A Bad End in the Bad End room. Woooow.

[20:16] Morikawa Sachiko: I want linnitex!


[20:16] Aislinne: This room probably doesn't even have a freezing chamber anyway.

[20:17] Aislinne spits a fat wad of herself at the oni, which quickly engulfs her body and dissolves her clothes. It leaves Sachiko with an absurdly skintight, ebony-black bodysuit from the top of the neck down!
[20:17] Aislinne: Of course. I live to please.


[20:17] Morikawa Sachiko: I meant a linnitex onahole!

[20:17] Morikawa Sachiko: You fucking moron!!

[20:18] Morikawa Sachiko: I was wearing one of my favorite tops!


[20:18] Aislinne clenches the suit extra-tight around the oni's cock, which then proceeds to roll firm pressure up and down the entire length.

[20:18] Aislinne: Is that better?


[20:18] Morikawa Sachiko: I waaAAaas-

[20:18] Morikawa Sachiko: Uh...

[20:18] Morikawa Sachiko: What was I saying...?


[20:20] Aislinne goops her essence right into Sachiko's ass, lining the insides before apply pressure directly to her prostate.

[20:20] Aislinne: You were saying how awesome I was and stuff.


[20:20] Morikawa Sachiko: That doesn't sound riiiIII-

[20:21] Morikawa Sachiko shivers and goes red(der) in the face.


[20:21] Aislinne: You seem a little stressed out. Maybe you should sit down.

[20:21] Aislinne motions toward a nearby couch. It looks innocent enough.


[20:21] Morikawa Sachiko nods stiffly, sitting down on the couch as her cheeks radiate heat.


[20:24] Aislinne follows right after the oni, unceremoniously plopping her fat ass down right atop the other woman's stiff dick. She takes the entire thing to the hilt in the space of a breath, looking nonchalant as she sighs softly, then leans back into Sachiko. Her absurdly tight asshole clenches down hard upon the already constricted cock, the entire hole starting to buzz like an overzealous vibrator. Slowly, languidly, the rubbermonster turns her head to the side, gazing toward the oni with lazy, half-lidded eyes.

"Good girl. Just relax. Doesn't that feel better?"


[20:29] Morikawa Sachiko is less than keen on talking back as it stood (sat?) but as soon as Aislinne parks her rear on Sachiko's lap and impales herself on the oni's latex-coated erection, there's nothing Sachiko can do but gurgle for a moment as her mind tries in vain to focus. She opens her mouth to speak, even going so far as to raise a finger weakly, the herald of Sachiko's first point against Aislinne...and then the buzzing begins and Sachiko's head lolls back, arm falling weakly to her side as her hips twitch upwards. She manages to raise her hands up and grope at the latex-monster's breasts, mauling at them with inhuman strength as inhibitions melt away. She manages to bring her head up, shivering as she meets the sleek, uber-perfect temptress' eyes with a hazy gaze of her own.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. Smug bitch."


[20:38] Aislinne lays her hands over Sachiko's own, taking the sudden initiative in stride while arcing her back sharply. Her head doesn't turn, though, the monster intent to try and keep her eyes on the oni's while a maddeningly smug grin breaks across her plump lips. They part for just a moment to allow a soft, lyrical groan before going right back to the same grin as before. The glossy thing starts to grind herself downward into the oni's lap, her absurdly curvy body humping forward and back while her fat, rounded ass keeps its almost brutal hold on the thick cock buried to the hilt inside of it. She doesn't let up her unnatural attentions in the slightest. If anything they only seem to get worse, the rubbery being's insides conforming perfectly to Sachiko's dick as if they were custom made just for her. While the monster ground downward, she never pulled upward, her body able to squeeze and milk expertly as if she were bouncing herself madly on the oni's lap. On top of everything else, what feels like a tentacle begins to form inside, wrapping around and around the fat cock, applying firm pressure to the glans while squeezing the tip as well. It constricts in tune with the pressure rolling up and down with mechanical precision.

