One Last Stop
The train had stopped for the night. The shipment was already unhooked, leaving only the engines and a few cars connected for tomorrow's run, resting on the Japanese National Railway yard. The gates had been closed and security was busily yawning with a box of donuts and some coffee care of one of the conductors who was in working nights on one her baby. It was shaping up to be a boring night, and the guards on staff were only half paying attention, keeping an eye on the grounds for any trouble that might come along.
For Tyne, however, this meant that getting into the yard itself wasn't exactly difficult. Petty theft wasn't high on her list of things to do, but sometimes you had to take the low hanging fruit that ws available in life. She kept a pair of nice, heavy-duty gloves on to avoid her fingerprints getting everywhere, going for one of the culverts on the western side of the yard. There hadn't been any rain in the last week, so it was bone dry and shimmying under was a simple matter of making sure to push her sword and jacket through ahead of her muscular, powerful frame. Once inside, she looked through the gloom of the railway cars towards the one engine present and smiled.
They'd only left three cars attached, but she knew, just knew that there had to be something worth her trouble on the train worth her time in getting here. Sliding arms back into sleeves and strapping her sawtooth blade, she kept a low crouch. The downside of being nearly seven feet tall was that it didn't make for a low profile in stealth, but right now? Nobody was really watching at the front gate, so it wasn't difficult as long as she kept quiet on her approach. This would be like stealing candy from a baby.
At least, that was her initial thought right up until she was nearly at the engine. From within, she caught sight of light and her ears picked up something that made her cringe a little bit. There was music pouring out of the engine, going at just loud enough of a volume that it ensured that her approach was still masked when the powerful, green haired woman rested her back against the engine's frame. However, it meant that the engine wasn't completely unguarded, which could prove to be a problem. No, she didn't consider whoever was within to be a real threat, but they could scream. Screams could bring trouble. Even if she won the fight, it would amplify her problems the longer it went. Maybe there was a way around it, or if there was just the one she could take them quickly. That would make her life so much easier.
The sounds of the samisen were coming through on the radio, accompanied by a rock band. Old and new mixed together in an aggressive, driving but weirdly authentic sound. It was the kind of thing that people who liked soundtracks or who really liked their sounds to be distinctive and a mesh of the past and present would have listened to. An acquired taste. Tyne smirked, working her way towards the steps up, almost curious what she was going to find inside. Were they going to be even remotely up to a fight? Personally? She was hoping to have an easy knock out so she could snatch and grab anything of value that wasn't tied down in the cars.
What she found, though, made her breath catch and caused the big woman to pause in her tracks, swallowing for a moment while she felt the tent of the cock she'd ended up stuck with thanks to an old partner's dark magic. It was swelling and Tyne's face was flushing, for pretty good reason.
There's an old saying that sometimes you can find a diamond in the rough. A pretty little gem might be hiding among the trash and refuse of a disused building, some forgotten heirloom of a home that nobody even remembered. Sometimes, you might happen across it in the hands of a grubby little merchant reselling relics that were pawned to them, unaware of the real value of the thing. Sometimes, however, it was just lying there in the middle of the coal, covered in the grime of a day's long work, the salt and sweat of exertion, smiling away with a beauty that it seemed utterly unaware of while it worked. That latter was the case, and it made Tyne almost smirk, considering that it was fitting that in the coal room, cleaning the engine and parts of the old train, was a diamond that looked like she'd been forged out of the coal itself, one little gem out of all the others.
Reiko Hurakawa, if her nametag was to be believed, looked to be in her mid-twenties and in absolutely perfect health and youth for that age. Just a bit of that light tan that you got from working the rails gave her whole skin a healthy glow. Plenty of it was on display as she danced in time with the music, her partner being the broom she was using to sweep. She was only in a pair of workboots, a barely regulation blue skirt, green workshirt that was already unbuttoned over the tied up off-white undershirt. The cap on her head, framing the shoulder-length black hair on her head, spoke to her position as conductor and her bright blue eyes twinkled with the pleasure of just working her night away. Sure, she could be at the bar but by the look of the pair of empty bottles on one shelf, she had already started on her night and was enjoying herself thoroughly.
She moved with easy, athletic grace, twirling around broom once or twice almost like it was a pole to dance on, turning the whole act of cleaning up into something of a private game. No weapons on her person, and though there was a large box nearby that had the warning labels of combat drones attached, Tyne could see that the locks were firmly in place. That kind of heavy artillery was only needed if she heard trouble coming, and the guards hadn't called out to warn of any of that sort of thing. It meant that she was essentially vulnerable as long as there wasn't some sort of hand-held device she could reach to call her droids. All the tyranitar turned humanoid really needed to do was keep her hands busy and tied up and there shouldn't be any problems. Maybe a gag wouldn't hurt. Voice activation was a thing, after all.
