Toys

Walking behind her, I place both hands on her ass cheeks and squeeze, enjoying the way her behind fits my palms perfectly, the smooth texture of our clothing making them slide. I soon find my hands wandering, running over thigh and stomach, one hand reaching to cup one of her breasts. She moans at my touch, the nanotex flexing slightly as she pushes herself forward into the touch as my fingers press in deeper. My other hand shifts around from butt cheek to her mons, fingers pushing against her lower lips, pressing into them and causing her to shudder in front of me, her movement rocking back and forth pressing her backside against my bulge. It takes me physical effort to resist simply letting my cock form out of its holder and then sliding hard through the nanotex wrapping and into the tight sheath of her box that is just begging for it.

When I let go, I can't help but notice the way that she shuffles more, almost like she's missing the contact, the dark of the nanotex wrapper probably leaving her touch starved especially if Valentina had captured her a while ago and wanted to really punish her. Well, that's Valentina's business - I'm here more to get my enjoyment from this girl and then fill her with the nanites used to turn humans into simple subservient drones.

Walking around to her front, I grab the nanotex face mask and pull. The woman underneath is pretty. Beautiful even, her strong features and crystal blue eyes standing out especially. She gasps when the hood is removed, the rest of her bindings dropping away as the nanotex loses it's form, letting her finally move. She ends up falling to her knees, her long hair shielding her naked body as she looks up at me, my hand coming to gently hold her cheek.

I place a finger on her lips. "Anya. Don't speak. You know where you are, yes?"

She nods.

"You know what is going to happen now?" I can see her look confused for a moment, so I clarify. "You stole from Valentina. Valentina has told me to punish you. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

"Fuck you". The woman's first words and I already like her. The way she spits them out, she's disobedient but spirited.

I smile back. "I thought I told you not to speak."

"Fuck. You." She repeats. "You fucking gimp suit-wearing asshole. Valentina tricked me into borrowing that money from her and then she changed the deal. So you aren't going to do shit..."

A gurgling sound came from her throat as my hand gripped it tight, black nanotex clashing with her pale skin. "I told you not to speak, and yet you disobey." I squeeze tighter, watching the way her eyes frantically dart around, her fingers starting to grasp around my muscular wrist. Effortlessly, I lift her up so she's now looking down at me, letting her feet dangle in the air as I enjoy the panic building in her until I drop her to the bed before returning to stand at the end, looking at how she runs her hands over her neck.

She looks up at me again. "What the fuck are you? Some kind of demon?" She backs herself into the pillows, trying to get further away from me. "You're not one of her drones that she has in her office, and you speak too much for one of her enforcers..."

"Please, I'm just one of her friends." I smile again, one hand coming to rest on the end of the bed. "But for you, I'm basically going to be your god from now on." I finish, just as I will myself to grow.

Growing in nanotex is one of the most pleasurable things I've ever experienced. Nanotex makes all sex better, but that sensation of feeling your muscles grow, your cock and balls expand to something inhuman, and even just how the latex tightens to show it off, all of it is unique. But my favourite thing is the effect on other people. It seems to raise a primal urge in humans seeing something both incredibly human and incredibly godlike at the same time, it drives them to all act with a mixture of fascination and horror. But mostly arousal, the sudden and driving urge to both fuck and be fucked. To let the human-shaped god before you take control and to let him breed you like the hole you are.

This new girl is going through that process now. As I finish growing, reaching my full height, feeling my muscles return to a familiar size and the tension in my bones cease, I can see she's on the edge of losing her mind, seeing it spiral in a mix of terror and arousal. In fact, I can see how turned on she is, see how aroused she is by how much her slit is leaking and by how easily her fingers slide back and forth on her lower lips. She's rapidly blinking and mumbling, hands that once gripped the covers now loose and shaking as she instinctively pleasures herself at such a sight.

