What Could Have Been

Desert Punk: What Could Have Happened

Summary: An alternate version of the episode where Desert Punk has captured Junko, only with things going more Desert Punk's way... for a bit. M/F, fisting.

Disclaimer: I did not create Desert Punk, I am doing this solely for fun.

Junko woke up in the prison of Desert Punk. Her head was pounding like a jackhammer and she felt awful all over.
"Uhn... what happened to me?" She said aloud. Silence answered her. She then looked around and saw a jug of water and some food. Being hungry and thirsty, she drank the water and downed the food, not noticing the faint smell from it. This made her feel a lot better; one of the food items was a chocolate bar, and she always loved chocolate.
Desert Punk pushed a button and a door opened. Junko then saw a bath with towels waiting for her. Without thinking again, Junko stripped and entered the water. She didn't notice the hole in the wall. Desert Punk had set up a camera there and filmed every moment of her bath. The camera captured every minute of Junko caressing her copious mountains with the soap. She also revealed she had a plus-shaped birthmark on her left breast.
"Oh man... this is great!" Desert Punk said quietly. When she had finished, Junko found a set of lacy underwear her size and a kimono. She put them on and saw herself in a mirror. The underwear flattered her athletic frame and the kimono complimented her looks.
"I do have to wonder why he's being so nice to me." Junko thought. She went into another room where there was a makeup kit and a vanity. Junko sat down and did her makeup.
"Is he killing me with kindness or is there something deeper here?" She wondered. She smelled the cosmetics; there seemed to be nothing wrong with them. Then she found a clean bed with flaxen sheets.
It felt soft to her touch.
Desert Punk was siting next to Kosuna.
"Why do we have to spend so much money on her?" Kosuna asked.
"Patience, Kosuna-chan. Great plots should never be spoiled." Desert Punk replied.
"She's living like a queen while I'm out here doing chores." Kosuna said.
"True, but this queen is gonna get us a lot of yen." Desert Punk replied. "I need you to make copies of the video in the Mpeg player."
"What's the video of?" Kosuna asked.
"Just copy it." Desert Punk replied.
"Fine." Kosuna replied. She then proceeded to make copies of this video on Mpeg sticks. Desert Punk went back to see how Junko was doing.
He found her lying on the bed, relaxing. She sat up and looked at him.
"Well, are you comfortable, Junko?" Desert Punk asked.
"Out with it. Why are you being so nice to me here?" Junko said.
"Oh, you'll see soon enough..." Desert Punk replied.
"You're up to something, Punk. I know you too well. What are you planning?" Junko asked sternly.
"I think you can already guess what I want." Desert Punk said.
"You want me to fuck your brains out. Well, it's too late for that." Junko sneered. "I'd rather fuck a dead dog than you."
"Oh, I think you will. You see, I took a few extra precautions that should be hitting you at any moment now." Desert Punk said. He then took a hose and squirted her with some water.
"I found me an underground well here. There's more water than we know what to do with." Desert Punk said.
What she didn't know, however, was that the kimono and underwear she wore was water soluble. When Desert Punk squirted the water all over her, it dissolved and she was left completely naked in front of him.
"Well, looks like you're naked now, so your ass is mine!" That's also when the drugs hit. Desert Punk had laced Junko's food and water with a chemical that turned her very horny. Junko held her waist and grimaced in pain.
"Agh! No! I don't want to fuck Desert Punk!" She said.
"Ah, it's working now, hmm?" Desert punk asked.
"What the hell is happening to me?" Junko asked.
"I laced your food and water with a chemical known as 3-tungsten galodimaphosphate. It stimulates the brain in such a way as to make a woman very horny." Desert punk said. "You should be unable to control yourself any minute now..." Junko then doubled over.
"AH! OH GOD NO!" Junko screamed.
"What's the matter there?" Desert Punk said with a horny smile. "Getting the urge to merge yet?"
"God I want sex now!" Junko said in a combination of fear, panic, and anticipation. "But not with you!"
"Well, there's nobody else here, and no way out..." Desert Punk said. Junko, realizing she had no alternative, gave in. She took Desert Punk's face and shoved it into her gash.
"Fine. Eat my pussy good, you motherfucker." Junko said. Desert Punk held up a sheet of paper.
