A Fallen Falls Further.

Elyn Aroma stares at the mirror to stare at herself as well. Whynot.



Aislinne stands behind Elyn all creepy like and stares at her as well through the mirror.



Elyn Aroma quivers, her eyes eventually rolling towards the 'shadow' behind her in the mirror, leaning over slight as she can playfully slide her eyes along Aislinne's gorgeous all perversely through the mirror. Ass wiggling backwards to playfully knock her rump into the goo monster's crotch, and idly rub it up and down.



Aislinne twitches backward a half step, but recovers quickly and moves forward to claim her luscious angel. A step, and her crotch roughly grinds into the woman's plump ass, the rubbermonster's impressive bust squashing into Elyn's back while her hands glide forward to lock around a curvy waist. Her chin nuzzles into the other woman's left shoulder while her eyes stay locked onto the mirror as unblinkingly as ever.

"How's my toy this morning?"



Elyn Aroma smiled so very deviously, as if she had managed to catch Aislinne off guard- but so quickly she feels her return the step, that luscious, black-rubbery entrapped form bucking forwards with a grind that could only make her thoroughly groan from just how overly sensitive her slutty body was. Her cheeks burned a weak red and she leaned further over, offering more of that abundant, plush ass for those gorgeous hips to grind into as that luxurious body squeezed against her, heavy, rubbery breasts grinding into her back with every delicious movement. A nuzzle later and she found herself staring at that eternally motionless face, a soft little gasp escaping her lips, as she only found her teeth claiming the bottom one for but a moment, before lowly whispering. "Horny, desperate, Overly sensitive. Your 'angelic-doll' is as lustful as ever, My Glossy, Obsidian Goddess."



Aislinne keeps her hold around Elyn's waist tight while the new skin gifted to her last night began to play with her in its mistress's stead. At least it's gentle for now, soft tweaks of thick, utterly displayed, obsidian-sheened nipples, ghostly trails along a gently stretched, almost lewdly gaping cunt, and slow, deliberate tracings of the angel's generous curves. Her own nipples swirled about the other woman's back, the pressure of her cuddle growing just a bit more insistent as legs began to entwine. Slowly, her head angles inward, lips hovering a few scant inches from Elyn's neck. Though it was just as rubbered as the rest of her form below, Aislinne's tongue flitted outward to flatly trail itself along the side of it. Elyn's encasement ensured that she felt every curve and contour of the slick, glossy tongue, mimicking its touch in addition to the very slightly muted real thing. She finally pulled away with a peck upon the now saliva-stained spot, moving a little higher to nuzzle into the angel's cheek.

"Business as usual. You look amazing with your new skin, by the way. How does it feel, knowing it'll never release you? Your only freedom will be when I decide to display those achingly beautiful features. Which I will. And am. Because they're too perfect to seal away forever. Sometimes others have to see what's hidden beneath the hood, a reminder that the luscious doll was once...human."



Elyn Aroma only felt those delicious rubbery fingers sinking into her waist, squeezing into it and making her entire, rubbery form contort and quiver in delight. As Aislinne touched her lovely Angel's every nerve she'd only find her reacting as if it was glued to her nerved, every little stroke, every delightful feeling- Just being coated in the thick, rubbery material was enough to make her a steamy mess of arousal that couldn't use her lust-addled mind. Those tempting fingers were 'shocking' to her in the least, easily bringing her to pant, to gasp outwards so very softly as she felt that delicious twisting sensations on her back. Eventually, she was cuddled so insistently that one might be fearful that she might sink back into that body, even her heart found itself racing and pounding at the thought, making her knees so very unbearably bend inwards with a quivering buckle- From the neck down was but glossy perfection, an enticing show of thick, mirroring rubber that clung to the Angel's form and refused to give to any of her movements. It would stretch, of course, and with every little movement the sheer vibrating reverberations were enough to make her cry outwards. And then, suddenly, she felt but a lash of that tongue. Tickling her with every heated movement as it tortured her delicate flesh, and soon she was rewarded with but a saliva-filled kiss, one that made her body crawl with her. Oh how her body bucked backwards, grinding herself further into Aislinne as if she was very much truly meant to be part of her. Head twisting just enough to catch those nuzzling features and reward those thick, plump rubbery lips with a hot, whorish kiss.

She held it, her tongue darting inwards to taste Aislinne, to drum along her lips while she nuzzled inwards, lips tightly quivering against the woman's as she pulled away with a loud, squelch, as if she didn't want to. Words flying from her own luscious pink lips. "Amazing..Because..I never want to be released from it..why..Would I ever want that? Why would I want anything less than being a 'part' of you? I can only worship you in the skin you give me, in the body you remodel me into. I'm but your rubbery, harlot of a doll who's meant to be shown off, to be owned and dangled in the black, shiny prison she so truly begged for. Take from me as you must, but I'll do nothing but obey, and reward you with the hottest, most depraved experiences you'll ever come to know." She leaned inwards, biting down on Aislinne's bottom lip to slowly jerk it back with her teeth, before letting it go with a playful snap.