Amid her random, girlish sighs of delight, Aislinne lets slip a few words. "Amazing, isn't it? You should be nicer to someone who deigns to allow you such wonderful pleasure. Do I have to make you a sweeter oni, or will you be a good girl on your own?"


[20:50] Morikawa Sachiko 's eyelids are sent fluttering as Aislinne grinds down onto her lap harder, her hands tightening their grip reflexively. Her eyes roll back for a moment before she manages to "right" herself, though the mellifluous moan passing Aislinne's lips as she attempts to focus drag her attentions away from trying to wriggle out of the monster's hold...right onto the sensations coursing through her achingly hard cock. It was inhuman, the way she seemed to press down harder and harder and still be able to hilt Sachiko in her asshole further, and were Sachiko not busy trying to fuck Aislinne's ass as deep as she possibly could, she would perhaps be considering the mechanics of such an outcome, or at least the facsimile thereof. That being said, the stillness of Aislinne's body combined with the simulated twerking right on Sachiko's "iron club" only sent the oni's mind tinting further pink, delirious with pleasure.

She was still lucid, but just barely, and she spent what little time she had left as a sapient being...mouthing off. "'Deigns'? Get over...y-yourself..." Even if her words were of stuttered rebellion, Sachiko's body was far more honest, precum leaking from the crown of her dick into the latex sheath it'd been provided with, doubly futile in its biological drive to impregnate something, anything. "I." She shut her eyes tight, gritting her teeth for a moment before her jaw went slack in a gasp. "I can be sweeter! I can be good!" Her resistance was short-lived, her body's raucous revolt against her stubborn pride eventually overwhelming what little ego she had left.


[21:04] Aislinne chuckled dryly at her victim's expense, the sound broken up by her own unfittingly cute, oddly reverberating moans. Her fingers started to dig into Sachiko's rubberized hands, her grip easily enough to rival the oni's strength as she practically began to grope herself with the other woman's hands. Digits sunk deep into soft, pliable, glossy skin, though unlike actual latex there wasn't a squeak to be heard. Her victim's breasts, half-squashed by the rubbermonster's back, were given their own empathic gropings by the suit itself. Phantom hands sunk their fingers in to mimic the mauling of Aislinne's much larger bust, adding their own torture by pinching down and tugging upon Sachiko's hidden, glossed up nipples. Lower, though, and the monster began to switch up her rhythm and approach to milking the oni stupid. She finally began to move herself properly, her ass lifting one inch, two, three, the violent pressure on Sachiko's dick ebbing as the shaft was freed little by little. The suit's pressure ceased as well with each centimeter shown, and the absurdly shiny woman hung high, only the tip still squeezed down upon.

And then she moved right back down, slowly, carefully, the insane pressure upon the oni's cock returning as strong as ever. The tentacle hidden inside her ass coiled itself around as well, greedily constricting once more inch by inch until Aislinne was once again sat comfortably upon the other woman's lap. Then she repeated the process, faster this time, working up to a proper rhythm of tortuous, honest fucking combined with her own unnatural attention. Her eyes started to widen, head still turned back to regard the poor oni. What was once a grin cracked into a crooked, twisted smile, her bright white teeth showing clear as the rubber tickling at Sachiko's chin began to shudder into life. It started to slide up the woman's head, already tickling at her bottom lip, cheeks, and the edges of her hair. A pair of tentacles slithered forth as well, forming from around the monster's lower back to slide high and position themselves worryingly close to the oni's ears.

"I believe you. But can you show restraint? Can you hold out? How long? Don't cum too fast, pretty oni. Your very sentience is on the line~."