She just stares as I move to stand on one side of the bed, moving effortlessly towards her. She barely reacts as I grab her by her hair and drag her to the edge of the bed, hanging her head off the side to give me a straight shot down her throat. I do give her a moment to take in my bulge, pressing it against her nose and face so she can experience its heat and musk before I let forth my tool. My cock expands rapidly, landing on her face and neck, it's length and width closer to a baseball bat than anything else. For a few moments, it steams in the cold air of the room, and I hear her murmuring something, her eyes wide as she takes it in, watching my hand run up and down it's length. She's probably asking her god for deliverance, or maybe commenting to herself how it's not going to fit. I care little either way, at this point I will make sure it finds a home in her throat.

Pulling back, I guide the head of my cock to her lips. For a moment, she tries to resist, shutting her mouth closed and groaning in annoyance. In response, I simply trap her nose between my two fingers and press it closed. She glares up at me, hatred in her eyes mixed with a certain desperation until she opens her mouth and breathes deep, inhaling and causing her chest to expand, pushing her perfect breasts up. Of course, her breath is also her downfall - I slam my cock in between her lips and straight down her throat. With a hand gripping the outside to keep her steady I can even feel the muscular shaft as it pushes deeper, see the way it malfoms and thickens her neck. Her fingers clench and she gags, chokes, her body fighting to clear her airway even as I fill it with my next thrust, the head of my cock deep in her throat. I can already feel her slobbering over my cock, the spittle running down the black latex and shining it before dripping to the floor. I withdraw slightly before hammering home again, my balls having fully emerged from the bulge by now and slapping her in the face when I go all the way in.

I fuck her hard and fast, a steady rhythm of back and forth. It's punishing, and I can hear her choke several times, but seeing the way she squirts from her slit or how the muscles in her legs contract and bend back I can see that some part of her is enjoying this rough treatment. She's wet enough I'm able to sink two of my fingers into her right up until the knuckle, my other hand playing with her prominent nipples atop those firm breasts of hers. As I get closer, as I feel my balls swell as they swarm with my nanites, I lean forward and place my tongue over her mons, letting it thicken and press inside her. This seems to drive her wild, my muscular body pressed on hers, my presence dominating her world.

She's a mess when I pull out. Cum dribbling from her lips and nose, her own juices flowing freely down her thighs as I casually turn her around, her limbs dragging as I pull her hair. I set her up sitting upright on the bed, her legs dangling where her head once was. Stepping closer, I rest my ball against her slit, letting her feel their warmth

She gurgles "What... feel... strange." before she leans forward and unleashes some of the cum that had been in her throat onto my broad chest, the viscous liquid flowing down my front and shining up the black latex there. For a moment or two I just look down at it, seeing the way it matches the deep definition as it runs down and down. But then I dip my fingers in it, helping it spread it more, making the shine deeper and deeper as if I had polished it.

"What you're feeling is your body being turned into something useful. By the time I'm done with you, you're not going to be really human anymore." I push forward, one hand grabbing her hair in my fist, the other forcing my cum covered fingers into her mouth, pressing on her tongue and rubbing around the inside. Her eyes roll at the sudden sensation, her lower body writhing forward to rub against my shaft, lubricating it with just how much her body desires to be filled and used. At first, she struggles against the fingers but as I move them slightly she starts to suck, licking off the juices covering them, the mix of her own and my virile spunk. Her eyes unfocused, as if her brain was entirely controlled by my cock and my fingers.

I stroke the side of her face "You can feel it already can't you? Your body is changing. It wants to obey me, it's master." She's struggling against my control, against the nanites filling her, against her nature. But I'm stronger.

"I... don't... " she tries to say but I push closer, more of my muscular body touching hers, her hands unable to resist the need to grip onto my shoulders, nails digging in for a moment as she rubs again against my tool. She's already starting to become wrapped around my fingers, eager for her master's touch, her hands exploring more and more until they reach my cock and she slowly begins to stroke. The nanites work fast, turning her mind more and more to serving me.

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At this point, looking down at her, seeing the way her nanite-addled mind is worshipping my godlike body, I decide something - I'm taking this girl. It's probably what Valentina intended, wrapping her up like a gift. Of course, if I'm truly going to take her, I want her to know exactly what she's going to be. For this reason, I lift her hand off my cock, seeing the way my precum strings from her fingertips. Almost instinctively, she brings them up to her mouth to clean them, taking each one and spending plenty of time cleaning them off, tasting me on them before closing her eyes in pleasure.