Aislinne almost seemed like she expected the kiss, not a hint of surprise painting her features as her eyes slowly, deliberately fluttered shut. Her own tongue curled around its visitor, head angling gently to lock the embrace tight for just a few moments longer. She gasped aloud as it finally broke, her plump pair of cock pillows quivering with the aftermath of so fleeting a taste. Enraptured with the angel's delightful words, she hardly realized her lip was caught between another pair of teeth. A soft little grunt of surprise was all she had time for before it snapped right back, huffing cutely before recovering and favoring Elyn with one of her usual half lidded, lazily grinning looks.

Then she took a step forward, another, taking the other woman with her before letting go mid stride. With strength belying her form, she quickly turned the angel around, the two now facing each other right before her arms slid forward to lock tight around her doll's waist once more. A final step, and Elyn's back was rather roughly mashed to the glossy wall behind, the mirror a foot to the left. Aislinne conformed herself even closer than before, her body mashing itself into one just as excessively glossy from the neck down. Breasts pressed to still-teased breasts, nipples swirling and dancing with one another, stomachs just barely touching due to the bustiness of the two. A firm crotch bump, and a fresh wave of sensation buzzed along the angel's cunt while hips conformed and legs entwined once more. Finally, the villainess pressed her forehead to her toy's, enveloping the other woman's gaze with her own softly glowing one. She breathed out slow, hot, tickling at Elyn's lips while her hands traveled downward, not content to merely hold her prize. They sunk fingers into glossy asscheeks, indenting as they squeeze firmly, parting, displaying the stretched rosebud between them to nobody in particular.

"You're like a drone, but still sentient. I like it. I could easily take that too, but..." The grin grew into a devious smile, pearly white teeth flashing mischief. "A reactive toy is much more exciting. And you can extoll my greatness to others. Brilliant, isn't it?"



Elyn Aroma groaned so adorably at the lack of a surprise, as much as she wanted to start that heart afire she knew very well that there wasn't a thing she could do that would surprise Ais, Due to her own unbearable infatuation with her. Whether it was because of that mind-numbing corruption that had leaked into her brain or the serendipity that being drowned in latex and suffocated to several climaxes that was the cause of this blatant obsession was unknown. Her beautifully enticing yellow eyes shaking so very viciously as they fell to those beautiful cock-pillows so hotly quivering, begging for more after such a deep, tongue-filled kiss. She knew there was..almost a want for more between them, but at the same time, she had to..tease, to excite the rubbery demon who had splattered her thick, claiming latex all over her. So beautifully she was rewarded with a gaze that was very much for her, and her alone, and adorable little huff and the lovely expression of those lusty eyes at a half-close, nonetheless those devious grinning lips that only promised her more.

So comfortable like this, even she was a little startled as the step came, but her body moved in unison, dancing like a ballerina as her beautiful, rubbery feet took step after step, each little stride pushing her forwards as she felt as a sudden twist, and those hips met her waist again, Immediately locking her own hazy and aroused stare on the features of her lovely Goddess, just as a dance, her arms followed. Clasping so very tightly to Aislinne's hips, to squeeze at them so deliciously and sink her hands into them. Without but a word, just those wonderful, heavy breaths, she was forced backwards, her back meeting that glossy, rubbery wall. Immediately she'd purr, a hand moving to pull away and slap against the rubbery waist of her partner as she was pinned. As that luscious, glossy body pushed up against her, meshing their bodies together, the only thing that seemed to be out of place was the lovely pristine face of the angel, and those delicious, black locks. As well as but the white collar that squeezed at her neck. As their breasts squeezed together and their crotches bumped, she couldn't help but wetly squeal, her luscious lips cutely pursing to trap the noises within her the best she could. As her adorable body wriggled and squirmed so very hotly, the sudden vibrating sensations shocking her adorable cunt into further hunger. In a matter of moments Aislinne wrapped her legs around her own, leaving the delicate Angel pinned up against the wall, her glossy-tits gloriously squeezed and pushed into her owner's as those nipples twisted and turned, forcing cries from her as her cheeks burned a hysterical red. And soon, their heads touched, soon all she knew was the face before her. Obsessed and wanting more of it, her eyes unable to leave her glowing Goddess' for but a moment. Slow, hot breaths nearly making her squeal. She couldn't resist them, she couldn't, and as those fingers dug into her ass, quickly squeezing and forcing her knees to buckle with the sheer possessiveness of her Goddess' actions, her hungry cunt already steamy and wet, the smell teasing the air as she surrendered further into that rubbery body, not that she could do anything but hump towards her, and grind into her as her back was pinned to the wall.

