Wherein Aislinne entertains a guest in her study.

[21:27] Sakuya Mura slipped silently through the halls of grand mansion, her identity masked by both the darkness and the sleek power armor she wore. The bounty hunter was on a case, investigating the erratic behavior of a once famous businesswoman, Aislinne. The CEO had become reclusive of late and there were rumors, dark rumors, surrounding her seemingly abandoned mansion. This had alarmed enough people that the contract had been put out, and brought Sakuya to this eery place. The young hunter had found nothing of note so far, though she was now approaching the heart of the mansion and Aislinne's study. Swallowing her fear, Sakuya made her way up to the door and pressed her ear against it, straining to hear anything coming from within before she entered.

[21:38] Aislinne: She'd seen the intrepid hunter far before the grounds had been breached. Pinprick cameras, highly advanced, practically invisible, tracking every movement and scanning along the curvaceously armored form. Surprisingly advanced, though nothing too pressing. Aislinne's little interloper had quite the body underneath, though, the tight suit making that abundantly clear. Deciding to err on the side of caution, she'd hidden her servants away, faceless things that were once cogent beings. They were the shadows, watching, waiting, but never striking. Heavy, metal steps echoed through the place, dark and abandoned but immaculately kept. The only thing missing was, well, anybody.

The nano-being didn't even have to guide the girl to her, with Sakuya all but throwing herself to the rubbery jaws yawning wide. On the other side of the door, Aislinne waited, entirely silent, reclining upon a chair and watching the door with eerily glowing, unblinking eyes. Her skin was dark, glossy, a technomistress of living rubber waiting to strike. Or, at least, talk. With the door creaking open, she smiled, locking gazes beneath the girl's visor. "Welcome! Welcome. I apologize for not properly greeting you sooner, but you know how it is. Always busy, always working, always...yes." She trailed off, the last word escaping under her breath.

She brightened quickly, though, eyes widening as she stood up smartly, taking a few steps toward her guest. "So! How many I help you?" The woman didn't much seem to care Sakuya was trespassing, for lack of a better word.

 [21:49] Sakuya Mura: Sakuya froze when she saw Aislinne simply waiting for her, for a moment wondering whether or not she should run right then and there. She'd been hoping to find some clues, but she'd never dreamed to actually find the reclusive woman in the flesh. Was it even flesh? The way her skin shone in the light was eery to say the least, it was far darker than it should have been. And those eyes... They seemed to pierce through Sakuya's own, in a way that chilled her to the bone.

Sakuya's muscles coiled when Aislinne rose, every fiber in her being screaming at her to run. The woman's smile was disarming but it wasn't fooling the bounty hunter. She was dangerous and Sakuya felt very much like a fly caught in a spider's web. "I... umm..." She stammered, unsure of how to respond to the target of her investigation. She slowly backed away from Aislinne as she advanced, trying to maintain her distance as best as she could. "I was just... looking for someone but I didn't know that you'd-- that anyone was here." Her backside bumped into the far wall in the hall; she had nowhere left to retreat. "I won't bother you further!" She started to inch down the wall, not willing to take her eyes off of Aislinne but wanting to do nothing more than sprint away from the shiny woman.

[21:57] Aislinne: With every step the hunter made, Aislinne responded with one of her own, growing closer and closer. She never blinked, not once, her eyes almost seeming to glow brighter as the inches between the two women ticked away. Quite likely unbeknownst to Sakuya, the rubbery monster of a woman had already begun her work. Nanites in the air began to interface with the girl's suit, learning its inner working, figuring out what made it take and how to make it useless. She didn't quite flip any switches just yet, but she did do something that may have tipped her hand too early. With a resounding slam, the doors to her study shut, a mechanical click signalling they were locked. A ghost of a smile flickered upon Aislinne's lips, now merely a few feet from the girl.

"Utter nonsense. Perhaps I can help, hm? Who were you looking for in my mansion? A missing person, perhaps? It's not a bother at all, I merely wish to perform a good deed!" Silently, her progeny continued their work, further mapping out circuitry and subroutines, slowly but surely taking over Sakuya's greatest weapon. Outwardly, though, it appeared that all was well. Apart from the slightly shorter, obsidian woman standing before her and a solidly locked door behind her.

