Wherein Aislinne subsumes an oxymoron. (AKA a famous ninja)

[2015/06/21]Aislinne waits silently, stuck to the ceiling. She appears as little more than a glossy blob of something or other, utterly inhuman and perfectly still. Directly below was one of her laboratories, just as silent as her save for the constant, low hum of machinery. Hanging over a certain table, a canister of some sort lay upon it. Metallic, shiny, cylinder shaped and mysterious, it was the thing that would spark off the night. She'd anonymously hired a certain someone to break in and steal the object, a bit of corporate espionage with plausible deniability. This was, however, less of a job and more of a "hiring" process, with her picking out a poor individual to make her own. It had been hours, but she was patient. The building was mostly empty save for a few guards and security systems, the dead of night hanging heavy and still. Her myriad of cybernetic senses reached outward, looking over every inch of the area, ensuring that once the woman of the night was detected, her plan would move into motion.

It was all a matter of waiting, and she was very patient for things she wanted. The blob that was a woman continued to sit still, watching, waiting. Practically impossible to see in the shadows above, her only current companions were the sterility of the room and the calm, incessant hum of computers and machinery.


[2015/06/21]Daring Mai Shiranui moves through the building surprisingly silently and stealthily for someone dressed in red and that well-endowed... sometimes it seems like the jiggling alone would give her away. But instead she slips through the building as softly as a feather on snow, ducking guards and cameras alike (though the second is harder than the first... less because of skill and more because of an innate attention whoreness that makes her want to step out for a pose and a wink to let someone know who punked their security). It's been a long time since she's taken this sort of job... you save the world from a giant evil war-deity and people start thinking you're some superhero and stop ringing you up for stealth missions. But hey, a ninja's gotta eat, and a ninja's also gotta afford ridiculously skimpy outfits that cost a surprising amount for so little fabric, so when the call came she was only too happy to take the job. A few excuses, a plane ride, and here she is in the middle of the night, stealing a... shiny cylinder thing. Well, someone wants it enough to pay for it, what does she care what it is?

Finally slipping into the lab itself, Mai does a quick check for cameras, but manages to miss the dark blob lurking in the shadows. She moseys on up to the table, then plants her hands on her bare hips and leans forward, breasts swaying and wobbling lightly under her with the motion. Hm... no pressure sensors, no laser wires as far as she can tell... maybe it's really not that important? Shrugging, she straightens up and snags the cylinder with one hand, already starting to turn to leave as she does.


[2015/06/21]Aislinne watches ever vigilantly, dozens of invisible eyes locked onto every conceivable entrance to the room. Held to the ceiling, she could even feel slight vibrations and tasting the air had her able to sense changes in pressure. These came in handy a few moments later, as she finally detected a swift, silent something grow closer to her. The thing twitches, its 'eyes' seeing the door open to reveal her prize. Every bit as delicious as she'd hoped, and utterly unaware of the yawning trap about to spring. Still, she held still, her sensors practically dripping over the ninja's curvaceous form. At a glance, she could tell almost everything about Mai physically. Measurements, height, eye color, muscle mass, all of it laid bare while, in her mind, she worked through how best to ensnare her prey.

Standing before the cylinder, oh so close, and Aislinne was right above. Right as Mai turns, the entrance to the lab slams shut, a loud click signalling that it was locked tight. An extra measure of security came over the first, a set of blast doors coming down to hold tight in case of any excessive force. No alarms went off, though. Nothing to signal the ninja had tripped something. Her only way out had suddenly just locked tight on its own, as if the cylinder really had been on a pressure sensor. A moment later, and Aislinne made her move. She dripped down to the floor, an obvious, heavy dripping noise presaging her arrival. The puddle quickly grew bigger, then made its intent very, very clear. It surged over to Mai's feet, hiding them entirely from view while more of the stuff began to crawl upwards. Up to her ankles already, totally encased and trapping her tightly in its grip with no signs of stopping. Inside, though, it ate away at her footwear, recycling it for more nanites to use later. The nano-being began the laborious process of molding her essence impossibly tightly to another, each hidden toe given its own individual coat for the time being, and rapidly working up to where Mai's ankles were still hidden.


