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Vice Bunker

Chapter 32

-VB-

Amy stared down at the dildo.

It wasn’t working anymore. It just … wasn’t enough.

She’s already changed the shape, gave it more “girth,” and even more load pump, but it just … didn’t give her the same ecstasy she felt from her first time with it.

It was a horrible feeling, physically and mentally.

Physically, she couldn’t get herself off properly!

Mentally, she despaired at what kind of weird things she would have to do. That’s what this was, wasn’t it? She used it too many times and too frequently that normal stuff just didn’t work anymore for her. Like… a tolerance! Yeah, she developed a tolerance for a regular dildo, no matter how oddly shaped she made it.

While she was having trouble with getting her own stress relief…

“YES, rail me, daddy~!”

Vicky was always loud in her room.

Amy didn’t hear much about how they were doing it, only that they were doing it from Vicky’s lustful, ecstatic, and definitely railroaded voice.

They don’t always do it in her sister’s room. No, they actually do it in his room most of the time.

“Fuckkkk yes-!”

What made it worse was that Vicky didn’t know. She wasn’t doing this because she had some perverse desire to let her know how much she liked it thick and big tentacles up her pussy.

“Yes, knock up this naughty bitch!”

So why why why would those images not leave her head?!

Thoom thoom thoom thoom thoom-.

Worse, because both of them were Brutes and Vicky’s furniture was “rated for Brutes,” they went at it with some power. So what would have been a clap was a “lightly” room-shaking tremor… which did absolutely nothing to dissuade her gutter mind about how Vicky liked it rough and from behind.

“FFFUUUCCCK-!”

Amy tried to bury her face and ears into the pillow but it did nothing to stop the wet spurting noises from assaulting her ears. Worse, her mind supplied her with images of the thoroughly exhausted blonde love of her life whimpering in bed as thick, creamy white cum dribbled out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs, if not running up her spine from where they landed on Vicky’s raised ass.

-VB-

It was a nightmare.

They’ve been doing it for a whole week straight in her room instead of his.

She did not want to hear Vicky sucking on his tentacle.

She did not want to hear Vicky talking about getting knocked up.

She did not want to hear Vicky beg for the tentacle dick.

She didn’t want to hear any of this.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She rushed out of her room and just mindlessly roamed the tunnels.

Her feet carried her to somewhere, just away from Vicky.

Away and away and away.

“... where am I?” she asked herself as she looked around.

She found herself in front of a small door, more vault-ish than regular doors that most apartment units used. Was this a storage area?

She hoped it wasn’t the sewage area.

Curious, she opened the door.

There was no light on the other side.

‘Weird,’ she thought as she walked in and tried to look for a light switch along the walls left and right of the door. She didn’t find any and instead found rocky, rough walls. ‘Wait, is this a new tunnel site?’

“Amy? What are you doing here?”

Jotling, she whirled around and found herself staring at the pitch-black skinned owner of the bunker and everyone’s landlord. He was here in his usual butler-like uniform, and she knew that if he lost focus, then his lower legs - clothes and all - would convert to tentacle-legs.

“Manus,” she spoke up. Did he follow her after he fucked Vicky? “Where are we? I’m lost.”

“You’re in the 44th sublevel, Amy.”

44th?! There were that many floors to this bunker?!

She opened her mouth and then closed them. “I… was lost in thought.”

“Oh, so you’re not mad at us?”

“Mad at who?”

“Vicky and I. We didn’t realize it until you left while slamming the door close that there was a chance you could hear everything we did. It probably didn’t make you feel good to listen to your sister having a good time while you … didn’t.”

Was he making fun of her? She couldn’t tell.

Not having much to say about it, she glared at him.

He laughed. Laughed. “Sorry about that. Vicky likes having me by herself, but whenever we do it at my bedroom, the rest of the girls inevitably get involved, you know? So this body … helps her privately.”

It took her a moment to let what he said sink in. “This body?” she repeated.

“Ah, yes. It’s not well known, but I have multiple bodies. I used to be limited to two, but I have lately been able to expand that to as much as I could produce.”

“I guess you can have all of the fun you want,” she grumbled as she looked away and back into the completely dark room. “And what is this place about?”

“It’s the main room for my real body.”

She paused and slowly turned around.

“Say what?”

“Here,” he said and then clapped with his white-gloved hands.

Just like that, the complete darkness disappeared under a dim light, and she saw for the first time.

A giant pit filled to the brim with writhing flesh, rippling and churning.

She froze as she stared in horror.

“I am quite big, aren’t I?” he hummed.

Her legs shook and she lost her strength. She fell to her knees as her fucked up mind guessed that he could cover the entire Medhall Tower and still have more room leftover. That’s how big the pit was just in width.

How deep was it?

“I have to start digging down again,” he sighed. “What should we use this room for when we eventually convert it?”

His question shook her out of her stupor and she looked up at him as if he hadn’t just revealed that he was a giant monster.

“What …?”

He looked at her and then seemed to realize his mistake, and she felt her stomach drop.

He was going to kill her, wasn’t he? He needed to keep his secret saf-.

“Right, right. I forgot that you might have hangups about biological weapons, and I certainly look like one.”

Look like one?! Bitch, you are a a biological horror!

“But don’t worry! Most of the working parts of my body is actually biomechanical. A lot of nanites, some flesh here and there, and you know what.”

“No, I don’t know.”

He looked at her with a frown. “What’s the problem here?” he asked her, still not understanding the issue.

“You…! That…!” But Amy didn’t have the words. She just let out a sigh.

Whatever. If he was doing this before, then Vicky would have known. It’s apparently not a problem for Vicky so it’s not a problem for her. Whatever. Her brain just felt like it was leaking out of her ears at this point.

She stood back up… and then missed her footing because her legs were still without their strength. She slipped on the ground in front of her.

Her eyes widened when she realized that she just fell head-first toward the pool of black flesh.