Wherein Aislinne plays at divinity.

 [02:22] Arika is dragged into the basement chamber, still covered in blood and naked. The two men--though strong as they are, they're barely out of their teens, young and impressionable and promised as many girls as they can fuck provided that they do as they're told--who hold her explain what she did, how she killed the other candidate for the goddess's sacrifice. They had their way with her, and gave her a beating, but she doesn't seem to care. She seems pleased with herself, even if she was just fucked senseless after killing her friend. They toss her to the floor, still smooth grey stone, even though several parts of the complex no longer look like the warehouses and subway tunnels that they used to be, and explain what she did to the shadowy figure. They say how she killed the other candidate, wanting to be the one to sacrifice herself. They beat her and raped her as punishment, but she's still the only candidate left, and the goddess of their little cult is looking so slender and emaciated. She needs protein. Meat. Fresh and still alive.
"I'm the only one!" she laughs, tears in her eyes, "Please, Goddess, now you have to take me," she begs, down on her knees, semen dripping down her thighs. One of the men backhands her and she goes limp for a moment, her red hair covering her face. "I want to be one with you. Please give this worthless slave a purpose!"
She stays quiet this time, and the guards, dressed more like the homeless youth they are than anything their title would imply, look to the dark skinned woman in the out of place office chair for answers, as they always do.
The 'Goddess' herself sits in a swivel chair that serves as her throne in the middle of the warehouse basement, the room unadorned and utilitarian, with pipes running along the walls, some of them opened up and covered in dark black stains, with dripping water along the side of the stone walls. A fire burns in a boiler turned fireplace. The brown skinned woman is thinner than usual, very much in need of a sacrifice. Ninety pounds should be more than enough to give her back a full figure.

 [02:45] Aislinne practically sunk herself into the chair, terribly be-ringed eyes locked onto the only entrance to her dingy little lair. Soon, she kept telling herself. Soon. It had been tough to get away from it all, to hide away and replenish without drawing too much attention. But here she was, through some bit of stealth and subterfuge, immersed in the little coven of insanity she'd bred. Downtrodden, hopeless, downright insane, and she'd gathered them up. Promised them happiness, untold rewards, all the perks of blindly following a fledgeling goddess. It was cultivated, grown, and mere months later had her laying claim to every delicious morsel she could ever want. It didn't matter who they were, what they were, they simply had to follow. They simply had to sacrifice.

Screams and cries and rough dragging break her from her reverie, the dusky woman sitting up straighter with eyes wide and waiting. Unconsciously, her tongue flitted out, the slick appendage slowly making its way around her lips before disappearing just as quickly. Fingers dug viciously into the arms of her 'throne'. As her sacrifice came into view, though...her eyes widened, ever so imperceptibly. It was another girl down the line, not the one she'd personally picked out. In fact, it was one she distinctly remembered. A mad twinkle in her eye, the downright murderous glare she caught shot toward the other one she'd picked. Her thoughts were confirmed with the two men relaying exactly what she expected, though she didn't seem angry in the least. A few long moments hung in the chamber, filled with nothing save pleas and the mad laughter of the girl before her.

"Leave us." Her favored acolytes bow and, without hesitation, turn and leave. Aislinne sits in silence once more, her level gaze boring down at the pathetic wretch begging to be taken. She stands, slowly, rising up from the chair with the slightest of wobbles, but she tries her damndest to look the part of what she was. Goddess. A sway to her hips, and a bright, predatory grin graces her lips. Cold, icy blues twinkle in the dim light of the basement, and bare footed steps pad toward the fiery-haired girl. Stopping and standing not a foot from her, Aislinne finally speaks directly. "Your devotion is to be admired, my precious girl. I'm pleased with your fervor. However..." Ice turns to hot fury, and her foot suddenly slams into the side of the prostrate whore, sending her head straight to the ground with a sickening thump. The chocolate-hued woman presses her foot down where it lay, a firm pressure mounting in intensity while her grin melts into a mere neutral line. "You do not murder my sacrifices, you pathetic worm. You wait. You listen. And, most importantly, you obey. Fortunately for you, though...you are the only one left..." Her foot pulls away, only to aim a vicious kick to the girl's midsection. "Your worthless body will have to do. Are you prepared to give your life for your goddess?" Unnervingly enough, her tone never seems to shift. Not a hint of anger colors her words, nor much of anything else. Flat, flat, flat...

