[01:39] Witch-Bitch: The nights in new Tokyo were spectacular. Perhaps through some demonic influence, it seemed to possess a false moon, always full, hovering far out of reach and illuminating the chaotic streets below. It was a grim scene, red, purple, white blood smeared like a palette upon fair skin. You'd think she'd been finger painting, Masane—tonight known less innocuously as The Red Witch. She'd made an awful habit on these restless nights, roaming the tight alleys and sating her primal hunger with hair and claws. She'd built some reputation, though mostly amongst the lower-level goons. These things tends to happen, she thought. The sound of a heavyset body collapsed behind her, Glasgow grin beaming from ear to ear before parting to serve access to her long, winding tongue as it licked her digits lovingly clean.

"If you had more sense than muscle," the witch groaned, eyes crowing as she smiled again, "you might wanna go that way." Her head jerked up, gesturing behind them. It came as no surprise that few, if any ran. It'd be a disgrace, but more than that, the lot were "Meatheaded bloodbags," Masane snipped, kicking one foot to the side and cocking her hip. Despite their resistance, her eyes were ablaze in frenzy and desire. She wasn't even close to finished for the night.

It wasn't until the "morning" after, almost 1PM, that the adoptive mother sang through the door to her local gym. "Mmn, heiyoo~" she croaked, one arm up and stretched. She looked like a totally different woman, her cowlick prominently slicing the air. Though her outfit was modest, anything could lay underneath a matching yellow tracksuit and gym bag. It bore a single white stripe down the sides, with another crossing each breast on their downward journey. "Hey, hey, hey" Masane sounded, fingergunning her way down the workout area in a poor Engrish accent, innocently laughing to herself. "Coach? I'm here f'r more training." Now on the other end of the gym, she rapped her knuckles against the manager's door. His office's lights were out, so it seemed he wasn't in. "Hum. Maybe I should change first, then..."
[01:54] Mactator: "Think you're so fucking good..." "God, those fuckings tits." "-teach this cunt a fucking lesson..." Orcs were common, lowly demons that despite their size, strength and aphrodisiac cum were too cowardly and timid to threaten a truly powerful warrior. They were, ultimately, bullies at heart and only dared to use their dim wits against someone of the Red Witch's power. "Red Witch? More like Red Bitch. C'mon lads, lets s-show her..." Hadn't heard that one before. The lead orc's threat died midway as she licked her lips, a seductive smile accompanying that hypnotic hip cock. [i]Fuck.[/i] "Y-you slutty little-I'll, I'll fucking crush your skull you-"

The gym seemed to be empty despite the time of day, the only sound being a few TV monitors, some cameras whirring back and forth and the pounding music of the gym, some pop music that managed to be as catchy as it was tedious. As she hovered around the door then, a big heavy hand set on her shoulder. Despite being just a gnarled, muscular back hand, it seemed to almost weigh on her, pressing her down. A familiar scent tickled her nose, sweat and a [i]real[/i] man. "Sup Melony. What can I do for you Sugar?" His shadow towered over her, 'Ronson's size almost pinning her against the the manager's office.
[01:57] Mactator: "You got my money? Strip."
[02:13] Witch-Bitch: Her nose noticed him before her feet, or her ears did. Nearly turning around, she found herself halted, forcefully frozen by a coarse palm digging into her shoulder. There was a quiet, instinctive moan, lips parting on their own. A trembling smile finally spun to greet him eyes-to-chin. It was hard to really feel on equal level with the guy, being both so much taller but as burly as he was. It was obvious he knew the effect he had on Masane, though... she was single and it really didn't harm anyone, did it? The girl's eyebrow twitched as he let her playful nickname slip. She clearly wasn't a fan, but it wasn't like the Witch was in a position to argue with him. Pinned against the door, she started "Y'know, th-the usual routine. I need to get tougher, last night I got-" Tugging at her collar to show something off, the large lout interrupted her with his only command.