"Mmm..Very, very brilliant monster. Let's face it..there's nothing really upstairs beside my undying adoration and devotion to the hot Queen who owns me. I'll forever sing songs of your greatness, lips quivering those beautiful noises you adore to the audience and allowing them to know what a naughty..sensual monster you are. That you're so deliriously hysterical that even a depraved girl like me is powerless to you. Her hands stroked upwards, so gingerly tracing her nails upwards before giving the side of Ais' breasts a playfully endearing group, too, sinking her hands in until they'd indent in the rubbery deviant she worships.



Aislinne was made of something truly amazing. It was latex in form, function, and in nearly every way possible, but it was far improved. The live nature of it was just one facet of its greatness, the other clearly making itself known as Elyn's dripping cunt was allowed to do just that despite being lined utterly on the inside. Girlish arousal dripped down her thighs, making the glossy essence even shinier than before. It was porous enough to be breathable, and its nearly endless massaging ensured the angel could indeed stay in it forever. Aislinne may have been cruel, but she wasn't stupid. Fleshy things had needs, after all. And this one needed a frankly absurd amount of love. But she provided. She had to. It was what she was made for, an inverse of the achingly submissive angel's self. A yin and yang, though both were held in nothing but black, black, black. Still possessively groping at the other woman's ass, she began to buzz maddeningly gentle sensation across both of the edges of Elyn's lower holes. Not inward, not violent, simply...there. Perpetual. Cruel. A tease in every way possible, something beyond a tease occurring as the angel's nipples were pinched instead of tweaked. They didn't tug, though, the suit merely clamping around them as if trapped between a pair of absurdly tight clothespins.

She had to claim, though. So she did. As slowly as ever, her every movement exuding heat and passion, she angled her head to the side, eyes fluttering shut right before her deliciously warm lips met their crimson opposites. Her tongue wasted no time fluttering forth, elongating, coiling around Elyn's own and squeezing firmly while it just kept going. It wriggled down her throat, a cock in its own right, thrusting at random amid the constricting embrace. Breaking off, reuniting, again and again, the angel's head was tugged along with how entwined the two now were. Luckily for Aislinne, she decided to meet her angelic lover right as her own breasts were given attention. A muffled groan, nothing more, lost in the moment, but she arched her back all the same to roughly squash her tits into their near-twins even moreso than before. Two pairs of artistically sculpted sex doll bits moved and squished into one another, a wild dance matching the undulating, delicious curvy forms moving with each other. One last, firm grind forward of crotch to crotch, and the rubbermonster instead substituted her own drooling mons for a knee. She repositioned just slightly, enough to put solid pressure on Elyn's crotch with a glossy, smooth leg. Pushing forward, said knee soon met cunt, the pressure very much there, mashing into her clit as well, and as perpetual as the teasing suit's attentions dancing across the angel's body.

Unlike the fleeting embrace from before, Aislinne kept this kiss going. Her suit only intensified things, its aforementioned attentions doing their uncanny, unstoppable mimicking and more. The knee onto Elyn's crotch was stimulated with further pressure, the latex utterly corrupting the woman's cunt squeezing tighter while the puckered hole behind it was constricted in turn. It was almost like a pair of ruinously thick cocks were prodding at her entrances, but not quite entering. Ghostly fingers followed her violent kneading of a luscious, plump, angelic ass, just as dark and shiny as its owner's which was currently jiggling about with her lewd little duo of a dance.



Elyn Aroma truly as addicted to just how amazing Aislinne was- not only in texture and composition, but in attitude. She was overly enticing, seductive, and whimsical and that said there was no true way for such a Fallen, depraved girl to resist her. Every hot breath and loud noise pushed from her lips so painfully, as if her very lips were aching for more, and they were, oh they were. Not only her luscious, pink pillows, but the hungry, rubbery folds down below that were dripping with the wretched excitement she felt around the devious being. Needs? Needs?! No, such a word was an understatement for the unbearable insatiability of the luxurious Angel who was meshed in between Ais and the wall. She hungered for Ais like the very oxygen she breathed, she desperately clung to her as if it was the only way she could live, and it was! Mixed within black..black, and black, there was no denying that the two were only helplessly feeding off one another, that she was further subjugating herself to the delicious serenity that came with every overly enticing movement, she only soon felt those hands digging into her ass, so forcefully buzzing in a way that made her eyes widen for but a moment, before those ambers seemed to grow a little cloudy, pants and hot, heated gasps escaping her luscious lips as even a bit of saliva graced them. A sudden jolt of pain and pleasure overwhelming her as those heavy, perky nubs beneath that latex only felt a slow, sudden squeeze as they were clamped upon, her eyes fluttering for several moments as their shared, hot breaths were only deeply intoxicating.