She didn't move immediately, though. Maybe it was a little stalkery, but when she realized that Reiko couldn't quite see her at the angle she was watching from, not without specifically searching or paying attention, she was just … enjoying the view. Her tongue dragged along the edges off her lips and she watched the conductor move with a heightened heart rate. There was something just... alive about the way that the girl moved, her broom a mixture of pole dance and microphone. Her voice came out in tumultous little waves as she rocked out, blissfully unaware that she was being observed with every second of her dance. There was no efficiency about her cleaning. She was three beers in by now, and in absolutely no hurry. She'd probably just sleep it all off when the job was done in the cot at the station or maybe even here in the train itself.
As a light sweat beaded on her skin, the tied up top was clinging to her body underneath the green outer jacket. The ivory fabric stuck to her in just such a way that the black bra she wore underneath was showing through it. The sight of it, of her body on display despite still being dressed more or less for work, made Tyne's body stir. The futanari's breathing picked up and she felt her shorts tightening, a swollen and engorged member practically begging to get out. As it straightened, its tip dragged up and out at the top of her shorts. They fit just fine right up until the moment she had a hard-on like this, and at that point the head was always visible and it nearly made her groan with the strain of it. She was imagining those legs wrapped around her body, head pushed back and the fight getting screwed out of her hard, and it was admittedly turning her on.
As music switched from one track to the next, Tyne made a decision mentally. Her tongue dragged over her lips again and one hand went down to gently rub against the denim of her shorts. She dropped down to her knees, quietly unzipping and letting it loose. As thumb went to the head and started to rub up and down the front of the shaft, ready to get the first blast of seed off so she'd have some staying power on the second round, she decided that she didn't care if they found a DNA sample later. She was getting out of town. She also decided that whatever was in those cars on the rail? It wasn't worth half what this conductor was worth. Watching as Reiko cracked open another beer and started to chug it like a pro, Tyne decided she'd found the treasure that she wanted to have, and a faint, low rumble in her stomach made her grin wickedly. Yeah. She'd come here to rob the place, but … dinner was starting to sound much better. So much better that she barely stifled the sounds as her thumb hit the sweet spot right below the head, ground a little and she had to wince, thick ropes of white spunk shooting out against the side of the engine car. Oh... she was going to give this girl one hell of a last ride before she sent her pretty little body to stew in a tyranitar's gut, and come out changed forever.
Reiko let out a gasp as she finished the beer off without even taking a breath. She was completely oblivious to the danger that she was in, her day having gone so well up until this point. Yeah, her date had stood her up, but she was with her real baby right now so fuck 'em. There was enough alcohol in her system when she dropped the cans into the recycling bin that a good, healthy buzz was already going. She could handle her alcohol, so while she was no good to drive or the like, the world wasn't swimming around on her. Instead, she was just happily listening to the music that pulsated through her.
Setting a broom down, she went to lean over the conductor's chair, reaching for the log. There were a couple entries that she needed to get to, so she was going to want to hit those before she finished off the six pack or they'd know she did it blitzed. Nobody really cared at this hour of the night as long as she was completely sober the next morning, but it was the principle of the thing. If you didn't do a job right, it wasn't worth doing.
Unbeknownst to her, a small webcam was being pinned up to the door with a tiny little logo on it. Her unseen watcher had fans on social media just for this sort of thing, and when the stream started seconds later, there were going to be people tuning in, and an editor would be pouring over the footage later for future 'posterity.' It'd go out on the dark web, sure, considering how this was going to end, but they had production quality to think of, and Tyne had a fanbase who expected the lone, final performances that her 'Co-Stars' made to be done with as much skill as possible. It would have been rude not to capture her cries properly anymore than her gurgling in the creature's gut.
While she was bent over, Tyne moved. She left her sword propped up against the back of the train, and sped in with an almost unnerving speed. For a woman who used boots, she could pull off a burst of celerity just quietly enough that people usually didn't know what hit them. The raven-haired beauty was no exception to this. One of the tyranitar's hands reached up, tapping a second camera up. It spun around on motion sensors to home in from another angle while she lunged up and behind Reiko, her shorts having been zipped up properly again first.
“Hey! What the hell?†Reiko said while arms went to grab her wrists. A pair of handcuffs were already out and snapped around one with barely any warning. Tyne was strong, far stronger than a human and the tightly wound musculature and tendons of her body strained as she grabbed and whipped both of the girl's wrists behind her back. Clack went the second of the handcuffs, effectively stopping her in split seconds from properly reaching for anything, right before one heavy hand went and grabbed her by the face, muffling the next words out of her mouth completely.
