Limbs lopped lovingly, lass left latexier.

[18:47] Aislinne approached. Still in the distance, unseen, coming from somewhere behind the angel. Her heels clicked and clacked loudly across the hard ground, but before too long they began to grow strangely muted. The corruption she was made of began to grow from her steps, spreading out in every direction while she herself followed just behind. Suddenly, her voice rang out. Loud, clear, it was her first few orders of the night, with the soft background noise of her glossy dominion spreading closer and closer to her prize.

"Strip. Stand. Wait."


[18:55] Elyn Aroma found herself so very..startled- breathless even. There was something in the air, darker, and more alarming than usual. Soon? She heard those clicks, those heels bouncing against the ground as the sound faded away. It was enough to usher her heart into a few beats that were even abnormal for her. Who..- That question was answerby the only person who had such unbearable lust, such insatiable desires. One loud voice, so strong, so domineering that even Elyn sought not to disobey it. Her lips quivered, they opened, but the only thing that came out was a faint, pathetic noise as her hands began working, without her permission they danced, slowly and quite carefully pulling the dress from her body. Elegantly she stripped, as if she was a proper Lady, though they both knew otherwise. Until her curvy, fleshy, pale canvas was on display. Shaking, goosebumps rattling her form as she slowly wrapped her hands around her stomach. There were no uncanny whispers, no silly remarks. She merely, obeyed. In a way that could only convey the passion she felt for the individual behind her. Every breath? Labored, filled with excitement and a slight anxiety- Though she did nothing to face the obsidian lover who she had learned to adore so dearly.


[19:13] Aislinne grew closer. Despite their slightly muffled sound, her steps began to slowly return to their proper volume. The now rubberized floor beneath her began to settle and smooth out, a perfect layer of solid, glossy perfection allowing her heels to gain their proper, harsh clack once more. She was nearly upon the fallen ethereal now, her arrival presaged by the rush of her essence across the other woman's bare feet. Oddly enough, though, it didn't slide upward to start to encompass the angel's bare form. It just kept going instead, forming and sliding itself beneath to lift Elyn up barely an inch. Then, just as it had been, it solidified, marking the spot as the glossy matriarch's territory. Her heels spoke. She was only a few feet away, but utterly silent save for her whorishly sashaying walk. Her presence loomed tall over her target, growing closer and closer...

And then, finally, she was there. Softly, almost gently, she pressed herself forward, her massive bust conforming to the angel's back. The monster moved in as close as she could, her body all but melting into Elyn's back. Her arms weren't the first thing to move to embrace, though. Her tentacles came first, and they seemed all too eager. Four in total slid close like a quartet of snakes, curling themselves around the ethereal's body. Each one found a wrist, an ankle, and constricted tightly, then tugged hard with unnatural strength. Her prize was roughly repositioned for her plan, legs apart in a tight V, and arms straight out to either side. Finally, though, Aislinne's arms slid around. They made themselves at home where Elyn's once were, wrapping across her stomach to hold tight while she angled her head in for the first taste of a little love. She started at the base of the angel's neck, her tongue flitting out to trail a line upward. She kept going past the neck, following the other woman's jawline, cheek, then slid back to trap an earlobe between her teeth. A little nibble followed, then a slow, steady exhalation had the lobe freed once more. Her lips stayed hovering close to Elyn's ear, though, and the ebony goddess spoke once more.

"I want to give you something. Something special. It'll hurt, though. You'll be losing...a part of yourself. But you'll gain so much more."


[19:31] Elyn Aroma could feel the woman truly nearing her, with every muffled step, she soon found those steps growing heavier. Closer, as if she was encircled- for she was. Elyn was the prey, she was always the prey, but when it came to Aislinne? Being her prey, her willing deviant? It was an adrenaline rush unlike any other- And for her? All her Amber eyes could do was dance along the floor and walls, as everything was slowly taken away, as beneath her very feet a wall of shiny, cool latex slowly began to spread, though? She was not encased, her feet were not taken, there..was a point to this, feeling that inch take hold before she could only dream of why the corruption of her darling Goddess was so very powerful today. The heels returned again, louder, with enough of a harsh clack to make Elyn aware of everything. She took slow breaths, she tried to calm herself, and a peek? Even Aislinne knew Elyn couldn't deny herself a sight of that lovely, seductive body as it's hips gyrated so very enticingly.

She tensed up, immediately, back arching and a moan escaping her as she felt those lovely, rubbery breasts sinking into her delicate back, Squeezing up against her flesh in a way that only aroused pleasure from her. As soon as the arch came, it left, with her leaning backwards as she felt that delicious goop melting against her in a way that was almost true to her thoughts. She wasn't to be assimilated though, staring back at her Goddess ever so curiously as a purr pushed from her lips, only for something else to follow. A squeal, something that startled her as she felt those rubbery tentacles squeeze and take their hold, showing her in but a second just how powerless she was. For her legs were soon parted and her delicate little cunt was put on display, and her arms? To the side, allowing anyone to see her lovely breasts and the thick nipples they housed. "A..Aislinne.." She had to whisper, almost nervously. Ais knew she'd flirt, that she'd obey, but this? This was..arousing, to be shown that she had little choice- Soon enough those rubbery tentacles weren't all that she felt though, for those delicious arms slid around her stomach and soon held her tight. Gasps followed, delicious quivers pushing through her body as she became so very weak at the simply tease of that tongue as it teased along her shaking flesh. She leaned into it, with a delicious reluctance that was only accentuated by each wiggle of her lovely hips. Her squirms and movements came to a sudden end though, just as those teeth sank into her earlobe. Crying out softly and further surrendering herself into those arms every hot breath, every flow of air over her ear left her heated, aroused. Panting and struggling to think as the very breaths from the woman against her ear were mind-numbing.

