Nightstrike crucified

"Mmmm Nightstrike, I can't tell you how much you're turning me on right now."

"Peaches, you are a sadistic minx."

"And you love that about me."

"You know I do."

"Look at her, strung up, dripping with sweat, her chest rising and falling slowly. I bet she never thought she would regret wearing this full bodied jumpsuit."

"Oh yeah, she looks like she melting in it."

"I wonder if her shoulders are about to dislocate?"

"Probably. She's not supported by anything else, just hanging there."

"Look, Babe, She doesn't even pull away now when I grope her breasts."

"Come on, I'm fried, Let's go back to the van."

"Okay Babe, I'm coming. See that van we brought you in, Nightstrike? It's all nice and air conditioned, with plenty of water. See, we're not going to leave you alone where by some miracle you escape or get rescued. No, we are going to stay and watch you from the comfort of our van. But don't worry, You won't be bored, You can watch Bryce fuck me while you slowly die."

"You're..........sick."

"What can I say? I like watching beautiful women suffer."

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WOW, even I think this Peaches is fucked up, and I wrote her!

Nightstrike is proptery of me

Update: I actually wrote this as a way to kill of Nightstrike. I liked her design but didn't care for the character. So this marked her final appearance