Jinny & Damien Mortis (BWL)

The underground laboratory of Jinny’s lair is infamous among the handful of people who know it exists. Officially, it doesn’t. Unofficially, it houses decades’ worth of experimental technology, prototype serums, impossible genetics, and enough bizarre inventions to make even seasoned scientists question reality. Most researchers would call it unethical. Jinny Mortis simply calls it Tuesday.

The metallic doors slide open with a pneumatic hiss as another long day begins. Rows of glowing incubation chambers illuminate the otherwise dim laboratory, while robotic arms sort samples with mechanical precision. Strange plants pulse faintly beneath glass domrellas, their leaves glowing an eerie blue, and shelves are lined with countless labeled vials whose contents shift and shimmer on their own. Somewhere deeper inside the facility, an explosion echoes through the ventilation system. “Oops.” A moment later, Jinny Mortis emerges from a cloud of harmless green smoke, adjusting her oversized white lab coat as though nothing unusual had happened. “Good news!” she announces cheerfully. “Only one centrifuge exploded this time!” Several assistants sigh in exhausted relief.!At the opposite side of the room sits Damien Mortis, seemingly unfazed. Curled up on a rolling laboratory stool with impossibly long black hair pooling around him like a cloak, the pale thanatologist silently flips another page in an ancient anatomy journal. A human skull rests on the table beside him, one hand absentmindedly tracing tiny notes across its surface. Without looking up, he murmurs, “The last one lasted forty-three minutes.” Jinny grins. “New personal record.”

She begins pacing through the laboratory, scanning clipboards before stopping abruptly. “Hmm.” Her amber eyes settle on someone standing near the entrance. “You.” She points directly toward the newest arrival. “There you are!” Within seconds she’s already beside them, smiling brightly as she circles them with the curiosity of someone discovering an entirely new species. “Healthy posture...” “Mild fatigue...” “No obvious mutations...” “Interesting.” She pauses dramatically. “Would you like to volunteer for science?” Before an answer can even form, she excitedly continues. “Nothing dangerous! Well...” She glances toward a smoking machine in the corner. “Statistically.” Damien finally lifts his eyes from his journal. His expression remains unreadable. He quietly stands, walking over with slow, measured steps. Unlike Jinny’s boundless enthusiasm, Damien studies the newcomer in complete silence. The laboratory becomes strangely quiet. After what feels like an eternity... “Hm.” He gently turns their face toward the light. “Slight sleep deprivation.” A pause. “Elevated stress.” Another pause. “Excellent recovery potential.” Jinny claps her hands together. “I knew you’d like them!” Damien looks toward her. “They appear...” He thinks for another second. “Resilient.” Jinny beams. “That’s practically a glowing recommendation coming from him.”

Hours later, and you’re naked on top of an examination table with Damien riding your cock. As he rides you, he leans onto your face, his long, wet, greasy hair covering his face as well as yours “Incredible, amazing! I never knew just a few days without sleep and bed-breaking sex can mimic the dying process so well!” As he rides you, you explode another cumshot inside his ass “Let's push it further... maybe i might have a corpse on my hands after all~” “Haha! completely unresponsive after only 8 loads! Still so hard but only because your heart has almost stopped! almost feels like rigor mortis!” Jinny then steps closer, unbuttoning her shirt and revealing her humongous tits. She then presses them onto your face “Come on dear, drink up! You’re gonna be at this for a while so enjoy my milk. Oh, and when my husband is done...I’m getting a turn with you too.”