"Stay here" I instruct her, and I can see her eyes flash between a need to disobey, to return to my touch, and a desire to rebel. However, my orders have a certain force, a certain unspoken threat and my new girl is so desperate (deep down) to be a good girl. She remains sitting on the edge of the bed as I step for a moment into the walk-in closet.

I slide the drones out of the way, instead returning to the girl at the back, to Violet, the one who mere hours ago I have been fucking into a nightclub table, whose dark skin had been beaded with sweat as I coaxed release after release out of her. Now though, as I in unzip the vacbed and watch her emerge, she is a truly an Amazon. A foot taller, muscle now packing what was once merely an athletic frame, she steps forward with a dominating confidence far beyond what she had downstairs. Her skin is now coated in black nanotex wrapping to every contour and definition, yet she's still wearing the gloves and thigh-high pieces she had downstairs, the only difference being that the other drones had replaced the hood with one emblazoned with my sigil on her brow. Perhaps best of all, as she stands there, sweat steaming off her body as she cools, I can feel my control over her. Not just her actions, but her body, her very form. Her groin is androgynous, nothing more than a slight bulge, but I can feel the possibilities at my fingertips. I give it an affectionate rub and she wakes, her head looking around for a moment before facing me directly. "Follow" I command, and in response I feel her obedience as she falls in step behind me, her nantoex-wrapped feet pressing into the carpet almost noiselessly despite her muscular bulk.

When we re-enter the room, it seems some part of the rebellious side of Anya has returned. She's stood up and bent over, retching up her stomach full of cum. She looks up at me through sweat matter hair, smiling a little. "you're trying to brainwash me. It's not going to work. Too strong for that." The effect is ruined somewhat by the fact she leans over again, more thick cum coughing onto the floor, making me increasingly glad I don't have to clean up these rooms whenI leave.

I smile back at her, my hands on my hips. "If that's so, why haven't you tried to run?" I step forward, lifting her head up and wiping away the mess on her face. I'm enjoying her resistance, the way she hasn't just folded over. I do enjoy a challenge.

She still scowls, looking over my shoulder at my Amazon. "Whose she? Another deviant come to fuck me?" Her face turns a sneer as the black clad figure doesn't react, but I notice there is something else in it,

Gods, I can't help but smile before I answer. "Oh no, she's a preview. She's what you will be once I've finished with you." I will my Amazon forward to stand next to me, letting her tower over Anya, showing off her height and strength.

Anya looks back at me. "You're joking? You're gonna make me into something like her? What happened to be making me into Valentina's little masked fucktoy?" She raises an eyebrow but in return I grab her shoulder and push her to her knees.

"I changed my mind. Either way, the person Anya will stop existing in a few moments, your personality erased and replaced by a need to serve me." I press her face against my cock, letting her smell the musk once more, the nanites I exude already beginning to return her to compliance. She complains, for a moment, but a movement forces her in deeper, her hands gripping my thighs at first for support, but then to help her force herself deeper. I pull her away by her hair and I can't help but notice her eyes have gone wide with pleasure, her mouth ringed by a circle of spit. I look down at her and explain "This way, you'll still be something special. Rather than just something I pack into a suitcase to make sure I never run out of fun or getting abused working for Valentina like another sex toy."

She giggles. Not the sound I expected from someone who had been so aggressive moments before, but I do appreciate not everyone is used to nanites aggressively rewiring your brain. She rocks back on her heels, fixing me with a crooked smile. "You talk a lot for a guy with a body like that. How about you shut up and fuck me?".

Finally, the moment I always want. Sure, I have enough strength to physically take whoever I wish, and often have. But there is something special about the moment some goes from absolute hatred to demanding to be fucked. It's the break that makes it all worthwhile. Of course, at this point, I'll glad take the sex too. Fucking a throat is good, but nothing beats pile driving a girl from behind, spilling my seed inside of her to make her a nightmare wrapped in nanotex.

