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As Velvet(?) slowly draws her throbbing, ebony, dick out of Coco’s mouth the fashionista groans, shaking her head a few times before glaring up at her partner.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop copying her fucking loo- GLRK!” Coco was cut off by a cock down her throat, the illusion covering it fading for a second to reveal Emerald’s dark meat. The greenette giggles as she rapidly pumps into the brunette’s gullet, putting the illusion back up while smearing Coco’s face on her crotch.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.” says ‘Velvet’ in her usual accent, smirking as she drags Coco off her fat rod. Once her mouth is free Coco’s usual snark is gone, her tongue lolling out while she seems to tremble just a bit in her chair. ‘Velvet’ catches the movement easily and looks down, licking her pink-glossed lips at the sight of the brunette filling her condom with a thick wad of sticky jizz.

“If only Velvet could see you now….” The impostor starts while pushing her hips forward, holding her tip in front of Coco’s lips.

“Oral slut.”

And suddenly the fashionista’s lips are wrapped around Emerald’s oozing tip, desperately slurping on the dark-skinned girl’s glans while staring up at her lustfully.

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“You understand your place now, right?”

A series of rather wet schlips follow the sentence.

Miruko doesn’t say a word in response. Not that she could, anyway. She’d lost the ability to say human words after her 10th orgasm, and as she reaches her 11th from rapid stroking she almost starts to worry that she’ll literally be pumped stupid.

Almost.

The heroine is far too busy rolling her eyes up behind her blindfold to actually think, her mind fucked by the entirely too strong feelings her load shooting into the air gives her.

Too bad the torture doesn’t stop there.

Wet, sloppy stroking sounds begin again and Miruko struggles pointlessly in her binds, her strapped-down full nelson position on the table keeping her from doing a thing to resist.

“I’m so-”

Sclpschlpschlp

The rabbit heroine throws her head back and screams, her hips thrustinting into the air involuntsarily as she gets incredibly close to orgasm.

“OOOOOOOOGH~! I’M SHOHRYYYYYYYYYYY!”

And then she cums again.

And again.

And again.

Rumi was never going to doubt Midnight’s prowess ever again.

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“You actually get off to this? Disgusting.”

Splurt!

“Ugh…animal.”

Velvet’s eyes cross underneath her blindfold as she orgasms once again, the combination of the cockmilker’s rapid strokes and the degradation she receives making her unable to hold her load in. She really is too weak to being degraded….

A good thing for the facility. 

A bad thing for keeping her safe from being bullied.

Like now, as the heels of one of the officers in the room click-clack their way toward her, a gloved hand grabbing the handle of the dildo jammed deep in the rabbit’s asshole. Velvet struggles in her bonds, whimpers able to be heard through the ballgag in her mouth. Too bad the leather straps binding her arms and legs behind her back are too tight to allow much movement, the Rabbit Faunus forced to just lay on the cold, metal table she was on as the black, shiny toy is dragged out of her stretched hole agonizingly slowly. 

Drip.

A thick wad of cream oozes from Velvet’s cock during the process of removing the dildo, plopping down into the large amount of seed in the collection vat underneath her. Expected, but not nearly as big as her other orgasms.

“Woah….You seeing this, Officer Nikos?”

“I certainly am, Officer Adel. Looks like this one is having production issues.”

“Definitely looks that way. Guess we have to fix it, huh?”

“I suppose we do.”

Velvet groans at the feeling of a thick cock entering her sensitive rear right after it’s started to recover from being stretched by that massive dildo, her fat bunnyballs clenching in preparation for a rather large load that’s blown out the moment Coco leans down and whispers to her.

“Bitchbunny.”

Splat.

Another load shot into the collection vat. One of dozens the machinery of the Rubber Prison would milk from her that night.

One of hundreds the dream facility had gotten from her already, real and imagined. 

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"You're a glutton for punishment. "

Pop!

Ruby's saliva-smeared lips slip off of Weiss' thick length, pursing immediately to keep the massive load within her bloated cheeks from spilling.

"But that's to be expected, right?"

Ruby swallows thickly, an orgasmic shudder going through her as Weiss' creamy seed barely goes down.

"After all you get off to being used…"

Gulp!

"...controlled.."

Gulp!

"...owned."

Gulp!

Ruby opens her mouth and lolls her tongue out, her maw completely empty of Weiss' sticky cream.

A drop of jizz oozes out of Ruby's cock to join the puddle she'd made on the floor. 