[22:06] Sakuya Mura: Sakuya swallowed loudly as she heard her only escape route cut off, flinching beneath her helmet at the sound. Escape, for the moment, seemed impossible, and the only option left to the hunter was to try and talk her way out of this situation. With any luck, the glossy woman could actually be looking to help her. "Umm... I guess maybe you could..." She replied hestitantly, her fear very evident in her tone. "I was looking for a uhh... friend of mine. Cecily Hawke." She supplied the first name she could think of, one of the most recent disappearances surrounding the mansion.

Bringing up a real victim may have been dangerous, but the hunter was not thinking things through as much as she usually did. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck as Aislinne crept ever closer, now well within striking distance. Sakuya held her ground, for now, but she was not going to be completely at this strange woman's mercy. She reached behind her back and gripped the hilt of her saber, her fingers caressing the grip as she prepared to draw it at a moments notice. If only she'd noticed the occasional flashes in the corner of her visor, the display flickering in a faint sign that her system was being compromised.

 [22:18] Aislinne: Visible eyes didn't need to look anywhere but directly at Sakuya, but Aislinne had far more visual ability than simple eyesight. She sensed everything around her, from the thing waiting in the corner of the study, hidden in darkness, to the hunter suddenly fiddling with a weapon. Trying to hide the eery delight in drinking in simple fear, Aislinne slowly raised a hand to beckon at a corner. Out of it melted a thing. Quite literally, in that. Short, with an impressive bust, its body was heavily accentuated by a casing of ludicrously skintight rubber. Or was that its skin? Impossible to tell. It sashayed toward Aislinne, its lack of face save for a rigid dollhole of a mouth betraying nothing. Reaching her, the nano-being draped the arm around its shoulders, casting a quick glance toward it before locking back onto Sakuya's gaze. "Ahh, I think I know just who you're talking about! She seemed a little lost, but I was more than happy to help her as well!" A flutter of Aislinne's eyelids, and the rubber casing the drone's head melted downward. Red hair fluffed outward, green eyes so very dull and listless and empty. Cute freckles dusting across the girl's nose, and her freed mouth stayed hung open regardless of it now being freed.

"Is this her? I tend to lose track of who's who sometimes!" The rubbermonster laughed, likely unfitting with the sudden reveal. She was ready for retaliation, though. Her nanites had finally entirely interfaced with Sakuya's armor. Any false move, and Aislinne would flip the switch, disabling it and leaving the poor girl essentially helpless.

 [22:27] Sakuya Mura: Her eyes followed the glossy drone as it approached, her heart quickening as her fear grew even greater. It couldn't be... Could it? The way the thing moved, the vacant, gaping hole of a mouth... the petite thing was almost as terrifying as its mistress, and if Sakuya's fears were confirmed, it would be even more so. Sakuya's heart caught in her throat when the mask was revealed, and she recognized the vacant, almost lifeless face of Celicy Hawke.

There was no longer any need for subtly or secrecy, Aislinne had practically confessed to kidnapping and doing... whatever she'd done to the poor woman. Sakuya temper flared and despite her fear she surged into action with a shout of defiance. She drew her blade and moved to lunge at the rubbery monster, but before she could even bring her saber around her suit locked up, immobiziling her where she stood. "W-what the--?!" She gasped, straining and fighting to get her seized up armor to move.

 [22:39] Aislinne: A sigh came first, followed by a slow, laborious shake of her head, incidentally only the second time she'd taken her eyes off of her erstwhile guest and now captive. "Honestly. Violence solves nothing, you silly girl." With the dramatic reveal, Cecily soon became a full drone once more. Face swallowed up, hair matted down, mouth locked tight in that rigid, perfect 'O'. She stood solidly at attention, waiting, always obedient and nothing else. Aislinne, however, stepped forward, now terribly close to Sakuya. A soft little hiss, and her helmet unlocked itself, the woman raising her hands up to grip and tug it free, revealing the girl's head in its entirety. With that done, she tossed it to the side, unneeded.

