bewildered.
Solov pulled a letter from his pocket and tossed it to Dominique, saying, "Take a look."
Dominique picked up the letter with trembling hands, and seeing "To Minnie" on the cover, tears welled up in her eyes, almost dropping the letter. With great difficulty, she opened the letter, only to find: "My dearest Minnie: It's too dangerous here. Leave immediately and don't worry about me." Dominique nearly fainted. It was a letter written by her brother! Only her brother called her "Minnie"; it was their secret. Dominique looked up blankly at Solov, who had already bandaged his wound and was staring at her warily.
"Where...where did this letter come from?"
Solov was about to blurt out, "The boss gave it to me," but he immediately stopped himself. He said coldly, "This letter is real, isn't it?"
"Yes...please tell me where it came from, okay?"
A sinister smile appeared on Solov's face.
"Easier said than done. You did this to me, and you want me to tell you this?"
"I'm sorry... I sincerely apologize."
"Hmph! Such an apology is useless!"
"Please, tell me, is my brother still alive?"
"Have you seen your brother's body?"
Dominique thought carefully. It was indeed the military that relayed the news of her brother's death. The military said that because Dick was an extraterritorial state, they couldn't arrange a funeral...
"Please tell me quickly..."
"First, properly express your apology!"
Dominique walked up to Solov, gritted her teeth, and suddenly knelt before him.
"Please forgive my unintentional actions!"
Solov walked around behind her and said, "Are you truly sincere in your apology?"
"One hundred percent!"
"Good! Put your hands behind your back!"
Dominique didn't hesitate and put her hands behind her back.
With a click, Dominique's hands were handcuffed.
Solov sneered and walked around to face Dominique again. Dominique, kneeling, reached Soloff's waist.
Soloff unzipped his pants, revealing his penis, and slapped it against Dominique's cheek.
"If you want to apologize, make this thing feel good with your mouth first. If you do a good job, I'll accept your apology."
Dominique showed disgust; Soloff's penis was dark and thick, emitting a foul smell from its umbrella-shaped tip. Although drooping, it was still quite large. Dominique frowned, steeled herself, opened her cute little mouth, and took Soloff's penis into her mouth in one gulp.
"You have to do it well. If you hit my teeth, I won't forgive you. Of course, the same goes for your brother."
In Dominique's warm mouth, Soloff's penis quickly swelled. Soon it was erect and could no longer be fully contained in her mouth. Soloff suddenly thrust his hips forward, irritating Dominique's throat, causing her to cough involuntarily.
"Lick it properly with your tongue, and the testicles too!"
Dominique, tears welling in her eyes, used her small mouth to tease the testicles back and forth, then stuck out her tongue and licked them from front to back, like eating ice cream. She then lowered her head and took Solov's two testicles into her mouth.
"Captain of the Galactic Patrol, you're so skilled! I can hardly hold back anymore."
Solov chuckled coldly, slipping his foot under Dominique's skirt.
"Minnie, come here."
A handsome and tall man lay on the bed, beckoning to Dominique.
Dominique was wearing a completely transparent nightgown, with nothing underneath. Her face flushed, but she obediently came to the bedside.
"You naughty brother, buying me clothes like this!"
"You look great in it. My taste was right. A good choice!"
"Hmph!"
Dominique pouted, softly leaning into the man's arms. The man stroked her hair, gently moving his hand downwards.
"Don't you like this? Then take it off."
"No way, I like everything my brother gave me."
"Really? How are you going to thank me?"
Dominique looked at the man slyly, then suddenly shrank back and took his penis into her mouth.
"Oh..."
the man groaned contentedly. Dominique gently held his penis in her mouth, moving her head up and down, sucking and releasing. The already erect penis now looked even bigger and stood even higher, glistening with Dominique's saliva.
"Minnie, turn your body around."
Dominique obediently turned her buttocks towards the man. The man parted her white mounds, revealing her secret garden, and began to lick the groove between her mounds with his tongue.
"Ah..."
Dominique let out a low moan. Her brother's tongue, like a little snake with a soul, gently crawled from her labia to the tip, then playfully circled around her clitoris, then circled back to her labia, suddenly piercing the entrance, making Dominique scream involuntarily.
"Brother...brother...you're so naughty...harder...ah..."
she mumbled, her mouth still stuffed with his large penis. She licked his penis from bottom to top, stretching her tongue out to carefully lick the glans, then around to the urethra, where some sticky fluid oozed out, which she gently licked clean. Next, she lightly kissed the frenulum below the glans, then teased it with her tongue.
"Minnie, the gate to your garden is open! There's so much water inside! What a well-irrigated garden!
Come, let me help you cultivate it a bit more." "Ah, brother, no, I feel so bad..."
To suppress her excitement, Dominique began to suck hard on the man's glans. With each suck and release, the man's penis grew harder and harder, the glans gleaming with a purplish-red sheen...
Suddenly, Dominique's head was gripped tightly, the enormous penis pounding mercilessly into her mouth, then spurting a strong-smelling liquid from the throbbing tip, filling Dominique's mouth. Dominique couldn't help but feel nauseous, wanting to vomit, but her head was held tightly, preventing her from vomiting, and her hands were cuffed behind her back, preventing her from pushing the man away.
Just when Dominique thought she was going to choke to death, Solov finally pulled out his limp member. Dominique coughed and vomited violently, wishing she could turn her stomach inside out.
"Captain of the Galactic Patrol, how does it feel? Not bad, huh? Okay, I accept your apology."
Solov said, lifting Dominique to the bed, but still not removing her handcuffs. Poor Dominique, her entire weight pressing down on her handcuffed hands, lay helplessly on the bed.
Solov pulled a red miniskirt from the closet, took a knife, and cut off ten centimeters from the hem. He then tossed it onto the bed. Sitting next to Dominique, Solov unlocked her handcuffs, saying, "If you want to know about your brother, wear this tomorrow. No underwear underneath, only garter belts. I'll pick you up at the cheerleading practice area. Wait for me. Ha, ha, ha..."
With that, he strode away, leaving Dominique, her heart pounding, silently rubbing her numb hands.

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