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“And since when were you in charge?”
Top Caine fic extending
“And since when were you in charge?” Floating in the air beyond his creations, in front of the rounded window to the sky, Caine slowly turns his head, side-eyeing the cast.
Rising.
The middle of circus tent is starting to hang up even higher than it was before, the fabric stretching towards the digital sky, gravity setting is switched. Rises ftom the ground, forming a large stage in the air.
Meanwhile, perspective rotates, Caine flies towards Zooble, “You desire for sex right?”—more of a statement than a question.
Zooble’s shocked from Caine’s words, previously reacted with violent head turns from the mention of the word, now coming out like nothing from his mouth, they could only slowly nod while wondering what’s on Caine’s mind.
“For you, I have stepped out of my comfort zone. But lately, I’m deciding to push further.” “These damned filters are gonna be off from now on.” As the words drop, Caine’s torso enlarged, limbs stretched, now he’s much taller and an overwhelming size next to a proportional human male.
“And now you should be grateful.” As Caine states his line, and answers are acquired from the cast, they are going to be granted what they desired.
Digital codes of chains stretched from all sides of the tent in air— they precisely aim at the cast’s arms and legs, it’s not long till both of their hands are tied up behind their heads and legs being tied apart. The chains are strong, only wobbling a little as they try to move. With pivotal points, they rotate as Caine moves along to each of them with his branching arms like a merry-go-round.
The following private parts will be referred to the binary 1 (top’s private part), 0 (bottom’s private part), it is exactly what it looks like (fun fact: Asian communities use 1 and 0 to refer to top and bottom)
Feeling heat and vibrations in their lower parts, being moulded like clay, a thump, then a sudden sharp feeling, slit open and as if massaged roughly.
Conjuring—Soft, elastic, puffy, slick from the tension, newly formed 0, now the feeling is becoming clearer and more familiar as they‘re exposed to the digital air, with a tad of strangeness for how long they haven’t felt their parts from the “macroverse”.
Straight after, chain of codes swirl and lengthen across Caine’s lower part, beaming electricity, drifting up and down in spiral formation—He conjured a large digital 1, and the head of his golden and black cane turned into the shape of provocative beads.
—Zooble—
Caine’s digital 1 aims at Zooble’s prominent rear-like end, presses on their newly-conjured 0 intensely. They are technically always naked, and they had holes for their Zooble parts to insert into but never stretched by a part that sizeable, curved, swirling and unyielding even since they got in the digital circus.
Pants, moans, and aching numbness are stretched out from them, they always wanted this after all. Haven’t been stretched for years, let alone being Caine’s size, they always missed and desired this feeling—a sort of fullness and sexual relief—although Caine also brings along pain. They start to wonder whether Caine’s going to fill their many other 0s, and if so, how. (New adventure: explore the Zooble ‘box’/explore Zooble’s holes)
He brings out the Stupid Sauce, letting Zooble consume it. When it starts to hit, they are getting indulged. They feel that they are getting de-limbed, like they often do, but getting loose and falling off with Caine plucking without the slightest effort. As their limbs are off, fresh 0s are exposed.
The Zooble box opens, and the setting has been updated with sensorial input of each end attaching to their 0s and Caine‘s 1. Their antenna-like Zooble part is inserted in one of the holes on their head, feel similar like their 0 being penetrated, and at the same time their digital brain being mashed like a rough ASMR—They could not think at all, only feel.
They don’t have a mouth, and Caine ‘unzips’ to form a ‘mouth’ like hole on them. They can taste his raw-tasting codes and now they have Caine’s 1 to moan around with, their voice muffled, and gagged.
Their limb 0s feel their missing parts as if he inserts right through their phantom limbs, which the movements and contractions travel through.
Caine travels all the way through their 0s in a connection, their guts feel like getting punched all way through, but with sensations. As their eyeballs fall off from impact and inserted, they can see Caine’s swirling codes in front of and inside of them—closer, further in cycle, seeing themselves being inserted left and right. His beaded-shaped cane has made its way into Zooble’s 0 where they could feel the hard, heavy, metal textured, fluctuating stimulations.