"Well, well. You're quite the pretty one. Shame you hide such a lovely face. Your body, though..." The suit didn't seem to hide much, though it wasn't quite as accentuating as the drone's impossibly tight encasement. Aislinne's hands returned, cupping Sakuya's cheeks and pressing her forehead to the girl's. Her gaze dominated the hunter's, ever unblinking, steady and glowing. "Such a prize. Do you mind if I keep you? You'll be with your friend again, happy as can be." A moment later, and a half dozen thick, writhing tentacles burst from the curvy thing's back, mindlessly wiggling about before surging forward. She knew what her nanites knew, and that was exactly how to dismantle the metallic parts of Sakuya's armor. The appendages worked diligently, stripping the hunter of everything save for that wonderful bodysuit component.

"Theere we are. Step one on the road to your new life. Any requests before we go on...?"

 [22:51] Sakuya Mura: Sakuya was seething with anger as Aislinne chided her and approached, the hot headed hunter thinking that a little more violence was exactly what was needed to get her out of this situation. Her muscles strained and rippled beneath her skin tight suit, but to no avail. The nanites had completely corrupted her prized armor, leaving Sakuya just as helpless as the poor Celicy must have been. A chill ran down the bounty hunter's spine as she watched Celicy be engulfed once again by the smooth latex, picturing her own face instead of the redhead's disappearing under the black casing.

She flushed deeply when Aislinne disengaged her helmet, allowing her long hair to billow free and exposing her to the monster. She flinched as her helmet clattered to the floor, gritting her teeth as Aislinne leaned in. "Let. Me. Go." She snarled, her beautiful features marred slightly as her face twisted in anger. She held the rubber monster's gaze as long as she could, though there was something dark in those glowing orbs that unsettled her, making her advert her eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of the tentacles surging towards her.

"N-no!" She squealed in fear and desperation as the wriggling apendages did their work, stripping her of her armor and the source of her strength. Without it, she was just a normal girl; as meek and powerless as all of Aislinne's other 'guests'. Her bodysuit still held her motionless, the tight fabric glistening in the dim light as Sakuya still strained to move her unresponsive body. "Y-you won't get away with this!" She gasped, once again staring into those unblinking eyes. "Someone will come looking for me!"

[23:01] Aislinne: The tentacles, having finished their work, instead wrapped around Sakuya's limbs. Wrists, ankles, waist, the last one putting gentle pressure as it wrapped around her neck, and Aislinne disengaged the lock, for whatever good it would do for the hunter. She pressed in closer, crushing her body against the one before her, slamming the girl's back into the still rigidly held door. The first hint of something other than joviality came out, a low, dangerous tone offset by Aislinne running her tongue along Sakuya's lips, tasting her. "No one will come looking for you. You're just an idiot bounty hunter. I know exactly who you are, little miss Mura. The only one who might care is in this very room with us, and I don't think she cares about much of anything nowadays. Why not join her? I can promise you nothing but endless love and pleasure."

With that, lips met lips, Aislinne angling her head a little into the sudden kiss. Her tongue darted down Sakuya's throat, elongating...and forcing some sort of tasteless liquid down the hunter's throat. A potent colony of nanites, quickly making its way to her brain and starting their work. A moment later and Aislinne pulled back, sighing, still pressing her forehead to her captive's. "That suit of yours is quite something. I think we can repurpose it, though. Your armor will become your new skin forever and ever. I may even give you your armor back eventually. A perfect little soldier, given proper purpose..." As if to show she had growing and utter control, Sakuya's suit...teased. Ghostly, invisible hands traced up and down her thighs, getting awfully close to her nethers a few times...

 [23:16] Sakuya Mura: Goosebumps spread across Sakuya's skin as the tentacles coiled around her limbs and body, immobilizing her just as thoroughly as the suit had. She grunted softly as Aislinne forced herself against the pinned hunter, their gleaming and rubbercoated breasts smashing together as she did. Sakuya's eyes widened a bit when the former CEO spoke her name, the true depth of the danger she was in finally starting to reveal itself. She knew who Sakuya was; she'd known it all along. This entire thing was a trap and she'd been set up from the start. She'd never stood much of a chance at save her friend or the others from their sinister fate.