She felt it, that malicious, yet sweet desire to claim her, to luxuriously spoil her in exactly what she wanted and refrain from ever letting her escape the dark, debauched cravings that built who she was. It was..then that those lips met, that with a slow meticulous descent those hot, plump lips pressed to her own and she was rewarded, with warmth, with passion. With obsessive excitement that only fed into the Angel's inherent nature. Her heart ramping up in no time at all as it began heavily pulsating, as her breasts fluctuated and her breasts would grind into Ais' in sheer desire and want. The feeling of that tongue lassoing around her own, elongating and coating it in that delicious rubber. Her pink, muscle pushing against it so playfully before her eyes so slowly widened as she felt that cock slink passed her throat. Immediately she was left gagging, choking here and there was her head was bucked forwards with each motion, as yet another part of her body was encapsulated by the unbearable rubbery beauty before her. Her wandering hands only caught enough of those luscious breasts to really graze them, to sink along them and feel but that body arch into her own as she was more thoroughly pinned in what could be considered but a romantic, heat-driven kiss between lovers. Her hands darting backwards, to meet Ais' back and press downwards, so very forcefully grinding into the small of her back to massage, to tickle it with teasing rubs and help insure they only grew closer- as if that was possible. Her moans, her lovely little noises echoing and pushing into Ais' throat, echoing into it and filling it with the hot, needy want of the silly whorish doll before her. Every motion was more enticing than the last, every movement even more degrading and exciting. She didn't even care that she was so on display, but so very soon even she felt her thighs jerking inwards as that thigh so forcefully moved between her legs, and her hungry, wet snatch was only met by the glossy smoothness. Her own rubbery legs squeezing inwards around it, to capture it was her entire body quivered for but a moment. Slowly, so very carefully she'd moan as the knees tortured her cunt, as it mashed into her clit and forced further, wet, rubbery groans from her cock-filled throat.
Elyn began to ride it, without any further commands or movements, the girl sank herself into that knee and began convulsing her hips slightly, attractively bucking her groped, claimed ass backwards and then forwards, loud, hot little noises gagged and stuffed by the tongue in her mouth as that wonderful mouth refused to let her escape the heated passion.

It only grew more unbearable as she felt the pleasure suddenly spiking, as the sudden movement of her squeezing suit began to slowly mimic and worsen the overwhelming girl as but a conduit for the delicacies the rubbery Goddess had to offer, her eyes so helplessly trembling as soon, her clutching, squeezing cunt was only claimed, as that rubber pushed up inside her and she felt it squeeze so painfully tight, returning it from an agape state. Her ass too suffered such a fate, her beautiful, fuckworthy holes clenching inwards to contort and meet the standards of a done of a sex-doll. Oh how she sang a chorus, of aroused, slurping gags as she struggled to convey the overwhelming pleasure, her entire body quivering and twitching in response to every single overwhelming stimuli that came to her. Her ass jiggling so very attractively and pluming out around the harsh fingers that kneaded into her rubbery backside. She was trapped, starstruck by the elegance and depravity of the wicked monster who owned her, cheeks burning red and eyes deliciously shivering from just how heated and naughty the attention of such a glorious, rubbery Queen could feel.



Aislinne held it all so firm, so steady, the attention lavished upon the angel almost clinical and cold with how regular it was. Like clockwork, the same pinches upon nipples, the same perfect, finger-digging gropes of a luscious ass pressed against the wall, the squeezing, mechanical pressure of the suit upon her holes, all of it seeming more as if from a machine than a warm, passionate woman. Even the kiss was slow, assured, less like she was with a lover and more like she was simply playing with a toy. Despite her robotic attentions, her spine arched and her back curled when Elyn's rubberized hands found the small of her back. A tittering groan rumbled outward, muffled amid the still very much going press of lips. The two were as close as physically possible, the pair looking more like a single form with how entwined the two ludicrously sexual bodies were. They were almost like twins from the neck down, albeit one was slightly curvier, bustier, and betentacled. That same one suddenly pressed her lips forward, holding the kiss at its apex. Plump blacks mashed into supple reds, her tongue squeezing down hard as it 'hilted' deep down the angel's throat. A moment of true passion, right before it broke off with a violent smack of lips breaking off. Aislinne gasped aloud, throwing her head back to stare emptily at the dark, endless ceiling above. A line of saliva connected the two for a time, snapping free before drooling down the rubbermonster's chin. She held there for a few long moments, seemingly frozen in time. Once more, everything stopped. The pinching, the groping, the incessant pressure on Elyn's crotch waning as Aislinne relaxed just a little despite her sudden stiffness. All was still...