Like an attentive little ra\\bbit, she shocked upright, straight as a board on her tiptoes. "Yes! I mean yes, yeah- Yes, sir. I- I've got it—your cash." She was a mess, yanking the strap of her gym bag up by her teeth, one hand violently digging through it for her wallet while her other parallel digits skillfully freed the track jacket from its zip. At Bronson's request, she was wearing her white, lycra top with "BLACKED" embroidered across the bust and waistlines. She had to sew them herself in fact, as homework. Finally grabbing hold of the coinpurse, Masane let the rest of the bag and its contents simply slip from her shoulder, the track jacket following immediately after. Stuffing the wallet in 'Ronson's chest for him to hold, the mom tucked both thumbs into her pants, doing an embarrassing little dance to squeeze her fat ass out of the damn thing, finally hitting the tile with a quiet thud. Her shorts matched the top, though their colouring was questionable. Every little bead of sweat Masane had let slip, simply from the burly beast of a man's sheer presence, threatened to stain her clothes. By the end of a long workout, the outfit could hardly be called opaque. Taking back whatever Ronson had let her keep, she tossed the wallet to the ground and stood comically at attention. A palm raised flat in salute, letting him examine her posture and, more obviously, Masane's kickin' curves.
[02:23] Mactator: The empty wallet made a lighter than normal "thud" as it fell to the ground, Ronson taking at least $250 out of it and stuffing it into his pants. Little Masane had picked [i]quite[/i] the trainer, the huge black man standing at over 6'3, gym shorts and a wife beater thrown on him, framing an animal's body. He had the shoulders and neck of a bull while his arms were as built as a gorilla's. His abs, his chest, the hair and corded muscles. This...This was a [i]real[/i] man, the scent of him alone enough to sear the Blacked Bunny's nostrils as she could practically taste the slick sheen of his biceps or that chunky, hot, stinking cum in his balls. She'd had enough samples already. His eyes ran over her from head to toe, resting on those fat tits, that smooth dancer's belly, her flaring child bearing hips and those big, juicy ass cheeks squeezed into those [i]barely[/i] there spats. A good thing the rest of him was so ruggedly masculine as with split lips, a missing tooth and a thrice broken nose, he wasn't much to look at.

The hand on her shoulder moved to her throat then, picking the brunette off the ground casually, with utter ease. She was like a paperweight, a bauble to be thrown around and played with. That huge, monstrous paws he ca
[02:27] Mactator: Paw he called a right hand seized her slender neck then, sausage thick fingers squeezing the life from her, forcing her neck out. "You're fifty short, Meat. Not impressed. Say sorry." His left hand drew back then before he slammed an uppercut so hard into her stomach, her tight tummy indenting around that ham sized fist, that if she wasn't off her feet already, she would be. "Apologise..." The hand on her neck tightened then while he traced her face with the other, his thumb rubbing along her big, dick sucking lips before it pushed inside as he lifted her up, pushing her face into his sweating stomach and cheese grating her against it. She was so soft, supple, succulent. Like a little veal cutlet. Succulent. "I got a lotta bitches to work with. You gonna do me $50 short and expect me to waste time on you Bitch?"
[02:42] Witch-Bitch: What was an excitable, peppy expression quickly had the colour drained from it. It wasn't the first time Sir had hoisted her up, and it probably wouldn't be the last. She'd forgotten that the price went up each time, and simply hadn't checked to make sure she packed enough. Clumsy Melony, it seemed. However, a totally different picture was soon painted. Though she stammered "S-sor-" before Bronson's cataclysmic gut-check, one look at her face could see the way she clenched her teeth. Lips curled up, spit flying into the man's broad chest, Masane's eyes only crawled upwards. Irises fluttered against her eyelashes, a loud and forced groan echoing the empty halls. Only 'Ronson's all-access pass parted her teeth, the obedient Meat letting him in without resistance or complaint—not that her lungs were up to it. Choking up, she sputtered as lips and tongue eagerly suckled his grimy, disgusting thumb.

The MILF-bunny nodded her head like a rabid animal, mustering up whatever willpower and oxygen she had left to croak with. "Sh-shorrrieee," the mewling cunt begged. It was a two-faced gesture, her arms betraying her as they wrapped tightly around his stomach, armored with muscle. She only pushed herself further against him, knees totally devoid of strength on the cold tile. One palm gripped his chunky wrist, inspiration finally hitting with a gaze that spoke only blind devotion. "Leht me maachke it upp," cunt-for-brains drooled, rising into a low squat. Her free hand reached for the bustline of her top, yanking it out so Sir could simply look into it from above like she was a cheap flasher. Her hips bucked on their own, grinding and humping his leg, truthfully exemplifying the dynamic of the situation with a wet line drawn from thigh to thigh. "Bettt'rrr?"
[02:55] Mactator: He grit his teeth then, delighted at the complete lack of resistance. "Looks like you know you're place, Cunt." His teeth snapped together as he stared at those huge, bouncy tits as they were tugged from, dropping out for him and bouncing with a jiggle. It was almost absurd how busty Masane was, her body ripe in every way imaginable. The black man's thumb, marred with grit, sweat and some oil from the machines, kept playing with her tongue as it hung from her mouth, before coaxing her to suckle on the dewed sweat on his waistband. This close, she could almost [i]taste[/i] the heavenly aroma of ballsweat, cock grease, smegma and dirt that she'd soon be suckling on, that absolute womb broom of a big black cock. "Just give me the $50 next week. No harm done. You still need your holes trained, right?"

