Syncletia Enters the Masturbatorium

Syncletia's aquiline nose flared as soon as she strode across the threshold to the Onanites' chambers, her lust-fired senses immediately assaulted by a wave of raw musk that almost knocked the breath from her lungs. Inside, her watery blue eyes momentarily struggled to adapt to lighting even dimmer than the hushed special collections room of the library several floors above; here, a much larger space was barely illuminated by the dim blue light of scores of screens arrayed in ranks through the open floorplan of the masturbatorium.

The bimbo nun's senses rapidly adjusted, her salivary glands flooding as her body responded to the fog that hung heavily in the stuffy air of the gooners' cave. "Fuck," Syncletia exclaimed, and reflexively expelled a sharp stream of spit towards the shadowed floor, wiping her bee-stung lips with a gloved hand. "Spyro, it smells like the fully fucked crotch of Christ after His forty days of fornication in here."

Directly ahead of her, the elaborately harnessed Master Onanist shuddered violently, emitting another long grunt and letting loose another stream of pre-ejaculate from his sheathed shaft. The wet splatter that met his emission and her innate predatory senses for cum told Syncletia that the whole floor of this pigpen, still unseen in the darkness, was thick with the Onanites' leakings. Spyro's jaw slacked as his tongue momentarily lolled forward, visibly restraining himself from following after the trail of Syncletia's spittle to the floor. A feat of further self-restraint that doubtlessly few of his more junior acolytes would have been able to manage. "NnnngggHHHHHhhhhhh. Yes, s-s-s-s-s-Sister, that's the s-s-smell of our bateworship."

At his comment, another low moan emanated from a Onanite brother sitting immediately nearby, whose gaze remained locked on to a quad array of porn feeds that served to illuminate his insistent double-fisted act of prayer. "NNNNNgggh!" the gooner exclaimed loudly, "Bateworship! Worship the bate! My cock for porn! ArrghhhaBBBBlll.... cockkkkkk feels good! PUMP!" At this, the whole row of Onanites nearest Syncletia and her guide began to babble and moan in cascading counterpoint, their ecstasy careening back and forth off of each others' communal teetering pre-orgasmic edge.

Spyro attempted to motion Syncletia onwards, but several of the goonpigs nearest them had registered their presence at the peripheral edges of their broadcast feeds as something more than just a new trigger around which to harmonize their pump pleasures. In their hyperstimulated state, nearly any female flesh would have doubtlessly triggered **** displays of ecstasy, but Syncletia's pornified visage was a revelation.

"UNNGHHH" another nearby bator exclaimed, eyes bulging as his porn-soaked brain struggled to consume the full sweep of the nun's hyper curves. "Fuck! Fuckgoddesssss! See my cock! Take my bate! Built to --NGHHCUMMINNGGGGGGGG!" With a convulsive shudder, the Onanite acolyte's desperately swollen cock erupted uncontrollably from his tightly wrapped fist, splattering Syncletia's bare tanned midriff with a torrent of weeks-backed-up ball juice from fully six feet away. Slumping backwards in his batestation, the lapsed brother emitted a low, spent moan, his eyes still wide and glued sightlessly to the screen mounted ahead of him.

Syncletia's entrance shook the Onanites' goon cave like an earthquake.