And then it wasn't. Time resumed, and the villainess struck hard. Her head darted back down, nestling itself into a glossy neck before opening wide and biting down hard. She sunk her teeth in deeply, tongue going wild over the now sorely abused spot. Strangely enough, though, it appeared to stay unblemished other than becoming slickened with spittle. The skin beneath may have been tortured, but the impossibly thin encasement held, adding an extra layer of agony as it mimed its mistress's pressure. Hidden, the skin broke, drooling blood that was rapidly lapped up and cleaned as it flowed. Not finding quite enough leverage, one of the hands previously violently molesting an ass shot upward, palm slipping under a horn to roughly tug Elyn's head to the side. Her neck now fully and utterly exposed, her owner bit down all the harder, pulling away only to target another spot barely an inch away before diving right back in. Her knee was once more replaced by her own crotch, mashing it awkwardly into the angel's own and grinding incessantly, wildly, randomly. It was like a switch was pulled, the clinical passion dashed away in favor of wild, unfocused hunger. Her hand still at the fallen beauty's ass sunk in deep once more, tugging to the side enough so even the wall could get in on the action. A thick, brutal dildo, ribbed, cruel, painfully long, very suddenly jammed itself right up into Elyn's puckered hole, stretching it wide to accomodate. It buzzed like mad while it started up its own strange way of thrusting. Instead of pulling back, it...melted downward. Ten inches became eight, six, four...and then it remade itself, filling the angel all the way once more before repeating the process. She wasn't quite stuck to the wall, but Aislinne ensured her prize wasn't going anywhere even less so than before.

Through it all, the suit restarted. It was just as nearly feral as its conductor, its focus less of an issue as it utterly assailed and did its best to overload. Fat nipples were twisted before they were pinched, tugged, obvious indents appearing upon glossed flesh as if an army of spirits were viciously molesting Elyn's form. Sinking into her curves instead of trailing them, firm, invisible hands gripped her sides, grabbed at her hips, but only gently traced across her arms. It was some sort of sick mercy, allowed use of her limbs for the time being while the rest of her was abused so. Below, her other asscheek was kneaded just as firmly as Aislinne's real hand, though they weren't even close to in sync with one another. The same was true of the ones groping the other woman's impressive bust, more like a group of dumb, horny teenagers going at them rather than a machine designed for such a depraved purpose. Her encasement squeezed along her thighs, massaging them like an army of master masseuses, but the true show was between her legs. The villainess mashed herself forward while the suit worked its magic, utterly entrapping Elyn's clit before pressuring it violently. Squeezing, pinching, tugging with wild abandon, it was a miracle the dainty thing didn't just rip off, but Aislinne was careful despite her seemingly mindless wave of lust. She calculated, felt, knew where the breaking points were. She abused, but she never truly broke other than the animalistic biting-down upon the angel's neck. As the dildo behind stretched, the encasement in front abused. It stretched the woman's hole wide like it was taking a cock of similar size, but the only thing mashing into her cunt was her mistress's own. Her insides buzzed in tune with the sensitive button just above, the suit starting to...tighten. Harden, perhaps. It became a little more difficult to move, a struggle to do things that were only previously a breeze with the essential freedom of nudity Aislinne's blessing provided. Still possible, but made difficult, and the angel soon became less of a woman and more of a proper doll. All save for her lovely face...or perhaps not.

It crawled upward, finality ringing in its glossy, sucking sounds. It began to smooth over hair once more, wrapping around lips and plumping them even further into their proper, dollish form. Smooth, perfect, but allowed to stay open for the world to hear what sweet songs Elyn had to sing. Her nose became little more than a nearly invisible bump, her hair gone and rendered smooth and perfect. Horns, one still violently tugged to the side along with her head, were glossed up and transformed into the true handles that they were. Her lovely eyes, so perfect, like liquid gold, were smoothed over, gone, and Elyn once more became nothing but another brutally abused drone.

A voice. Soft, lilting, but echoing wildly in her head. It was only for her, as intimate as words could possibly be. "Cum for me, doll. Show the world what you are. A thing to be used. Abused. Loved. Scream out your delight for your owner. Her attention is the sweetest reward, and she lavishes it upon you. Obey. Obey!"



Elyn Aroma let out a harsh little groan as she felt those fingers dancing along her nipples and digging into the erect, delicate nubs that were mindlessly throbbing for attention, so slowly she could only feel her round, rubbery ass squeaking and groaning against the wall as it so fully met, as soon her senses were shocked with a seemingly inhuman amount of pressure she felt on those tortured needy holes. Despite all the heat and passion, there was a certain chilling robotized feel to everything, a slow, assured kissed only seeming to grow less and less firm, less heated. She was only happy that as her hands clenched into that back that she forced a reaction from the woman, for even she knew what was coming, fingers digging into her beautiful romantic cyborg in a way that could only show just how badly she wanted her, every little noise from those lips enticing her as she found themselves unbearable tight. Their sweet bodies so wrapped around one another's that there was no other possible way that they could get any tighter, more tangled in one another. She wanted to stay like this forever, she wanted to be trapped and buried in the warmth of the chilling villainness who had made their last few times together so enticing that the Angel might only define what she feel for the emotionless woman as love. There was no denying that Aislinne was all she could ever want, she was more woman than she could handle and she adored that about the monster. One sudden press and their lips were left meshed together, the delicious noise of her slurping chokes shared between them as she tilted her head, twisting that cock inside her with hazy, air-deprived looks eating away at her features. Holding that kiss at it's apex, and indulging in the thick throat-fuckery of Aislinne's gorgeous tongue brought her closer to sweet euphoria. Without but a warning, it came to an end, their lovely luscious lips parting one anothers in a loud, sickening slurp as she was left to stare at the beautiful Goddess as she pulled away, as her attractive, glossy face slowly moved it's stare...upwards and to the empty ceiling as Elyn was left gasping and so very hotly mewling, panting at the top of her lungs from the unbearable sexual energy that suddenly came to an abrupt end. She had seen this stillness one before, and luxuriously to Ais' realization, she'd find the cute slut clenching up her holes around those 'insivible' cocks so desperately as she knew she was about to be brought to the sweet, mind-flaying bliss of an orgasm.

