I have some fun with her, then go after the next target.

Koakuma is curled into a miserable ball in the corner of the bedroom, she's been forbidden from looking away or interfering, so all she can do is watch as her beloved mistress is violated by the man who had so suddenly turned her life into a nightmare. She's haunted by the knowledge that it was her own hand that had put Patchouli into this position. Worse still, she hadn't been under direct compulsion when she did it; Master (she was unable to refer to him any other way, even within her own mind) had done something with that device of his, twisted her until she had wanted to deliver Patchouli to him. She could still remember the almost manic glee she had felt when she had completed the task. When she returned, Master had reversed whatever changes he had made, and all at once that glee vanished as she became nearly sick with guilt and horror.

Patchouli is shedding silent tears as I roughly fuck her cunt from behind, the day's events having left her in a bit of a daze. Dissatisfied with her lack of reaction, I pull out of her and press the tip of my cock against her asshole. That seems to bring her back to the present moment "No! Please! Not There! Go back to my pussy o-or you can use my mouth! Just don't put it there!"

"You know, that's a good idea Patchy! I think I will use your mouth"

"Th-thank y-"

"Aster all, I'll need to clean your ass off my dick somehow" Whatever she would have said next is cut off; a shriek of agony rips its way out of her throat as I brutally **** my way into her butthole. The fluid left on my dick from it's invasion of her cunt wouldn't have provided nearly enough lubrication for even a gentle insertion, let alone this. The perks I bought keep the lack of lubrication from being uncomfortable or painful for me, but Patchouli isn't so lucky, it prevents her ass from outright tearing, but otherwise does nothing to ease this experience for her. To make matters worse for her, she reflexively clenched up as I entered her, resulting in a pleasurable feeling of tightness for me, and an extra dose of white hot agony for her. She would probably have passed out form the pain if I hadn't set her bracelet to **** her to remain awake earlier (I make a mental note to add that to my standard settings). As it is, she remains fully awake and aware as she feels me ravaging her anus. I don't give her time to recover either, I immediately begin moving, fucking her ass with no concern for her comfort whatsoever. Her screaming turns to sobbing as I continue to use her body for my pleasure, as if she were a mere object and not a person at all. When I finally fill her bowels with my seed and pull out of her, she collapses limply onto the mattress.

She doesn't even seem to notice when I roll her onto her back and adjust her so that her head is hanging off the edge of the bed. It's not until stand, putting her head between me and the bed. My still-hard cock brushing against her cheek that her eyes refocus, fixed on the dick that had caused her so much pain. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but I take the opportunity to shove my length into her mouth. She makes a muffled sound of distress, likely tasting the acrid, bitter flavor of her own ass on the cock that had had invaded her mouth and was quickly making its way to her throat. "Thanks for volunteering for this earlier, by the way" I push myself all the way in, until my balls are resting against her nose, watching with interest as her throat bulges at the intrusion. Experimentally, I wrap my hands around it and apply some pressure. The noises she's making have escalated into panic, but the added tightness feels great. I keep **** her as I start fucking her throat in earnest. I'm still pretty satisfied with that assfuck though, so it's not long before I'm cumming again, depositing a load directly into her stomach.

After a moment's thought, I begin emptying my bladder into her stomach too. Unfortunately for her, My cock is softening as I piss into her throat, meaning that the last of it pours into her mouth rather than her throat, forcing her to taste the repulsive fluid. She chokes in her disgust, and some of it up onto the floor. I order her to lick it up, and she tearfully complies.

Shortly before dawn the next morning. On an eastern balcony of the SDM

Remilia Scarlet sighs, looking at the empty teacup and barren plates sitting on the table before her. "Well, it's always nice to chat with you Patchy, but I really must be going to bed for the day" She begins to stand.

Patchouli, sitting across from her, says "Actually Remi, if I could have a moment more of your time, there's something I'd like to show you".

Remilia glances at the horizon, noting the first signs of sunrise "You'd better make it quick, I can't be out here for much longer".

"That's just it, actually, I think I've finally managed to make an artifact that will let you be safe in the sun"

Remilia freezes. "Really? I thought you said that project was a dead end!"

Patchouli smiles at her "It was, but I stumbled on a lead while looking into something else. I've been working on it for the past few days". Pachouli reaches into a pocket of her nightgown and holds out a ring, offering it to Remilia.

Remilia stares at the ring, its simple but elegant design unaccountably transfixing. "All I have to do is wear it?" Patchouli nods in confirmation, and Remilia quickly snatches and dons the ring, as if fearing that any further hesitation might make it disappear.

"Do you want to test it out? If it doesn't work we should be able to get you inside before any real damage is done." Remilia nods emphatically. The next few minutes are spent in companionable silence. Remilia is uncharacteristically silent, mind buzzing with the new things she'll be able to do if she doesn't have to worry about the sun anymore. She can't help but feel a bit nervous as the sun begins to emerge, and she has to will herself not to flinch as its rays approach her. She braces herself for possible pain and... nothing. No burning or pain or flames, just a pleasant warmth as the sun hits her skin.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Patchouli lets out a short 'oof' as Remilia pulls her into a tight hug.

"ow... not so tight Remi"

Remilia lets her go, looking a bit sheepish "Sorry about that, but Patchy, this is wonderful!" a thought occurs to her then "Oh, but what about Flan? Can you-"

Patchouli smiles "I can make another one for her in just a couple of days".

Remilia pulls her friend in for another, gentler hug.