Satsuki’s Lustful Appetite
(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of Kill la Kill stories)
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The late afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of Satsuki Kiryūin’s private study, casting long golden beams across the heavy oak desk. Stacks of reports and holographic data pads glowed softly in front of her, displaying the latest figures on Goku Uniform production. The numbers were promising — yields from Ryuko and Jai’s blood had increased output by nearly forty percent in the last week alone.
Satsuki sat perfectly upright in her high-backed leather chair, the picture of regal composure. Junketsu Shinzui had reformed into an elegant white-and-navy pantsuit that hugged her body with tailored precision. The jacket was sharply cut, the trousers crisp and professional… but beneath the surface, the Kamui was anything but businesslike.
A thick, hard Life Fiber dildo — formed from Junketsu’s own threads — slid slowly, lazily in and out of her pussy. The motion was deep and deliberate, stretching her with every unhurried thrust while the fabric of the “pantsuit” remained perfectly smooth on the outside. A second, thinner tendril gently circled her clit in lazy spirals.
Satsuki’s pen didn’t even tremble as she signed off on the next production quota.
“Mmm-mm-mmm, fuck, Lady S…” Junketsu’s low, filthy pimp drawl purred directly into her mind, thick with satisfaction. “You taste so goddamn good today. Sweet like honey and that sharp little bite of royalty. I could drink from this pussy all fuckin’ day.”
The dildo pushed deeper, curling slightly to rub against her g-spot on the way back out. Satsuki’s thighs tightened under the desk, but her expression remained cool and focused as she scrolled to the next report.
“That’s it… Clench for me, baby. Let Daddy feel how much this tight royal cunt loves bein’ stuffed while you play boss lady.”
A faint, wet sound could be heard only by her as the thick shaft slid back in, spreading her open. Satsuki exhaled slowly through her nose, heat blooming low in her belly. She crossed one leg over the other, which only pressed the dildo deeper and made the tendril on her clit press harder.
“Production is ahead of schedule,” she murmured to herself, voice steady despite the slow, delicious fucking between her legs. “We’ll have the next batch of enhanced Goku Uniforms ready for testing by Friday.”
Junketsu chuckled, the sound vibrating through the dildo buried inside her.
“Friday, huh? Bet I can make you squirt all over these fancy reports before you even finish readin’ the next paragraph. You gonna sign your name pretty while I fuck this pussy raw? Or you finally gonna moan for me like a proper slut, Lady S?”
The dildo began to move a fraction faster — still controlled, still teasing, but with a little more insistence. The ridges along its length dragged perfectly against her inner walls with every stroke. Satsuki’s free hand tightened on the edge of the desk, knuckles paling slightly.
She bit the inside of her lip, refusing to let even the smallest sound escape.
Yet her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary roll forward, chasing the thick intrusion.
Junketsu’s voice dropped into a filthy, delighted growl.
“Atta girl… keep readin’ them numbers, queen. I ain’t stoppin’ till this pretty pussy creams all over my cock.”
Satsuki remained seated behind her grand oak desk, posture impeccable despite the slow, relentless thrusting of the thick Life Fiber dildo currently buried in her pussy. The elegant white-and-navy pantsuit Junketsu had formed around her body gave no outward hint of the depravity happening beneath the fabric.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
“Enter,” Satsuki called, her voice cool and controlled.
The door opened, and Soroi stepped inside with a formal bow.
“Lady Jai to see you, M’lady Satsuki.”
Jai walked in behind him. She was wearing one of the brand-new three-star Goku Uniforms — specially adjusted for her frame. The black-and-gold outfit looked stunning on her mocha skin, the glowing fiber lines tracing elegant patterns along her curves. The uniform gave her an air of refined authority that made Satsuki’s chest tighten with quiet pride.
“Mother,” Jai greeted with a warm, gentle smile.
Satsuki gave a small nod toward the chair opposite her desk — an unspoken invitation. Jai sat down gracefully, crossing her legs.
The moment the door clicked shut behind Soroi, Junketsu’s filthy voice purred directly into Satsuki’s mind.
“Mmm, damn. Lil’ mama lookin’ like a whole snack in that uniform… Too bad both your pretty holes are already stuffed full, Queen. Can’t exactly invite your baby girl to sit on Mommy’s face right now.”
Without any warning, both dildos — the thick one stretching Satsuki’s pussy and the slightly thinner one lodged deep in her ass — began to vibrate powerfully.
Satsuki’s eyes widened. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as intense pleasure surged through her core. Her thighs clamped together under the desk and her pen clattered onto the wooden surface. A visible shiver ran up her spine, and her cheeks flushed with sudden heat.
Jai noticed immediately. She let out a bright, delighted giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Junketsu, you’re awful,” she laughed, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Never change.”
Junketsu’s smug chuckle vibrated through Satsuki’s body along with the toys.
“Heh heh. That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Even the future daughter knows good taste when she sees it.”
Satsuki shot Jai a half-lidded glare, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way her breath hitched when the dildos pulsed particularly strongly inside her.
“You find this amusing?” she asked, voice slightly strained but still carrying her usual authority.
“Very,” Jai replied honestly, still smiling. “It’s nice seeing you… relaxed, Mother.”
Satsuki exhaled slowly through her nose, trying to ignore how full and stimulated she felt with both holes currently being teased and vibrated by her perverted Kamui.
She leaned back slightly in her chair, one hand resting on the desk while the other subtly pressed against her lower abdomen under the table, as if that could somehow calm the throbbing pleasure between her legs.
Satsuki lifted her hand and swiped it through the holographic display, shutting it down with a smooth gesture. The glowing reports and production charts vanished, leaving only the polished surface of her desk between her and Jai.
She leaned back slightly in her chair, doing her best to maintain composure as the twin Life Fiber dildos continued their slow, relentless movements inside her — one thick and deep in her pussy, the other vibrating steadily in her ass.
“What brings you by, my daughter?” Satsuki asked, voice mostly steady.
Jai sat up a little straighter in her chair, the three-star Goku Uniform fitting her elegantly.
“You placed me in charge of monitoring Life Fiber allocation and distribution, Mother. I’ve been going through the collection reports from the past few months.”