Time stopped, her heartbeat filling her ears as she soon felt it, as she could feel the latex contorting around her, preparing to wrap around her body and take her, but before she knew it, those lips were against her neck and she felt the horrific pain of those teeth sinking into her tender, coated neck, immediately usshering but a squeal from her as her delicate form jerked upwards and immediately her tits bounced against Aislinne's. A sudden push of that tongue, and horrific little bites continued, until soon she felt the crimson warmth of her wicked life-blood draining through the latex. It was strong..potent, thickly laced with the depravities of the world that seemed to make it so very rich in taste. Oh her eyes widened as she so beautifully sang noises that left her entire body viciously quivering, as her eyes contorted and soon..she felt Ais reach from a place that she truly hadn't grabbed yet. Her horns. And my, Oh my did the lovely Angel scream in tune as her head was so quickly wrenched to the side and all resistance to the blood-hungry vixen was on hold, as she was given her neck, and those torturous teeth only sank in further, making her entire body buckle and jerk as mewls filled the room yet again, as blood came more potently from that tortured wound. Each little bite was shocking her with pleasure that left her body squirming, wriggling inside the confines of the unbearable hug. So quickly the elegance and passion of the entire scene took a turn, as the true carnal acts of eroticism came into view, as slowly she felt that cunt squeeze itself against her own, mindlessly numbing her with wild grinds that seemed to make her painfully week at the knees, eyes slowly forcing themselves to a close as she thought she might never truly comprehend the overwhelming sensations. Aislinne's whimsical hands kept her guessing, dancing and stroking along her abundant rear and torturing her delicious rump with but squeezes and tugs that left her shivering, moaning so very harshly before she felt something, before something invaded into her rear, immediately jamming itself into her tightly, clenched ass. Oh how she screamed, as her voice cracked as her entire body suddenly jerked forwards as her ass was claimed, as her aroused, pleasured face contorted in pain as she was forced to take that entire, ribbed toy with but a shriek and little warning. How it buzzed, how it loudly rattled her ass and made her ass swell and shiver with masochistic need as it slowly deflated and vanished, before her harsh little cries would alight the silence in the torturous room she was in.

Amongst the horrifying feeling of those teeth and lips biting into her neck, she felt one thing change, and that was her lovely suit, the Linnetex that was glued to her, that she refused to remove even if she wanted to, it started to truly envelop and wrap around her, a haze of pinches, tugs and squeezes torturing her luxurious tits. Pleasure overwhelming her as those luscious things only seemed to grow even harder, as they slowly seemed to get thicker with each rubbery torture. And in all of this freakish pleasure, her hands curled nad her fingertips harshly dug into Aislinne's back. Painfully raking into that luscious, rubbery flesh and aiming to relieve the mind numbing stress that was building up inside her, the Angel was merely reacting as it came, her body wiggling, jerking and throbbing forwards as the beauty of her climax was slowly being sped forwards. As her attractive, smooth rubbery skin molested, groped and tortured her into mindless, drooling screams of terror and freakish pleasure. She felt but articulated squeeze and gropes of invisible hands darting and pulling at her thighs, squeezing into them so very attractively and relaxing her overloaded body. She really began to think she might not make it, her loud cries beginning to crack from just how tortured her squealing lungs were, until soon, she felt one thing that so easily sent her overboard, that forced her entire body to jerked and her legs to painfully buckle.

Her clit being entirely claimed by that torturous rubber, the slow, tormenting squeezes of that glossy material only followed by vicious, erratic movements that forced her entire form to shiver roughly, eyes rolling upwards behind her eyelids as her noises so loudly peaked, filling the room with but her frantic noises, "M..Make me cum..O..Oh! L..Let me escape this torment! Take me, A..Aislinne, claim your heavenly Angel yet again, my rubbery Goddess!" Oh it took all of her air, it did, between those wet squealing gasps and screams that rattled the foundation of her brain entirely, lust zapping her senses again and again and forcing more unpredictable jerks and screams from her thoroughly trapped body. It impossible for her brain to process it, for her angelic form to really take it all in, for her sopping cunt was already sloppily squirting her thick, femcum down her legs, glossily coating the both of them in a thick smell that was all-arousing. So suddenly it came, a painful stretch of that dildo into her poor ass as she felt that strange encasement slowly begin to pressure and stretch her lips, her lovely cunt visibly torn agape by what seemed like a cock, but her nectar just splattered all over between them, her noises slowly sharpening, to a fine point where her throat was rasping with the unebarable sensation of each viciously quivering thrust that jammed inside her and buzzed with an infernal torture that kept her so close to that orgasm, but keeping her from it, as if the idea of not being given permission actually mattered.