What came next? Those lovely words? Those..threatening words? It made her heart suddenly shutter and her eyes widen. Though despite the fear, the terror of what she might be receiving, she whispered coolly, as if she had a chance to reject the gift. "My..love, my darling..My truest..obsession..." Oh how heavy her words were, how she could already be seen struggling with her composure.."..I could never refuse your gifts, I could..never deny you."


[19:48] Aislinne kept herself close still, though the pure size of her own breasts made it a little tough. With Elyn leaning back, though, she was able to grind herself properly forward, her smooth, flat stomach finding the angel's lower back while her crotch began to bump into the other woman's ass. Their legs met, perfectly close, and the two were as tightly held together as possible outside of the eldritch thing simply engulfing her precious toy. She didn't, though. She had other plans. Instead, her familiar, rubbery touch began to flow once more. It came from her tentacles, the four wrapped around ankles and wrists twitching softly while they spread more of themselves around. For once, it was rather quick, the stuff sliding up to her hands and down her arms all at once. Palms encased, each digit wrapped perfectly, and in barely a few moments the angel was given her own pair of lovely, elbow length gloves. Her legs suffered the same fate in the meantime, every toe lovingly engulfed as the glossy essence reached her knees. All four kept going, though, sliding up forearms, over thighs, eventually stopping just past her armpits and the very tops of her thighs.

Her work finished for now, Aislinne fluttered her eyelids and her work began to squeeeze. A firm massage all up and down each limb, a little army of hands working and worshipping such soft, ample flesh. The color was a perfect mirror of the artist herself, Elyn's torso and head the only things left unencased for now. But they were surely not neglected. The rubbery woman's hands began to roam, one going lower, one sliding higher. They tickled their fingers across her stomach, growing closer to her breasts and crotch. She started slow, though, one hand gently sinking its fingers into a bountiful breast while the other simply cupped the angel's crotch for now. The same ear was given a gentle flick of a tongue, and then the monster spoke once more. "I could make it not hurt it all. I could even make it feel good. But no. You have to feel it. You have to understand. But I promise. I promise I'll be with you every step of the way."

The seriousness of the situation then made itself known. Another tentacle slid itself forward, moving to hover about a foot above Elyn's left arm still held perfectly straight while it was massaged. The thing twitched, and about a foot from the tip began to change. It grew thinner, sharper. A few moments was all it took for a once 'harmless' tentacle to transform into what looked to be a deadly blade, its edge practically singing with how powerful it was.


[20:07] Elyn Aroma felt every inch of her body merely teased by the presence behind her, by the large breasts that were pushing into her back so very thickly until that warm, rubbery body ground itself against her. Smooth skin tickling her into soft cries as that stomach pushed to her back and that crotch fully pushed to her ass. She was trembling, whimpering, struggling to shake passionate heat that she was drowning in. The simple tightness of their bodies was so..abnormal, so alluring, tickling her very flesh as if for the very moment that they were one, that they belonged together. In her eyes, in those distant, shaking ambers, it was apparent that she loved Aislinne, that even though she as obsessed and craved over her, this very moment was what she had been waiting for, feeling that rubber slowly taking her, tickling along her arms and legs as she was left to merely watch as the devious woman got to work on her. Her digits, her toes, cute little nubs that could wiggle and her very hands and feet accentuated in a glossy darkness that was so very inhuman. She took slow breaths, merely riding out the forceful pleasure that came with the material slowly pushing along her limbs, until soon enough, it stopped, leaving her head and torso free.

Her eyes watered, they almost begged for more, pleading for it as they flickered over her shoulder- She wanted to smell it, to be submerged in Aislinne again. She was rewarded with something else, though. Squeezes, massages as thousands of hands seemed to work at her lips, kissing and groping at her flesh in a series of cry inducing strokes. The beauty of the material astounding, as it seemed to relax and eased her arms and legs into a state of acceptance, within the hold of those tentacles, they were lip, yet somehow? She was standing, lingering on the edge of her fruitful pleasure as more came. Hands gently roaming, admiring her, as if her very body was something unique to Aislinne. Slow little strokes as those fingers teased her skin and excited her into soft mewls. Her breast soon stolen, as was her breath with a gasp the moment it was squeezed, knees shaking, trembling as she felt but the warmth of the other glossy hand upon her lovely crotch. Elyn's head rolled to the side slightly at the flick, whimpers and pants escaping her as she was reminded so quickly of one thing that would never change. She was in love with a monster. Her eyes widened for a moment, shaking, panting, her lovely pale flesh sweated where it could, her rubbery arms and legs too relaxed to escape, and too restricted to struggle even if they could. Her lovely pink lips pursing as she desperately whispered.."P..Please...h..hold me tight..don't let go. I love you..Aislinne, I do."