Satsuki nodded for her to continue.
Jai’s expression grew more serious.
“Most regions are accounted for… but I found discrepancies. Roughly one hundred pounds of dormant Life Fibers are unaccounted for. They were supposed to be transferred from the REVOCS subsidiary in Egypt.”
Satsuki’s eyes narrowed. A flicker of unease crossed her face.
“Egypt…” she muttered.
“Yes,” Jai confirmed. “They were one of REVOCS’ largest clothing manufacturers, specifically for lines using Egyptian cotton. The collection teams pulled nearly three full tons from that region, so the missing hundred pounds went unnoticed at first. But the logs don’t match. The fibers were collected, but never made it to the central processing facility.”
Satsuki’s jaw tightened. The irritation was clear in her expression, though she tried to keep her voice level. Beneath the desk, Junketsu took the opportunity to make the dildos vibrate harder, clearly enjoying her tension.
“Mmm, somebody’s pissed. Bet that makes this pussy taste even sweeter…”
Satsuki suppressed a shiver and gripped the edge of her desk tighter for a moment before speaking.
“One hundred pounds is… concerning. But not catastrophic. Even with that amount, it would be nearly impossible for them to create a functional Goku Uniform, let alone anything approaching a Kamui. They lack both the specialized knowledge and the proper synchronization equipment.”
She exhaled slowly, clearly annoyed.
“Still… this cannot be ignored. Not with the Primordial Life Fiber approaching. Even a small stockpile of dormant fibers in the wrong hands could cause problems.”
Jai nodded in agreement. “I thought the same. Shall I prepare a team to investigate the Egyptian facility?”
Satsuki was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking. The dildos inside her continued their teasing rhythm, making it difficult to focus completely, but her mind was sharp as ever.
“Yes,” she finally said. “Handle it personally if you can. Take a small, trusted squad with you. I want answers — and I want those fibers recovered.”
Jai smiled softly, “Understood, Mother.”
Satsuki’s expression darkened as Jai finished her report. She was silent for a long moment, eyes narrowing in thought. Then something clicked behind her gaze.
“Wait,” Satsuki said suddenly, raising her hand. “Do not send a team yet.”
Jai tilted her head curiously, metallic lavender twintails shifting with the motion. “You know something?”
Satsuki leaned back in her chair, one hand subtly pressing against her lower abdomen under the desk as Junketsu continued to slowly fuck her with the twin vibrating dildos. She exhaled through her nose, irritation mixing with the pleasure she was trying to ignore.
“I’m personally acquainted with the man most likely responsible for this,” she said. “I will deal with him myself.”
Jai’s blue eyes blinked. She thought for a moment before venturing, “Is it… Hassan Khalil?”
Satsuki gave a single, sharp nod.
“Yes. That fat pig.” Her voice dripped with disdain. “Though I’ll admit he’s not a stupid one. Far from it.”
She tapped her fingers on the desk, mind clearly turning.
“I’ve dealt with Khalil before, back when REVOCS still operated more openly in North Africa. He was one of the largest private contractors for REVOCS in Egypt. Greedy, ambitious, and slippery. If he’s hoarding one hundred pounds of dormant Life Fibers, he has a reason. And I doubt it’s one I’ll like.”
Junketsu’s voice slithered through her mind, low and filthy as ever.
“Mmm, damn. You gettin’ all riled up, baby. This pussy just clenched so hard it nearly broke my dick off. You want me to fuck you harder while you think about steppin’ on that fat fuck’s neck?”
Satsuki’s thigh twitched under the desk, but she kept her face composed as she continued speaking to Jai.
“He’s clever enough to hide the discrepancy in three tons of collected material. That means he’s been planning this. Whether he intends to sell them on the black market, try to create his own enhanced uniforms, or something worse… we need to handle this delicately. And quickly.”
Jai leaned forward slightly, concern showing on her gentle features.
“Do you want me to accompany you, Mother?”
Satsuki considered it for a moment, then shook her head.
“No. I’ll go alone. This is an old grudge. Besides…” She allowed herself the faintest smirk. “I enjoy reminding men like Hassan Khalil exactly who holds the real power now.”
Beneath the desk, the dildos suddenly thrust deeper and vibrated with renewed intensity, as if Junketsu was expressing his approval.
“That’s my queen. Go show that porky bastard what a real woman with a couple royal holes can do.”
Satsuki’s breath hitched sharply. She gripped the armrest of her chair, fighting to keep her expression neutral in front of Jai.
Jai, however, simply smiled knowingly. “Junketsu seems to agree with your plan.”
Junketsu had clearly grown bored of playing nice.
Without any warning, the dildo buried deep in Satsuki’s ass suddenly thickened, stretching her rim wide as the Life Fibers swelled and hardened. At the same time, the thick shaft in her pussy began thrusting with much more force — no longer the slow, teasing strokes from before, but deep, aggressive pumps that made wet, obscene sounds beneath the elegant pantsuit.
“Nngh—!” Satsuki’s composure finally shattered. A loud, lewd moan tore from her throat as her head fell forward, hands slamming onto the desk for support.
“There we go,” Junketsu growled, voice dripping with filthy delight. “Been waitin’ for you to stop actin’ all proper. Time to fuck this royal bitch properly.”
The dildo in her ass grew even thicker, stretching her to the limit while the one in her pussy pistoned hard and fast, slamming against her cervix with every brutal thrust.
Satsuki’s back arched, a broken, shameless moan spilling from her lips.
“Ahh—! Fuck—!”
She leaned heavily against her desk, elbows braced, hips rolling back desperately to meet the savage fucking. Her voice came out in a strained hiss through clenched teeth:
“Harder, you perverted bastard— do it harder!”
Jai simply sat back in her chair, watching with a calm, almost fond expression. She had clearly seen this side of her mother many times before. Her blue eyes sparkled with quiet amusement as she crossed her legs.
“Don’t mind me.” Jai said.
Junketsu laughed — low, dirty, and triumphant.
“Yes ma’am. You heard your daughter, Queen. Time to make this pussy sing.”
Both dildos suddenly went into overdrive.