Sakuya was jarred out of her dreary thoughts by the sudden and highly evasive kiss. "Mmpghh!" She grunted, her slender eyebrows rising as Aislinne forced her tongue deep inside the girl's month before releasing something into her. She lurched and tried to gag it up, but it'd been forced too deep down her throat already. With an audible grunt, Sakuya swallowed the potent solution down and released it's contents into her system. When Aislinne broke the kiss, Sakuya was panting and her face was flushed as the nanite went to work on her mind, a faint tingling sensation spreading through her head.

"I-I'll never..." Sakuya began to protest, still trying to cope with what was going on. Before she could finish her thought, the suit sprang to life around her, caressing her almost lovingly and teasing her erotically. She wasn't sure what was more concerning: that her suit had a mind of it's own, or that she was slowly becoming aroused... "What are you doing to me?" She gasped, her eyes fearful and aprehensive as she locked them to Aislinne's again.

 [23:25] Aislinne: Eyes only seemed to grow wider, Aislinne apply painful amounts of pressure while she sandwiched Sakuya between herself and the door. She could practically taste the growing heat between the girl's loins, the tiny robots in her brain beginning to fiddle with pleasure centers and stoke her arousal as easily as any aphrodisiac. "I'm prepping you for your new life, love. We've gone over this. Soon enough, you'll end up just like your friend over there." Said friend was statue-still, exactly how they'd left her, not even seeming to breathe or do much of anything save look like an incredibly enticing sex doll. "For now, though...let's get that mind nice and pliant."

Sakuya's suit came further to life, pinching down hard on both of her nipples. Still but gentle bumps in the snug suit, they weren't nearly as displayed as Cecily's, but they soon would be. Aislinne's hands went lower as well, taking the girl's rather impressive bust in hands and kneading away while the suit focused on the nubs centered upon them. Lower, and vibrations started up, tickling along the outside edges of Sakuya's cunt but not quite slipping inward yet. The tight uniform scrunched around her ass, looking like ghostly hands having their way with her while real ones did at her breasts. Even lower, though, the true terror began. With a gentle tingling, her suit began to remold and fuse itself to her feet. Foot coverings became smooth and even glossier, just as black as Aislinne was, perfectly toe-tight as if Sakuya's feet were rubber. It didn't burn, only tickled at worst, but a cloying heat followed in the assimilating suit's wake. Already half up to her knees, and it didn't seem to be stopping...

"Hope you're a better fighter than Cecily. She broke before it reached her breasts. Poor thing..." There was an odd cadence to Aislinne's words, an echo that resounded in Sakuya's head. She was in, invasive and terrible, and there was no going back.

 [23:40] Sakuya Mura: The girl was truly terrified now, shivering against Aislinne's body as she crushed her captive against the door. As the rubber monster spoke, Sakuya glanced back at her friend, or what remained of her, taking in her shiny, rigid, and sexy form. The image of herself in that featureless suit came back to the pinned bounty hunter and that was starting to seem more and more likely to her. "Y-you stay out of my head!" She whimpered fearfully, though she didn't know that that damage had already been done. The nanites continued to fiddle away at her mind, making her heart race, her nipples stiffen and her sex glisten. And they were only just getting started...

A soft mewl of pleasure escaped Sakuya's lips when Aislinne grasped her quivering breasts; her firm touch accentuating the teasing and pinching the suit was already supplying to her rapidly hardening nipples. The firm buds slowly formed tents in her tight outfit, standing up as a testiment to her mounting arousal. The suits teasing was relentless, its phantom hands kneading her supple flesh, caressing her firm muscles and tickling her swelling sex. She almost thought that the transformation blossoming at her feet was the work of her suit until the heat hit her, seeming to set her loins on fire as the sensations spread throughout her legs. "Oh god..." She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and clentching her teeth as she struggled to handle all of the pleasant and teasing sensations that were melting her mind. She was holding on, for now; but the heat was overtaking her. If it felt this good at her ankles, the girl could only imagine the pleasure when the rubbery assimliation reached her quivering sex...