[21:18] Morikawa Sachiko If there was any sign that things were going wrong, and there were a good number of them, Sachiko didn't notice. No, the sensations would've been torturous on their own, but their synchronicity blended together and compounded from misery into mind-shattering ecstasy. Sachiko couldn't help but drool as she groped the fat, jiggling udders Aislinne shook and wobbled and teased like the cow she was, always taunting and teasing, and in Sachiko's own latex-coated hands, they only felt bigger, softer, almost...warmer? No, it was just cold, artificial flesh for now unless Aislinne determined it to radiate that vital human warmth, but even the mockery of titflesh Sachiko groped with stupid, animal eagerness was enough to send her lips curling up into an equally mindless grin. Her nipples were tweaked seconds later, and that only sent her vocal cords stirring with something that could pass for worship by a very generous metric, but to anyone less than kindly inclined, it'd sound more like grunting.

Then the pressure abated on her cock, and for a single, terrible moment, Sachiko wondered if the pleasure would stop. It was being taken from her! She had half a mind to reach away from Aislinne's monstrous tits and tug that massive, dick-milking ass back into her lap, but two problems arose: she was never going to let go of those breasts if she had her say and wait hold on she was sitting back down this was great! Sachiko's grimace of consternation melted into the enraptured smile of an animal. Somehow the rhythm only served to spur on Sachiko's stamina in some sort of paradoxical endurance competition. So enamored of the sublime sensations was her body that the whole of her being was seemingly united in lasting as long as physically possible to hold out for the best possible finish. She didn't notice that manic grin. That would require her focus being inched even a sliver away from the exquisite sensation wrapped around her cock. She didn't notice the tentacles. That would require a single neuron in her lust-addled mind lighting off outside of the synaptic fireworks blooming in reverent adoration of the pleasure Aislinne so generously deigned to give her. She didn't notice the latex creep-creep-creeping up her chin. That would distract from how firm and soft and pillowy and perfect Aislinne's tits were, and Sachiko wouldn't give that up for a single picosecond.

And despite all this, Sachiko managed to hold on. Or perhaps sprint towards a finishline that was being rapidly extended.


[21:32] Aislinne picked up her pace further with every passing second, giving no mercy to the oni despite her deadly challenge. She moved like no professional whore could ever hope to match, her legs parting to fully reveal the sadly unused, drooling cunt set between them while allowing her to more stably position herself. She moved up, up, robbing the oni of pleasure only she could offer before sliding right back down onto Sachiko's fat, diamond hard cock, the thing slick with pre and a strangely glossy lubricant. Over and over the monster continued, likely squeezing down hard enough on the other woman's cock to bend it were it not protected by the suit that was also torturing the entire thing. The buzzing was like a toy possessed, endlessly assailing while the tentacle inside clenched like a starving snake ready to devour its meal. Her hands over top the oni's molested herself, eliciting her strange, inhuman moans mixing with Sachiko's amusingly understated grunting. Slowly, unconsciously, the rubberthing's tongue started to flop outward, her crazed expression completing the look of a madwoman lost in the throes of pleasure.

Restraint only had one meaning to Aislinne, and it certainly wasn't involved with holding back. She underlined this by forming a third tentacle, which wasted no time in darting between both womens' legs. It slid between Sachiko's asscheeks, all but hotdogging them before unceremoniously stuffing her already buzzed, pressured anus. The thick, throbbing thing thrusted in tune with the monster's impaling ride, slamming itself into the oni's prostate over and over while, above, her final encasing work continued inexorably. It slid right over the other woman's mouth, hiding it from view before glossing over the lower half of her cheeks. More of her hair seemed to disappear, matted down by the coating as it just started to tickle the lobes of her ears as well. The tentacles hovering by them drew closer as well, the wriggling tips tickling at the outer edges in a silent threat. Somehow, Aislinne marshalled the willpower to speak once more, choking out syllables with slight difficulty.

"Just a...little farther. If you let go, you'll--gnh...fall forever."


