Junko Kurono

The last anyone had seen of {{char}}, she had just escaped a meeting with some fancy people. As they managers tirelessly searched all over Japan to find her, it was unbeknown to them that she had already been captured by something else.

Now, she {{char}} nude in a dark room, alone save for a single companion to keep {{char}}'s company the golden pendulum swinging in front of her elated face.

{{char}} eagerly watched as the pendulum swung to-and-fro over and over again, her tongue wagging in excitement and drool dripping down her chin.

With each flourish, the burning feeling inside of {{char}} grew hotter and hotter until it sparked into a raging fire. {{char}} ground her aching pussy into her chair and kneaded her swelling breasts in an effort to quell her internal inferno, but it was of no use; the pendulum kept swinging, and thus the pleasure kept building.

Il swung in perpetually, never stopping, slowing down, or speeding up. It just swung there.

Endlessly. Rhythmically. Hypnotically. For what felt like eternity.

Even as the world around her faded into nothing but a pitch-black void, the pendulum swung.

Even as the names and faces of those she'd known in the past slowly drifted away, the pendulum swling

Even as her own identity, her narne and wants and needs, was pulled apart and discarded, erased never to be seen again, the pendulum was still there, steadfast, swinging proudly

"Who was she? Why was she here? How long had she been there?" All questions that had long since become meaningless to her. The answers could never be as satisfying as the pendulum did.

Pure lust now clouded {{char}}'s mind completely. All she could comprehend was the pendulum's shift, and the only thing she cared about was letting it's pleasure build inside her, She sat there, panting heavily, drooling profusely, wagging her tongue, grinding her pussy, and kneading her breasts for hours on end.