[2015/06/21]Daring Mai Shiranui jumps slightly at the door slamming closed, causing another visible jiggle in her chest, her free hand flicking and coming up holding one of her folded-closed fans. She frowns at the sound of the blast doors coming down... damn, did she miss something? But she's been so thoroughly trained, how could she possibly-

Part of her downfall is that she hesitates long enough to berate herself internally, so she doesn't even immediately notice the dripping noise. Of course then there's that heavy glop, and she whirls around, eyes widening as she spots the formless... something. She starts to hop backwards out of its reach just as it surges over and wraps itself around her feet, and she yelps as she finds herself abruptly glued to the floor. Squirming and yanking her long, perfect legs, and causing quite a bit of wobbling and jiggling of her chest in the process, she tries to wrench her feet free, only to find them stuck as firmly as if in cement, and every millimeter of her skin being slid over by the strange rubbery substance. "Let -go-!" she snaps, throwing her fan at part of the puddle with near-bullet speed.


[2015/06/21]Aislinne wobbles her form with the fan slamming into her, the thing sticking solidly when it connects. It sinks inward a moment later, broken down just as effectively as Mai's footwear was. Her former articles were put to good use right after, the main body of the blob only reaching up halfway to the ninja's knees. From there, the coating merely grows outward, conforming utterly perfectly to the body it's molded around. Millimeter thin, but insanely strong, a second skin if there ever was one, and its goal seemed to be to subsume Mai entirely. It slipped over her knees finally, the encroaching stuff outlining statuesque, deliciously long lengths of leg in tight black pseudo-latex. Already close to the ninja's thighs, but not quite there, and Aislinne finally starts to make herself known as more than merely a mindless pile of goop.

Some of the goo breaks off behind Mai, self replicating and forming a dainty pair of feet. Legs follow, just as long and perfect as hers, thick thighs and a firm, tight ass behind a throbbing girlcock. Smooth, flat stomach, a full, impressive bust, and long fingered hands attached to smooth, rubbery arms all come before the final bit, the head. The body shudders when it finally comes to be, full lips and a gently upturned nose coming into being right before icy blue, glowing eyes flutter open. Her hair is last, messy and wild but flowing the same as any regular hair, and she is complete. Aislinne almost immediately presses herself up against the ninja from behind, one roaming hand cupping Mai's cheek while the other slips underneath her skimpy top to grope hungrily at a breast. Her lips hover barely an inch from the other woman's ear, her throbbing cock against Mai's ass quite clearly signifying the future to come.

"Oh my. Whatever do we have here?"


[2015/06/21]Daring Mai Shiranui grunts and growls a bit, still twisting, though she finds herself mostly doing it at the waist as the thick rubber covering makes it harder and harder to move her legs. Once it slips up over her knees it's as if she'd been lodged in concrete for all she could move, although all that showed were her perfect legs, even smoother than before (albeit now seemingly made of black rubber). She bends forward and reaches down, about to try and peel the advancing rubber down as if it were a pair of unruly kneesocks, then thinks better of touching it with her hands. Momentarily at a loss, she simply stares for a moment, until she sees that bit break off and start forming into something else, twisting as much as she can to look behind her. She watches as it takes on a female form, albeit with a big black rubber addition that makes even her blush. "What the hell?!" she yelps, trying to lean away as Aislinne comes in close, but effectively trapped. She can do nothing but wriggle futilely and reach back with her hands, trying to push at the woman... creature... whatever's body, but unlikely able to do much other than stimulate that pulsing rubber prick by shaking her hips and making her big bouncy buttocks wiggle against it. "W-what are you? Get away!" she demands, even as she shivers a little at the feel of that rubbery hand kneading her breast and those lips near her ear.


[2015/06/21]Aislinne gasps her delight with Mai's struggles, pressing herself further forward and practically crushing herself into the body before her. She's solid now, though, just as much as the ninja, though she's much shinier for the time being. As if to prove it further, her tongue flits out, tracing along the other woman's outer ear and occasionally nibbling at her lobe. Just once, she times a bite of the lobe with a centering of two fingers at Mai's right nipple, pinching down hard and tugging before relenting and going right back to firmly kneading away. The hand at the ninja's cheek trails downward, following her neck and left arm before sliding lower to follow luscious curves. They trace along the slight musculature of the other woman's flat stomach, swirling around, waiting...

