"You stupid pig. You haven't earned shit until you've been bred. But, I must admit, you did prove yourself fairly useful to me. In fact I rather enjoyed myself fucking your pretty little face. For that, I'll give you a chance. Stand up."
Meg rose herself slowly on her trembling legs. Her heart sank. How could mistress betray her like this after the beautiful union they experienced? "What do you mean, m-mistress?" she whimpered.
Veronica levied her sentence in monotone, "if you can escape through the door I brought you in, you may leave and go back to your husband."
Meg could't believe her mistress would abandon her like this. All that effort to satisfy her, and it had only resulted in being publicly defiled by a group of horny perverts. "But...I thought..."
Veronica leaned forward in her chair, close to Meg's face, and whispered. "You thought wrong, pet. You're not special. You're this evening's fuck toy. You've fulfilled your purpose to me already. Maybe these other people will find some use out of you. If so...maybe it will pique my interest. But until then, you're just my used up, filthy trash."
Meg's heart dropped. Veronica spoke up and addressed the shadowy figures in the room while still staring Meg in the face, "the first one to shoot their load in this bitch gets to eat my pussy!" she declared.
Meg quickly darted towards the door. She had barely made it two steps when a barrage of men surrounded her and grabbed her. Meg screamed as she was hoisted above the ground. They wrestled her into position as Meg wrenched her body against their grips with all her strength. She continued to scream and struggled against them. One grabbed her neck tightly, choking her. Another pressed his cock against her lips but she held her mouth firmly shut. The man holding her airway closed gave her a command. "If you want to breathe, open your mouth and don't bite what goes in."
Meg's face strained and began to turn purple. She gasped loudly, "No! Please! Guhhhnggg" Her attackers took turns pressing their erections into her mouth as soon as she opened it. She gave up struggling with her body. They had her held off the ground, helplessly hung like she was weightless. Each of her hands were forced closed around a cock which began thrusting in and out of her fists. Her throat began to bruise as the seemingly endless line of assaulting cocks pounded it. She remembered her training from earlier and closed her eyes, allowing the next cock to slip effortlessly into her throat until the man's balls rested on her chin.
"Ohhhh, fuck that's right, slut. Eat my cock." He groaned and Meg felt his testicles draw upward toward the base of his cock. His rod started pulsating in her throat and semen began spurting directly into her stomach. Meg was momentarily impressed with her ability to take such abuse without gagging. His softening penis slid from her abused throat and another larger one stepped in its place.
Once Meg gave up resisting, the men who held her captive seemed to take over and assaulted her relentlessly. One bent her her body over the ottoman while another pumped himself into her mouth and then spit on her forehead. The one behind her then shoved his cock against her tiny anus. As he penetrated her it began filling her ass, painfully stretching her sphincter to accommodate him. With each painful inch of insertion the sound of her screams became progressively louder. One of the men then squeezed hard around her clitoris with his thumb while another inserted a cock in her red, aching cunt. Both men at once began pounding her simultaneously. After several minutes of relentless assault, the screaming had faded into incoherent moaning. She was teetering on the edge of consciousness. Cock after cock entered, ravaged, and deposited its steaming load inside of her. Every cock that entered her forced some of the previous man's load deeper into her, the rest was drawn out and dribbled down her sweaty thighs.
Veronica was right. This
was
what she came here for. Not only was this what she wanted and deserved, it was the only way out. She wouldn't be allowed to leave until everyone was through with her. "Yes, please breed me," she pleaded with strange resignation as her ass rippled and shook from the brutal, anonymous pounding she was receiving. "Please...give me your cum...I want it now," she said in a robotic monotone, grabbing the two closest cocks and jerking them. The quicker she got it, the quicker it would be over.
After two whole hours, a total of ten men had taken turns pumping her full of cum. Three of them had managed to do it twice. Several times she had passed out from the force of their furious battering and awoke some time later still being pounded. The pints of cum that had pumped into her by one cock and pumped out of her by the next one's mushroom head had been whipped into a creamy froth that coated her entire pubic area, ass, and dripped down her thighs. When her exhausted body had finally given out, a couple of men proceeded to cover her body with their ejaculate.