Reiko tried to bite, and managed to get in a dig from her teeth, right before a sock to her gut sent the air out of her lungs. She barely kept it all in, her lips open and a black rubber ball cramming itself into her pretty little lips, wedged between her teeth as she struggled against the bindings, practically twisting her shoulder out of socket to attempt to pull a Lethal Weapon moment. Unfortunatey, it wasn't quite good enough, and when her blue eyes turned around to find her assailant smirking at her and licking the wound on her hand after tying the gag off, she was glaring bloody murder.
Tyne dodged a kick, the green haired woman hopping back to the entrance of the train car and reaching out to grab her sword before setting it inside and shutting the door. When Reiko attempted to charge in for a headbutt, she gave her a good knee to the solar plexus, sending her world reeling. “Now now, we're going to have plenty of fun, you and I,†she said, pulling out a third camera pod and positioning it up on the top of the car to give the right third angle for everything that was about to occur. Three shots would be perfect, and the sound was going to be well echoed as the hard thumping samisen and guitar riffs started to pick up the pace. Taking the fourth and final camera, she opened her mouth and suppressed her gag reflex, swallowing it down. It would make its way into her gut and wedge up against the top of her stomach, perfect for showing the viewers at home the internals when it came time. For now, the gut cam was empty of anything but a low light in the waiting digestive chamber, showing its waiting walls.
Reiko stared with almost no comprehension from where she'd been dropped to her knees. Feeling a hand whip out and grab her by the throat, hauling her body up so she could stare at the woman, she wanted to spit in her face. The way that she looked at Tyne, there was a hardness in the drunken edges of her gaze that made her captor smile even more wickedly. She was looking at her with murder clearly in them and a very obvious intent to pay back everything that was happening in spades. The conductor didn't show it to many people, but she had a secretly very mean streak inside of her, one that looked for moments just like this with some poor drunken bastard she could teach a lesson. But right now, the one getting 'taught' anything was her, and it riled her to no end.
Tyne grabbed and yanked her tag off. “Look at that look you're giving me, Misss... Reiko Hurakawa,†she said, reaching up to show the tag to one of the cameras nice and clear, before discarding it to the side almost casually, she dragged at the kicking, struggling girl's body while she hauled her over to the conductor's seat. A twist of it, and she was the one flopping down onto the cushioned chair, grabbing her by the hair to yank it back and tug on it, holding her neck fully exposed while she leered down into her face. “You want to murder me right now. You wish little Tyne was the one all tied up, stupid enough to try and catch you and getting caught by your bots in the box over there. If you could call out and turn them on, you'd have them shoot me full of holes, keep me alive just barely and you'd just take your time doing exactly what I've got planned for you right now, wouldn't you?â€
Reiko's face went red and she started shouting something muffled through the ball gag. There was a damned good chance that whatever she said was vulgar under the circumstances. Her body was grabbed and lifted up, turned to face the cameras while Tyne unzipped her shorts and dropped them down to the ground, leaving every last bit of clothing otherwise intact. Her cock wasn't at first visible to the viewers and instead just ground up against the small of the woman's back, as her eyes went wide, indignant and nervous. There was a recognition that she was about to get raped unless one of the security guards came by on a random inspect, a thing she knew wasn't going to be happening right then. And if she couldn't get to a command button, her command droids weren't coming out to save her. The feel of the monster of a cock pressed against her back had her sweating bullets, her eyes wide, not with terror but rage that was on the verge of exploding right then and there. She was Daddy's little girl, deep under the surface, even if she didn't want to admit it.
Tyne pulled out of one of her trenchcoat pockets a metal vibrator and brought it out to run it down her captive's body. “You know, I bet your audience would almost be curious just how vicious you could have been, if you'd gotten the upper hand on me, Reiko. I know I am. Would you have managed to stretch those pretty jaws of yours somehow and swallow me down, let me stew in your gut like you're going to in mine?†she taunted her as she forced tanned legs open when they tried to pry together, flipping up her skirt and fingering once over the panties before pushing them to the side. No real effort to get her off. This was about humiliation. The silver bullet thrust into her sex, sending a sharp cry followed by a moan as the switch was turned back on and the thing began to buzz. Cheeks went hot with rage and a tiny bit of forced arousal, head whipping around at the suggestion of 'eating.' There was a look of recognition in the conductor's eyes. Yeah, this sort of thing wasn't widely publicized, but she'd heard stories.