A string of saliva falls from the tip of Ruby's tongue and into the white liquid.

Weiss throbs.

"I suppose you still haven't learned your lesson yet, Have you?"

Ruby's mischievous smirk is all the answer the Schnee needs. A smile of her own forms on Weiss' face as she grasps Ruby by the head once more and thrusts into her mouth.

Glk.

GLHK!

GLURK!

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Neo sighs as she finishes her latest session of pounding her favorite toy, her balls finally emptied after hours and hours of thrusting. The process is always long but always enjoyable, and though her toy lacks the squirming underneath her a person is capable of the expressions  made are more than a suitable replacement. After all.... The stupid faces Yang is capable of making despite the rubber clinging to her face? 

Delicious.

In fact... Neo giggles silently as she grabs a remote from the small table next to the floor-mounted sleeve of a woman Yang has become, pushing the slider all the way to maximum. As expected, a muffled moan is the response and the captive, bound blonde beneath her soon has a rather stupid look on her tightly-wrapped face from the intense vibrations given to her, her tongue sticking straight up within the almost painted-on rubber hood while both eyes widen as if rolling up.

Throb.

Neo’s thick member pulses within Yang’s asshole, the relatively large amount of seed poured inside forcing some of the remainder within the blonde to leak out of her rear.

Looks as if Neo could go for another round…

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Pyrrha doesn't remember much before Cinder came into her life.

Or at least, she thinks she doesn't. Wasn't she a…?

A look into her girlfriend's eyes clears all of that up. Pyrrha giggles dumbly as her already full tits go up another size, nearly spilling out of her uniform the same way her fat ass almost does. 

She's a bimbo-brained cum dispenser! How could she forget? Maybe its because she hasn't been milked yet…? The hand that grasps the bimbo redhead's full package seems to have a similar idea, judging by the squeeze given to her plump ballsack through her clothes.

Looks like she's about to be drained for the fifth time that week.

Throb.

Pyrrha couldn't wait~

Pyrrha's ditzy little bimbo brain can barely comprehend the sight in front of her. All of her smarts in the condom her girlfriend held? How silly~! She never had smarts to begin with. 

Cinder's tongue trails up the redhead's cheek right after she thinks that, a kiss pressed to the slick skin that makes another drop of the personality Pyrrha used to have ooze out of her dick. The condom follows, dropped into the toilet the former fighter stood over before being flushed. 

"You didn't need that~" Pyrrha's girlfriend says once more, continuing her milking motions from before. 

She was going to take everything.

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Pyrrha cups her chest, looking at the plush mounds in the mirror she stood before. The bra of the lingerie they sat within made them look even more tempting than they already were bare. Red lace looked good on her, it seemed. Made her…fuckable.  A strange thought to have about yourself, maybe. But…

The redhead throbs . 

Cinder steps into the room. Pyrrha can see she's also clad in lingerie. A lacy black. 

She can also see a bit of something red and shiny on the woman's hips. 

Another throb, this one followed by a twitch of Pyrrha's shaft.

"You're so pretty in that." Cinder coos as she presses her top half into her girlfriend's from behind, her arms coming around to squeeze and knead those plump breasts with gloved hands. 

"Only one thing could make it better…"

Her bottom half is placed against Pyrrha's. 

The redhead feels the smooth plastic of the strapon against her rear.

Throb.

"This inside of you…"

Pyrrha's tongue lolls out upon feeling her hole spread around the slick plastic of her Mistress' toy. She's laid on her back, her legs folded with her arms around her knees so Cinder has the best possible access to her rear end. A mating press…

Definitely worth it.

"What do you say?" is whispered before another deep thrust into the redhead. This one rubs on that sensitive little gland in the girl’s tunnel in just the right way…

Eyes crossing. Tongue flicking. Pyrrha cums, her thick load splattering on her own face. She answers her Mistress as her cream drips down her features slowly.

"Ooooh~! Thank you~♡"

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Pyrrha Nikos twists and turns for what must be the fourth escape attempt within the hour. 

It doesn't work. It never does.

The tightness of the tendrils wrapped around her wrists make it obvious that her efforts would never work…

But anything is better than taking another belly-bulging thrust. 

Speaking of…

Pyrrha gasps and throws her head back as she feels her stomach warp around the tentacle in her pussy, her hole pounded so hard she could swear her belly jumps half a foot from the impact. 

"Hmngh!"

So, so deep …but still not enough to pierce through her last line of defense:

The Aura Barrier protecting her womb.