And what they were waiting for encroached below. Aislinne's work had finally reached to just below Mai's crotch and ass, the poor g-string and the lower half of her clothing never even having a chance as they're dissolved and recycled. The nanotex slid around behind as well, Mai's asscheeks basically being hotdogged by the ruinous cock still grinding hotly into them. Reaching both of her holes, the rubbery substance began to flow inward, coating walls and gently, uncomfortably stretching them into rough 'O's. The ninja's jiggling ass was given the same perfect coat as the rest of her below, though the latex didn't prevent it from bouncing all the same in tune with Aislinne's dick. It only seemed to enhance it, soft squeaks and soft light playing along bountiful obsidian orbs. At the front, the coat was so utterly perfect that it even held tightly around Mai's clit, not an inch of her perfect body left unscathed. Tickling at her hips now, very close to the waiting fingers, and they traveled lower. They didn't quite tease, but they did cup Mai's crotch, presaging what was to come.

"I'm your new owner. You might be a little confused, but not to worry. In a while, you won't be worrying about anything at all...but until then, let's have a little fun."


[2015/06/21]Daring Mai Shiranui jerks and twists her upper body, her unencumbered breast wobbling heavily and swinging about, seeming like it really out to come flying out of the skimpy strap covering it, while the other one jiggles against her captor's fingers, pressing against that sleek rubber hand with every movement. If the ninja notices that she only seems to be exciting her captor with her struggling, and grinding her big round ass up against that huge cock like a professional stripper, she's apparently too concerned about trying frantically to free herself to care. She yelps a bit as she feels the rubber get high enough to start eating away the tiny piece of fabric she laughingly calls panties, then her eyes widen and she makes a strangled noise as she feels the rubber actually sliding -inside- her, coating her silken pussy and tight little perfect asshole's interiors with identical coatings of smooth ebony material. She makes a strangled noise at the sensation, the sound trailing into something like a whimper as that hand slid down to her now sexdoll-like sex. "No... no, please," she begs, her voice shaking.


[2015/06/21]Aislinne tuts her displeasure at Mai's pleading, disregarding it entirely as two fingers trace either side of the now much lewder fuckhole. She ensures that she "accidentally" bumps her fingers against the madly sensitive pleasure button just above the hole, still not quite slipping inward but teasing all the same. While normal rubber would likely have dulled sensation, this substance enhanced it if anything. Every touch Aislinne made transferred to the suit, with it responding in kind to mimic the sensation to the lovely body it encased. She made its features known further with gentle, ghostly fingers starting to make themselves known. They traced up and down the ninja's rubberized thighs, relishing their smoothness, while a pair of hands aided the woman's cock. Phantasmal and actually the suit itself, they groped at both fat, jiggly orbs, pulling them gently apart as well so the shaft now ground precariously against Mai's vulnerable, stretched rosebud.

The impossibly tight suit expanded its dominion while Aislinne teased, gliding up and over the other woman's smooth, flat stomach and outlining every bit of it. It slid behind as well, Mai's rubbed-against back not given any mercy while her clothes began to disappear more and more. Rapidly becoming nude, the sash melted away, very nearly exposing the ninja's breasts to the world. The coating tickled just underneath them, the technomistress's hand still busily molesting the soft, sensitive skin and occasionally pinching at the fat nipple in the center. She finally stopped, though, the hand sliding up to find one of Mai's cheeks again. She gripped firmly, pushing the other woman's head to the side while hers inclined forward and angled to lock gazes.

"Shh shh shh... It'll all be over soon, my lovely little ninja." With that, she pressed her lips to Mais, head tilting to lock the kiss in a sudden surge of intimacy. Her tongue slithered inward, growing, forcing itself down the other woman's throat in what was essentially a throatfuck. Something tasteless, a liquid, was pumped down, a colony of nanites quickly working its way up into the ninja's head to start interfacing with her brain. A soft, gentle buzz started up, the beginnings of something far worse, but the kiss continued for the time being.


[2015/06/21]Daring Mai Shiranui tries to muffle a cry of pleasure as those fingers tease at her sensitized rubber-coated clit, her face flush with humiliated arousal. To be invaded, trapped, molested, that was one thing, but now forced to get off on it?! Her free upper body twitches and jerks, her hands finding Aislinne's hips and shoving at them repeatedly in an attempt to push her back, but doing little more than making her rub that lewd, throbbing rubber prick back and forth along the cleft of her ass even more. Of course, it's starting to become unclear just how unintentional some of it might be, with her breathing coming quicker and her nipples becoming even harder to the touch of those teasing, pinching rubber fingers. Of course, with the rubber sliding up even further over her hips and waist, she's forced stiffly upright even more, leaving her with little to actually move other than her arms, shoulders, and neck. Of course, her arms and shoulders she's still trying her best with, making her big lewd tits wobble and bounce just above the sculpted rubber expanse her stomach has become.