She looked both furious and desperate, shaking her head violently while Tyne grabbed both of her legs at the knee and yanked them up, positioning her in the tyranitar woman's lap. She was squashed up and against the fat, throbbing cock that ground into her back, her eyes wide and a sick feeling in her stomach. If she could have, she definitely was imagining doing Tyne in, flopped to the ground and barely able to move with the big woman inside of her gut... or at least slowly bleeding out. It was a great mental image as the powerful hands gripped her knees, pulled them up and put her sex and her ass on display. The feeling of icy dread mounted as she realized that the silver bullet's position meant that there was only one place that the behemoth rod behind her was going to go and she had a distinct feeling that, if she was about to get eaten, Tyne wasn't going to worry about being gentle.
One arm hooked in both knees, close to a full nelson. It was a humiliating position to put her in, one that would deepen the thrusts to the edge of her body's tolerances. The other helped lift her as she fought and tried to struggle, hand gripping the base of her shaft and thumb working the panties out of the way there too. A nice little view for the cameras of the tight anal ring. Thumb pried it open a tiny bit with a rub and a little penetration, but it was the tip that went in shortly thereafter. She was getting ridden raw, and the thrusts were only barely within the tolerances of what her body could handle, probably a bit too much, but what did Tyne care, considering that she was going to be murdering her and dumping her remains into the engine of the train soon enough?
Reiko cried out in a moan of rage and anger, mixed with just a bit of shame. Not only was she being raped, she was being raped in what was clearly basically a snuff film for the entertainment of others. She was still clothed, but with her blazer flopped open around her undershirt, causing the sticky sweat to give everyone a good, clear sopping view of her breasts as they heaved with each thrust. Arms hooked under her knees, stretching her legs as much as they could take, already limbered up from her earlier dance work-out and a few stretches she'd done tonight. Hands went behind her neck and pushed forward, making her watch as inch after inch of meat began to skewer her ass, ramming up hard and into her body sending out panting, groaning sounds, drool starting to leak around the ball in her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fury, even as she kept them on the box with her droid, which could if she could just get to it, give her the mechanized transformation to fight back.
Tyne was merciless as she kept her stretched to the utmost, forced into the provocative position. Every thrust up gave her skirts enough of a push to let the audience see the piston plowing into her sphincter, prying her open, shoving in as its partner buzzed away contentedly. The motions were in time to the music, serving as a sort of twisted accompaniment to what was happening while the fight in her victim was being plowed out of her aggressively. She was getting railed like there was no tomorrow because there would be none for her. And, after a moment finally the fingers hazarded a little risk, undoing the ball gag and letting it drop to the ground with a thud and a roll.
“Y...You bitch!†Reiko cried out loudly. It became very apparent that her weapons platform wasn't designed for voice activation when she didn't smile triumphantly. “When you run out of steam, I … I … am going to destroy you... make sure your filthy fans watch as I end your miserable... miserable... oh god! AHHH!†She was crying out, a mixture of somewhere between pleasure and pain. Her body convulsed as the hips started to slap against hers, bouncing her there, twisting a little here and there almost as if she was being cored out, hollowed out in an effort to train a hole that hadn't been used this way ever.
The conductor's breath was tight, coming out in fitful gasps. She didn't want to be enjoying this, but the sadist in her could appreciate what was happening, could hear her own cries. She was imagining what it had to look like, her bright blue eyes contorted in agony and rage as she was getting pounded into like a warm, beautiful little fuck toy. The grip of fingers in her hair, forcing her head to just the right angle had her shrieking out wordless howls that were fouler than any expletive she could manage under the circumstances. The worst violation, however, was the knowledge that the toy inside of her and the cock were doing their job. Part of her liked it a little rough, and while this was too much, the longer it continued, the more she was getting off.
Tyne shifted the angle, causing her prey's boots to prop up above their heads against the overhead of the train. It gave Reiko purchase she couldn't use, and muscles of the legs strained while the wet, slapping sounds hammered away right in time with vocals in the music accompanying her desecration. The seconds grew louder, fiercer and finally enraged screams were turning into moans. “That's right... go on and enjoy it. You might as well, because when I'm done pumping you full of cum, I'm going to turn you into a pile of shit that I'm dumping off in the engine compartment right here. Your bones are going to help fuel your precious train tomorrow, Reiko Hurakawa, and you'll be one with it forever. Tell me, how does that sound? Your hell is as a burning pile of shit inside your own train? I think it sounds perfect to me, NGH!â€
The sudden sound of Tyne's pleasure came as something in what she said snapped a synapse in Reiko's brain. Maybe the angle was just right or maybe it was the thought of ending up shat out into the coal chamber and burned to ash as the fuel for her train, but she came. She came hard. Her ass practically clenched like a vice, dragging a climax out of them both. There was a snarl and purple-tinged cum was spewing out of her backdoor, blasting along the outer edges of her anal ring and dripping down to the ground. It glittered with a bit of fae magic from someone else who'd given their life far more willingly to Tyne's sadistic pleasures in the past and it was spewing all through her bowels and into her intestines, filling her a little before the cock popped out of her. Her ass didn't close up immediately. It'd get there... but not before she was already long since buried in her new home. Instead the last shots of cum messily pumped their way into her exposed hole, dripping in a filthy, lewd sludge that ran down from her legs.