 [23:51] Aislinne: Up and up the change went, a second skin becoming a first skin, a permanent fusion that only Aislinne could undo. But why would she? Past Sakuya's knees already, tickling at her thighs, the entirety of her legs rendered softly muscled, obsidian pillars. The heat didn't follow the change so much as envelop more of the girl's body, never leaving her, an ever present heat that mixed with the work on her brain higher above. The rubbery woman was curious, so she let one tentacle wrapped around Sakuya's waist pull free. It slipped behind, hovering just in front of her ass, the tip obviously aiming for the backdoor...but not quite entering. Aislinne pressed her head forward, pinning Sakuya's against the back of the door, swallowing up pretty blue eyes with her own glowing shards of lustful ice.

"You can feel it, can't you? That's my love, crawling up, making you mine. It will never leave you, always present, so long as you're obedient." The last word particularly echoed in Sakuya's head, bouncing off, a cacophony rebounding again and again before mercifully fading away. Below, hidden between two crushed bodies, Aislinne's cock throbbed. Thick, brutal, waiting, it rubbed, trapped between shiny stomachs. It was then that the fusion reached the hunter's crotch, melding with her suit and pressing inward to both of her holes. It filled them, stretching them a little, forcing them into an embarrassing 'O' shape. Engulfing her ass, leaving it two perfect globes gently pulled apart to reveal the other dollhole, the tentacle forced itself inside. At her hips, it kept going, making suit hold fast to skin, becoming tighter than skintight...and Aislinne groaned her delight directly into Sakuya's head.

 [00:08] Sakuya Mura: By the time the metamorphosis had reached the hunter’s thighs, her mouth had fallen open and her breath was coming in short, hot gasps. She scarcely noticed the tentacle leaving her waist to prod at her backdoor as her focus was entirely on the heat engulfing her body and on Aislinne’s deep, endless eyes… Sakuya’s own were helpless to look away from them as the pale blue spheres seemed to draw the girl into them, pinning her to the wall just as effectively as the obsidian tentacles. “Oh yesssssss….” She drawled as the monster’s words resonated in her mind, filling it and replacing the thoughts that the nanites were overriding. She could feel that love, that heat and it was consuming her.

When the changes overtook her crotch, Sakuya could no longer help herself. She squealed like a schoolgirl as her holes were stretched and altered, forced into perfect, gaping little rings between her legs. The wave of heat that followed left them clenching and quivering as Sakuya was finally pushed over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm that left her rubberized cunt glistening and drooling down her shining thighs. She’d barely had time to recover from that when the tentacle impaled her eager butthole, sending Sakuya screaming into another powerful release. All the while, Aislinne’s pleasure assaulted her mind, mixing with her own until the addled hunter couldn’t tell the difference between the two. Her pleasure was her own pleasure and as the black rubber crept up her toned stomach Sakuya’s eyes slowly drifted out of focus; the proud hunter was giving in to the overpowering pleasures…

[22:34] Aislinne: A soft little tut echoed in the girl's head, a gentle sigh following as Aislinne realized the poor thing was already falling. "Such a shame. You've quite the track record, but here you are, already breaking. At least you'll be useful for something by the end of this..." By now the interfacing in her brain was at the point where Aislinne's voice was directly in her head, speaking things as if her own inner voice was talking to her. A soft buzzing started up, empty, formless, slowly growing in volume along with the ever present echoes. The heat suffusing every part of her permanently encased body was never harsh, always warm, a much quieter sort of urging for her to just relax and obey. The door creaked with Aislinne crushing near-painfully forward, groaning and moaning along with the lyrical, screaming releases. She had other plans, though, the tentacles roughly jerking Sakuya past the nano-being. Like a puppet on strings, she was tugged through the air, slowly floating toward the proper drone in the room...

Lowered firmly to her hands and knees, Sakuya was positioned like the subservient thing she would soon be. The repurposing of her suit and the irrevocable fusion of it to her skin continued all the while, a black wave subsuming the still rather dark regular clothing. Tickling at the undersides of her breasts, though not quite covering, and a sudden change came over Cecily. With a jerk, a throbbing dick burst from her crotch, and she fell awkwardly to her knees in front of Sakuya. Aislinne was behind, already kneeling, aiming her own cock toward the soon-to-be ravaged hunter's still tentacle pillaged asshole.

"Hmmh...maybe if you beg and cry I won't snap your mind in twain. I might even release you. You can beg, can't you?"