"Sign this." He said. Junko was so consumed with being laid that she signed it without reading it. He removed his clothes while she signed it. When she was done, Desert Punk placed his tongue on her snatch and tasted paradise. Junko moaned softly as he licked her snatch.
"Mmm... faster... deeper!" Junko demanded. Desert Punk obeyed for a while, at least.
"God, you're doing it all wrong! You don't have a clue about pleasing a girl, do you?" Junko nagged. She tried to show him how to be better, but he was still very inept at it. She was only aroused by the drugs he had her take. Eventually, Junko gave up on his oral skills.
"God you suck at head. Just shove your cock into me and get it over with." Junko said. Desert Punk did so, and nothing happened.
"I'm waiting." Junko said with great annoyance.
"I've already got it in! Why aren't you clamping down on me?" Desert Punk asked in dismay.
"That's probably because your cock is so small. I knew you couldn't handle a girl like me." Junko replied. Desert Punk was angered by this conclusion.
"Not big enough!? Your pussy is so loose you could store a fucking arsenal in it!" Desert Punk snapped back.
"My pussy is not loose!" Junko retorted. Desert Punk made a fist and shoved it into Junko's snatch.
"Just look at this! I can shove my whole fist in there!" Desert Punk replied. Junko's snatch started clamping down on him.
"Finally, something I can feel!" Junko said. She started moving back and forth on Desert Punk's fist.
"What the hell!? Hey, you're having all the fun!" Desert Punk said.
"It's about damn time too!" Junko replied, as she got wet. Junko started moaning softly as she went back and forth on Desert Punk's fist.
"Hey! Stop that!" Desert Punk said. He tried to remove his fist from her pussy, but found it was solidly locked there. He couldn't get his fist out of her. Junko's moaning became much louder as she worked her snatch on his fist.
"Damnit! I can't pull out! Why is this always happening to me?" Desert Punk asked.
"Maybe if you respected women more, we'd respect you back." Junko said between moans. After a while of going back and forth on his fist, Junko achieved a climax, crashing into orgasmic delights.
Junko collapsed and Desert Punk removed his hand from her cunt.
"Fucking shit. I didn't get to come at all." Desert Punk said in disgust.
"Well, you should have sent a man and not a boy." Junko replied. He sneered as he walked out.
It was about two days later that Kosuna had finished making copies of Junko's bathing video.
"Why did I have to make a bunch of copies of this shit?" Kosuna asked.
"Because there are horny guys out there who will cough up 6000 yen for it." Desert Punk said. "That's why I wanted 200 of them."
"6000 yen times 200 is ... ¥1,200,000." Kosuna said. "But this seems really sleazy."
"Yea, well, the bitch should have thought about that when she double-crossed me." Desert Punk said.
"Aren't you worried that she'll be pissed when she finds out?" Kosuna asked.
"Sure she'll be pissed. But I've made sure there was nothing she can do about it." Desert Punk replied.
The next evening, he gave Junko her desert gear back, and opened the door. He had also filmed her naked some more.
"Get out of here, bitch. I've got no use for you anymore." Desert Punk said.
"Use 'em and then throw 'em away. Typical male pig." Junko said as she put her bra on.
"Just leave." Desert Punk replied.
"Thanks for nothing, punk. About the only good thing was that I got to take a real bath for once." Junko said. She fully dressed and left the place.
What she didn't know was earlier that day he was in town hawking the video of her bathing.
"I got something you guys might want to see." Desert Punk said with a smile. He then showed the machine gun brothers a picture of Junko entering the bath from the film he made.
"Holy shit! That's Junko naked!" One brother said.
"How the hell did you get this!?" Another asked.
"Trade secret, boys. Now, how would you like to see a video of her bathing? It's an hour long, and it's only 6000 yen." Desert Punk said, holding up an Mpeg stick.
"She's gonna be very pissed off about this." One of the machine gun brothers said.
Desert Punk quickly made about 200 sales, which was the same as the number of men in the place. He then walked away with ¥1,200,000. He returned to the wagon where Kosuna was waiting.
"How did it go?" She asked.
"I sold every copy I had! Girl, you are getting pampered tonight!" Desert Punk said.
A week later, Junko was in town looking for an assignment.