His foot pushed out when she slid to the bottom of it, catching that fat puffy wet mound and squishing it, his weight smooshing her plump pretty pussy lips a moment before he reached down and smacked that big, juicy ass, barely covered by the shorts that heroically, amazingly clung to them. This slut had more curves than a racetrack and anything she wore warred constantly to be free of its confines and admired by any nearby hands or eyes. Her butt however, despite its truly pants ruiningly juicy size, was still swallowed up by those monstrous hands, her entire butt jiggling as her face was now pressed into that fist like bulge, bullied between his hand and cock. His fingers squeezed, flesh indenting and her phat cushion spilling through his fingers. "You gotta clean your equipment before we do some reps yeah? Loosen out your tongue muscles. We can always do some more bag work if you'd rather, Meat."
[03:09] Witch-Bitch: Masane wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and Sir was being undebatably generous with her. His shorts proved a poor filter, even her unpowered nose sourcing his grime and age-old smeg like they were pressed up straight against her nose. But that was just the pungent virility of a real man, of course. A real man who wasn't afraid to claim her ass with thick, greedy fingers that dug and ground, mauled and squeezed in a display of ownership. His shoes, daring in their endeavour, found themselves soaked. Her shorts were leaking, and like sweat, it only made her cunt plainly visible to see as it unabashedly rubbed against him as just a horny mutt.

Given the green light, Masane wouldn't wait for further encouragement. Her teeth gripped tightly against his waistband. The girl's hands finally caught up halfway down, just as the shorts had gotten snagged against his swollen wombknocker. It took a concentrated effort to lift the cloth up and over, finally slipping it down to his feet where she'd be greeted by her prize. It made her heart flutter every time, the cocktail of emotion produced by his particularly putrid concoction of virility. Plain, unwashed musk lead the charge, a vanguard to smegma both old and new, the stench of pubes that only collected and concentrated his scent, and what was certainly a bead of pre somewhere behind its thick hood. There was something mysteriously intoxicating about his shaft. More than even the hulking beast-man's dominant A-plus type personality, she kept coming back just to get skewered by that thing. It was hard to deny at this point, but the relationship seemed mutually beneficial.

The MILFblade took a long, greedy lap as she suckled on 'Ronson's heavy sack, letting his hanging creature rest against her face, eyes meekly looking up at him through a veil of cock.
[03:21] Mactator: When she finally pulled it out, that beastly fist wide head suckerpunched her face, leaving a smear of old, dried precum, spit and cum. The gnarly, veiny dick was as big as her arm and possibly even bigger, those full heavy balls like apples, hair spiralling from all over the base. It made a pretty picture, Milfsane worshipping her black god underneath it, her tongue praising the sack as she nuzzled her nose into it, that dick resting on her head and oozing down her face, coating her forehead in a film of nutjuice.. It tasted...Bitter. Nasty. A nasty, filthy sack coated in a bitter tang of sweat but one that made her tongue tingle, made her head go white and her body tense. It was almost like an electric tingle. However, even if parts of her fuckbuddy weren't addictive-monster-dick and coated in aphrodisiac cum, she'd still be here, on her knees. Grade A cow like her needed a bull to clean its clock and show her how animals were rutted.

"Yeah, get in nice and deep. Nice and bright, spit polish those nuts...Fuck, you really are some dirty bitch, aren'cha Meat? A little lovin' fucktoy." As if for emphasis, a bead of his precum fell into her cleavage, dripping down that chasm of pert titflesh and under the BLACKED logo. "Heh. Don't forget the dick to though, Cow. Sir wants a fullbody wash." The hand that had been brutalised her ass, kneading it, spanking it, scratching it, clawing it finally pulled up after tugging it into a wedgie, pressing the firm fabric right into her juicy slit and tight pink asshole. Instead, those fat fingers squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples with little tugs. "You brought the door knockers, right? Your nipple rings. To go witih that slutstud through your tongue."
[03:41] Witch-Bitch: The MILFblade found herself in a familiar position, underneath this man. She was careful with his batter bank, shying away just as his blow sent her neck twisted off in one direction, spittle and an affectionate groan following suit. It left a fat red mark against her cheek, adorning her face like the neck wound still healing from last night. They'd both be gone by the next time she transformed, but hell if it didn't sting. Her head was still recovering, dizzy and delirious, before responding with an all-purpose nod. It took her a full second to even realize what she'd agreed to, though polishing his rod was hardly a poor deal by her standards. No sooner than her tongue began the long, arduous journey along his bumpy thickness, he yanked her bottoms up to a surprised yelp. It effortlessly transformed into a husky groan, nearly all-too-familiar, as her dark coach got plenty friendly with her rack. Nodding with vigor, 'Ronson would have no trouble spotting the drop of amber at the center of Masane's eyes. It wouldn't be long now.