The one in her pussy thickened and began hammering into her with wet, rapid schlick-schlick-schlick sounds, while the massive shaft in her ass throbbed and pounded deep, stretching her wide with every thrust. Satsuki’s eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in deep, filthy moans.
“Oooohhh FUUUCK—!” she cried out, voice husky and broken. “So dheeep—! They’re so fucking deep inside me—!”
Her hands moved to her own chest, desperately groping her breasts through the fabric of her jacket. She squeezed them hard, fingers digging in as she panted and moaned, hips jerking uncontrollably.
“Mmmph—! It feels so good… Ahhn! Those thick cocks are ruining me— stretching my pussy and ass so fucking full—!”
Jai smiled softly, resting her chin on her hand as she watched her mother fall apart.
“Junketsu,” she said calmly, almost sweetly, “please make Mother cum.”
“With pleasure, lil’ mama,” Junketsu growled.
The Kamui obeyed instantly.
The dildos began fucking Satsuki with merciless intensity — fast, deep, and brutal. The one in her pussy twisted and vibrated violently against her g-spot while the massive one in her ass pounded her without mercy. Satsuki’s legs shook, her thighs trembling as she leaned harder against the desk.
“Yes—! Yes—!” she moaned loudly, voice cracking with pleasure. “I’m— I’m going to cum—! Fuck, I’m so close—!”
Her hands squeezed her breasts even harder, thumbs rubbing roughly over her stiff nipples through her clothes. Drool slipped from the corner of her parted lips as she panted like an animal in heat, hips bucking wildly to meet every savage thrust.
“So deep—! They’re reaching so deep inside me— aaahhn! It feels too good— I can’t— I can’t hold it—!”
With a loud, shameless cry, Satsuki came hard.
Her entire body seized up, back arching violently as her pussy and ass clenched rhythmically around the thrusting dildos. A powerful gush of clear fluid soaked through the crotch of her pantsuit, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor beneath her desk. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken whimpers as the orgasm tore through her, prolonged by Junketsu’s relentless fucking.
“Cumming—! Mommy’s cumming so hard—!”
Jai watched with a gentle, almost affectionate smile, completely unbothered by the filthy display happening just a few feet away from her.
Junketsu let out a deep, filthy laugh as Satsuki’s body shuddered through the final waves of her orgasm.
“Heh heh heh… damn, you squirted like a broken faucet, Queen.”
The twin Life Fiber dildos slowly withdrew from her pussy and ass, leaving both holes gaping and twitching, dripping with her juices onto the floor. Satsuki leaned heavily against her desk, chest heaving, legs trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
For nearly ten seconds she stayed like that — flushed, panting, eyes hazy with lust.
Then her head snapped up.
“More.”
In one fluid, predatory motion, Satsuki vaulted over the desk. Jai’s eyes widened slightly as her mother landed directly in front of her. Without hesitation, Satsuki dropped to her knees between Jai’s spread legs, hands diving under the three-star Goku Uniform skirt.
She yanked Jai’s panties down in one rough tug.
The moment the fabric cleared, Jai’s massive futanari cock sprang free — even only half-hard, it was monstrous. Over a meter long when fully erect, currently hanging heavy and thick, easily wider than Satsuki’s wrist. Satsuki moaned happily as she wrapped both hands around the thick shaft. Her fingers couldn’t even meet — there was still a noticeable gap.
“Nnnnmmhhh~” Satsuki groaned in delight, eyes half-lidded with pure lust. “Look at this fat fucking cock… Mommy’s skank switch has been flipped.”
She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of Jai’s heavy balls all the way up the thick underside to the flared tip, savoring the salty, musky taste.
“You and Junketsu,” she growled, voice dripping with need, “are going to take responsibility.”
Without another word, Satsuki opened her mouth wide and sank down.
She took nearly half of Jai’s massive cock in one smooth motion, the thick head pushing into her throat with practiced ease. Her throat bulged obscenely as she forced more inside, moaning loudly around the girth. The vibrations made Jai throw her head back with a deep, surprised moan.
“M-Mother—!” Jai gasped, hands gripping the arms of the chair.
Junketsu laughed loudly.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ about! Happy to blow your mind some more, Lady S!”
Both Life Fiber dildos suddenly reformed and slammed back inside Satsuki — one brutally stretching her dripping pussy, the other forcing its way deep into her ass. They immediately began fucking her hard, pounding into both holes with wet, filthy sounds.
“MMMMPH—!!” Satsuki moaned around Jai’s cock, the sound muffled but shameless. Her eyes rolled back as she was stuffed from both ends.
She began bobbing her head eagerly, sucking Jai’s rapidly hardening cock with sloppy, wet devotion. Thick strings of saliva dripped from her stretched lips, running down the massive shaft as she forced more and more of it down her throat. The bulge in her neck was clearly visible every time she took another inch.
“Fuck yes,” Junketsu groaned, hammering both dildos into Satsuki mercilessly. “Choke on your daughter’s fat dick while I wreck these royal holes!”
Satsuki’s moans grew louder and lewder. She was drooling heavily now, spit running down her chin and onto her jacket as she eagerly deepthroated Jai’s cock. Her hands stroked the thick base she couldn’t swallow, twisting and pumping while her throat worked the top half.
Jai was panting, one hand gently resting on Satsuki’s head, not pushing, just holding on as her mother worshipped her massive length.
“Mother… your throat feels incredible…” Jai moaned, voice shaky with pleasure.
Satsuki pulled back with a wet gasp, strings of thick saliva connecting her lips to Jai’s now fully-hard, glistening cock. She looked up at Jai with glazed, cock-drunk eyes.
“Give Mommy more,” she demanded hoarsely, before diving back down, taking even more this time. Her throat convulsed around the huge intrusion as Junketsu continued brutally fucking her pussy and ass from behind.
The room filled with the wet sounds of Satsuki’s sloppy blowjob, her loud muffled moans, and the constant schlick-schlick-schlick of the twin dildos destroying her holes. Her hips pushed back greedily against Junketsu’s thrusts while she eagerly choked herself on Jai’s gigantic futanari cock.