Her words were panicked, as if she realized something a bit too soon, and she did, eyes only left to tilt, to meet but that tentacle as it pushed itself over her left arm. It was beautiful, for her torso would squirm, but her arms and legs wouldn't even move and inch. Tears welling up slightly as she saw the thick, vicious edge slowly taking shape, as in time, the rubbery appendage became something so much more threatening. A blade. Each hum of that sing-song utensil only startling her with the true romance of such a horrific tool. Her noises, nonstop as she tried to focus on breathing, as she tried to prepare for the intimacy of the knife.


[20:23] Aislinne stepped up her own game to try and match the encased limbs' intense sensation. Her hands grew more eager, the one busy with a breast starting to properly sink its fingers in. It claimed the soft mound as its own, the fat, tan nipple topping it trapped between the monster's middle and ring finger. She gave the nub no mercy, pinching it between its prison while the hand at large began to hungrily knead. Slow, rhythmic, but always firm, always hovering just below painful. Her hand below was no less ready to show its love, its own middle and ring fingers coming together, lifting high, then parting in a gentle 'V'. Firm and steady, it rubbed friction up and down the angel's outer lips, Aislinne's palm occasionally pressing down hard enough to rub against her prize's clit. She never sped up, never gave into anything animalistic. The monster exercised every bit of control she could muster, though it was only to keep her own self in check for the time being.

It was still likely a poor preparation for what came next. She angled her head downward once more, her lips now hovering a scant inch from the side of the angel's vulnerable neck. "I'll hold you tight. And make you mine. ...In the most intimate of ways." With that, she struck all at once. Her lips parted, teeth bared, and she sunk them in deep, biting down hard upon Elyn's neck. Right as she did, the bladed tentacle came down, cleanly and suddenly severing the other woman's left arm. It flopped to the ground heavily, gone, useless, but not a spurt of blood came forth. The rubber was already there, sealing over the wound, keeping it tight and leaving a smooth nothing where an arm once was. The sensations over Elyn's remaining limbs grew a bit more intense, as if to balance out such a sudden and terrible loss. Her luscious thighs were groped harder, squeezed, though at this point it was more like prepping meat for the slaughter. The first limb seemed to simply dissolve away, though, the rubber eating at it and breaking it down into nothing as it seemingly melted into the floor, quickly gone and forgotten.

Aislinne herself ground into her angel with redoubled gusto. Undulating up and down, over and over, perfectly conforming her body to the one in front of her, now half rubberized and missing its first limb. One down...


[20:40] Elyn Aroma was startled at the Concubine's sudden push, for soon enough those hands showed and eagerness that was only meant to distract her. It worked, for how long? One couldn't guess, but she began to shiver, her body aching as those fingers thickly sank into her plump breasts as those beautiful fingers squeezed at her thick nipple and began to tease it, every pinch making her cry and shake in delight. Breaths only growing deeper, as focus became a big issue. Every rhythmic rub, every slow movement so firmly claiming how owned she was as those magical hands insured that she never felt an ounce of pain. Love reemerged as well, for her lips were assaulted in a way, her feet forced upwards as she felt those fingers pushed up into that shape. Oh her pussy was a mess, thickly soaked with her aroused, and the moment the hand moved away? It could be smelled. Elyn didn't have to think though, she just had to give in, and so she did, hips rotating ever so deliciously. Every rub, every slight twitch, evry feeling of that palm pushing to her lovely, engorged clit only made her cry out. She found a happy place between arousal and sheer euphoria that helped her forget her worries. She sank into it, purring, moaning and groaning...

...Though it did little to save her from the reality of what Aislinne was planning to do to her. For next, she felt that head pushing against her neck, threatening to claim it with warm breaths. So quickly it came, she didn't even have time to think upon Aislinne's words. Those teeth sank into her flesh, biting against them so very viciously and making her shriek so very loudly. She sank, grew smaller within those arms, eyes widening as that loud hissing blade suddenly shot down and immediately she felt a sudden overwhelming pain, her screaming at the top of her lungs as her arm was so quickly severed. As her eyes shook and she found tears returning, she was gasping, crying rather weakly as she found her very arm before her. Her mind trying to understand it, never had she been..dismembered. The rubbery arm before her didn't move, it didn't even fidget. Through blurry eyes and with loud gasps she could only spittle and drool on herself as she tried to collect herself. She couldn't though, losing a limb was foreign territory. Fear struck, terror set in, soft wails escaping her as she tried to move something that was no longer there. "A..Aislinne.. Wh..where is my arm?" She only asked, because it was hard for her to comprehend, for she needed some reassurance through the pain and startling panic that made it impossible to stay standing. Though, she was forced to, those massaged limbs only grew weaker- A sudden squeeze put around them, locking them in that rubber as if they were being prepared for the same thing. Even within the loving embrace, it was alot for her to take in. So far as Elyn knew, her arm was gone, and it was never coming back. She could feel a certain numbness, and overwhelming feeling as her thighs and legs, and even her other arm were further constricted. The blood flow was slowing, and her heart, throbbing faster, faster, as if she could be saved. All the while? The very gloves and thigh high latex did wonders of accentuating her beauty to an extreme that left them a glossy curvaceousness that was nearly irresistible.