[02:52] Arika slumps down onto the cold concrete when the older boys drop her there and scurry away, not wanting to give up their own lives for their goddess' anger. She tries to look up at the beautiful sight before her, but bows her head in subservience. She takes her beatings from the goddess as well as she took them from the boys before her. This time, though, each blow causes her elation, knowing that it comes as punishment from the woman who's wellbeing now rules her world. Even feeling a slipped rib wiggling it's way around in her torso, she can't help but smile, her bloody drool dripping from her lips onto the stone. "Yes, Goddess, please, I want to be part of you. I'm worthless, save to please you."

 [03:03] Aislinne curls her toes inward, nibbling at her bottom lip while she surveys her latest prize. Stepping back, her grin returns, curling upward into an honest smile. A hand slips forward to stroke the girl's hair, and Aislinne begins humming some nameless tune or other. The melody stops as she slips her hand down to roughly grip her sacrifice's chin, tugging the dull green gaze to meet her own bright one. "That's right, love. Worthless. Little more than a sack of protein, however...small. But...you're perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect." Her eyes practically bulge, and she shudders as a sudden transformation washes over her. It's almost as if the shadows around her envelop her form, a glossy wave of darkness starting at her feet and rushing upward. Barely a few moments pass, and she's suddenly dark, shiny, though still entirely bare. "You have a privilege few get to indulge in, whore. You're allowed to lay eyes on the Goddess's true form. But...none may live now that they've seen." Aislinne roughly tugs the girl to her feet, quickly turning her around to face the door. She slides upward as well, a malevolent presence just behind. Unbeknownst to the girl, the formerly brown woman's form begins to melt, sliding closer and enveloping her sacrifice from the ankles down and quickly rising. She begins the process slowly, a burning sensation coursing through her prey's encased flesh as it begins to break down, attacked by the nanomachines that encompassed her form. "Can you feel it? You're becoming one already. Soon, there will be nothing left. Nothing at all. Mmm..."

 [03:13] Arika looks up at her beloved goddess, gazing at her glistening black sheen with awe and wonderment. "Y-yes, Goddess, I don't deserve to live. I don't want to live, I want to be part of you," she says, blinking to get the tears out of her eyes. She's lifted up to her feet, so frail and slender, but more than a meal enough, and allows herself to be moved around bodily. She looks where she was positioned, feeling the tiny movements all over her body, the tingling pain rising up like pins and needles as a thousand teeth start to devour her limbs. Her toes twitch in pain, and she hisses, but pain is outmatched by her religious conviction, and her insane lust for what happens. Even as she tries to stand still through the million little entities ripping at her flesh, her body reacts, nipples stiffening and cunt watering. "It hurts," she cries, but she has a smile on her face as tears roll down her eyes, "It hurts as this worthless whore becomes something more."

 [03:22] Aislinne can't help but play with her food, and with a rough bump of her hips forward a heavy phallic-shaped pillar of rubber slams itself into the girl's drooling fuckhole. Another one follows, the brutally ribbed twin ripping walls and eliciting a trail of blood as it rams its way up her ass. The blood is eagerly lapped up by the nanobots that comprise the woman's glossy form, and with her sacrifice firmly engulfed up to her thighs Aislinne sends her hands elsewhere. They find small mounds of flesh, groping them hungrily, blindly feeling for nipples before pinching down violently and tugging without care. Her head hovers barely an inch from the shuddering whore's right ear, hot, rubbery breath tickling at it while Aislinne speaks in a low, reverential tone. "Your form sates me. But it only does so. Useless except as a small bit of sustenance, but I suppose your devotion is to be rewarded." The intensely thick invaders begin to pump, gushing out more of the rubbery goo that already began to tickle at the girl's stomach. The burning only grows worse, feet already broken down into nothing with a noticeable, though small change in Aislinne's body. She grows a little larger, a little more filled out, but not nearly close enough to her former glory. "That's right. That's a good whore. Your body will be mine, and then...it will be nothing. Perhaps you'll fill some other poor wretch up as I fuck her into oblivion. Think of that...then you'd be useful. But for now...scream for me. Scream out your love for your Goddess, your pain, your pleasure, everything..."