Jai’s gentle demeanor cracked under the heat of the moment. Her hands moved to the sides of Satsuki’s head, fingers threading into her dark hair. With a low groan, she tightened her grip and began thrusting into her mother’s throat with rough, deep strokes.
“Mother…” Jai panted, hips snapping forward.
Satsuki’s eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as her daughter fucked her face. The massive cock bullied its way down her throat again and again, stretching her neck visibly with every thrust. Thick ropes of saliva poured from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping messily onto her jacket and tits.
“GLUCK—! GLUCK—! GLUCK—!”
The wet, choking sounds filled the study as Jai used her mother’s throat like a toy.
While still covering her, Junketsu suddenly shifted form. The twin dildos disappeared for a moment before the entire Kamui melted and reformed into a single, extremely tight pair of panties wrapped around Satsuki’s pelvis. The fabric immediately sprouted two brutally thick Life Fiber cocks that slammed back inside her — one spearing deep into her dripping cunt, the other forcing its way into her already-stretched asshole.
“MMMMMPPPHHHHH—!!!” Satsuki screamed around Jai’s cock, the sound vibrating beautifully along the massive shaft.
Now completely naked except for the perverted panties fucking her, Satsuki reached up and gripped her own heavy tits. She squeezed them hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh as she pinched and tugged roughly on her stiff nipples, pulling them outward until they ached.
Inside her mind, a dark, thrilled thought surfaced:
‘I’ve grown to love this depravity… Being face-fucked by my own daughter while my cunt and asshole are mercilessly destroyed by a sentient piece of clothing… I’m completely ruined… and it feels so fucking good…’
Jai’s hips moved faster, brutally fucking Satsuki’s throat. The heavy balls slapped wetly against her chin with every thrust as drool and precum ran in messy rivulets down Satsuki’s neck and chest.
Satsuki gagged and moaned obscenely around the gigantic cock destroying her throat.
“DHON’D SHTAAAAHB!!!” she tried to beg, eyes watering, mascara running.
“AHGUH—! GUG—! GUH—! GHYEESSH—!! PHUCK MEEEH—!!!”
The words were barely intelligible, distorted horribly by the enormous cock pounding her face, but the desperate, cock-drunk plea was unmistakable.
Junketsu laughed loudly, clearly enjoying himself as he hammered both holes without mercy. The thick panties kept her pussy and ass stretched wide, the twin cocks pistoning deep and hard, churning her insides with wet, filthy sounds.
“Listen to you, you filthy fuckin’ queen!” Junketsu crowed. “Beggin’ your own daughter to wreck your throat while I rape these greedy holes! This is what you were made for, baby!”
Satsuki’s eyes were completely rolled back now, lost in overwhelming pleasure. Her body rocked between the two — forward onto Jai’s cock, backward onto Junketsu’s relentless dildos. Her tits bounced and jiggled as she mauled them, nipples bright red from how hard she was pinching and pulling.
Thick globs of throat slime ran down her chin and dripped onto the floor. Her pussy was soaking, squirting messily around the thick dildo hammering her cunt with every thrust. Her asshole clenched greedily around the other, stretched obscenely wide.
She had never felt so full.
Jai groaned deeply, tightening her grip on Satsuki’s head as she fucked her mother’s face even harder, chasing her pleasure without restraint. The lavender haired girl’s breathing grew ragged, her hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. Her gentle nature had completely given way to raw lust as she fucked her mother’s face harder and faster.
“Mother—! I’m— fuck—!” Jai moaned, voice cracking.
Satsuki’s gagging and moaning grew louder and more desperate, wet choking sounds echoing through the study as Jai brutally used her throat.
“GLUCK—! GLUCK—! GLUUUUCK—!!”
Tears streamed down Satsuki’s flushed cheeks, mixing with the thick drool and precum running down her chin and tits. Her eyes were rolled back, completely lost in depravity.
With a deep, guttural groan, Jai shoved her hips forward and forced every last inch of her massive futanari cock down Satsuki’s throat. The enormous bulge distorted Satsuki’s neck obscenely as the flared head pushed deep into her stomach.
“Cumming—!!” Jai cried out.
Jai’s cock erupted.
Thick, powerful jets of hot cum blasted directly into Satsuki’s stomach in heavy, ropey surges. The volume was staggering. Satsuki’s belly swelled almost instantly — rounding out rapidly until she looked heavily pregnant, the skin stretching taut from the sheer amount of cum being pumped into her.
“MMMMMPPPHHHHHH—!!!”
Satsuki’s eyes widened in shock even as they rolled back further. Powerful jets of thick, white cum shot out from both of her nostrils in messy sprays, dripping down over her lips and chin while Jai continued to unload straight into her guts.
The overwhelming fullness pushed Satsuki over the edge again.
Her whole body shuddered violently as a second, even stronger orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched hard around Junketsu’s thrusting dildo, gushing clear squirt all over the floor beneath her. Her asshole spasmed wildly around the other thick shaft as her swollen belly jiggled with every pulse of Jai’s release.
Junketsu let out a filthy, delighted laugh.
“Fuuuuck yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Your pussy tastes so goddamn good when you cum, Lady S. Sweet as hell and extra creamy. Keep squirting for Daddy while your daughter breeds your stomach~”
Satsuki’s hands weakly squeezed her own swollen, cum-filled belly, feeling how full and heavy it had become. Her throat convulsed around Jai’s still-spurting cock as cum continued to leak from her nose and the corners of her stretched lips.
Jai kept her cock buried to the hilt for nearly thirty seconds, groaning deeply as she emptied every drop into her mother’s stomach. Only when the last heavy spurts finally tapered off did she slowly pull back.
A wet, obscene schlorp sounded as Jai’s massive cock finally slid free from Satsuki’s throat. Thick strings of cum and throat slime connected her lips to the glistening shaft. Satsuki gasped and coughed, cum still leaking from her nostrils and mouth as her massively distended belly sloshed visibly with every shaky breath.
She looked utterly ruined — and blissfully satisfied.
The private jet’s door hissed open, and a wall of dry, scorching heat slammed into Satsuki like an oven door had been flung wide.
She paused at the top of the stairs, eyes narrowing against the blinding Egyptian sunlight. The air was so dry it almost felt crisp, yet the temperature was brutal. The kind of heat that sucked moisture from your skin in seconds.