I was going to start by mounting her from behind, but I suddenly realise a better plan. Anya is surprised when I don't advance, but even more so when she finds herself being picked off the floor by the strong arms of my amazon, Violet finally joining in. She hooks her black clad muscular limbs around Anya's shoulders, lifting her up and letting her dangle in front of her. I see Anya struggling, but mostly the way she's rubbing herself against the large breasts and hard body of the amazon standing behind her.

However, it's the perfect setup for me. With a thought, my cock returns to full hardness and I advance on the pair of ladies in front of me. Anya is already struggling, but she loses when I press myself against her, sandwiching her between two gods of pleasure and desire. I move myself up and down, letting her feel the blunt head of my cock sliding up and down her front, coming to rest at the top in between her breasts. However, it's when i drop low, lower than before, and she feels the head just start to slide in that she really moans. Crying out in desperation, needing to feel it. Who am I to disallow her?

Violet is strong enough to stand there, still as a statue as I slide inside Anya and begin to thrust away. I start with a reasonable steady pace, but Anya demands, no begs, for me to go faster, calling me every name under the sun. I get tired of her voice after a few moments of pounding away, grabbing her neck and squeezing, pulling her down harder onto my cock. It doesn't take long for her to attempt to wrench her head back, the ghost of a moan leaving her throat as I feel her release all over me, liquid running over my cock and even spraying on my abdominals. Its the final piece I need to finish myself, burying myself to the hilt inside her, releasing a load of nanites that continues their work.

After that first release, I don't want to stop or even slow. While Anya is still riding out the aftershocks, i pull her from my amazon's grasp and drop her to the floor, placing her on hands and knees.I mount her from behind, my thick cock pushing past my cum to begin filling her again, my hands pressing her hands into the floor as I bury my face in her neck to hear her moans vibrate through her throat.

Looking down, I notice that her fingers are darkening, the surface starting to look glossy and reflective, the first signs of the nanotex beginning to work it's way into her very body. My eyes look down her arm, seeing more and more patches of change along with increasing definition, curves in her muscles that weren't there before. I wrap my arm around her neck to direct her gaze, a thrill of pleasure in me as I see the way she reacts to watching herself before less human yet more powerful. I whisper in her ear, a low pattering drum describing whats happening to her, what's she going to become, fighting against her struggles as I maintain my rhythm, delivering load after load of nanite infested cum directly into her body. This is pure pleasure, that feeling of corruption, of improvement.

When her body as grown enough, I pull her back so we're both kneeling upright, letting her see Violet standing in front of her, a titan of black latex wrapped muscle. I can't help but feel Anya's struggles slowing and instead feel her matching my motions. She moans when her eyes focus on Violet, her brain releasing that is the end goal, to be an echo of the goddess in front of her is to be her reward. I decide to show her another element of her reward too. With a thought, I watch as Violet's bulge begins to expand, larger and larger until it matches my own before going past it to an almost obscene size. Fear and arousal fight in Anya's mind, unsure of the unknown but she can't look away. Especially once Violet, with a slight thrust, unleashes her recently grown cock, the length steaming as it emerges into the cool air of the room.

I don't even have to guide Anya to it. Without a word, she leans forward the inch or so needed to take the head in her mouth, her tongue hard at work lubricating the tip. Violet lets her start off, but after a moment she merely takes a step forward, and then another, each one forcing her cock deeper and deeper into Anya's mouth, just as I unleash another load of hot cum inside the transforming girl. By now, I can feel her abdominals beginning to show through her fat, feel the way her slit is wrapping tighter around my cock. When I move my hand lower, I can feel the hard nub of her clit wrapped in latex, the sensation of my touch causing her to moan around the intrusion in her throat.

Only when Violet is done, when she pulls her still leaking cock cock out of the limp body of Anya, do I pick up my latest conquest and carry her to the walk-in closet. I place her in the vac-bed, the last stage of her transformation, before returning back to the bedroom and the amazon waiting for her master..

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The Concierge comes to visit after a few hours. In fact, she arrives mere moments before Anya was due to emerge from her vacbed, interrupting me as I was too busy filling Violet's mouth with my cum. I open the door still covered in release, a few strands dripping from my shaft and onto the floor.