[21:00] Aislinne relished in such a strong reaction, even if she'd expected it. Fleshy things were so attached to their parts. To her credit, though, she never let up while the angel screamed, her bite holding steady and her hands, invisible or otherwise, massaging hard or pumping slow. She picked up her pace just a little with her visible attentions, occasionally switching to the other previously unmolested, bare breast while starting to curl her fingers upward below at the apex of every thrust. Her precious Elyn seemed to need more, though. This was only the beginning, and she was already a mess. So, she continued. The rubbery sheen encompassing the other woman's remaining limbs began to move again, the gloss sliding toward Elyn's chest above and ass and crotch below. It lovingly took her body as always, its gentle work at odds with just how tight it was. The monster's pumping fingers never missed a beat while the essence slid right into her sopping cunt, its strange properties ensuring she could continue to gush freely as much as she wanted. Behind, and both perfect globes of pale ass were encompassed, wrapped tight, and still ground into from behind. Before too long, their color and shine was a mirror of the crotch that pressed into them, asscheeks rendered perfect while the hole set between them was lined and prepared for whatever the new owner wished. It hungrily began its work on her hips while, above, the coatings met at the middle of Elyn's collarbone. Then they slid up, down, toward her neck, almost upon her breasts, but not quite...

The obsidian matriarch finally released her bite, pulling away to reveal a harsh, ugly bruise. It wouldn't stay visible for long, but for now it sat, a reminder. Aislinne angled her head elsewhere now, leaning in as close as she could to bump cheek to cheek with her tearful, terrified ethereal. Her gaze turned to the side, a twitching little grin starting to pull across her full, plump lips. "It's gone. We're going to take them all. And you'll feel every second of it. But the reward after...you'll just have to hold on~." Her tone was painfully unfitting, playful and almost cheeky while the still perfectly clean blade slide itself over to a leg this time. It hovered just beside Elyn's left leg, perfectly still and waiting. A few moments hung, and then she struck. Mercy just didn't seem to be in her vocabulary, since she went even farther this time. In one perfect, mechanically precise cut, both of the angel's legs were severed from the top of her thighs, her encasement once more ensuring the wounds were perfectly clean and sealed. It was as swift as the last time, slicing through angelic flesh like butter, and the two limbs flopped heavily forward. They stayed there this time, though, held right in front of Elyn like a sick reminder of what had just happened, provided the pain and shock didn't render her entirely insensate. The monster's hands held tight while a tentacle previously holding the angel's long gone first arm curled around her stomach, holding tight while the glossy encasement continued to spread over the rapidly growing limbless doll.


[21:20] Elyn Aroma couldn't control herself at this point, everything was merely a natural reaction to the sudden overwhelming shock of pain and pleasure that she was enduring. The only comfort she had was knowing Aislinne was close, that the darling woman was never going to let her go, that she was going to walk her through this. Her breaths were heavy, unfocused, eyes trembling as she tried her best to relax. That wasn't a choice though, Attached to her limbs and desperate, the only relief she had were those hands, the very hands that consoled her body while the tentacle was at work. She didn't ask- but she knew, Aislinne was going to take all four of them from her. There was nothing she could do to stop her, either. Though she could indulge in what she was being offered.- Pleasure, teasing squeezes and lovely pushes of Aislinne's perfect body against her own. Her lips pursed, and any semblance of elegance and beauty was contrasted by the vicious wickedness underlying the entire scene. Her body only twitching and shivering as she felt that rubber pleasuring her and slowly drawing across her skin, hoping to steal her away. To further convert her into her Goddess property. The tightness? Unbearable, gentle, yet at the same time? So viciously squeezed that there was no hiding just how much of a bust vixen was hidden beneath it. Every pump, every thrust making her moan and pant as that rubber slammed inside of her and slowly began to coat and claim her contracting walls. Fingers met by nothing but force as they were nearly sucked inside the steamy, rubbery hole. She could feel it all, drowning ion the pleasure and fighting against it due to the pain, she was soon to be powerless, the very rubber squeezing around her upper body, leaving her breasts free but cascading along her ass and stomach, threatening to further her enslavement the moment she was free of her mortal limbs.

And then, those teeth released, letting her gasp. Her head falling to the side almost senselessly as the overwhelming, ugly bruise was revealed. She found herself without breath, one cheek softly bumping against her own. Through hazy eyes she stared outwards, meeting the sadistic eyes of her playful lover. She couldn't look away from that grin, from the devilish sight of those lips as they spoke words that shocked her, as they told her what she already knew, but confirmed it. "P..Please...Don't, Th..this might be too much.." Oh she pleaded, but the playfulness of that tone, the sheer cheeky performance of her darling was startling, and without warning, that blade moved downwards, threatening to take her left leg away. Promising her a world of use without it, that while within Ais' care, she would no longer need them. She wanted to cry for help, she wanted to..anything- Aislinne didn't let her truly recover though, gasping and struggling for air, she felt that blade suddenly scissor inwards, immediately cutting through her leg- No her legs. She screamed, she howled, so very loudly that it nearly ruined her throat, the hoarse cracking of her soft voice filling the room as she could only listen to the loud sounds of her rubbery limbs plopping forwards. Her eyes staring in sheer disbelief as they lay beneath her. As so quickly the only arm that was left felt a shiver flow down it. The girl jerking, pulling at it.

