A man's hand ran the length of her leg. Jan found his fingers and the taste of her own slick in her mouth. She purred, she loved the taste of herself. Her tongue circled his fingers as they pressed further down her throat until she started to choke.
"That's it," as the fingers vanished leaving her mouth wanting. "There will plenty to fill your holes soon." He shoved her roughly. The weight of the box and her inability to see caused her to stumble and collapse backwards onto a couch. "That reflex will serve you well."
"Small pricked bastard." She thought as she struggled to rise only to find herself bent over the arm of the couch arm. He sunk into her with one rough stroke as he squeezed her nipples and heavy breasts. Jan quickly forgot her lie as the man cored her. He repeatedly thrust into her. Her new crown caused her head to recklessly jerk from side to side. The disorientation, humiliation, and his ruthless handling caused her sex to immediately start to tense - but before she could find release he slid out of her. Using the box like a valve he twisted her to her knees and pushed himself into the one hole the box had. She devoured him. She wanted to cum so badly but she had slipped into that space where her need to blindly worship this formless god's cock was greater than for her own orgasm.
Jan could barely make out the word "good" and a few muffled sounds a he unloaded into her mouth. Immediately after tasting his salt, she felt her own puddle forming around her knees. Every bit of life she could coaxed from him, Jan swallowed greedily. As he pulled away she caught her breath gap-mouthed as a mix of her thick drool and his cum snaked from the opening of the box.
Fighting to regain her senses, Jan felt her arms being pinned down to her sides, cocooned in nylon straps and cinched tight with buckles. Inside the box the air bladders held in her own heat. Already the smell of her own sweat and sex filled the box and stung her eyes. He had been kind - her melting make up would have only made it worse. It was stifling and the pressure pinched her nose shut only allowing her to pull breaths through her mouth. This almost guaranteed that her mouth would be open for anyone who wished to use it. But he was gone.
Jan found herself being left alone for far too long. She already near feral with fear and desire by the time she heard the sound of the door slam wide.
A multitude of unseen hands pulled at her. A new cock pushed passed her lips. Jan swallowed its muskiness - the taste so different from the last. Without identity, she was without resistance. Empty and open for all to experience, open for every experience. As the new member pulled away she fought to hold it to draw it deeper into her throat. Hands wrapped around her slim waist and pulled her onto to the lap and thick cock of their owner. Sex with a familiar taste was again in her mouth. A third larger prick pushed against her tight ass unable to resist or protest it sank deep inside her. She was airtight.
She was barely able breathe. "So much. Too much." Jan thought. However, being unable to protest each partner sat their own grueling pace pushing her to and over the edge.
The next partner took the place of last over and over again - she was closed, filled, and perfected. Her perception narrowed. One orgasm rolled into the next as Jan lost herself - her last thought fucked out of her head. Jan would have believed her abusers countless had she not tasted herself on some of them. Senseless she continued to perform for her captors until her body like her mind ceased to function and still they came - in every meaning of the word. By the time the last slid out of her Jan was torn meat. Exhausted and broken she collapsed in unconsciousness.