‘They always say dry heat is better than humid heat,’ she thought dryly. ‘I suppose that’s technically true… but stepping off a perfectly air-conditioned plane still feels like walking into Hell’s waiting room.’
Satsuki descended the stairs with elegant poise, white-and-navy sailor uniform (Junketsu in his dormant state) perfectly pressed despite the journey. The fabric clung slightly to her skin as she reached the tarmac.
“Gawddamn, it’s hotter than a preacher’s balls out here,” Junketsu grumbled in her mind, voice already irritable. “Feels like my threads are about to melt off your fine ass.”
Satsuki’s lips twitched with amusement as she walked across the searing asphalt toward the waiting black SUV.
“Why are you complaining?” she asked quietly. “Senketsu always enjoyed the heat of an iron.”
“That’s ‘cause that boy’s a masochist. I prefer my heat wet and slippery, thank you very much.” Junketsu’s tone turned into a whine. “This dry-ass desert air is evaporatin’ all your sweet pussy juice before I can even enjoy it. Criminal.”
Satsuki smirked, a faint flush of heat (from more than just the sun) blooming across her cheeks.
“Then do something about it,” she murmured under her breath. “Put a thick dildo in my pussy. Just… don’t overdo it for now. We have business to attend to.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She felt the familiar shift beneath her skirt as Junketsu reshaped part of his threads. A thick, girthy Life Fiber cock slowly pushed its way inside her, stretching her pussy open with a smooth, deliberate motion. It settled deep, filling her nicely without thrusting — a heavy, constant presence.
Satsuki let out a soft, satisfied exhale as she reached the waiting car. The driver, a sharply dressed man in sunglasses, bowed respectfully and opened the rear door for her.
As she slid into the blessedly cool leather interior, she continued speaking to Junketsu.
“Hassan Khalil will be at his favorite oasis resort. It’s a grotesque little tourist trap — they built a scaled-down Sphinx right next to the pools. Tacky gold paint and all. The man has the taste of a particularly arrogant camel.”
“Fat pig with money, huh? My favorite kind to watch you step on.”
Satsuki crossed her legs, feeling the thick dildo shift pleasantly inside her as the car began to move. A small, dangerous smile played on her lips.
“Let’s go remind Mr. Khalil who truly owns this world now.” she told him.
Hassan Khalil was a fat pig of a man, someone who lived in excess and it showed. But Satsuki always found such men to be much easier to deal with as they were generally open about what they wanted, or incredibly easy to read. It was the ones who maintained a meticulously detailed external veneer who required skill to read and manipulate when needed. Satsuki still hadn’t been able to figure out why he had hoarded a small amount of Life Fibers. They were ones left over from when her Mother had been trying to feed the world to them, and upon her mother’s original death, they had all gone into a deep dormancy. Simply waking them was actually easy, but stupidly dangerous unless you knew how to control them. Was he planning to bargain with them? If it was more money he wanted, then this would be a short trip indeed.
The black SUV glided smoothly through the bustling streets, the tinted windows shielding Satsuki from the worst of the Egyptian sun. In the distance, the great Pyramids of Giza rose like ancient monuments against the hazy sky, majestic even from afar. The car soon turned into a lively commerce district — crowded markets, honking scooters, vendors shouting over one another as they sold everything from spices to cheap tourist trinkets.
Inside the cool cabin, however, Satsuki’s focus was rapidly drifting.
“Mmm, that’s right, baby…” Junketsu purred, voice thick with lust. “Time to enjoy the ride.”
The thick Life Fiber dildo buried deep in her pussy began to move — slow, heavy strokes that dragged along her inner walls with delicious friction. At the same time, Junketsu’s threads slithered across her body beneath the uniform. The fabric of her sailor top tightened around her breasts, forming small tendrils that latched onto her nipples, pinching and rolling them rhythmically. Another set of threads slipped between her thighs, teasing her clit with soft, fluttering touches while the main cock continued its lazy, deep fucking.
Satsuki leaned back against the leather seat, legs parting slightly as she exhaled a slow, controlled breath. Her cheeks were faintly flushed.
“You’re insatiable,” she murmured under her breath.
“Can you blame me? This pussy’s too good to leave alone. Especially when you’re out here playin’ big bad boss lady.”
The dildo thrust deeper, curling slightly to press firmly against her g-spot on every inward stroke. Satsuki’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll, chasing the sensation. More threads slipped under her skirt, one thick tendril pushing into her ass alongside the existing stimulation, while others caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and lower belly.
She bit her lip as the car passed a noisy outdoor market, the contrast between the chaotic street life outside and the lewd violation happening inside the vehicle sending a thrill through her.
Junketsu’s voice dropped into a filthy whisper. “Look at you… gettin’ fucked in the back of a car while you stare at the Pyramids. Bet those ancient kings never had a queen ridin’ around gittin’ her hole stuffed full like this.”
Satsuki’s breathing grew heavier. One of her hands subtly pressed against her lower abdomen, feeling the faint bulge the thick dildo created every time it bottomed out inside her. Her nipples were rock hard, aching under the constant teasing and pinching from Junketsu’s threads.
“Deeper,” she whispered, barely audible. “And faster… but not too loud.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The dildo in her pussy immediately obeyed, picking up speed while still remaining relatively quiet. Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the backseat as it pumped into her soaked cunt. The tendril in her ass thickened slightly, matching the rhythm, while the threads on her clit vibrated gently.
Satsuki’s head tilted back against the headrest, lips parted as soft, barely-restrained moans escaped her. Her thighs trembled, toes curling inside her shoes as pleasure steadily built.
Outside, the commerce district began to thin out, giving way to wider roads leading toward the private oasis resort. The Pyramids grew larger on the horizon, ancient and imposing.
Inside the car, Satsuki’s composure was steadily crumbling under Junketsu’s relentless, multi-point assault — her pussy and ass being fucked in perfect sync while invisible threads continued to grope and stimulate every sensitive part of her body.
“That’s it, Queen… get nice and wet for me,” Junketsu groaned in delight. “Gonna have you walkin’ into that fat pig’s resort with your thighs slippin’ against each other.”