Her eyes widen again as Aisline turns her head and pulls it in, trying to get out a "Wait!" and not quite managing it before those black rubber lips lock to hers. She mmphs and squirms still, trying to pull her head away in vain, eyes wide and shocked as that tongue forces its way into her mouth and then shoves down her throat, making her shiver in stimulation even as she muffledly protests the feeling of violation... and then more panicked noises as she feels that strange sensation in her mind.


[21:22] Aislinne holds the kiss firm despite the struggles to break it, her tongue continuing to thrust and pump the last of the strange, foreboding something down the ninja's throat. She keeps lips locked, her fingers scrabbling downward to grip at Mai's chin and hold tight. Pressing forward, forcing the other woman's head back an inch or so...and then she finally pulls away, a strand of saliva connecting the two before breaking. Aislinne holds there for a moment, eyes fluttering open to find the ninja's own amber colored orbs. Lower, though, her work continues unabated. The growing suit began its expansion over full, heavy breasts, working their way up and gooping between them. Utterly perfect as always, stiffened nipples were flicked and locked tight, the suit beginning to pinch and tug at them. More invisible hands dug fingers inward, indents appearing out of nowhere to knead and grope while both jiggled freely as if entirely bare. The last of Mai's clothing was eaten away, leaving her utterly vulnerable, the stuff tickling over her collarbone and mercifully stopping at her neck from the time being while slowly working its way to her shoulders down the lengths of her arms.

Very suddenly, Aislinne's eyes flashed mischief. Her hands slid low, high, finding the other woman's hips...and roughly turning her around. She pressed forward, slamming Mai's front against the table where the cylinder once was. One of the nano-being's hands came up to rest upon the ninja's back, pushing down and squashing her tits to the cold metal. She held there, keeping the ninja down while her other hand stayed locked at her hip. The vile thing began to enter her prize, the first two inches stretching Mai's asshole even further than it already was. In her head, something else began to penetrate, but its work was far more sinister. Nanites melded with her brain, finding thoughts, memories, Mai's very self...and stuffing it all into a figurative box in the corner of her mind. Slow, exhaustively thorough, the buzzing grew louder in the ninja's mind, a droning nothing that threatened to slowly overwhelm her. A voice suddenly sparked up in her head, sounding as if it was her own inner voice...but Aislinne's sultry European tones echoed painfully instead.

"I'm going to lock your self very tightly away and use your soon to be very obedient dronified body as I please. But first...I'm going to fuck you like the worthless whore you are. How does that sound~?" Her cock throbbed just inside the other woman, signifiying its very real future deeper inside.


[21:32] Daring Mai Shiranui makes muffled noises of protest and pleasure, her throat squeezing and vibrating around that wiggling, thrusting rubber tongue with her vocalizations, her hands twitching and shuddering as the encroaching material teases her big, sensitive tits, encasing them and making them look like artistically-sculpted sexdoll bits, the big pale orbs and puffy pink areola now all the same shiny black. She gasps loudly as the tongue is pulled out, panting heavily, her breath shaking that long line of saliva before making it break, trying to think through the fog around her thoughts. The suit sliding its way fully up her back and down her arms forces her into a rigid, statue-like posture, arms forced down to her sides stiffly, leaving her with her rubber tits jutted out and her flat stomach apparently sucked in. She yelps as she's turned and shoved forward, bending perfectly at the waist like some sort of toy soldier bowing while still at attention, before she cries out at that fat rubber cock starting to spread open the tight, completely coated ring of her ass.

Then her cries trail off as her expression starts to slowly relax, going from shocked, humiliated, and a bit aroused to something calm, the wild fear in her eyes fading and becoming dull as they become disconnected from her actual mind. Within Mai does her best to renew her struggles, trying to cry out since that was the only resistance left to her, but it causes barely more than a quiet grunt of response to Aislinne's question as she's further and further forced deep inside her own mind, leaving her body seemingly unoccupied.