The red dye spread from scalp to tip, Witchblade encroaching her body as she obediently dragged a darling line from base to cockhead. Careful of Sir's fingers, the chitin of her blade emerged from the mom's wristlet, exploring and taking her clothes with it. It stopped just short of the burly hulk's fingers, plainly allowing him access to what were now her barest features, T&A both. Just as he'd requested, her fat nipples were adorned with chunky little doorknockers, jewelled red in the centre to match with her tongue-stud. The vermillion tattoos crawled up to Masane's eyes, crowing her transformation just as her kiss crowned the tip of Sir's muscled member. Just a short, husky, and composed laugh sure made her sound in control. But no matter what it looked like, in that form, the Bitch was just a slave to her instincts. And one of them happened to be spearing herself on this man's holy pillar. Stretching her jaw and throat out, she did her god damnest to swallow it all down, but it was always a journey. The Bitchblade's eyes raised a brow, almost offended that it wouldn't go down to the base. Strained groans accompanied her expression of effort, trying and failing to get any further without his powerful help.
[03:53] Mactator: His lips twisted at her smug laugh, irritated as both of his hands went to her piercings, thumbs slipping into the rings and tugging them as he kneaded them with his hungry paws, manhandling and kneading every other second.. Of the two, he definitely preferred her transformation for a plaything, Meat's body only getting riper, juicies, hotter when she shifted but that smug attitude always irritated him. It didn't matter. He was breaking her today. "You're pretty fucking arrogant for a fuckpig, aren't you slut?" His eyes were hot, lusty and as he stared into hers as they slowly shifted from human to corrupted, she could tell he was looking down on her, like the hole she was. One big hand now rested on her head, keeping her in place as she cleaned off the dead skin, the smega and the cum from last time, her tongue peeling back the hood before she sank that big, black cock down her plump dick sucking lips. Bitch's face was well used at this point but she always stayed tight, always stayed primed for his cock. That slender, seductive neck was bulging out now, a sleeve for his fuckstick as she slowly choked herself out on it but was still unable to get to those last few inches, to feel the balls on her chin.

Her Master fixed that. The hand on her head became a claw and the MILFblade could [i]feel[/i] her neck give, her lips deform as she was buried to the root on that cuntcracker, pubes scratching her lips and nose, his balls resting on her wet, sloppy chin. His right hand seized her nipple, tugging hard and twisting as he held her in place, letting her choke on it as that arm sized dick fisted her mouth, forcing the tight muscles to churn and tighten, to milk him. He twisted his dick back and forth, leaving her fully impaled as he moved it around, making sure every single nanometer was sucked clean. Then, he started to thrust. Long, slow steady thrusts to just the head before he'd push back down. All she could smell was mansweat and studlust, all she could taste was a hulking nasty dick stretching out her mouthpussy, all she could see was black, tighten muscles and all she could hear was the wet schluckschlucshchluck of her lips on his tummy and the spit rolling down onto his sack. He was letting her resume control after that little guiding hand.
[04:07] Witch-Bitch: He could see through her games. A little change in looks didn't suddenly mean she wasn't his bitch, from her pierced, throbbing nipples to the ache in her womb. Sir's gatecrasher was enough to have Masane nearly going blank as tore up her throat. In a pathetic display, the witch's hipped twitched and bucked in time with the thug's arrival at the bottom of her throat. She was receiving him, laying out the red carpet almost literally. Though Bronson's own thrusts were slow an deliberate, it only served to highlight the sheer amount of corrupt saliva gushing from Ms. Melons' mouth with each convicted push of his hips. Even as the roaring crack of his balls painted her jaw, she never stopped giving anything but full service—Sir didn't deserve anything but. Her tongue, now just as supernaturally nimble as the rest of her, danced around his tip, slipping into his fleshy hood and dragging lovingly along like a smeg scoop. Really, she wasn't worth much more. They both knew that.