"Man, I never would have guessed she had a plus-shaped birthmark there. Still, she is really hot naked." She heard a guy say. Initially she thought Desert Punk had told those guys about her birthmark; however, the next words she heard made her eyes go wide.
"Desert Punk is making a ton of yen off that video." She heard.
"Video? You mean that asswipe filmed me and him...?" she thought. Her anger here knew no bounds.
"GODDAMN THAT COCKSUCKING ASSHOLE!!" Junko shouted. She then slammed one of the guys there against a wall.
"WHERE IS THAT MOTHERFUCKER PUNK NOW!?" She demanded.
"Nobody's seen him or that girl with him for the last 4 days or so. He did say something about going on a trip to the oasis." He said. She let go of the guy.
"I'M GONNA FIND THAT BASTARD AND TEAR HIS GODDAMN HEAD OFF THEN SHOVE IT UP HIS SHIT-FILLED ASS!" Junko shouted. "Nobody makes money shamelessly exploiting me!"
"He can. He showed us a letter of consent that you signed." One of the machine gun brothers said.
Meanwhile, on the coast, Desert Punk was lounging around with Kosuna. They were attired in swimwear and in chaise lounges that were next to each other, resting under an umbrella.
"In all honesty, I was playing that bitch. She needed to learn that you don't always get away with double-crossing someone." Desert Punk said. "You're the only one who's special to me."
"Of course." Kosuna said.
Back in town, Junko found out that Desert Punk had deposited some of the money in the bank. She went there attired in a low-cut blouse and a microskirt. Pulling a bunch of tricks such as bending over so the banker could peek down her dress, Junko got the money in Desert Punk's account, as the banker was lost in raging hormones.
"Now I just need to find that bastard." Junko said.
Desert Punk returned after a week at the oasis. He was in the desert with Kosuna when they were ambushed. Kosuna was hit first and went down immediately.
"Aw, shit!" Desert Punk said as he rushed over to Kosuna. Next thing he knew, a tranquilizer dart was in his shoulder. Kosuna was left there and Desert Punk was taken away.
Desert Punk woke up dazed. He first saw fuzzy, out of focus shapes. Then he saw that Junko was standing over him.
"Uh... what happened to me?" Desert Punk said.
"Well, nice to see you're awake." Junko replied. "Since you have an unhealthy fixation with women's boobs, I took those profits you made selling that video of me bathing and had a doctor give you a set of your own."
Desert Punk then realized he was sporting a pair of E cup breasts.
"What the fuck!? I like touching them, not having them!" He replied. Junko then seized Desert Punk's tits and began manhandling them.
"Let's see how you like having your tits groped!" Junko said.
"Ow! Damn, that hurts! Stop that!" Desert Punk replied.
"You groped me a lot, Desert Punk. I'm not about to stop." Junko replied. Desert Punk flailed his arms and legs, trying in vain to get away from Junko's iron grasp. He didn't succeed. Junko smacked Desert Punk's tits together.
"Now you know how I felt every time you grabbed my boobs. By the way, everyone in town knows about this." Junko said as she tightened her grip on Desert Punk's mounds.
"You Goddamn bitch!!" Desert punk shouted.
"You should have thought about that before you filmed me naked." Junko said as she groped Desert Punk's tits.
"Women were not put here to be your playthings! We are not toys! We are people too!"
She did this for more than an hour, causing several bruises on Desert Punk. When he was thoroughly beaten, Junko stopped.
"Well, I think you've had enough for now. If you'll excuse me, I have a video to halt distribution of." Junko said. She left him with his chest hurting quite a bit.
"That bitch. She couldn't have done this alone - someone had to have helped her." Desert Punk said. It was at that point Kosuna entered with her gun drawn.
"All right, I'm here to rescue him so don't stop me!" Kosuna said.
"Hey genius, you're too late. She already left." Desert Punk said. "Now how about untying me?"
"They were right... you did get a set of tits. That's really perverted." Kosuna said. She then seemed sad.
"Man, everyone's got a great rack except me! I can't wait to grow up and get some tits!" Kosuna started crying.
"Well, you're more than welcome to have mine." Desert Punk said.
Later he got a doctor to remove the breast implants, using up the remaining amount of money from the sale of Junko's video. He was no better off than before, and nobody really learned their lesson. Junko still was a bitch, Kosuna was still clueless, and Desert Punk was still a pervert.

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