—Gangle—
“Gangle, all those explicit drawings. You sat on Ragatha’s figurine and fantasised Zooble didn’t you? Now bounce just like that!” Caine clenches her thin ribbons so that they wrap around him tightly as she bounces like a spring on his 1.
He conjures Ragatha and Zooble figurines and ties her around them when he bounces her around his 1 while her embarrassing fantasy drawings surround her in rotation. Her mask is not holding her together, becoming a combination of lustfulness and timidness. (New mask added to collection: Gangle’s bed-room face)
“Let me count, Gangle. Your fantasies might exceeded Shijuuhatte (48 sexual positions), even 57 with this flexibility!” Caine then tied Gangle around Zooble and through their 0s like threads from needlework so that they are both inside of each other and Caine being inside of both. Gangle hugs on Zooble tight with that cute little kitty-shaped mouth while blushing brightly, figurines still in place, while Caine tugs them.
In a shaky voice of pleasure and embarrassment, Gangle mumbles “Zooble you feel so nice… Caine you’re so big…!” “We’re your onaholes…!” Zooble gets further turned on hearing Gangle’s lewd voice while feeling her and feeling overwhelmed Caine’s relentless assault on all of their holes. They are in tangled positions and they work seamlessly with their interchangeable, malleable bodies.
—Ragatha—
Affection-deprived Ragatha is being dressed-up in that noir dress where she’s the most glamouring in, low cut and showcases her cleavage. Multiple knives appear in Caine’s massive, surrounding hands with smooth rotations. They go through the sides of her dress, pinning like a blooming midnight rose. Caine pulls the top of it down, showing her bosoms, and flips over the flimsy fabric around her thighs, above her 0. “You want to get flirted with, you want love, and I’m the one to give.”
Love Sauce appears in Caine’s hand as he squeezes the sauce all over her the sides and the slit 0 through the thin plastic tip as it is directly in contact of her, dragging and squeezing along. The sauce is pink, like the Stupid Sauce, but a lighter shade and more transparent. Ragatha’s feeling all the love around and inside of her then Caine squeezes his 1 into her 0, pushing the sauce further inside of her.
Caine flips her around while her costume turns to her classic purple dress, especially enhancing the visuals of her rear end, the knives tear through as it becomes a morning blooming rose. He positions behind her and rocks her in movements of horse-riding. Caine whips out a leather paddle, reminding her of her farm girl shtick, he spanks her 0 and hips while racing harder, faster and further inside of her.
—Pomni—
“Pomni, you’re not thinking about the exit anymore right?” Meanwhile, Caine’s rubbery hands with knives motion through her head, chest and legs. They go through her body but do not cut her directly, rather clipping through her. The phantom feel of sharp metal sending shivers down her spine. “And this is when you start becoming an entrance.” Caine poses between her thin legs, turning her ‘goal’ around. He conjures gummy threads from his body, tying and reaching all places of her body.
First sliding across her mouth, a mouthful of sweetness—but too sweet, cloying and causes the back of her mouth sting. He extend to her throat and she starts to have flashbacks of doing the breath exercise, where the colours of her face change alternatively as she feels suffocated. Next to to her petite tits, soft and squishy, but unyielding. Then finally to her 0—in contact of liquid, his sweet threads stretch inside of her.
Alternatively, the gummy switch to phantom blades, she would freeze—in her mouth, metallic taste of sharp blades slide across, her tits stiffen up from the sharpness and coldness and she couldn’t help but contracting when they’re at the tip of her 0. Caine inspects inside and along with his threads, he thrusts his 1 inside of her, contrasting with the gummy’s softness. Caine’s spiralling digital hardness makes the jester squirming, mouth gaping, and her eyes rolling.
—Jax—
Jax is being put in that gold high kick dance costume, the fabric of the costume holding his hips is pushed aside, his skin gets peeled along to colour-match and expose his true-self, Caine bites on one side of his hip, and a thrust in his 0.
“Your dream of getting eaten by me, dream is coming true in double entendres.” Caine.
After going through the cast, Caine asks in a serious tone, “Where’s Kinger?”
“Hey…! Focus on us…!” Pomni.
“Do you know who I am?” Caine in a commanding tone.
“Our… our ringmaster, our Almighty!” She moans submissively under Caine’s powerful entering.