Her sweet body was so tortured and overloaded with the sheer pleasure and pain of being thoroughly fucked, her mind blooming with but thoughts of sweet submission and the orgasm that would soon travel through her, further breaking her will, degrading her pride and humiliating her further into the slut she desired to be for her Rubbery Queen. The latex soon began to crawl though, sensually tickling away at her face and entrapping her within it's glossy, slurping noises as it sought to slowly claim and melt away her features. It did just that, slowly smoothing over those beautiful jawlines before pressing up to her lips and carefully coating them into the black, rubbery fuck-pillows they were meant to be. They seemed to grow stiff, just as the rest of her body did, as the ability to struggle, to move became more and more difficult as slowly she opened her lovely eyes only to watch as the darkness overtook her, as slowly Aislinne coated her entirely, the only notion that the Angel was the one inside was that delicious white collar with Aislinne's claiming words on it. She could be heard, frantically panting and mewling, as even her body stopped jiggling and bucking as much, as so slowly those luscious noises grew heavier, louder to the point that they were nearly ear-piercing. To top it all off, those cute horns of hers only felt that glossy rubbery slowly slinking upwards and trickling her with pleasure that only made her contort within her slowly hardening prison, screaming so very softly as she was entirely droned, as the smooth, faceless latex made it's claim.

And that's when she heard the voice, that's when she heard the luscious words falling upon her trapped ears, burrowing themselves in her mind and relieving her. It was as if the permission came and as her stressed, stuffed form felt every, undying blissful sensation of her owner, she soon was rewarded with the chance to truly submit, to give into an orgasm and obey, and her lips most certainly did sing, a loud, horrific shriek escaping them, echoing out from the depths of her lungs as her tensed up body so slowly gave in, as it seemed to relax and suddenly she was a moaning, mewling mess of groans and spittle. her walls so painfully contacting against the invisible invader with every mashing press of that cunt to her own. They gripped, squeaking and squelching so very harshly against the thick latex that coated them, before her entire body would rattle as her latex continued to harder, as slowly the cute drone of an Angel found herself reaching sweet, blissful release, a lovely orgasm shaking the drone of a girl as suddenly the sheer smell of rubbery sex potently filled her room, her delicious folds releasing a torrent of squirts in sheer excitement between them, splattering and coating their legs in a rather absurd amount of femcum, all the while she was left relishing in all the attention, slowly, yet surely coming down, moans and cries softening to fast pants as she so desperately attempted to calm her body as it slowly sank down from that overwhelming orgasm- but there was no thought no thanking, no, the cute, exhausted Angel sank into her owner's hold, rocking back and forth as she drooled all over them both, mind fucked to the point that she could barely even control herself, her own body more thoroughly abused than it had ever been before. She simply..relaxed, as if she didn't have the strength to even respond, only cry out and whimper like the adorable, drooling, brainless harlot she was.



Aislinne found her ethereal partner turned faceless drone was just as resilient as she was, in body if not in mind. She held the angel's very essence in her metaphorical hand, everything that Elyn was laid bare to the villainess's complete and utter corruption of her mind. Black was the best thing to describe her. Black, glossy skin, obsidian sheened nothingness, and her brain itself was even coated tightly. She was taken so utterly, so completely, and her owner ensured that she knew exactly who she belonged to. The breaking point was hardly a ghost of a step away from everything Aislinne did to her lusciously lost lover. At her nipples, the force of the tugging was so violent as to push her own body back, smashing forward into the dolled angel right as the fat nubs were let go. Her tits were rendered into little more than excessively shiny dough, molested and shaped into familiar cones, shapeless mounds, and everything in between. Finally, though, her arms came under proper attention. Scratching nails were pulled away almost reluctantly, the rubbermonster trying her best to wriggle into them before they were pulled away, but she had an ultimate goal. A true fate for such a wantonly depraved whore of an angel. They were puppeted, repositioned, forced to bend at nearly a 90 degree angle at the elbow while perfectly aligning with one another. Squeezing tight, the rubber gave poor Elyn a brutally tight corset, constricting her waist even moreso to give her that properly over the top, waspish look. The suit still tickled across, tracing where her ribs where, following even more exaggerated curves as Aislinne's work just kept going regardless of the other woman's state. Slowly but surely, stiffer and stiffer, the concept of Elyn being nothing more than a doll became more and more of a reality. The angel had to truly struggle to move, Aislinne's essence unforgiving in its cruelty even as, below, she finally completed the set so to speak. With violent, painful molding, she fully stretched both the angel's lower holes, caking on more of her corruption around them to give them plump, perfectly circular 'O's. It changed the insides of all three orifices at once, the latex-like material smoothing out before gaining ridges, transforming the trio into perfectly identical clones. All warm, all the same, all belonging to nothing more than a mindless, soon to be quite unmoving doll.