Reiko was panting, her lips quivering as she realized what had just happened. She could see her gaping ass and the leaking cum from it, feel the buzzing of the vibrator in her. She coughed raggedly and sneered back. “Y... You had better finish me off. If you have pity on me and let me go? I'll hunt you down and murder you on camera for all your fans. That's a promise. Once I'm in there, I am going to punch you so hard you'll get an ulcer and die from it, mark my words!â€
Tyne laughed as she said that. Her hands went to unlace her boots, deciding that she didn't need to try and digest those along with the rest of her. Her clothes wouldn't stand a chance, but no point giving her the ability to use those to fulfill that promise at all. One and then the other dropped to the ground. “And here I thought you'd change your tune and beg for your life, promise me anything you could. Instead you've got the guts to threaten me on camera and promise to do me in. It's almost like you want this!†She popped Reiko's hat off and put it on her own head, winking at the camera. “I kind of like you, Reiko Hurakawa. So here's what I'm going to do...â€
She reached back one hand as she pushed the girl down onto the ground, dropping her to her knees where she groaned and hit hard to the floor, flopping as she tried to recover. The tyranitar woman grabbed her and pumped her cock until it was hard again and shoved it right into her back door a second time. It wouldn't be nearly as long a play, but there was a purpose behind it. As she slammed her, ramming and hammering into her body over and over again, causing her to pant and vent while her back door was violated now that it was wide open for the taking, she took out a little ampule and jabbed it into her rear. A little blood went into it before she pressed it up to her phone, sending the DNA with a nifty app to the offices over at Silverweb.
“What the hell's that for?†Reiko spat back. “Some sort of sick game of yours?â€
“Oh yeah, definitely. Phoenix system at the head offices. They use it to bring little gutsluts like you back to life. But there's a queue, and there's not always room. So, you're about to get to roll the dice. If I win, you stew and you mulch and I shit you into your coffin here on this train, and that's the last anyone ever hears of Reiko Hurakawa, other than a few horrified news reels about the stink and your burned up bones. If you win? You come back to life, and I'll let you put the cuffs on me. I'm almost curious what you'll do if you do come back.â€
Reiko's eyes widened and as she did, she felt a panting, her whole body shaking and she let out a nearly feverish “Oh...gawd, y...you'd better not be lying,†she panted just before her baby blues got a look at the screen, flashed for her and then the audience. 'Reiko Hurakawa. Human. 26. Type AB-. Japanese. Registered. Reformation Request pending...' And, as she saw it, her eyes rolled back and she came, hard enough to drag another climax out of Tyne. Her eyes were whites while she clenched her fingers. “G...going … to destroy you!†She was quivering from it all, her own orgasmic juices dribbling down around the vibrator and mingling with the purple cum oozing down out of her rear.
“That's right. That's the look I want, but don't hold back in my gut little shitstain. I want to give you a real chance in there, and if you disappoint me, I'll make sure they know about it. Let's give them a good, potentially last little show co-star, because I'm done fucking your cute little ass and I want to taste it!â€
Reiko groaned, feeling her legs being gripped at the ankles. She tried to fight back, to kick but they weren't quite working the way that they were supposed to right now. Even as she struggled and writhed in the grip of those powerful hands, her eyes rolled back from the sensation of just how much she was getting used and dominated. It wasn't the kind of pleasure that she wanted, but the sight of it in the windows was a weird sort of pleasure. She could almost feel the tingle still between her thighs if she didn't allow herself to realize that the girl whose black hair spilled out over her shoulders was her, covered in sweat, her ankles going into the darkness.
Teeth mawed over her limbs, working their way until her toes were past the throat and the jaw had unlocked like a snake's to allow all of her to work her way in. Tyne started using the breathing exercises she knew and a bit of magic to deal with the limits of oxygen while she hauled her in to the knees, tasting over those warm, creamy legs and sucking on them, compressing them into the saliva soaked tight walls of her esophagus. She reached up and unhooked the handcuffs at this point and was pleased to see Reiko's hand go down to beat at her face, push against it, even while its partner went to yank out the vibrator... and replace it with her own fingers. She was fighting back, hard, clawing at the face that was devouring her, but as she clawed, she was watching herself get devoured in the glass of the train's windows, her other hand dragging over her clitoris and plunging in.