It meant little though, for when the adrenaline would pass and the pain would truly set in? She found herself driven to a state of near incoherence, whimpering and whining, body viciously trembling. Or..what was left of it. There was no denying that she tried to move her legs- but she couldn't. Below her..her legs..her body parts were there, Aislinne had chopped them off, she was being amputated. A cute mess of drool dribbled from her lips as she couldn't bring herself to stop crying, every inch of her torso and arm shocked with a pain that was startling. Elyn couldn't even find a word, she couldn't even figure out what to say. Every noise she made? The primal babbling of a mind temporarily shoved into brief insanity through sadistically cruel torment. She'd recover, she always did- though now, all that remained was her arm. Slowly she wiggled her head, crunched her abs. A sudden overwhelming sensation following, the burden of limbs gone only left her rubberized torso a little more..wiggling as she exhausted herself through constant struggle.


[21:46] Aislinne never let up for even a moment, her hands continuing their work while the sensation of the invisible ones was cut off literally and figuratively. The rhythm below upon the now rubberized hole reached its apex, both digits madly pumping even growing a little longer to properly fill and curl themselves into all the right places. Her hand pressed flat to Elyn's crotch, fingers still arching perfectly, and her equally as ebony clit was swallowed up entirely. Hot, harsh pressured assailed the little pleasure button, sudden, random pinches interspersed throughout. Mad molestation was the best way to describe the way Aislinne handled her toy's breasts, switching from one to the other as if unsure which to spend her time on. First the left, harshly kneaded, squeezed, nipple pinched. Then the right, taken entirely, fingers sinking in, groping and massaging hungrily all at once. She bore the brunt of the screams, her eyes fluttering shut with just how forceful and full of emotion they were. Still sat cheek to cheek, though, eventually angling to the side to lick up a few salty tears. Then she planted a kiss on the near feral angel's cheek, clearly wanting more. Another tentacle slid forward to acquiesce her request, curling around the ethereal's jaw to reposition her head. It was turned to the side, the grip of the appendage forcing Elyn to face her sadistic lover. Then lips properly met, the tentacle pulling away to make the sudden kiss a little more...calming. Aislinne angled her head a little to properly lock it, her previous eagerness below waning in favor of an unfitting gentleness. Her tongue flitted inward slowly, surely, content to softly play with the pink twin it found within.

She needed more of Elyn, though. And so she took. The suit finally expanded to encompass the rest of the angel's torso. Impossibly smooth, rubbery goo slid over both wildly molested breasts, molding them into their proper, artistic sex doll look that they were born to sport. Fat, glossy nipples sat perfectly, and in the meantime the encasement slid down the woman's back. It went upward as well from her waist, seamlessly encompassing a perfect, intensely worshippable stomach, the top and bottom soon meeting to complete itself. Then the essence crawled up Elyn's neck, hiding her awful bruise, then stopped just below her jawline. Completed, the suit started up where the gloves and thigh highs left off. Hot sensation poured itself across Elyn's body, fingers trailing along her curves while hands began their work. Two at her ass, one where Aislinne's wasn't busy molesting a breast, groped and felt up and loved all over. Hot buzzing started up in both of her holes, upon her clit, the monster trying her best to 'prepare' her doll for the final step. Then, a voice. The indelible mark of Aislinne, implanted in the angel's mind for so long, made itself known, albeit gently at first. A voice, an inner voice, clearly not her own, finally spoke amid the kiss. "Relax. You're safe. I know it hurts. I know it's awful. But I do this for you. You have to feel my love in all its forms before I bless you with my gift. Be strong, little angel." And with that, the monster continued with her ghastly plan.

The vile blade slid itself upward, the flat of it tracing along Elyn's side. Its owner was careful, though, moving with the madly twitching torso, careful not to harm until it reached its destination. It eventually reached it, though, sitting just below the angel's right armpit. The cruelest of it all began, with this time the monster taking her time. With the ethereal's lips busy, the rubbery woman held tighter with her hands, still pumping, still groping. The tentacle wrapped around Elyn's last wrist held brutally tight, nearly enough to snap bone, but only to keep her still. It cut through an inch at a time, agonizingly slow, bit by bit. The rubber sealed as it cut, though, ensuring it was as clean as it ever was. When it finally reached the end, though, the tentacle relinquished its grip. The last of the etheral's limbs flopped heavily to the ground with a heavy sound of finality, and as one the three severed appendages began to dissolve as the first had. They almost sizzled as they went, reduced to nothing, then gone. All that remained was a still painfully beautiful torso and head, one rubberized, the other likely soon to be. Both were lavished in attention, though.