Now free to do as she'd like, the choice was obvious. The Red Witch put both palms against the beast's waist, a determined glare betraying her intent as she sped up. It burned her throat as always, but her effort was rewarded, his dark meat kissing the bottom of her throat over and over. As bitch-saliva attained flight and dicks learned how to really dig, Masane's pretty little eyes curled up, way up. Her moan broke into half a chuckle, no shame in enjoying nothing but the best with her only owner. She put the torque into her neck, twisting her head and tightening her throat in time with the rhythm. The Witchblade wasn't fucking around, and her increasingly loud pleas, muffled by fat cockflesh, only emphasized her devotion to a singleminded crusade. Rancid, gooey, womb-corrupting batter. That's what she'd paid $250 for, and whatever else Sir demanded of her.
[21:06] Mactator: When her throat gave, he let out a hiss of pleasure, something that didn't even really sound...Human. Her palms were rubbing up against skin as giving as stone, smooth and hard and slick with his sweat. Her pale, armoured fingers, even with the chitin, looked small and helpless against the beastly black skin of her owner, the fact her big ripe tits and muscular, marbled butt jiggled every time her rammed his cock home and punched her throat with the tip of his dick, her hips jerking spasmodically as her face was rutted. Streaks of purple lipstick traced along his shaft, highlighting the knobly veins and the seam of his foreskin while her lips kept kissing his nuts over and over, those plump pillows hammered with a gluckgluckgluckgluckgluck. Her face was being treated like it was a pussy, just some hole to fuck-

"Fuck, I love when Meat knows what its for, you stupid cunt." As if to emphaise this, he grabbed her head and pulled her back down, pulled her so her lips were sealed around that monstrous fat and thick bitchbreaker, a cock as big as her arm buried down her throat, rearranging her insides. That disgustingly strong virile smell of a man, of sweat, of filth she'd just sucked clean-She could tell, he'd cum soon. Very soon. Keeping her held like this, he actually shifted his hips and slowly moved around until Masane was actually arching backwards, those hands on her hair holding her backwards while her spit, his precum drooled down her face and around her chicks, now running down her body and dripping in her hair. Her nose and eyes were covered by his ballsack, her brain now practically frying as its cooked and marinated in manspunk. He grit his lips then, growling. "Last cardio check-" His hips were gunning, hard. He was now fucking her face so hard and fast it was like he was trying to break it, his balls clunking against the top of her head as he let go of her hair, using her tits for leverage to fuck her face as he crushed them, yanked the piercings and used them to keep enough force for-
[21:08] Witch-Bitch: ((O hec there's more.))
[21:08] Mactator: {should i post the nut now or let you react to this?}
[21:09] Witch-Bitch: ((Nah, go for it. I can see ya' got started, so might as well.))
[21:09] Mactator: {I think saving a post for it might be better just to focus on it}
[21:10] Witch-Bitch: ((Sure.))
[21:25] Witch-Bitch: His words stung as they impacted her unsightly expression, jaw nearly at its limit stretched open by each cacophonous punch from his slimy jawbreaker. Masane had the vitality to continue where most sleeves would give up, an ostensibly livid visage painted across her features—like she'd been fighting his cock using solely her mouth. There was a tell-tale twitch, the pulse that'd certainly call forth a torrent of virile, thick nut-sludge. Without even time to prepare, the witch found her weaponized locks held hostage, yanked back and surprisingly so. Just like that, her focus broke, eyes wide in shock while the arm-thick piston scraped her throat clean. In such an uncomfortable position, the seal of her lips began to crack, saliva, pre, dirt, and grease gushing as soon as it could. A cocktail of gross, unidentifiable batter drooled from her lips, crawling every which way as it made pilgrimage—to her mountainous tits, voluminous hair, and of course no insignificant amount getting caught even earlier, arrested by eager eyebrows.