The SUV rolled to a smooth stop just outside the main entrance of the private oasis resort. Satsuki stepped out into the blazing afternoon heat, the dry air immediately wrapping around her like a heavy blanket.
She took a moment to survey the scene.
What greeted her was a grotesque fusion of luxury desert resort and low-budget waterpark. A massive, unnaturally blue pool dominated the central area, complete with fake rock formations, waterslides, and a large, garishly painted Sphinx statue at the far end — its gold paint already peeling under the sun. Scantily clad women in tiny, glittering bikinis lounged around the pool, many of them clearly hired entertainment rather than genuine guests. The entire place screamed new money and poor taste.
“Tacky as hell,” Junketsu muttered in her mind. “Looks like a whorehouse threw up on a theme park.”
Satsuki’s eyes quickly found her target.
Hassan Khalil was sprawled lazily on a reinforced poolside lounger like a king holding court. He was a fat, heavyset Middle Eastern man in his late fifties, with a massive round belly that strained against his open silk shirt. His thinning black hair was slicked back with too much product, and his face was thick and fleshy, adorned with a poorly trimmed beard that did little to hide his multiple chins. Gold chains glittered around his neck.
Several beautiful local girls attended to him — one feeding him grapes, another rubbing oil onto his shoulders, and a third holding a colorful drink with a little umbrella.
Satsuki walked toward him with measured, confident steps, the thick Life Fiber dildo still buried deep in her pussy, shifting with every stride.
“Living the hedonist life as usual, I see, Mr. Khalil,” she said coolly as she approached.
Hassan’s small, greedy eyes lit up. He sat up with some effort, his heavy belly jiggling, and made no attempt to hide the way his gaze shamelessly roamed over Satsuki’s body — lingering heavily on her large breasts and the exposed skin of her thighs beneath the sailor uniform.
“Miss Kiryūin!” he boomed with a wide, oily smile. “What a delightful surprise! To what do I owe this honor?” His eyes dropped to her chest again. “You look… exquisite, as always. May I offer you a drink?”
Satsuki didn’t smile. “I’ll pass on the drink, thank you. Besides, last I checked, this area isn’t licensed to serve liquor.”
Hassan waved a dismissive hand. “Nonsense! This is my resort. Rules are… flexible.” He snapped his fingers. Most of the girls around him scattered obediently, while one quickly brought over a plush chair for Satsuki.
As she sat down, the thick dildo inside her shifted deeper, making her suppress a soft breath. She also had to fight the urge to wrinkle her nose at the overwhelming scent of Hassan’s strong, musky cologne mixed with sweat and coconut oil.
Once they were relatively alone, Satsuki got straight to the point.
“You know why I’m here.”
Hassan leaned back, his belly settling heavily as he took a sip from his drink. He didn’t bother pretending.
“Of course. The Life Fibers.” He smiled, showing slightly yellowed teeth. “I kept one hundred pounds of them. For my own personal research project.”
Satsuki’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”
Hassan spread his hands in a theatrical gesture. “Your father — the late Sōichirō Kiryūin — was an acquaintance of mine, many years ago. A brilliant man. Before everything… went bad with your mother, he shared some of his private research with me. Specifically, the potential medical applications of Life Fibers. Regeneration. Disease treatment. Even life extension. Among many others.”
He leaned forward slightly, his expression growing more serious.
“These fibers were dormant — leftovers from your mother’s madness. I believe, with the right approach, they can be used for good. Not conquest. Not domination. But healing.”
Satsuki watched him carefully, her face unreadable even as Junketsu slowly began to move the thick dildo inside her again — lazy, deep strokes that made her thighs press together under the table.
She didn’t fully believe him.
But she wanted to hear more.
“Go on,” she said, voice cold and commanding.
Hassan leaned back in his lounger, the wood creaking under his considerable weight. He took another sip of his drink before continuing, his expression surprisingly sincere for a man of his reputation.
“I’m not talking about theory, Miss Kiryūin. I’ve had real success.” He set his glass down and pulled open the top of his silk shirt, exposing his hairy, sun-browned chest. A long, faded scar ran down the center of his sternum. “One year ago, my heart was failing. Doctors gave me months. Using the dormant Life Fibers I kept, my team was able to engineer replacement valves. Living, self-repairing valves.”
He tapped the scar with two fingers. “This saved my life. The fibers integrated perfectly. No rejection. No complications.”
Satsuki’s eyes sharpened. She kept her voice calm, though the thick dildo inside her continued its slow, deep strokes, making concentration slightly difficult.
“How?” she asked directly. “How did you activate the fibers, and how did you get them to successfully integrate with your biology? The only known successful full integrations were with my mother… and Ryuko.”
She deliberately left out any mention of Jai. Very few people outside her innermost circle knew the truth about her daughter.
Hassan smiled, clearly expecting the question.
“Ah, but that’s the key. Your mother and Ryuko underwent full-body nervous system integration. Extremely dangerous. Almost impossible to control. What I’m doing is much smaller. More… surgical.” He gestured with his hands. “Think of it like the difference between a One-Star Goku Uniform and a Kamui. The smaller, localized application is far more manageable. We only needed small patches of active fiber tissue. Once awakened with the correct electrical and chemical stimuli, they bond remarkably well with human tissue.”
He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with genuine excitement.
“Since the surgery, I feel better than I have in decades. More energy. My arthritis is gone. Even my stamina…” He chuckled, glancing at the girls who had retreated to a respectful distance, “has improved significantly.”
Satsuki remained silent for a long moment, processing his words. She had to admit — she was intrigued. The medical applications, if true and controllable, could be revolutionary. But that didn’t excuse his actions.
“I won’t lie,” she said carefully. “I’m intrigued by what you’ve accomplished. However…”
Her tone turned icy.
“…this does not forgive you for keeping one hundred pounds of Life Fibers without permission. Those fibers belong to me now. You will return them. All of them.”
Hassan’s smile faltered slightly.
Satsuki continued, her voice leaving no room for negotiation:
“If you truly wish to continue this research, then you will do so under my direct supervision. Pack your things. You will come to Japan and work with my teams at Honnoji. I will provide you with everything you need — equipment, funding, test subjects. But you will work for me. And I will be watching you very closely, Mr. Khalil.”