[22:06] Elyn Aroma was driven to a state of mind she had never met. Surely one a mortal might consider breaking. Though her immortal bonds insured she never quite fell over that edge, but held her captive atop it all the while. The feeling of those hands madly at work only doing wonders to numb her mind, to..turn her off in a sense. Off, like to insure her mind was under a blanket of velvety lust that would help numb everything except what Aislinne wanted her to feel. The screams, the cries, the continued, torso shaking and viciously convulsing with delicious movements that tested the rubber that was slowly containing it. the delicious contorting and twisting only matched by the loud noises that followed with a certain uncertainty and arousal, lest of all a fear unlike any other that acted like a cherry atop it all. Her body twisting and shaking in all the right directions as thick nectar splattered and coated the fingers of the monster who was at work, as her clit throbbed, as it grew larger and larger, shaking against the palm that was nearly slammed up against the tender nub. She couldn't even find the words to beg, to plead against it all again, she could only give in, she could only submit. As if she was some feral animal who was being tortured into submission. A kiss, a few licks and she found herself shaking as that beautiful form grew closer, as a tentacle suddenly jerked at her head and pushed her to the side. So she could see Aislinne, so she could stare at the woman who was dismembering her.

And then, it all seemed alright. A kiss, something that was meant to tell her that she was loved, that she was adored, even as she orgasmed all over those fingers against and again, moaning against those lips. Aislinne adored her, she'd always adored her. A twist of their heads in unison and they were locked in a fleeting passion that helped to close Elyn's eyes so she could merely succumb to this all. The pain drowned away, and all she focused on where the plush, arousing lips before her. Only to feel that rubber extending further, making her cry and whimper as she knew what she was being turned into. As she could only believe that a cruel fate as an onahole was waiting for her- But..Ais loved her, she loved her. So Elyn smiled against those lips, dreamily staring at her as her eyes opened again, as slowly her form became glossier, and more perfect through the accentuation of the rubber. A beautiful rubbery doll, Aislinne's little, ebony plaything. Was it such a bad fate? It wasn't..It wasn't at all. Hot warmth came, pouring over her as fingers massaged and teased at her rubbery body as that rubbery pushed up her neck.

It was strange, the kiss was the only thing she needed to understand, but the voice in her head was quite alluring as well. She stopped crying, choking on her tears and drool as she continued to kiss and nuzzle further into those luscious lips. Eyes flickering so very slowly as she could only squeal softly as the blade returned. Lips desperately, whorishly moving against Aislinne's as she felt it teasing her side, tickling her flesh as she felt it push to the bottom of her armpit. With this next cut? Elyn would be helpless, entirely so, there would be nothing to stop the latex tyrant before her. But..did she want to? She took a slow breath and soon mewled as those reassuring gropes and pumps came, her eyes rolling back as they came to a close as she merely pushed forwards and suddenly screamed. A vicious pain as the tentacle held her wrist so very painfully, and then something far more wicked and sadistic. The slow sawing of a knife as it quite forcefully began to cut and sink into her flesh, gasps and cries returning to her. The pain the only thing that truly kept her sane. Eyes open, wide, staring into Aislinne's with nothing but tears as she tried to hide against the woman, torso wiggling and jerking against her as her noises grew louder, and louder, until so very suddenly it stopped. Until suddenly she heard a thud. She couldn't look, but she didn't need to. Aislinne had taken her arms and legs and now, against her? Her cute, dollish, completely fuckable form was powerless. She was reduced to an object, panting. Her lovely hair but a mess of strands atop her head as she simply indulged into the lavishing praise and attention. She knew what was to come, and if her Goddess thought her perfect this way. She broke the kiss, with what strength she could. Crying, whimpering as she gently pressed her head to Aislinne's and whispered rather gently, as if she might not get to say it again. "I love you, Aislinne. I..If I even know what love is..I think..I love you, my glossy Goddess..." Her breaths were so heavy and frantic, but just as the pain came, the adrenaline wore off. Heart throbbing away as that feral mix of heat and pain suddenly bore down upon her, making it impossible to even think, her pathetic, desperate noises so helplessly filling the room.


[22:31] Aislinne let the kiss break without a fight, her ever unblinking eyes holding the stare levelly. There was a hint of amusement in her glowing, strangely designed eyes, though for the most part they were filled with warmth. Forehead to forehead, she never looked away, never broke eye contact, content to gaze into Elyn's beautiful golden eyes as long as she could. With a notable lack of limbs upon the angel, though, the monster repositioned her nearly entirely rubberized doll. Slowly but surely, her hands' attentions began to slow. Less fevered kneading, gentler thrusts inward, the glossy woman slowed her roll, hands pulling away from their mad pleasuring to move elsewhere. They found themselves around Elyn's still generous hips, the other upon the back of her head, almost cradling her before turning her around. It was easy enough with the two already pressed together, both lovers not even needing to break eye contact before shiny breasts squashed into breasts equally as beautiful. Nipples swirled, bodies met closely once more, and Aislinne held her precious doll close. She snuck in another quick peck upon Elyn's lovely lips, the suit's worshippings across the angel's body only growing stronger. Where a hand once was, a toy took its place. It seemed to form from the gloss lining the insides of the ethereal's cunt, filling her up just right before buzzing wildly. The little pleasure button set just above was vibrated upon as well, pinched at random along with both nipples set higher. Another unnaturally grown toy made its home in the angel's ass, made perfectly just for her and buzzing just as strongly as the one stuffing her other hole. Hungry hands molested breasts, ass, sides, while the ghostly fingers traced along the beautiful angel's collarbone and curves, up her spine and along her stomach. It was some strange combination of love and lust, all brought together in one perfect 'outfit'.