 [22:51] Sakuya Mura: Sakuya’s world reeled further when Aislinne’s voice filled her mind once more, even though the obsidian creature before her was not speaking aloud. Combined with the waves of pleasure assaulting the poor hunter’s mind, she was so disoriented that she wasn’t entirely sure which thoughts were hers and which were the words of her captor. She came once more as she was crushed back into the door, her legs shaking now from the orgasmic bliss as her lewd moans echoed throughout the study. Her body was still shuddering and limply twitching as she was carried through the room, the girl struggling to regain her senses amongst the ever spreading heat.

She settled down onto her hands and knees with a soft sigh; the position was almost relaxing after all the time she’d spent strung up on the wall. She looked up at Cecily with dull, unfocused eyes that widened slightly when she saw the drone suddenly sprout a shiny, black cock before sinking to her knees directly before the downed hunter. Sakuya could not see Aislinne or her cock, but she could feel it’s heat as it hovered outside her embarrassing hole. She shook her head meekly, knowing what those cocks could do to her, to her mind in her current state. She’d never withstand the pleasure intact. “P-please! Don’t do this, don’t m-make me like her!” Sakuya sobbed desperately, mustering all of her willpower just to form the words. “I-I’m begging you; I-I don’t want to… I don’t want it… I don’t…” Her voice trailed off as the transformation crept up her breasts, slowly turning them into glistening round orbs and making her flush anew from the surge of warmth.

 [23:04] Aislinne: Silence hung in the room for a few long moments, the last echoes of Sakuya's pathetic begging slowly fading away. A few moments later, laughter rang through the room. Aislinne threw her head back, cackling like the madwoman she was, the sound piercing and reverberating in the near-dollified hunter's head. Reduced to shivering giggles and sharp breaths, the woman eventually began to find some sort of calm, peeping out a few chuckling bits once in a while. "That was good. You're very good. If I still had a heart, I might've bought it. But unfortunately for you, your newly changed suit bonds at the molecular level. It IS your skin, my little drone-to-be. And soon...there'll be nothing left. Enjoy!"

Hands found Sakuya's hips, fingers digging in and squeaking out with the sound of latex on latex, and with a harsh slam forward Aislinne hilted herself inside of a stretched dollhole. Still tight, still likely incredibly painful, but she'd already fiddled with the girl's brain enough. Pain was pleasure. Pleasure was pleasure. Everything was pleasure. Every sensation was translated into pure heat and delight, Sakuya's brain slowly becoming cyberized and modified irreversibly. The drone in front of her followed its Mistress's example, glossy fingers digging into hair and tugging hard, burying the thick girlcock down the hunter's throat. The two pulled back in unison, thrusting with brutal, mechanical efficiency. Sakuya's lovely bust was perfectly subsumed, little pebble nipples finally shown through as the changing latex began to rush down her arms. She looked nude at this point, but she wasn't. But she was. And soon, with the last of her girlishy muscular arms taken, fingers given a perfect change, all that was left was her head, with Aislinne's corruption slowly tickling up Sakuya's neck...

 [23:19] Sakuya Mura: As Aislinne’s laughter rang through the air, Sakuya’s heart sank and a chill ran down her already tingling spine. She knew deep down what that laughter meant, even before the nano-being regained her composure enough to speak. “P-please… No…” Sakuya groaned, her face twisted in pleasure and despair both as latex engulfed her swinging breasts and her fate was spelled out for her plainly. She didn’t want to believe it was true, but in her current condition, she couldn’t disprove it. Her skin was shiny, black and squeaky; perfect and warm; tight and final. She could barely tell where her skin began and the suit ended and when those cocks thrust into her, those lines blurred altogether.

“N-nnnoooooooo!” She squealed as she was taken from behind, her O-shaped hole instantly stretched wider than ever around the rigid invader. It should have hurt, it should have hurt her terribly but instead her still vacant hole gushed with yet another unwanted release. Her wailing was quickly silenced by another pounding member and she was forced to gag and choke as Cecily bulged her throat again and again in time with her Mistress. The cocks found a rhythm, and with each powerful thrust into her holes, it was like more of the hunter’s mind was forced out of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as each pounding, loud smack of latex on latex made it harder and harder for her to focus on anything else. By the time the black transformation had reached her chin there was little left of Sakuya save for her lust, her terror and most of all that all-encompassing heat.