[21:44] Aislinne slides a few more inches in, half of her thick, throbbing length painfully making its way inward to claim the hole as its own. Not sensing much resistance in the ninja anymore, Aislinne's hand at Mai's back returns to the other hip, giving the fat ass right below it a few firm smacks to watch it jiggle. Her fingers dig in, and she finally gives a full, harsh thrust, an obvious bulge in the other woman's stomach made known as she's claimed. All the better to break down resistance further, the suit encasing Mai entirely from the neck down redoubles its efforts. Groping at an impressive, squashed bust, pinching at the hidden nipples, tracing fingers along curves and limbs and buzzing ever more insistently at the ninja's nipples and clit. It even started up inside of her walls, nowhere left unteased, and Aislinne finally began a solid rhythm. Pulling back, hilting, again and again, brutal and uncaring, squealing out her delight at the squeezing tightness all the while.

Her real voice busy singing a lewd little song, the one inside of Mai's head was still very cogent while the nanites worked. "Oh my. Not much fight in you. Look at how far you've already fallen. I'll be sure to keep all those useful skills of yours handy as well. A precious fucktoy, a valuable agent, and all mine. You love the idea. You want to serve, to be nothing more than a rubbery drone, mindlessly obedient to my whims." The buzzing grew ever louder, Aislinne's voice practically a chorus with how it echoed. At the ninja's neck, the rubber began the last leg of its journey, climbing up to the top of her neck and prodding at her chin. The blob holding Mai's legs finally melted back into Aislinne, no longer needed, while the nano-tex began to work up around the back of the helpless ninja's head. Her hair wasn't matted down, but her ears were entirely hidden. Instead, her long ponytail was wrapped perfectly, practically a tendril of rubber amid a bald looking head, and soon only her lovely face remained...


[21:53] Daring Mai Shiranui outwardly gives no reaction as that massive cock pushes deeper and deeper into her ass and finally bulges out her molded rubber belly, her expression as neutral and unresponsive as if she were simply asleep with her eyes open, instead of stiff-armed and stiff-legged, bent over a table with her rubber-coated tits pillowed against it and squeezing out to the sides. And though she gives no outward reaction to the rough fucking, nor to the suit lewdly toying with her body in all those expertly lascivious ways, internally she's yowling and writhing, her mind's inability to so much as make her lips twitch seeming to only heighten the sensations. The cock pounding her sensitized, pleasure-reprogrammed asshole, the vibrations and squeezing of the suit, it feels like she's drowning in the pleasure, waves of it smashing against her even as her body silently and unemotionally accepts every bit of it.

She tries to rally her defenses, gather some of her mental training as she feels that voice pushing into her mind. 'No, no, I will fight you, I will win, I am not your precious fucktoy or your agent! I am a precious fucktoy and a valuable agent! I won't serve you, I'm my own drone and I am nothing more than mindlessly obedient to your whims!' She tries to pit her thoughts against her attacker's, not realizing that she's already been far too compromised, that she's already let the rubber creature plunge itself as deeply into her mind as it has her ass, and that all she's really doing is aiding in her own brainwashing by trying to fight.


[22:06] Aislinne never finds the teasing she has the suit doing useless, the battle inside of Mai's mind still raging. She was simply thorough, employing every dirty trick and advantage to ensure that anything resembling resistance was locked away tightly in a little 'chest' somewhere in the deep recesses of her captive's rapidly emptying mind. Her laugh is maddening, a dozen, a hundred individual voices mocking Mai's attempt to stay herself while more and more of her very self is subsumed. The next leg in Aislinne's plan is the worst yet, bombarding what little cogent psyche is left with images, sounds, repeating words. Rubbery drones, an orgy of them, rolling around, fucking, always obeying. Squeaks, nothing but squeaks, all of them utterly silent and mindless. Just like her. She's projected into the middle of it, the orgy raging around and inside of her. Just like her outward body, only her face remains, a soft island of normalcy amid complete and utter, featureless, obsidian nothing.

With Aislinne finding the body little more than a placid doll already, she pulls out. Her hands grip tight, and she quickly turns Mai around again. Facing one another, bright, glowing blues locking onto dull, glassy ambers, and she smiles. Her face materializes in the ninja's mind, the background to the wild, endless orgy that implored her to give herself to the droning emptiness. "Yes. Yes you are. My precious fucktoy. My valuable agent. My mindless drone..." A moment later, and she hilted herself again, though this time into the other woman's lewdly stretched open flower. Deep, bulging her stomach again, one arm locked behind Mai's waist while the other cups the back of her smooth, rubberized head. The latex began to encroach upon the last of her, sliding around and into her mouth, forcing it open into the same fuckhole as the rest of her holes. Gliding over her nose, thickening, barely a bump anymore, and only a small space around her eyes were left.