There was more to be done, though. Oddly enough, the encasement stayed still just below Elyn's jaw, but a pair of tentacles had other ideas. The ones previously holding her long gone legs slid forward once more, their tips growing thinner and smaller. Aislinne's lips twitched, half forming a smile before she thought better of it. "I know you do. I'm going to give you something so that everyone will know, and you can spread my love to others. Don't worry. This won't hurt. You'll just...fall asleep for a little while." The tentacles then pushed themselves forward, penetrating both of the angel's ears. They wiggled themselves inward before reaching inside her head, then both touched their tips to her brain. It was coated in the blink of an eye, and then Aislinne's corruption seeped inward. It began to shut things down for the next step. Sentience, thoughts, sense of self, every little thing was turned off as if they were little more than flicks of a switch. Aislinne was content to watch, never engulfing her precious doll's head in her essence, gazing so deeply into eyes that, for a short time, would surely lose their spark. Inside Elyn's head, though, was a cacophony. A choir of a million, billion Aislinnes spoke to her in wild, reverberating tones, a constant white noise over it all. Her grip on her doll never let up, holding the lovely ethereal close while she gave her 'blessing'.

The first physical signs were already making their appearance. At Elyn's stumps, the rubber began to shift. Twitch. Like unnatural trees growing, what appeared to be limbs began to form once more. Perfectly smooth arms, lusciously thick thighs, but just as ebony-black and impossibly glossy as Aislinne herself. The voice in the angel's head started up, loud and clear despite the insanity slamming itself against her mind. "Sleep, my precious Elyn. Submit to the emptiness."


[22:51] Elyn Aroma found herself so quickly falling further into those beautiful eyes, she felt..comfortable, despite the overwhelming shocks of pleasure and pain that were constantly coursing through her. So happy, so pleased, she was willing to be just like this, to simply indulge in the sight of the lovely woman who had degraded her to this. Her rubbery form stretching with the depths of her breaths as she continued to pant and moan so very deliciously as the molestations never quite came to an end. Hands began to slow, allowing her to focus on pleasure, on the afterglow of the orgasms she had suffered. For a doll, she was quite the messy through, drooling from her lips and her cunny, squirming ever so slightly. Though..the hands left her, and her cute, rubbery torso slowed. She was left to finally take it in, to draw her eyes upon the obsidian flesh that she had been given. Then she watched, as she was turned around, as slowly her lovely, black, rubbery breasts were slowly met by the warmth of a woman's own. Elyn's lips shaking at such a peck as she returned it weakly. Mewls, cutely little groans, they all escaped the girl as the suit began to worship her more fully, as thinking slowly began to fade away, as her torso began to relax. She was but a puppet to the monster who she loved. It didn't stop with just the suit though, Aislinne sought to insure she was..filled, the girl's eyes widening, her loudly gasping as that glossy lining pushed into her cunt and suddenly began to buzz. Her eyes flickered again, desperate, horny noises returning as any sensibility slowly began to leave her again. One squeeze to her pleasure button, another two to her nipples, before they were vibrated and slowly she was left to writhe in that delicious pleasure.Her back arched, however, and she screamed ever so slightly as her body jerked at the sudden push of a toy within her rear. As slowly it began to stretch, to fill her cute ass. She was left howling like a cute bitch in heat, as all the toys came together and the hands of her Goddess got to work abusing every inch of her delicious, rubbery body. Twitching, shivering and writhing, the cute, limbless girl was so powerless to it all, and she didn't even need to be tied up.

She was never swallowed up, though, and it was proof that Aislinne adored her, that she wasn't just another drone. In a way, it felt like the ultimate form of love she could get from the devious, witchy abomination. Her eyes, hazily staring outwards, barely able to focus as she was left to watch as those tendrils slowly began to grow tinier and thinner before her. Though, her head pushed back to Aislinne's and she merely closed her eyes for a moment, relaxing as those soothing words fell upon her ears. She nodded again her, cutely leaning inwards to nudge their noses together with a sweet, heated expression. Nothing would stop the pants, the arousing little squeals that brushed against Aislinne's. So quickly it came however, the feeling of those tendrills slamming into her ears, squeezing inwards and making her cry and squeal as her ears were so quickly violated. The sudden force of those tips pressing her brain. So quickly everything began to shut down, so quickly she felt her emotions and thoughts expelled. Her lips left ope, her expression distant, her eyes slowly growing more and more distant. Hazy, fading away as that amber spark soon left them. The sound of Aislinne in her mind drowning everything else out. Freaky tones overwhelming her senses and shaking her again and again as the horrific rise of white noise came. The last thing she felt was that grip, was Aislinne's love as she was so preciously held.

She was clueless as to what all was going on, she could...feel it, unnatural movement within her body that felt alien in design. She felt the faint inklings of a body, before that voice came, loud enough to truly settle in, to quickly reaffirm what she needed to do. Submit. Surrender. Sink away. And so she did, she surrounded into all of that, and her body, her lovely torso and head fell limp against Aislinne. Everything that was Elyn faded away into a deep slumber, leaving the artistic monster with her dollified beauty, completely and utterly under her control.