Reiko snarled, teeth bared while her hamstrings started to disappear. “Y...you can't handle me. When I come back, you're done for,†she shouted. “You just think I'm an easy m...morsel, but I'm going to end your career for good.†And, as she said that, her voice picked up, hearing the track change to another aggressive piece, one that she loved listening to. She could feel the trachea grinding into her knees and the walls of flesh wrapping around her legs so tight they could barely move.
As she started getting closer, pounding at Tyne's face, her voice took on a tiny whisper. The cameras wouldn't pick it up. It was just a little something Tyne got to hear by accident. “That's it... eat that little gutslut. Fuck her up good... she wasn't good enough, now down her. T...turn her into.... SHIIIT!†She let out a shrill cry, the last word coming out as she found her own g-spot and massaged it just hard enough to get over the hump, eyes whiting out and hips going out of sight while she was lifted, on display, beating Tyne's face and finally reaching up to grab her breast instead, her hand clearly in her snatch as she was being sucked down to her doom.
Purple cum ran over the lips of the bitch who was eating her while she panted. Her ass felt the tongue drag up, slipping between the legs to lap her gaping hole a couple times before she went in too far. The walls were undulating and on the camera screen in the gut cam, her feet were starting to push through, toes curling as digestive juices began to dribble their way down the walls and the whole of the knotched and ridged walls of the stomach rumbled in anticipation of being filled very soon. Feet and then calves kicked inside, banging the back of her feet as promised against the walls before they were pushed down and pressed into the base of the stretching, swelling gut that was claiming her. They lashed out until they were pushed hard enough into the base that, as their knees slid into view, she was starting to be forced to bend forward, to prepare for a fetal position.
Reiko continued to grope over her clothed breast, reaching into her shirt finally and tugging the knot out to pull it up, showing off the soft flesh and a little tan-line in the process right as she yanked the cup down. She was watching her reflection and Tyne was making sure to let her. Murmured words as she fingered herself, feeling the itch that started on the pads of her feet and wincing. 'Do... it... do it... gobble her up. She can't stop you now. She's just a pile of crap waiting to happen,' she was muttering, like she'd watched videos like this before. And, as Tyne listened to her, she spread her legs and pumped her own dick hard, getting it up and to its last, waiting orgasm with relative ease as the sweat poured down both their bodies. Breasts and hands descended out of sight and hair was spilling all around Tyne's face while Reiko panted and snarled, caught somewhere between a fantasy that was about 'someone else' instead of herself and the pleasure she got out of the thought of coming back from the dead, just to fuck Tyne up and get her vengeance. Cum stained the compressed walls of the esophagus and the train floor as they came nearly in unison.
“T...Turn the engine on and burn m... my turd like coal! N...no records o...of what happened to me.†Her last words as she shakily came down and her head slipped out of sight. Tyne's lips were covered in her hair, the larynx dragging over her as her throat undulated and pulsed, pulling the victim all the way into her gut finally, before she sat down in the conductor's seat again, the thing groaning from the strain of both of them.
“You can bet your life on that,†she taunted down at her gut, flipping on her phone so that she could watch the process of digestion begin. The camera footage showed the light that was pouring over Reiko as she panted and got her hands out of her sex, getting her bearings. The first fight was in the elbows, punching hard against the depths of the belly, trying to get her more purchase and space so that she could claw at the walls and punch them properly. Forced into a fetal position, she wasn't able to do much, but she wasn't just going to sit back and give in because she'd had a little 'moment' there. She absolutely hated this woman and the fact remained that there was a very good chance Tyne had been lying. She was still fighting for what was left of her life.
The walls of the stomach enfolded around her, squeezing and sending a pained gasp out of Reiko as she could feel her already tired and exhausted body being ground down against. They could withstand her nails as she soon found, and her eyes were red-rimmed from the sting of the terrible air within. She punched and pushed, straining to get more air, shoving one hand up into the sphincter into the esophagus, just so she could get a little fresh air in the process. It wasn't much, but with every breath she was having a tiny bit of luck keeping alert.
As she pounded, though, each rumbling, grinding motion of the stomach lining pushed her in painfully compact and juices sluiced over her body. They itched at first, but soon she was hissing in pain. Seams popped on her clothes and jacket, skirt and undershirt weren't going to stand much of a chance. The acids practically melted the polyester blends into a soup almost immediately, leaving the wire of her bra and a few fragments of lace attached to the elastic of her panties as her ownly bit of decency while the red welts formed all over her body.