Her face was already a mess, red with exhaustion and embarrassment both, adorned by Sir's infamous juices. She did her best, Masane's tongue finally crossing her lips and into the open air as it stretched as far down Bronson's monstrous cock as it could reach. Evidently, he wasn't the only one feeling it, the witch preparing herself with arms [i]tying themselves[/i] behind her waist, hips bucking weakly like a horny whelp. No sooner than she was freed was her chest imprisoned, meaty fingers digging in a clawed clutch, printing their nails and fingers in deep red against her fair skin. "NNghhhhchhk~" was all she could manage with what air was left. Nothing more than a meat sleeve for breaking, and she'd all but given him the go-ahead. How many times had she paid for this by now? Sir's heavy pulse against her lips was a comfort, closing her eyes as he ramped up with plenty of titflesh for leverage. Muffled howls eeked from between her lips, more focused on cushioning the object of her affection than wailing like the banshee she was.
[21:35] Mactator: A cascade of cum pumped out of his cock and balls, a fire hose of the chunky, thick jizz which came out in a clotted stream of man spunk, so much of it emptying from those fat, black balls that it was like she'd tried chugging a keg. Her nose and lips overflowed, that drugged aphrodisiac cum seeping into her body, branding her a monster's bitch as cum so thick she could chew the nutbatter mixed with smegma, her spit, her smudged makeup and even a stray pube or two to make an outright toxic mix. Her entire body warmed up, her heart now pulsing faster as the slimy cocktail did its mix, Sir hammering three more hard pumps into her...Before he stayed buried there, his eyes rolling with pleasure, balls churning as they utterly coated the bitch's insides, face and body with enough baby batter to impregnate a hundred fertile bitches. All wasted on her feeding. "Drink up Cunt. Slurp all of that fucking protein shake into that, you cumdumpster!"

As his cock still flooded her, his big dark hands kept tearing at her tits, painting them red with manhandling, nails digging into those two, big soft pillows as they moved from over to her underbust, letting her be marked by his seed. Pinned as she was like this, hands propping her up and letting him drip everywhere, it must have been exhausting. But he didn't seem to give a shit about her, especially not with how he finally dragged himself out of her mouth and along that slick, hot worshipping tongue and let out a final few spurts on her face and tits, as if to seal her humiliation. Then, she wasn't so much place as dropped into the pool of all their juices, to soak in it. "You're like a fucking pig in your sty. C'mon, clean it up. The next load's gonna be the one to finally put a bun in your oven, Meat."
[21:51] Witch-Bitch: The exhausted witch was treated to a load like a geyser, hydrating her insides with enough force to hurt as it pushed and fought its way down her windpipe. Masane did her god damnest to aide it, swallowing harshly and painfully in time with each new wave of alpha ballbatter. She could tell it was the high-tier stuff, because it absolutely reeked. Rancid, beastly, putrid, and viscous juice that wouldn't be kept down. Her stomach rumbled, threatening a forced exit, but just for now her willpower had kept it steady, until Sir finally freed his hose and focused more tightly against her plump rack. Even though she'd gone slack in her efforts to concentrate on serving her coach, she was kept painfully suspended. Of course, without missing a beat, Masane collapsed as soon as he'd let her go, face caked in disgusting and vile seed. Corrupted, ruined... messy.

The pool she'd landed in was significant, wide enough to blanket her whole body and add further insult to the broken witch. Fondly eyeing up at Sir, her gaze grew hollow. There was a short pause before... his generous deposit of spunk came flowing back out, right where it'd gone in. A loud cough predated the short sputtering torrents of jizz, flying in shallow arcs that paid no care and landed from her tits to her thighs, even further smearing against her face. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, her imminent climax was obvious. Weak gyrations grew, slowly, until they became frantic, even feral. Finally launching her hips skyward, they froze. "SS-siirr- HHnnnNGGHHGHH" She whined, echoing against the gym's tile. It was obvious the claw on her mons wasn't airtight, as a clear spray erupted from all directions, split by the overelaborate design of the crotchpiece she bore. The bitch's eyes crawled up and up, until they fluttered pathetically against her eyelashes, writhing and humping the air while spraying her weak little girlcum just from having her throatpussy rawed. An exhausted mess, the defeated Masane made a herculean effort, dragging her gaze up to meet the man that'd just left her throat sore. "Thanchk yoou," she mewled softly.
[21:56] Mactator: He didn't respond at first. Instead, a big sneaker found its way to her stomach and with a stamp, crushed her tummy. If she had any more cum in her, she'd empty now. "Cumming your brains out after vomiting your dinner fuckin' everywhere...You're a classy cunt, aren'tcha?" With a sneer, he pressed once more on her stomach until it was a taut, toned tummy again and stepped back, shaking off some of the cum that'd gotten on his shoe. "Clean up that fuckin' mess, then yourself, Meat. I don't want any of that fuckin' pig feed coatin' me too, just because you're such a slut you can't help rollin' in it." He rolled his shoulders, satisfied then before sitting back and pulling out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a puff. "Snappy too. We're only startin' your workout. Gotta see how much that pussy can take next."
[22:07] Witch-Bitch: It was no small feat, cleaning all that up. But her quickness was to be debated. Obviously, without any tools, Masane could only resort to her spongy tits and wide pale of a tongue to do the job. Though, smearing her chest and lips against the floor, she was lost in thought. Normally, especially after juicing herself like that, she'd have transformed back. Yet she didn't, the girl noted. By the time she was even half-finished, Sir could've burned the white, ghostly image of her ass into his eyes. But at the very least, Masane was diligent. The effort was backed in two equal parts: The mom's experience cleaning messes, and the deep desire to have her guts rearranged into the shape of Bronson's spade. It helped that the rancid scent and disgusting taste spurred her to savour it, slow but at least steady.