 [23:32] Aislinne: While the rhythm was strangely cold and efficient despite the room filling with Aislinne's groans and grunts and whatever terrible, pitiful noises Sakuya let escape. Squeaks and schlrks, the slick sounds of rubbery sex were background noise to the twisted symphony the woman and her nearly complete doll composed. It seemed like Aislinne was already climaxing, hot ropes of something gushing inward and filling the hunter up, but its purpose was far darker than merely claiming the girl. It surged through her body, vile and foreboding, a fresh surge of new heat worming its way through Sakuya's body. With every pump, the girl began to...change. Bigger breasts, wider hips, thicker thighs, an even plumper ass that Aislinne delighted in testing out. Bit by bit, the tone of her body was subsumed by a voluptuous transformation. By the end of it, her breasts were at least three cup sizes bigger, with quite the set of new curves to match. A new, shiny ass jiggled in tune with the monstrous woman's thrusts, and soon...

A real climax. She cried out, burying her cock in full one last time, painting Sakuya's insides with glossy jism. The drone pillaging the hunter's throat did the same, manufactured spunk gushing downward and truly defiling the near-broken captive. By now, the change had flowed even higher, seemingly avoiding Sakuya's face for the time being and instead crawling everywhere around it. Hair was subsumed, broken down, no longer needed with the girl's head becoming a smooth, perfect dome. Flowing into her ears, hiding them from view, the rubber worming its way inside to mate the suit with her utterly changed brain. Everything but her face was taken, her sister finally pulling free to stand perfectly once more. Aislinne pulled out with a violent schlick, sighing in delight and watching her seed slowly ooze from the toylike hole.

"Haaah...nearly done, dear. Anything left in that head of yours?" As if some sort of mercy, the technomistress allowed her nearly complete drone to "rest" on hands and knees, stewing in the new form, the last of the rubber tickling at the edges of Sakuya's face.

 [23:49] Sakuya Mura: Sakuya whimpered softly, a muffled, pitiable sound that barely made it past the wet slurping sounds her ravaged mouth was producing all on its own, as she felt Aislinne begin to release inside of her. The sinister fluid seemed to seep through her entire body, tingling warmly and erotically as it made it’s way to the girl’s more feminine regions. She could not see the effects, but she could feel them: each relentless thrust made her hips jiggle just a bit more, her breasts swing just a tad further, her ass wobble just a smidge longer. Before she knew it, her body was lewd and unrecognizable as her own; if it weren’t for her dazed and vacant face framed within the ever encroaching latex, she’d be completely unrecognizable.

And then came the true release, and the powerful, thick and potent spunk flooded Sakuya from both ends. She screamed, a garbled, pathetic sound as the seed sunk into her warm insides, the force of their orgasms sending her into yet another of her own. As the suit filled her ears to meet with the nanites already destroying her brain, there was little left for them to take. Cecily withdrew her cock, but the hunter’s mouth remained open, a trickle of spunk and drool dribbling from the side of it as the girl panted softly. Her eyes were glassy and completely vacant, the mind behind them completely burned out; or so it appeared. The girl’s mouth twitched; once, twice, three times before forming a single breathless word:

“P-Puhlease…”

 [00:05] Aislinne: It came as a surprise, at the very least. She knew brainwaves were minimal at the moment, but the girl having enough of a cogent mind to still beg was a delight. Strong 'til the end. It was almost a shame to effectively end such a life, but Aislinne merely thought of it as rebirth. Her precious, ludicrously sexualized drone was at the cusp of its new life, and Aislinne wanted to be there to send it off. So, she wrapped her arms around Sakuya's middle, tentacles wriggling in to hold and help the limp body along. Pulled upward, and the two were soon standing, the tentacles falling away and leaving the two alone. The woman turned her nearly entirely changed prize around, pressing her body forward and mashing her own not unimpressive rack into the now larger one before her. Hands slipped high, low, one wrapping around the ex-hunter's waist, the other gently cupping her cheek. It was almost loving in a way, Aislinne's eyes gazing deeply into empty, flameless orbs of azure. She realized her captive was truly beautiful, but things didn't have faces. Lips hung barely an inch from one another, but they never quite met. Soon enough, they wouldn't be able to again.