The pain was showing in her face as she fought. And, in the midst of this that masochistic streak was starting to show through again. Within the heart of so many budding sadists lurked a little bit of a masochistic leaning, and as she screamed, patches of red and a bit of white showing, clumps of hair starting to spill out and her breaths a fitful gasping sound, wet with the searing destruction of her lungs, she gave one last punch and sighed. The gastric juices were over her waist now, her nude body showing so much harm that she knew there was no going back, not even a pyrrhic victory. She plunged one hand into the mire, found her battered and burning sex and started to finger herself.
Choking on the urge to lose everything, to just give up, he managed to look at the camera, to see the bright light that let her gaze upon her dying body Her eyes were bloodshot and red, and she was half blind already. The walls closed in and gurgled around her, sending gases over her body as she hissed and cried out in pain and a tiny hint of pleasure. Holding up her free hand, she fought to give a little, twisted smile and flashed a V-sign to the audience. “Ngh... not... last you've... seen of me... Reiko Hurakawa signing off...†She did a little salute. “When I come... back, I'm ending th...is bitch for good... And if not?†A wet, sick laugh. A cough.
“If not... then I'm just shit.†She cried out as the walls closed in and she felt something crack and puncture. Fluid started to fill her lungs and her eyes rolled back, the V-sign hanging there as her end finally came, the muscles locked in place, fingers in sex and a futile victory pose. The camera caught it all while her pulse began to slacken, to slow and then fade entirely.
Tyne came as she felt the girl die, managing to pull it off even if it was a dry climax at this point. Her tank would replenish in time but she didn't have a whole lot of energy. “Oh fuck... she is good, you have no idea. Sorry to anyone who wanted to fuck this girl one d... no, you know what? I'm not sorry. If she's as lucky as I think she is? She's all mine and none of you get to have her. I'm going to dump her out like a lump of coal and let her fuel her train, and that's going to be it. Too bad for all of you, but it's just more of a win for me.â€
The camera watched as the digestive process continued. With Reiko no longer fighting it, her body started to properly break down. Skin was working its way off, and red muscles gave way to denatured gray as the proteins were broken down by the gastric enzymes. They leeched into her flesh, powerful engines of destruction tearing away and with every gurgling motion breaking down more and more of her, causing the fluids that came up to her chin and then over her whole body to become something of a chime-filled mess. It was harder to see what was happening clearly at this point, and only the really hardcore digestive fans were going to be watching now.
Bone peaked through, bleaching as it did, softening in almost all cases. It began to take on a rubbery texture in all but the thickest and heaviest parts like the skull and the femur and hips. Almost like cartilage, it and the succulent marrow within were leeching out and melting into the soup. The stew began to harden gradually, slowly, enough that it could push its way down and into the small intestines, where the fat and proteins that made up her body could be broken down further and taken away for what nutritional value that they had left. There was a soft glow in the stomach walls, tendrils of purple energy pulsating, reaching into the bones and drawing upon something even as the process continued.
Tyne hadn't bothered to tell Reiko, mostly because she was too busy enjoying the woman's last moments in this world, but she was devouring even her life essence and soul in this moment. The question of whether the Phoenix engine back at the studio's head office would be able to do the job and bring this girl back to life was as much one of whether there was even a soul to bring back into the body once it had been regenerated from the DNA on file. There was a possibility of it, of course. That was how the machine worked, but if she didn't come back then all that was left of her was going to go, body and soul, into Tyne's hips to be enjoyed every time she felt over her ass.
Her body continued to break down, bits of smaller bones softening up completely and adding into the mass that was starting to form in the small intestines. Time elapsed photography would speed up the process for this segment, and the footage from the indigestible little camera would be added in the director's cut as an 'extra' for those who wanted to watch it all from beginning to end, but as the hours started to slip by, as midnight rolled over and Tyne relaxed, the bulges of the body no longer kicking and punching inside of her starting to soften, nothing would remain of what had once been the girl except a few bones that managed to survive the process.
Her flesh worked its way through the intestines while the camera finally got a view of the stew that gradually decreased in volume. The skull, bleached as it was, was one of the last pieces to get compressed over and pushed into the intestines. When it worked its way through the sphincter to follow what remained of Reiko, it let behind it a stomach that gurgled slowly for more, though at a relaxed pace. It was sated and more food could be had sometime later.