[22:20] Morikawa Sachiko 's eyes widened to saucepans as incredible climbed higher still into delirium and mad, mindless rutting, and Sachiko couldn't help but groan in tandem with the she-devil riding her cock, her grunts blossoming into loud, keening moans, abandoning all pretense, subconscious or otherwise, of restraint in favor of unadulterated, hedonistic indulgence at the hands of an abomination meant only to bring sweet, succulent, maddening pleasure to her victims. Sachiko's cock throbbed, bulged, strained helplessly against its latex confines, precum spilled so thoroughly that it ballooned out...or would've, if Aislinne's vice-grip around her "man"hood hadn't kept the slurry of sex-juices so tightly packed around her cock, marinating it in slick, liquid arousal. Her tongue lolled out as her head lolled back, the oni's eyes crossed and wide open as latex rendered her outwardly featureless and tendrils crept closer and closer to her ears, unguarded to any untoward penetration, and as the sweaty, heated, mechanical pumping reached its crescendo, so too did Sachiko reach hers, utterly handing herself over to the pleasure, the ecstasy, Aislinne, Aislinne, Aislinne!

She howled as she came, almost grotesque in how saturated with desire her vocalization was, not quite a cry of adulation, more like heat and rut given voice as Sachiko pumped her first shot of seed into her own latex "skin," some bizarre pantomime of sex given an ironic layer of "safety" in the form of her full-body condom. She grunted and heaved and shuddered like a freight train as she emptied her balls into Aislinne's ass or attempted to, splurting every last drop of cum she had packed in her overstuffed balls, signing her fate away joyously in creamy, sperm-packed white. She was an animal, she was lower than an animal, and she'd sink lower still if it meant she got to cum in this ass again and again and again, anything for this, EVERYTHING for this, over and over! Dignity, ego, ethics, none of it mattered as she unloaded her nuts into Aislinne's maddeningly tight ass, and soon she was denied even the ability to drool as her face was encased in latex.

If she had even a single brain cell not suffused with this inhuman, awful, wonderful pleasure, she would've perhaps worried about what happened next, but Sachiko was too far gone to do anything but enjoy this euphoria until the end.


[22:36] Aislinne had eyes only for Sachiko despite her features being slowly subsumed into nothingness, the monster's eyes glowing brighter and brighter with every soft pulse of the oni's fat cock signalling a closer teeter over the edge. The glossy thing humped like a demon, fast enough to make succubi blush, her excessively curvaceous, stacked body jiggling almost cartoonishly in its fervor. She held tight onto the oni's still-groping hands, refusing to let go and relent on any flavor of the impossible pleasure she blitzed the helpless woman with. Sachiko's body was tortured as hard as it was loved, her breasts molested with vicious glee while her nipples were pinched hard enough to discolor them beneath their rubbery coat. All across her form, invisible fingers trailed about, worshipping muscle and curve, squeezing at hips, thighs, all over and around while the main event continued at her crotch. The pumping tentacle behind impaled as if it were possessed, throwing synchronicity out the window in favor of mad, mindless rutting. Finally, though, time began to slow. A hot howl sounded off in the distance, as if from the end of a hall...

It filled her near-instantly, the fat ropes of jism coating her insides white before spilling outward to mess both hers and the oni's glossy, black thighs. Aislinne buried herself to the hilt for this one, perfect moment, her body shuddering without a care in the world while she angled herself just right. She leant in and planted a firm kiss atop Sachiko's masked mouth, holding it tight while her eyes squeezed shut. A moment later, and the oni's eyes were gone, smoothed over by the shiny encasement. Her ears followed, outlined and obsidian, and the tentacles pushed inward to finish her off. They wasted no time in pressing forward to her skull, covered it in its entirety before moving inward to corrupt the oni's brain. There were no soft words or gentle machinations, only maddening white noise as it wiped her clean of her self and anything related to Sachiko. The rubber, meanwhile, pushed itself over the crown of her head, gliding up her horns to finish her off. Right as the last inch of those extravagant ornaments were coated, it was over. A final touch, and Aislinne's lips were pushed back. The oni's lips were remolded, throat coated and ribbed into its new, proper fuckhole form. A fat, slightly squishy ring sat where her lips once were, and the vile reprogramming inside her head clicked off the last of her sentience. For now, Sachiko was gone, and a mindless thing remained, still with a glossy terror impaled upon it with lips pressed to its simple, yet to be properly used masturbation sleeve.