[03:35] Arika falls forward, clutching the large utility doors, though they've been locked at this point. Her face presses up against the window and her hot breath steams the glass, pain flooding her nethers. The spiraling, grinding mass of rubbery particles shoved into her sopping cunt begins tearing at her, bits of black goo greedily swallowing down the cum from before, only to move on to taking bites out of flesh, the stinging pain on her sensitive parts making her eyes go wide and her spit frothed lips to open in a wild panicked scream. The second shaft of ridged cock rubber shoves it's way into her ass, stretching her like no man could ever have done and making a meal of her insides, making her feel filled up and hollow at the same time. She drools madly, crying and gripping at the door, her screams heard down the halls and throughout the tunnels. "Yes!" she gleefully shouts, when she can get the words out, her fingers white against the steel of the door. "I'll scream for you, my goddess!" But her voice is hoarse, and ragged already, a mad, painful giggling mixing with the screams. "Oh God, it burns, it hurts so much! I bear this pain because I know I'm worthless! I love you, Goddess!"

 [03:47] Aislinne merely continues to pull more of her downright insane victim into her, though the girl never quite disappears. The enveloping appears as a thin coat, emphasizing every bit of the slinky, thin body it encases. Just inside of Aislinne's 'skin', and the poor girl is already up to her neck in the stuff. A few tentacles form from Aislinne's mass, now looking like little more than a head and arms with a lithe form embedded just inside. Said body seems to be missing its feet and most of its legs, though, with more dissolved and disappearing by the moment. The tentacles wrap firmly around the whore's wrists, and with a firm jerk, brutally breaks both of them. Without having to worry about prying them off the handles, hands fall limply, slowly pulled into the glossy mass and disappearing up to the forearm. Soon, only the girl's head remains, the back of it slowly being swallowed up as well. Aislinne pulls her head forward, twisting a little to gaze upon her prize's broken countenance.

"Soon! Very soon! Soon! Look down, whore! See your body held tight in a rubbery embrace! Watch as it is broken down, repurposed, perfected! Can you feel it!? Can you feel your Goddess's love!?" She begins to cackle along with her acolyte, pupils dilated and just as mad as the girl slowly being devoured. The latex begins to tickle upward, taking her prey's neck, the burning an all-over sensation only stopping when the tormented parts simply cease to exist.
[03:56] Arika pants and drools, unable to scream now. Her body twitches, and her eyes are unfocused, lost in a daze as billions of teeth bite into her skin and start crawling under it, her masochism so strongly pressed that she can barely think. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth, and her face is a passioned mask of bliss. Her head rolls backwards, looking up at her Goddess, even though she can barely focus. At the edges of the rubbery mass of black ooze that swallows her, the skin is red and swollen, with itchy red bites like a swarm of insects. Her limbs twitch and writhe, and now fully embraced within her deity, she can't help but squirm in beatific agony. Stroking herself does little good, though, as soon her limbs are no longer there. She tries to cry out in reverence, a pained prayer of supplication, but she can't speak, and the words come out silent and whispery.