[23:12] Aislinne worked as quickly as she could, not wanting to be without her angel for longer than she needed. She was still painfully careful, though. As unnatural and perfect a thing that she was, it wouldn't pay to mess up the literal reorganizing of something's grey matter. So she moved with precision, worming her very self as deep as it could go inside of the beautiful, glassy eyed woman's brain. She kept her gaze on one that, only a few moments ago, had been so bright and full of love. Now they were empty, dull...but not for long. Her gift grew while she worked, sifting and programming to ensure her blessing actually worked. Thighs were finished as soon as forearms were, perfect replicas of Elyn's previous sets. Instead of being deliciously pale, though, they were imitations of Aislinne's own. Still soft, still with pleasing give that was all too appealing, but now they were absurdly smooth and intensely glossy. Kneecaps and elbows followed, and at the bases the rubbery woman melded directly with the angel's body. Muscles, nerves, bones, everything merged with her shiny prize, it seeming like the ethereal's growing limbs were simply perpetually encased with the seamless suit already wrapped around her torso.

Soon, the rest of her legs followed, long and as appealing as always. Feet were last, still cute, still hers, but improved. Her hands finished as well, every digit a perfect copy of the ones that were so viciously removed. The angel had limbs once more. With her physical work finished, Aislinne put the last touches on her currently braindead doll's mind. She ensured her angel could move them, manipulate them, a small measure of the glossy matriarch's power generously given. Slowly, carefully, she pulled her tentacles out of the other woman's head. Her brain stayed coated though, an anchor to give her movement and more along with being an irremovable mark. Things were flicked back on, and Elyn was essentially 'booted up'. Before she could speak or even test her new limbs, though, the monster repositioned her own hands. One slid lower, behind Elyn's new knees, while the other rested upon her rubbery back. Aislinne hefted, and the angel was suddenly in a bridal carry. She only broke the gaze for a moment, head angling down to keep her eyes on the angel's while she walked the two of them forward. With the ground still covered, she simply formed a bed for the two of them. Just as glossy as her and her lover, but soft and comfortable, it came alive in the space of a few seconds. Sashaying herself toward it, she reached the new piece of furniture and turned on a heel to plant her ass upon it. She wiggled back, comfortable, then held the angel just a little closer, nestling her prize into her chest.

The suit still wrapped tight around Elyn's body slowed its roll, relegating itself to more calm, gentle strokes and caresses instead of the wild, horny groping and buzzing that had blitzed her. The toys stayed lodged inside her, but they relented as well, vibrating like a pair set to low. There was a strange, terribly warm look in Aislinne's eyes as she gazed down at her new and improved ethereal, an almost beatific smile forming across her lips.

"That's my doll."


[23:27] Elyn Aroma was in a slumber unlike any other, even her brain was similar to a humans. So with enough switches off, she merely sank into a state of unconsciousness, though in a sense her slumber was an entrapment as well. She could feel nothing comprehend nothing. For all Elyn knew she was under the impression that she was to be droned- but, she didn't doubt her lover. No, Aislinne was giving her something, Aislinne might..actually love her and adore her, the very thought of that was enough to excite the discombobulated girl. All she knew, all she could remember faded as quickly as it came, until slowly she felt something pull from her head, and slowly those she felt those switches come back on. It was slow, groggy, the entire thing wasn't without flaw. One jump start and she felt movement, and she tried to twist and move. Her legs and arms responding in kind. Everything came rushing to her, the pain, the pleasure, the shocking around and sadism she had endured. But just as she cried, just as she moved, suffering the arousal of those toys. She was picked up, she felt glossy arms tickling her own shiny, tender flesh, dancing along her smooth legs as they bent through her knees. Her..knees. Her knees?" She gazed downwards, only to find another hand upon her back. Elyn found herself hefted upwards, slowly pulled into those arms as if she was Aislinne's very own bride. Only then did she see her arms, her legs. Rubbery appendages that seemed to respond in kind to her. They didn't look foreign, or out of place. No. They merely looked like hers, wrapped in stockings and gloves. But at the very same time, they felt..different, a little..stronger, a little more..sexual? Every glossy curve more enticing as she realized she was moving. Cutely she whispered, laying her head gently upon one of those lovely breasts that she so adored. A few kissed dotted along that delicate flesh. Amber eyes gazing up at the beautiful woman who now held her.

She didn't speak, she didn't whisper. She simply let silence take the room, besides her moans and slightly labored breaths, at least. The toys calmed, the massaging hands didn't overwhelm her. She was left to merely relax, to sink further into those arms as she stare upon the rubbery bed that so eagerly awaited them. One switch movement, and she felt the luscious hips of her lover slowly sink down into that bed. She followed of course, captive within those arms that had denied her any sort of struggle. Slowly her rubbery hand pushed upwards, caressing at Aislinne's cheek and rubbing at it with nothing more than aroused purrs, before so very hotly whispering. "Forever yours, my love. And...with this frightening gift you've left me? I'll always be thinking about you, you'll always be part of me..." She rubbed more gently, pulling at Aislinne's cheek so she could press a weak, hot kiss against her jawline rather teasingly.