She didn't stand to attention. No, finished, Masane practically begged. Pretzelling herself atop the "spotless" floor, she raised her ankles all the way up, hooking them under elbows that took the opportunity to entwine, locking herself like that. With a deep breath, like she'd only just finished the job, the janitor fuckmeat looked up at the towering black figure of muscle impatiently watching her. "I'm done. So ya' gonna gut me or what, big guy?" It seemed she'd regained some composure in her time, however you could when you were shamelessly drinking cum off the dirty floor. Her foot tapped against the air, eager and rude. It was obvious she wanted it, but something so direct was hard to outright say...
[22:12] Mactator: {what'cha think of outting a ciggie on a tongue?}
[22:12] Witch-Bitch: ((I dig it.))
[22:17] Mactator: His foot lashed out, kicking her ass lightly as it wriggled back and forth while she was cleaning. His hands spanked her, harassed her, handled her like a cow or a mare as she went about her sacred duty. When she was finally done and spun around, presenting herself to him, the black bull took his cigarette from his mouth, turning it around. Looking at it thoughtfully...Or at least what passed for thoughtfully with a thuggish face like his, scarred and missing a few teeth. He knelt down between her legs, his hands going to hers and moving them to her ankles, cranking her legs all the way back for mating press. "Gonna have to beg better than that, Bitch. My Bitchblade took way too long enjoying her dinner. I might get another sleeve, you keep this lazy shit up." He held out the cigarette then, dumping a load of ash into her mouth before catching her tongue with his left hand. He played with it, curling her slender muscle around his fingers and fishhooking her mouth. Like she was just a bauble. Suddenly, that cigarette pressed against her wet mouth with a 'tssss', burning a little scar before he let go of it.

"Beg me better than that Bitch. Beg me to breed you. I'm mighty fucking sick of this high attitude you got when you're quivering there like a sow in heat. You better prove to me you want this cock." She hadn't turned back either. Her eyes were slavish. This was it. He'd seal her as a monster's only hole now, brand the bitch as a demonslut.
[22:28] Witch-Bitch: Being guided by the thuggish brute was a guilty pleasure, and one she tried to keep under wraps. Did a pretty poor fuckin' job, considering how much she paid him every time to do just that. Wincing from the gross, dry taste of the ash, her disgust was interrupted by a loud yelp as the cigarette burned its mark just under her red tongue stud. Ever the compassionate mate, Sir didn't wait for her to finish crying, instead interrupting the outburst with more orders. His voice, words, and tone made her knees shiver. They'd have shut if they weren't pried apart against the floor.

With a trembling smile and cheeks that began to glow, Masane mustered her willpower and forced the words from her throat. "I..." Nope. She had to clear it first and try again. "I'd fuckin' love it if you gave me the [u]privilege[/u] of treating my lowly witch-cunt to your heavy wombwrecker. P- Ehe... P-paint my womb black with your strong swimmers and gut me like a goddamn fish." Eyes shut tight, she peeked one open just to meekly ask. "Please, Sir? Nothing'd make me happier." Just like the puddle of cum, she seemed to clean up her pride, packed away somewhere tight for the monster to fuck into oblivion. Her nervous swallow was painfully audible, furthering the awkward tension in the mom's chest. Her heart was beating like an abuser, silently waiting for its partner to stab deep in retaliation.
[22:28] Witch-Bitch: ((I made a weird ass analogy, but I laughed so I kept it.))
[22:31] Mactator: {that fucking ending post though}
[22:31] Mactator: {should he go orc now or when he's inside}
[22:31] Witch-Bitch: ((Ye, that's the one. Idk, up to you, dog. Maybe on entry?))
[22:39] Mactator: The black man's eyes narrowed as she spoke, that husky contralto now begging for his cock like the lowly little slut she was. His teeth viced shut and his lips opened, his cock visibly throbbing at what she said. Reaching out with his hands, her legs slid past his and lifted up, now high in the air while his rock hard body, all those massive muscles crushed down on top of her, pinning the still-sticky witch in place. She'd done a decent job of cleaning herself but after that fucking firehydrant she'd had let loose on her, her skin was slick with sweat and the remnants of cum. Normally, anyone who saw Masane would think she was muscular, even more so when she was the Red Witch. But pinned under him like this, her plump tits giving under his chest, her butt cheeks deforming as his massive hands slid into them again? She was just fuckmeat. Ripe, marbled fuckmeat ready to be spitted and consumed.