Relax...obey...serve... Her rhythm was slow this time, almost loving, schlicking in and out with gentle, laborious thrusts that belied the painful length penetrating the very soon-to-be entirely droned ninja.


[22:17] Daring Mai Shiranui finds herself thrust into the maelstrom of that endless sea of writhing, thrusting, coupling rubber drones, her already weakened mind desperately trying to process both the internal imagery and pleasure and the sensations of the suit teasing her body, the double sensation making her feel all the more detached from reality. Is she that drone, mechanically thrusting its hips back against another? Is she that one, bobbing its head over another's fingers with all the regularity and passion of a robot? She could be any of them, she could be all of them! And all of this while she's under constant assault by both Aislinne's mind and her body. As she desperately tries to find even a scrap of her own identity within the miles-wide orgy of voiceless, emotionless rubber drones, her stiff and unreacting body is pulled upright and turned around, facing her violater, her owner, and accepting that massive rubber prick again, this time in the molded rubber fuckhole between her legs. As Aislinne stares into her blank eyes, probably watching the tiny mote of individuality deep within the pupils struggle and dim, the suit slides around, forming around her full lips and pulling them apart, smoothing them out into nothing but an eternally open hole waiting for a cock, the rubber inside forming ridges like some rubber masturbation sleeve... since that's now what it is. The rubber continues upward, covering her nose and the holes of it, the details of it quickly lost as it's molded into little more than the suggestion of one to complete the appearance of a face, removing just that much more of a unique identifying feature from her.


[22:30] Aislinne feels an intenseness in her own head, though this one's the delightful pressure of a growing climax. Her thrusts are faster, passionate, losing their previous rhythm in favor of the desperate need to cum. Stretched and molded so, Mai's holes were made as best they could for Aislinne, custom fitted and all for her pleasure. The suit still loved, though. It was an extension of Aislinne's will, after all. Molested, slapped, jiggling all the while, the ninja's body worshipped even as it was reduced to nothing more than an object. The technomistress pressed in closer, her fingers behind Mai's head scrabbling at the rubber coating it, and foreheads touched. Her world was those lovely, nearly empty eyes, her own glowing all the brighter to compensate. All around the last bit of Mai, the orgy suddenly stopped. There was only one Aislinne, picking her up, holding the ninja's head in her hands. Her whisper was soft, gentle, the smile upon the nano-being's thoughtform beatific.

"It's time to let go. Goodbye, my slutty little ninja..." A kiss, mirrored inside and out, lips to lewdly waiting dollhole, and the last of Mai was taken. Her eyes were encased, smoothed over, as if they were never there to begin with. But the drone could still see. it could still obey. Hilting fully, Aislinne shuddered badly as she finally tumbled over the edge. Spurting thick ropes of manufactured jism, holding tight to her new drone as if in a storm, eyes scrunching tightly as her lyrical moans reached a peak. Clearly unable to take it all, her spunk began to ooze downward, spilling from the doll's fuckhole and slowly crawling down its gropeable thighs. Still in the afterglow, Aislinne stayed hilted, her impressive bust docking roughly with the thing before her.

"Hello, GN-0825..." With that, the last of what made Mai Mai was locked away, the vault Aislinne constructed in the now-empty head locking tight for the time being. Not forgotten, but still there. Impenetrable, perfect. Just like the luscious, rubberized body she cuddled herself against.


[22:37] Daring Mai Shiranui feels the last of herself swallowed up in those eyes and washed away by the gush of cum inside her, the last of her individuality and self effectively wiped out as her eyes are closed over by a flat expanse of rubber. This time there was no reaction either outwardly or inwardly to the surge of pleasure coursing through its body, merely an acknowledgment that it was being used for its intended purpose by its master. It continued to stand at rigid attention, arms down at its side, legs stiff to either side of its stretched fuckhole, even as the trickles of cum slid down its inner thighs. Somewhere, somewhere so deep inside that it probably didn't even count as truly existing, that tiny remnant of Mai Shiranui shuddered a tiny bit at the sensation, as it no doubt would for the rest of eternity as the drone continued to be used for any purpose its master turned it to. Mai was now locked away so deeply that she wasn't even really conscious of the pleasure being inflicted on her, or anything else... it was just one tiny bit of Drone GN-0825 that didn't matter, any more than some similar fragment of a previous existence would matter in the other 824 just like it that its owner no doubt had stored away or working somewhere.