The villainess's tentacles, sorely unused during the depravity at hand, made themselves known. A pair of them curled down low, wrapping around Elyn's ankles to pull them upward. She might have fallen if not for the still 'pistoning' dildo jammed into her now very toylike asshole, along with Aislinne still very much pressed and grinding into her. Another set of twins moved down to wrap around the drone's thighs, and in tandem they moved together to reposition properly. Unlike the stringed along movement of her arms into their proper place, the rubbermonster kept this part personal. Knees bent, thighs were forced to rest outward to either side to allow the easiest access to the delightfully warm, now forcefully tightened holes between Elyn's legs. Her luscious, sinfully smooth, rubbery lengths were pointed forward, all the better to slide ones hips between and thrust with wild abandon. Now mostly complete, she had to finish testing her doll. A violent bump forward once, twice, and at least a footlong of girlcock sprouted from her cunt and jammed itself directly into the angel's waiting hole. All the previous love piled atop this one moment, and it was almost too much for the vile villainess. She squealed aloud, gasping, still latched tightly onto the doll's neck, but she finally let go after one final, harsh clamp. Nearly immediately, her forehead found the faceless nothing of Elyn, mashing into it, slamming the back of the angel's head into the wall with every thrust. It didn't matter that the girl was relaxing. It didn't matter that she was mostly gone, destroyed, sunk so deep into subspace that it didn't even register anymore. She was to be used, as was her lot in life. And so it was, the hand previously gripping at a horn sliding low once more to sink its digits into the fat, now permanently parted asschecks and thrust. Again and again, violent and without abandon, the dolled hole only stretched enough to accomodate perfectly. Cute little grunts, growls, and Aislinne herself was temporarily reduced into an equally as mindlessly rutting animal. She finished fast, though, her mind already tingling before this one, perfect moment of claiming. The angel's first true cock, lovely and thick, every inch tailored to fit and love the droned ethereal. The villainess hilted, hard, spasming, gasping, and let loose a massive load. Spurting ropes upon ropes, over and over, the doll's constricted stomach distending only long enough for Aislinne to reabsorb her own sperm. She allowed it to drool between Elyn's legs, though, mixing with the gushes of the angel's ejaculate as she squeezed down hard on the fat, rubbery mounds of an ass.

It was over. Finally. For the owner, at least. With a shuddering sigh, she schlicked free of her toy, gasping and jerking as her newly born cock melted back once more. The dildo in the wall went with it, finally relinquishing its hold on the girl with her now only held up by tentacles and Aislinne's body. Still holding tight, she pressed a dainty little kiss to the lovely, plumped up 'O' that was once Elyn's lips, one she'd shared such lovely, intimate embraces with not so long ago. Now it was nothing, just another hole to be used and abused on an angel that was no longer even remotely divine. The last of the stiffening began, a last few shudders allowed to Elyn before she was still. Nothing but a doll...almost. A flicker of eyelids, and Aislinne's corruption went just a bit deeper. It wrapped around the angel's vocal chords, stilling them, rendering Elyn utterly unable to even attempt to make a sound. After all, true dolls didn't speak. Or moan. They simply existed to be used. With a sigh, she pulled back, the tentacles still holding tight to Elyn's utterly transformed body. She was still in there, still herself, but outwardly there was nothing left save for her glossy handlebar-like horns. Slowly, almost...gently, she laid her prize down, the tentacles pulling away to allow the angel some form of rest until the hunger of another could claim her.

A final touch, though. A wave of a hand, a lovely flourish of long, fluttering fingers. It washed over Elyn's body, words in bright white adorning her ludicrously sexualized form. USE ME where her eyes once were, FREE just above her cunt, and ABUSE at the small of her back with an arrow pointing to that deliciously attractive 'O' between her ass cheeks. Her name, her only identifier, was last. ANGEL on the left breast, DOLL on the right, all in the brightest, most eye-catching white to contrast with the deepest, darkest, abyss-like black that had enwrapped her. With a devious smirk borne of madness, Aislinne stared down at her prize. At least the suit had calmed somewhat, only groping at her tits and ass like an uninterested machine and buzzing at her nipples and clit just to keep her constantly going even if none actually took interest. A soft little snerk, and she moved toward the wall. And...walked into it. She disappeared with her typical schlorp, leaving nothing but an anonymous, completely corrupted, utterly silent doll in her wake, adorned with cruel words and a collar fused to its neck. Despite its stiffness, she ensured any grasping hands could reposition Elyn with a little effort. After all, she only manufactured the finest toys. This one, though, was her masterpiece, the perfect fusion of beauty and sexuality rendered down into one, single form. Left alone, without even a gentle parting word to satiate a broken mind, Elyn was at the mercy of whoever would have her. At least, until her mistress returned...