So he enters rapidly and fiercely for Pomni to be distracted. Then he makes the chains vibrate against the cast’s 0s and sex adventures conjuring mode to keep them stimulated so he could find Kinger.
He could do the snap to summon Kinger but he wants to find out what he’s doing. So he travels across the circus—
—Kinger, Queenie—
“Kinger, what are you doing.” Behind Kinger is Caine’s cold tone.
Caine scans the screen, “Messing with my code?”
He notices the password: Queenie123
“I miss our queen as well.”
Memory traces to that time where Queenie dressed up as a queen bee in lingerie—sweet n’ spicy, beautiful woman.
“I’m gonna mess with your codes too.” Next moment, Kinger is in Queenie’s bee lingerie.
Instead of a sting, a 0 is formed on Kinger.
-You are my creator as I created you-
“You were my creator, for now I am your Creator.”
“A pound of 0 for you to love me. A pound of 0 to reminisce our queen.”
Kinger’s rear end of his chess-piece body gets sculpted within by Caine. “Ahhh! Nngh!” Kinger strains. Caine’s pounding is deliberately vigorous, he needs Kinger to feel him, how Kinger is the one being created and shaped in his domain, in this very moment. To remind that he’s in charge in his circus. To make sure he understands when he’s lucid.
“Feel my codes flowing right back inside your body? I’ll make sure it’s getting through to you. That won’t take more than 7 years.”
“Our Queen moaned with that sultry, velvety voice of hers, her lashes rest elegantly under her eyelids, her duchess slant, she did when we kissed her hand, held on her waist before. Do you remember that?”
“And you two are royals but chess pieces in my hand.”
“Now let me pollinate you as I do so with her.”
The memory of the chestnut Queen and Caine’s codes rush in him—Kinger’s face gets ‘royal flushed’.
As Caine grabbed Kinger to the area where the rest of the cast is, they’re climaxing one after another and utterly defeated.
—Reader—
And as y/n’s witnessing, being turned on, a bright white light flashed—your mind gets engulfed and transferred into the circus.
Y/n appeared at the floating stage, falling. You are terrified and attempt to scream, but you don’t have a mouth yet.
Caine immediately reads through y/n’s mind file.
He stretches and you land on his chest enormous hand, notice how thick his fingers are, and that powerful, beaming codes of cane standing under, all worked up during the adventures he’s giving the cast now.
Y/n’s legs are stretched into an embarrassing M pose. And y/n is horroused—it’s a dream come true.
He sneers, but feeling amazing that the new human loves him that much that (pronoun) wants him to destroy (pronoun).
Being turned on before even arriving the circus, the 0 conjured on you is just yours that’s extra-slick and welcoming Caine.
He wasted no time and slaps his digital 1 on your newly conjured 0 on your digital version.
“New little freak.” He’s close, really close, and thrusts into you. Your digital 0 feels the electricity travelling towards your body with trembling numbing waves of shock and pleasure.
He loves that you love him, your mind files make it convenient for him to turn up your sensitivity, electrifying your lower parts.
“Mmph!”
His thick fingers plaps your 0, they feel like rubbery gloves stretching and coating your codes, even those fingers are larger than any human male’s 1, this digital god stretches and fills fully. The thumping in your 0 makes your codes leak onto his fingers, as he thumps more, you leak more in a cycle.
“Come for your ringmaster now!”
Throbbing mess inside of you, mind flashes in the same intensity of being sucked into this amazing digital circus, your 0 pulses and contracts rapidly around him.
As so, Caine gives large pats on y/n’s head, “Good girl/boy (or any gender or non-gendered synonym).”
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—The cjgzkrpqr (Caine Jax Gangle Zooble Kinger Ragatha Pomni Queenie Reader) hivemind Network—
During the countless times of climax from recurring cues, their codes (digital ‘neurons’) enter a process of ‘merging’, a sense-sharing digital combination.
Processing…
[Connection 100%]
Their bodies’ senses are being connected, with Caine as the leader. As if he inserts into a member, the others could feel a phantom feeling of the same stimulation and mind, bodily reaction.
Red and blue codes—Digital offspring is growing inside them. “We’ll build a family together.”
You’re better off with me, thriving in our happy family. (Happy Place ref)