He obliged. That cuntcrusher slid along the walls out of tight wet pussy once, her pasty long cast aside to leave her honey pot dripping and exposed. He pumped once, twice against that tiny mound, bullying it against the arm sized shaft, the head like a pulsing red fist against her tummy. "You don't know how long I've [b]waited for this-"[/b] He hissed, his dark brown eyes turning to a red as studs and knobs started to emerge from his dick, that fuckstick now growing in size and dimensions even as he lined up with her sinfully tight punani and began to split her open, lips contorting around the grotesque head as it turned from pink to purple, a muscle gut crushing against her as that black beast became and even bigger, even more masculine one...An Orc. Sir, her owner and the man she'd been paying for over a week was an orc...Of course, if she could still think as that still growing, still mutating male started to crush her cervix.
[22:51] Witch-Bitch: He was so fuckin' heavy. Even in that form of hers, the lout felt dense as tungsten. She'd been wondering for a while, and only today would she have her answer as Sir grew, grotesque and hulking. He punched an entry into her mons, straight knocking the wind out of Masane as her eyes struggled to focus on the blurry figure, expanding and hueshifting. She delivered a half-glazed stare, just trying to comprehend what was happening. Her private walls had a better understanding as warts and bumps grew to distend her guts further. Trapped in her pretzelled state, claws digging hard into her plump cushion, she was practically just along with the ride—opposite her worst enemy. Filthy fucking reproduction monkeys. Once submissive eyes turned sour, then spicy. "Hey, you fuc-" she stopped, resistance forced away by the near-literal battering ram knocking at her womb. "NnghHhH" Masane groaned, teeth grit as slutty sounds escaped her lips.

Her eyes were ready to burn a hole through the burgeoning beast, but there was no power in her body. It all made sense now. "You fuckin' asshole. Y-you conditioned me!" Well known was the addictive properties of Orc cum, the very same she'd just willingly slurped off the floor like a pig bitch. Every powerful push knocked little bits of reason from her brain. It wasn't long before her vocal vitrol slowed and stopped, replaced by the slutty howls of just another sow in heat. Her tender little nubs throbbed, pushing against their own skin as they pressed, udders squashed against Sir's broad abs. "Hhgn- F-for fuck's sake," she huffed, "it's not fair."
[23:04] Mactator: With a final sudden shock, the orc revealed his true self. A hulking fat gut pressed on her stomach, pressing into the bulge that had now formed against her dancer's belly, a perfect mold of the monsterdick utterly reworking her insides. If his prior cock had been comperable to her arm, this...The musky male scent she'd grown to love had an additional scent now, an acidic tang to it that was distinctive of the monkeys she slaughtered every day but now...Now it was mixed with Sir's aroma. The scent of an orc and a man were blending to become one, tricking her into thinking she wanted both equally. If that didn't work, the fact her hips were being broken probably would, that fist of a cockhead crushing and crumpling her womb over and over, her cervix taking haymaker after haymaker as the wet shlapshlap of his skin off hers, of the fwip of his balls off that big round ass and the wet little splurts that accompanied her cum and his precum getting scooped out and running down her thighs.

Behind clamped teeth he growled, his rhythm of long slow hard thrusts that threatened to turn her inside out before breaking her body jackhammering her. "Not so fucking smug now, are you Meat? Nah, you're just a fucking orc sleeve now, a hole for demons and demons [b]only.[/b]" To emphasize that, his right hand pulled up before spanking that cushy ass, his monstrous paws so big he could now hold an entire cheek at once. He towered over her even more, his sheer bulk so much it was like she was fucking a horse or a bull and not some demon. "I been conditionin' ya alright. Breaking ya. You'll be the Red Bitch now, once I nut in your womb and seal a pact.  Your body for demons and your womb for monsters, y'er gonna get your ass sold to the Chaos Arena~" She felt his left thumb probing her asshole before pushing inside, the demon rutting her, mating her even as he spat vitrol. "You killed so many orcs, so y'er gonna make it up to us...All of us. Rape you til you fucking die, Meat."