She leaned forward slightly, blue eyes cold and commanding.
“Do we have an understanding?”
Hassan stared at her for a long moment, clearly weighing his options. The thick dildo inside Satsuki gave a sudden, firm thrust, as if Junketsu was expressing his approval of her dominance. She barely suppressed a soft exhale.
Hassan Khalil stared at Satsuki for a long moment… then threw his head back and laughed, a loud, wheezing sound that made his heavy belly jiggle.
“Ahahaha! You truly are your mother’s daughter. I’ve heard all about your little decadent university in Japan. Honnoji Slut University, correct?” His small eyes gleamed with amusement and lust as they once again roamed shamelessly over her body — lingering on her full breasts and toned thighs. “Tell me, Miss Kiryūin… if I agree to hand over the fibers and come work under you… will you be offering any extra incentives?”
The insinuation was blatant, disgusting, and deliberate.
Satsuki smirked.
Instead of looking offended, she slowly rose from her chair with predatory grace. The thick dildo inside her gave one final, reluctant throb before she reached down and pulled at the front of her uniform.
“Withdraw,” she whispered quietly to Junketsu.
The Life Fiber cock obediently melted away, leaving her pussy empty and slightly aching.
She stepped closer to Hassan, towering over him as he remained seated on the lounger. Looking down at the fat, leering man with a cold, superior smile, she spoke in a low, velvety voice:
“If that’s all it takes to secure your full cooperation…” She tilted her head slightly. “Then I’m fine with that.”
Hassan’s eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised by her directness.
Satsuki’s smirk sharpened into something dangerous and mocking. She leaned down slightly, giving him a deliberate view of her cleavage as she delivered her next line with dripping disdain:
“But I wonder…” Her voice turned sweet and poisonous. “Can a fat pig like you even satisfy a woman such as myself?”
The words hung in the air like a challenge.
Hassan’s face flushed — partly with arousal, partly with bruised pride. He licked his lips, eyes glued to her body, clearly excited by the unexpected turn.
“You’re serious?” he asked, voice thick.
Satsuki straightened up, looking down at him like he was something she might step on.
Prove me wrong, Mr. Khalil,” she said coolly. “Or would you rather crawl back to your little fake Sphinx and keep hiding behind your stolen fibers?”
Hassan Khalil’s smug expression faltered for a moment as Satsuki reached up and boldly pulled open the front of her Junketsu uniform. She shrugged the sailor top off her shoulders, fully exposing her large, pale breasts to the desert air. Her pink nipples were already stiff from Junketsu’s earlier teasing.
The fat man stared, momentarily speechless.
Satsuki smirked down at him, voice dripping with mocking sweetness.
“It’s rude to proposition a woman and then hesitate when she accepts, Mr. Khalil. Are you all talk?”
Hassan recovered quickly. He pushed himself up from the lounger with a grunt, rising to his full (if unimpressive) height. For a brief moment they stood eye-to-eye, he tried to loom, tried to intimidate her with his bulk.
Satsuki didn’t even blink.
“You’re too used to submissive little girls who tremble when you snap your fingers,” she said coolly. “How disappointing.”
Hassan’s eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and arousal. Then he grinned, reached down, and shoved his shorts down in one motion.
Satsuki’s eyebrow rose.
His cock was monstrous — nearly as long as her arm and almost as thick as her thigh when fully hard. It hung heavy and thick, veins bulging along its length, already swelling larger under her gaze. Easily comparable to Jai’s in sheer size, if not slightly girthier at the base.
“More of my father’s research?” Satsuki asked, voice laced with dark amusement as she stared at the enormous organ.
Hassan sat back down on the reinforced lounger, spreading his thick thighs as his massive cock twitched and rose.
“Nah,” he grinned arrogantly. “This is my own little spin-off. You were saying something about a fat pig like me not being able to satisfy a woman such as yourself?”
Satsuki’s lips curved into a dangerous, predatory smile.
“I accept your challenge.”
With a single smooth motion, she pulled the rest of Junketsu off her body, letting the uniform fall to the tiled ground in a discarded heap. Completely naked now under the desert sun, Satsuki gracefully dropped to her knees between Hassan’s spread legs.
She leaned forward, pressing her large, soft tits around the thick base of his gigantic cock. Even with both breasts wrapped around it, a considerable portion of his massive shaft still rose above her cleavage. She squeezed her tits together tightly, smothering the lower half of his cock in warm, pillowy flesh.
Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up the underside of his throbbing length — a long, wet, sensual lick from base to tip.
“Mmm…” she purred, looking up at him with sharp, challenging eyes. “Let’s see who submits first.”
Hassan groaned deeply, his fat belly heaving as Satsuki began working her breasts up and down his enormous shaft while her tongue continued teasing the sensitive underside and leaking tip.
Satsuki knelt between Hassan Khalil’s thick thighs, completely naked under the desert sun. Her large, soft breasts were wrapped tightly around the lower half of his massive cock, the sheer size of it making her cleavage bulge obscenely. Even with both of her heavy tits squeezed together, over half his enormous shaft still rose above them, thick veins pulsing visibly.
She looked almost bored.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Satsuki began sliding her tits up and down his length, using her hands to keep them pressed firmly around his girth. The fat head of his cock leaked precum steadily, smearing across the top of her head, collarbone, and the tops of her breasts with every upward stroke.
“Fuuuuck…” Hassan groaned loudly, his heavy belly heaving. “Your tits… they’re incredible…”
Satsuki didn’t reply. She simply continued the mechanical motion — slow, steady, perfectly controlled. Her expression remained cool and unimpressed as she watched his cock throb between her soft, pale breasts.
“Not bad technique,” Junketsu commented lightly in her mind, his voice amused. “But you look like you’d rather be balancing the university budget right now.”
Satsuki mentally agreed. This was little more than a calculated performance.
She leaned forward and dragged her tongue lazily along the underside of his cock, tracing a thick vein from where it disappeared between her tits all the way up to the swollen, leaking tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, collecting the salty precum before letting it drip messily down onto her breasts for extra lubrication.