Intestinal walls finished the process of working their way around and through the blood that still remained in the whole mass. It left the tarry substance that was pushing through the maze of shawshanking tubes a little dark, but Tyne was a predator, not a herbivore. In due course, the black gave way to a softened gray sort of consistency as the sludge pushed past the second to last sphincter and began to form up within the large intestine. It was there that the mucus began to work its way around the whole of the remains while villi finished fingering over, feeling and rubbing caustic juices into the feces. It compressed, formed into a growing, solid mass that first squeezed and filled is way through the transverse. The bulges of the belly made their way deeper and deeper, almost all the way around and through to the bowels. Bones poked against the tough intestines, able to take their presence far better than a human's would, and the knobby, thick mass took on the final form it would ever have, a massive steaming log that eventually pressed up and against the back of the walls of the bowels, giving Tyne all the signal that she needed.
The lights of the dawn weren't quite there, but she grinned as she turned to look over at the warming glows of the pre-morning. “Time, gutslut, to finish you off. Let's give your engine breakfast.†She'd long turned off the camera, ready to turn a pair on for this stage once she was there.
She hustled over to the coal bin where the old-fashioned engine was fed. Planting one camera in position in front of her, and one inside of the engine, she squatted in front of the opening and grinned for the camera, licking her lips. She held Reiko's name tag in her hand, wearing her conductor's hat as she spoke up, her own boots replaced by the girl's. It turned out they'd had the same size, so why not put them to good use. “Alright everyone. It's time to dump this pile of shit into the engine. She'll give her train one last burst of speed,†she said, winking. “And then she's going to be gone. We'll see if she gets to star in a new feature with me... but I wouldn't hold your breaths.â€
There were betting pools going one way or another as people tuned in. Tyne gripped the side of the hole and began to heave. Her sphincter opened and a bit of spatter came out, watery at first, but soon the heavy tip of a shit-log worked its way into the opening. A groan and a grunting heave came from her throat while one hand went down and started to massage her cock back to life. It had had enough time to recharge and while Tyne's eyes rolled back and the sludge started working its way out of her ass, she was groaning with pleasure. This thick, it was getting her just right even as she had to groan over the first of the few larger bones that remained, the whole log coiling around once, then twice.
Her pumping strokes dragged more and more moans, getting her hardened cock to full mast, rubbed red and raw from all of the fucking it had done tonight. She massaged it, pressing her thumb against the front beneath the head again. “Yes... yes... That's it Reiko, ngh... ah, get out of there,†she groaned, feeling a particularly nodule-laden and knobby portion pulsing its way out and slapping into the mass. Wet and thick, it was covering the coal residue and chunks still in there, and as she moaned and panted like a horny beast, Tyne's eyes started to rise. “Ah... you... really were great, y...you know that? Got me all the way there... again... and again... and AUGH!â€
The shit was clenched, half done, as she spasmed and came hard. Purple cum spattered its way out in shots and ropy strings that rained down on the train floor while her asshole clenched. When it finally ended, the log began thrusting its way back out of her, a femur working its way through in the process, practically grinding into her prostate in the process, sending her through convulsions that left little nuggets working their way out and into the pile, one after another. The smell of the girl was glorious, a few errant black strands of hair managing to survive the whole process as more and more cum dribbled down the grates. No way to have this event be cleaned up for forensics, but Tyne wasn't sticking around and it wasn't like she had ever been caught or put in the system yet.
The final moment approached gradually, working the bulge all the way around and into her bowels. She had to grip the sides with both hands, cock rock hard as she heaved and strained. Gradually, the white of a skull, covered in thick, brown shit worked its way out, the teeth having been lost and melted down in the acids. No dental records to identify this one. With a wet plop and a cry, Tyne pushed her out and shat the last of her little plaything of the night on top of it all before doubling over and laughing. “O....Oh yeah, that's the one,†she said, taking one of the handkerchiefs she'd found around to wipe and toss it in.
With one last salute to mock her on her way to the end, she tossed Reiko' nametag onto the pile, letting it rest right by her skull. She reached up and held the camera as she lit the pilot light. Flames ignited within, and the smell of burning shit filled the room as coal and fecal matter were consumed in one glorious show. The guards might notice, but it wasn't like morning tests were that unusual, and so the burning of the crap and perverse cremation that occurred would serve like a viking funeral, bone blackening and chipping until there was nothing left but ash and a ruined name tag, Reiko gone.
Tyne had a look at her app and held it up for the fans to look. The results of the assessment were there for all to see. It looked like the Phoenix machine was too busy and the new employee's reformation request was denied. “Oh would you look at that, you lucky little shit! There's an opening for you as a new employee in two weeks. But, they left a warning that you might not remember much. Who knows, you guys might get to see another vorno out of this cutie-pie yet.†And with a savage wink, she shut off the feed. The fans certainly seemed pleased at the possibility.