The last of Sakuya was slowly taken. It crawled up to her lips, forcing them into the same 'O' as her other holes, perfect and doll-like, rushing down her throat and reconfiguring everything inside. Gushing down, smoothing, ribbing, and soon the girl's mouth was little more than an onahole. Rushing up, over her nose, smoothing it over as if it were never there. Encroaching from above, the sides, everywhere, only her eyes remained, and Aislinne stayed locked on them the entire time. A last stroke of a now forever-rubberized cheek, and the cruel woman signalled the end.

"Goodbye, Sakuya." The latex flowed in, hiding her eyes for good, the spot just as smooth and featureless as the rest of her head save for that lewd, lewd hole. It triggered a cacophony of violence inside, a last, brutal brainwashing, a million Aislinnes whispering and cooing of obedience, of dronehood, of empty servitude. The white noise became a whirlpool, drowning, unforgiving, the technological nightmare ensuring that there was nothing left save complete and utter emptiness. A sigh...and she stepped back, eyes still locked on the new drone's 'face'.

"Stand. Stand rigid. Stand strong. Show me that there's only obedience inside."

 [00:22] Sakuya Mura: Sakuya made no move to resist as she was lifted up and into her soon to be Mistress’s loving arms. She barely supported her own weight for now, slumping and squeaking against Aislinne’s glistening body as she valiantly fought the corruption in the last place she had left: her mind. It was a lost cause however, and as Sakuya gazed deeply into her captor’s eyes, she could practically feel the last of her will melting away. Her lips worked open and shut a few times, grazing the nano-being’s faintly and almost trying to form words that she no longer knew how to say, their meaning lost on the fading girl.

Those lips worked their last, a faint gargle welling up from her throat as the corruption took them both and turned them into yet another inviting hole, indistinguishable from her others. The latex took her face, it’s warmth radiating directly into her mind as her cheeks and forehead were smoothed out and converted until only her eyes were left. She stared blankly into the icy light of Aislinne’s intense gaze, allowing the nano-being to watch as the little spark Sakuya had left faded away, buried by the torrent of commands, whispers and heat that engulfed what remained of her brain. By the time her eyes had been completely smoothed over and her face was a featureless mask, Sakuya Mura was no more. The voluptuous drone that remained heeded it’s Mistress’s command and stood up under its own power now. Shiny arms locked to wide hips, and the drone stood at rigid attention, its anonymous mask staring straight ahead as it awaited the command of it’s mind, it’s Mistress.

 [00:33] Aislinne: The last little snap was just as delicious as all the others, the intimate connection to another's mind allowing Aislinne to feel the exact moment one's very self was lost. As she looked over the newly converted object, a full smile finally creeped itself across her lips. "Foolish little girl. You stick your head where it doesn't belong and some day you'll lose it for good." She laughed again, long and hard, a cruel cackle at the pitiful fate of Sakuya. Eventually calming down, she slipped to her new doll's side, an arm sneaking around its waist. She pulled it tight to her, planting a soft kiss on its cheek while the one that was formerly Cecily came to its owner's opposite side. The nano-being's other arm slipped around that one, a trio of rubbery things, but only one of them was sentient. Unfortunately for poor Cecily, a small seed of her self was still active, but that changed a moment later. A tentacle jammed itself down the girl's throat, pumping the same strange fluid that had corrupted Sakuya's body, filling it out and dissolving her hair underneath. It jerked, it twitched, but it never truly fought, far too gone to care at this point. When the glossy appendage slithered free, there was quite literally no difference between the two drones Aislinne had on either arm. The hivemind was complete, and Aislinne's hunger was sated for the moment.

...One hunger, anyway. "Come, lovelies. Let us retire to the bedroom. We've a long night ahead of us..." One last step, a small piece of "individuality" if one could call it that. With a strange hiss, white barcodes and letters formed upon both drones' faces. Just above where eyes would be, identifiers appeared, truly marking them as nothing more than things. Cecily forever became IO-7364, and Sakuya was permanently christened RG-0284. Emblazoned, set, done, Aislinne took a turn, heading right for her quarters with both drones in tow. It had truly been a lovely day...