Hassan let out a deep, guttural moan, one meaty hand reaching down to grope at her dark hair.
“Shit— just like that… Your mouth feels even better than I imagined…”
Satsuki allowed him to guide her head lower. She parted her lips and took the fat head of his cock into her mouth, sucking on it with wet, obscene sounds while continuing to pump her tits around the thick shaft. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she applied suction, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.
“He’s throbbing like crazy,” Junketsu chuckled. “Poor bastard’s never had head this good in his life. You’re barely even trying and he’s already losing it.”
Satsuki didn’t respond outwardly. She simply bobbed her head a little deeper, taking more of his massive cock into her warm, wet mouth while her soft breasts continued sliding up and down the rest of his length. Drool and precum ran messily down her chin and coated her tits, making the titfuck slicker and noisier.
Hassan’s groans grew louder, more desperate.
“Ahh— fuck— your tits are so soft… and that tongue— nnngh! You really are a fucking goddess…”
Satsuki’s eyes remained half-lidded, almost disinterested as she worked. She occasionally made small, wet sucking sounds around the head of his cock, but her movements stayed precise and efficient rather than passionate. She was performing — not enjoying.
She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip. Looking up at him with cool blue eyes, she pressed her breasts tighter together and began moving them faster, stroking his entire length with her slick, pillowy tits.
“You’re really phoning it in, aren’t you?” Junketsu teased.
Satsuki noticed that Hassan hadn’t reacted at all to the Kamui’s comments, almost as if he couldn’t hear him. Then again, he might not be able to, Satsuki remembered that for most of the time, Senketsu’s words could only be heard by Ryuko. Was Junketsu consciously doing the same thing? It could be useful in combat depending on how it was used.
She leaned down again, taking Hassan’s cock back into her mouth. This time she forced herself a little deeper, the fat head bumping against the back of her throat as her tits continued their relentless, slippery massage around the base. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the air as she sucked him — gluck, gluck, gluck — while her hands squeezed her own breasts tighter around him.
Hassan was panting now, sweat beading on his forehead, his fat body trembling with pleasure.
“Goddamn— you’re going to make me cum if you keep that up…”
Satsuki didn’t slow down. She continued the combined titfuck and blowjob with mechanical precision — sucking hard on the head while her soft, heavy breasts stroked the rest of his massive length with long, smooth motions. Thick strings of saliva and precum dripped down onto her chest and thighs.
She was already wondering how long this would take. Junketsu was right, she WAS bored. This scarcely aroused her at all, in spite of his size. Satsuki would much rather enjoy this kind of thing with her wife Rei, her sister Ryuko, her daughter Jai, or any of her closest inner circle of friends.
Satsuki continued working Hassan’s massive cock with cool, practiced efficiency. Her large, soft breasts slid up and down the thick shaft in long, steady strokes while her mouth sucked on the fat, leaking head. She was mostly bored by the entire act — it felt more like a business transaction than anything remotely pleasurable.
Still, she couldn’t deny a faint thrill of arousal at the sheer control she held over this pathetic, powerful man. Every grunt and groan that escaped him reminded her exactly who was in charge.
Hassan’s breathing grew heavier, his fat belly rising and falling rapidly.
“Fuck… your tits feel so good…” he groaned, voice thick with lust.
Satsuki decided to stop playing around. She wanted this over with.
She tightened her breasts even harder around his cock and began pumping them faster, using her hands to squeeze and massage the thick shaft between her soft, pillowy tits. At the same time, she took more of his cock into her mouth, sucking harder while her tongue swirled aggressively around the sensitive head.
“Oh shit—!” Hassan gasped, his eyes widening. “Just like that—!”
Satsuki picked up the pace, her tits making wet, obscene slapping sounds as they stroked him rapidly. She bobbed her head in time with her breast movements, sucking noisily on the head while drool ran down her chin.
Hassan’s groans turned into desperate moans.
“Yes—! Fuck yes—! Keep going—! Don’t stop— ahhhn! Your mouth— your fucking tits—!”
Satsuki’s eyes remained cold and detached even as she worked him harder. She could feel his cock throbbing violently between her breasts, the veins pulsing wildly. She knew she could make him cum whenever she wanted.
So she did.
She squeezed her tits as tightly as possible and sucked hard on the head of his cock, flicking her tongue rapidly against the slit. Hassan let out a loud, broken moan as his entire body tensed.
“I’m cumming—! I’m fucking cumming—!!”
His massive cock erupted.
Thick, ropey jets of cum shot violently into the air like a geyser, some of it splattering across Satsuki’s forehead and hair before oozing down her face and chest in heavy, sticky streams. The cum was thick and foul-smelling, like cheap shampoo mixed with bleach. It ran down the top of her head in slow, gooey globs, dripping over her eyebrows and cheeks.
Hassan’s face twisted into a pathetic ahegao — tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as his fat body shuddered through his orgasm.
Satsuki found the sight utterly disgusting.
Ahegao looks beautiful on a woman lost in ecstasy… but on a man? It’s just shameful.
She waited until his cock finally stopped spurting, then slowly pulled her tits off his spent shaft. She rose gracefully to her feet, cum still dripping down her face, hair, and breasts.
Hassan slumped back on the lounger, panting like a beached whale, still wearing that pathetic expression.
Satsuki looked down at him coldly.
“I want those Life Fibers on a plane to Japan tonight,” she said, voice sharp and commanding. “You may come to the University at your earliest convenience. But do not test my patience again, Mr. Khalil.”
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and began walking away, completely naked and covered in his foul-smelling cum. It dripped down her body with every step.
Junketsu immediately moved, reforming around her body into his usual white-and-navy sailor uniform. The Kamui kindly absorbed and removed every trace of Hassan’s cum from her skin and hair, leaving her clean and pristine once again.
“What a disgusting pig,” Junketsu muttered in her mind. “His cum smelled like expired yogurt. You handled that like a queen, though.”
Satsuki didn’t reply. She simply walked toward the waiting car with perfect posture, the Pyramids looming in the distance behind her.
She had what she came for.
Story by Sailor Io
As promised, KLK