It's been a week since you've helped Kronii in her doppelganger elimination activities, a week since you saw a girl die in front of you with your tongue still in her snatch.
You're no longer the same person you were before meeting the Mistress of Time, you've been conditioned to the horrors that have been forced upon you.
Your harsh and cruel mistress was out in a mission, apparently she was tracking down a Gawr Gura doppelganger, leaving you in the Room.
You're standing over the bound form of another Kronii, more accurately a doppelganger, unlike the first one you encountered this one had been a lot more conscious.
Kronii had trusted you enough to get rid of her own doppelgangers without her guidance, you had learned many dark things under her tutelage.
"W-What are you doing? "It was starting to wake up as you tie a garrote under her lower neck, the other end of it was attached to a leg of the steel chair that was bolted down in the middle of the room.
You offer no answer, Kronii had taught you it was best to not engage with the targets.
You complied obediently.
"H-Hey what the hell?" The doppelganger is fully awake, her panicked blue eyes darting around to see the clean and sterile room she suddenly found herself in.
You grab her on the chin, forcing her head to stay in place as your dead eyes bore into her.
"You have to die now." You say with no hint of an emotion.
She's terrified, trying to say something before you tighten the garrote.
She gasps a bit, it isn't enough to asphyxiate her but it makes it harder for her to breath.
Your hand explore her long legs, gliding over her thighs. They jiggle and shake due to her struggling.
Your fingers dig deep under her tights, you pull them down, tearing it apart in the process.
It's a difficult process, you had only bound her arms, she was trying desperately to kick you away.
Thankfully for you doppelgangers were significantly weaker than the originals that they aped. This Kronii didn't have the time powers you had feared so deeply.
You gain control of her legs, removing her shoes and getting rid of the remnants of her hosiery.
You hold both of her feet up to your face, they were squirming and wiggling to break free from your wicked grasp. Your tongue starts slithering around the gaps and grooves of her toes.
You can hear her manage a strangled cry of disgust at the feeling of your saliva wetting her soft and milky soles.
You push them away, pressing your elbows on her thighs so they wouldn't squirm so much. You wrap your arms around her hips.
You lift and then pull.
The doppelganger starts gasping and croaking out sounds, her neck was firmly affixed to the chair of the leg by the garrote. It offered no space to slide up or down. You pulling her away gave the needed pressure for the garrote to do its work.
You hold her up for around a minute, then you slowly released your pull and allowing her a little respite.
Her eyes are watering, red crooked lines forming in her iris and sclera.
Her tongue is projecting out like an erection, and her mouth is open wide in a vain effort to acquire more air.
Sweat was dripping down her forehead, it condensed on her beautiful black hair and made it tangle over her eyes.
You push away the clumped strands with a finger, caressing her reddened face.
"P-Please...stop." It begs you, trying to appeal to your humanity.
You had none left to give.
You take a glance at her upper body, at her paizuri window. You plant your face in, motorboating her massive breasts. You can smell the sweat, and feel them heave up and down. You could've sworn you could have tasted it's fear.
Enough games.
You pull down it's urine soaked panties, and shove your dick inside her quivering cunt.
You gasp out in a shudder, you've learned that terror for one's life did wonders for the vaginal walls. Your dick felt nice and warm, snuggly constricted much like how her neck was constricted.
You wrap your elbows are around her knees, your hands reaching behind and firmly grabbing unto her feet.
You slowly begin to lift her up, all the while staring at her.
All she can do is plead with you with desperate eyes and repeated utterances of the word please.
It's attempts would not work.
You lift and pull, all the while thrusting like a piston into her.
You stare at it's face. It's eyelids close shut in pain and mind numbing fear, her tongue dancing madly like a marionette.
You keep on pulling and you keep on thrusting.
Foam and snot start to coalesce around the nostrils and the edges of it's mouth.
Her convulsions and struggles of resistance dying down by the second.
In the meantime, you explore her body one final time before it became an inert mass of flesh. You shove her limp feet into you face and inhale deeply, you slap her breasts with one hand mesmerized by their chaotic bouncing, you take out her gloves with your teeth and start licking vigorously her hand and fingers that tried to, in a futile attempt, get you to stop killing her.
Her lips and face start changing shades from red to blue, her resistance was finally gone.
You've expelled buckets of cum now, her pussy was overflowing by this point.
You drop her, like a sack of bricks, a wet smack resounds as her corpse lands on the floor.
You kneel down, bringing your face closer to hers. You open an eyelid with a thumb. Her eye is completely blank, completely red if not for her blue iris.
You suck on it's dead and swollen tongue, you can still taste some sweetness.
You cut the garotte with pliers, deep and purple ligature marks around it's neck.
You kneel over it, observing your handiwork.
The body was still, there was nothing worn in it's lower body, while her while blouse was torn open, exposing her cooling dead mammaries and nipples.
You apply some aftercare, getting rid of the dirt and sweat of every inch of the body with your tongue and spit.
You force it's tongue back into the mouth, and respectfully fix her blouse shirt, to give her a little bit of dignity. Now it looked like she was sleeping, barring the dripping cum from it's dead orifice.
You scoop it up in your arms, treating the carcass more gently than you did when it was alive.
You're going to deposit it in the morgue, waiting for Kronii to come so that she can preserve it more permanently with her powers, maybe it would be made into dinner or be used as a toy for whenever you and Kronii decided to fuck around a bit.
A long time ago you'd have hated yourself for this.
Now all you feel is quiet pleasure.

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Pub: 13 Sep 2021 11:05 UTC
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