 [04:07] Aislinne grows and grows, letting a shudder ripple through the rubbery mass that is her body. With her meal's limbs entirely broken down, she finds herself feeling...sated. Faculties return, with her finding herself able to properly control the technological nightmare that she is. Her voice grows low again, the searing bodily pain that assaulted the girl beginning to ebb. "No. No...you've done well. Not yet... Not. Yet." A gasp, and she begins to pull herself away, forcing the girl out of her gooey self. The tear-streaked body drops heavily to the ground, entirely limbless but still coated in nanite-infused latex entirely save for her face. It's as if the stuff is her skin, and yet, it is. With a flutter of her eyelids and a last roiling surge of agonizing pain, the latex fuses itself to the girl's real skin, a bond only Aislinne can break, but why would she? Instead, she simply reforms herself, shapely pillars of legs leading up to a just barely below ludicrous set of hips and ass. Flat stomach, heavy breasts without a hint of sag, and she is complete once more. Eyes flicker back open, glowing softly and still hinted with that crazy little twinge. She brings herself to the ground beside her still living slave, scooping her up in rubbery arms and holding it close. Face to face, gaze to gaze, and Aislinne plants a gentle kiss upon a still pale forehead. Her smile is bright, wide, as beatific as she appears to be.

"We will become one, my acolyte. But you've done so well, and your fervor has sated me more than I could have imagined. The most worthy of my sacrifices...but for now, a small trickle will do until I consume the rest." The girl's holes were, mercifully enough, freed from their violent pumping as she popped outward. Her holes stayed stretched open, however, a ludicrously tight coat ensuring the ravaged holes could practically be seen inside of. Said coating began to vibrate, ghostly tongues flicking at her clit, invisible fingers flicking and teasing at her nipples. "Nearly done, my precious sacrifice. Are you ready to be sealed away?"

[04:17] Arika slides to the ground with a heavy thump, and lays there blindly staring at the ceiling, the slinking black bodysuit around her stretching with each strained breath. Her body is awash with tingling excitement, still causing her to squirm and wiggle on the ground. Trillions of tiny bugs burn themselves into her body, their twitching itching extremities going still. She can only lay there, panting and moving about in place like a limbless worm, eyes and mouth streaming. As her Goddess pulls out of her, a wimpering moan escapes her wet, cracked lips. A needy begging, even as she still feels an impossible hum throughout her sensitive parts, the inside of her rubbery prison wet and damp, dripping with the end result of her arousal. She doesn't even answer, though her mouth moves.
[04:29] Aislinne drinks in every little drop of fluid she can from her nullified toy, be it from oozing wounds, dripping holes, or even tears that touch the sides of the girl's glossy cocoon. A last smile, and a stroke of a cheek, and Aislinne's hand pulls back. She pulls her precious devotee as close as she can, crushing the limbless thing to her body and never breaking eye contact. Without a word, she moves in, a firm press of lips sudden and warm. Her eyes flutter shut, head angling just a little to lock the meeting tight. With a last little surge, the encasement moves to finish the girl off. It flows slowly, Aislinne enjoying every last moment of the kiss before it's taken from her. The shiny stuff goops itself down the girl's throat, closing it up but forcing her mouth open and waiting in a glossy, perfect O. The monstrous woman almost looks sad while she finds her precious new object's gaze, the stuff flowing over the girl's nose and plugging it tightly. Even with her ears plugged, Aislinne knows she can hear every word as if it's whispered right in her ear. "Goodbye, my precious slave. You will be given new purpose, and then...you will be nothing." Finally, with a last little surge, tear streaked eyes are sealed tightly, the coating making it look as if they were never there. Her hand returns, idly stroking the bald looking head, knowing suffocation would soon set in. "Shh...sleep...fade away with thoughts of your loving Goddess..."

[04:34] Arika smiles, even though her mind is almost entirely gone at this point. A kiss from her Goddess is a perfect way for her worthless life to end, and soon she becomes something with a purpose. She becomes a perfectly placcid, unblinking doll. Her chest stretches and heaves as her body struggles for breath, the last bits of oxygen being turned into carbon dioxide. Her sightless vision goes starry, hypoxia taking it's toll on what little mind she has left. There's twitching, and crying. She goes out with one last orgasm, though, a rolling shudder throughout her body as she's finally at peace.