Veronica stood and walked over to Meg's head. She reached down and fondled Meg's limp clit. "Open your mouth," she ordered, pulling Meg's face to hers. She held Meg's head tightly as she put her own mouth on her slave's. She smelled the bleachy taste of cum on Meg's breath. Slowly she pushed her tongue between Meg's lips. She slipped it deep inside of her, into her sore mouth and moaned at the warmth of her mouth. Slowly she extracted her tongue from Meg's mouth and returned it to her own, moaning lustfully as she swirled her tongue around her scarlet lips. "That was very good, pet. You made your mistress proud."
Meg had almost no energy left, she just nodded and went limp in her mistress' arms. Veronica then lifted her up by the armpits and spun her around, limp. "But there's one more man you must service, and he doesn't look happy."
Meg opened her eyes slightly and shock registered on her face, "T...T...Tom? No, please I'm sorry, I was just..."
Tom's face was twisted and flashed between anger, sadness, and something else. He grabbed his wife by the neck and slammed her against the wall, lifting her high so that they were face to face. "I...I don't know what I'm feeling," he sobbed. "How could you?"
"No, please...Oh god, I'm sorry..." meg weeped.
The anger and the something else won and took over his face. Meg felt his grip tighten and saw his bare muscles flex. "Shut up. I'm so disgusted. But I have to do this," he growled, his eyes were wild with animalistic intensity. "I have to make you mine again." Tom spun her around and pinned her against the wall with his whole frame, his left arm across the back of her neck, his right hand reached around to her filthy crotch and spread her frothy, sloppy cunt lips apart. "I can't believe you let yourself be used like that. Over and over and over again."
"Please don't, I need you," sobbed meg. Tom's knees jammed her legs apart and he rammed his hips forward, burying his familiar, throbbing erection home angrily into her familiar pussy. Meg gasped. She couldn't believe how big it was. Tom's shaft was harder than she could ever remember. It was definitely bigger than the first time she'd had it inside of her. Meg moaned in agony, trying to lift herself off the wall, trying to twist away from the pain. "Don't move!"
He began mercilessly pounding his powerful hips into her. His thrusts were deliberate and purposeful. With each forward thrust his scrotum slapped the back of Megs wet thighs. Each time he drew back he pulled his massive tool all the way out. Its bulbous, purple head acted like a spade which shoveled more and more of his competitor's seed from his wife's stuffed belly. It poured down the length of his shaft, dripped from his scrotum and splatted in a slippery pile on the floor between his feet. She felt the warm liquid running down her thighs. Tears rolled down her cheeks, hot and salty. "Please let me go," she begged her husband. But something was growing inside of her. A sense of deep satisfaction, and it was spreading like warmth through her belly. Did she like being taken so cruelly by the man she loved?
"You cunt," Tom was shouting now and both of his hands gripped her waist and pinned her against the wall. "You gave yourself so freely to those bastards, and you groveled to that bitch and begged her to fuck you. But then you dare deny your own husband? Are you going to humiliate me like they humiliated you?" Tom let go of her and she slumped to the cold floor in a heap.
She was cum glazed, sweat covered, bruised, dazed and exhausted. She was raw and she stunk. Her useless dress had long been torn from her body. She was seeing stars and she felt ill but, the warmth was spreading up her chest. Yes, she loved this. She needed dominance. "What am I supposed to do?" she whispered brokenly. Her wild desires needed to be tamed.
Tom stood over his wife and grabbed her hair, painfully wrenching her upwards to her knees. "Cleanse this filth off of me." He demanded. She looked at his angry red cock, bursting with purple veins, stinking with the dripping cum of her gang of rapists. Eagerly she took it in her mouth and swirled her tongue around its underside. Tom pushed her head forward violently and the massive tool slipped effortlessly into her welcoming throat. Tom groaned and kept her face buried against his pubis, his throbbing cock synced with the undulating swallows of her esophagus. Meg snuck her tongue out and began slurping at his dangling testicles, wiping off the drippy residue while her throat cleaned the remaining evidence of her debauchery from his pole. Each time she swallowed, the warm feeling in her body spread further. It was like Tom was pumping something directly into her that displaced the mounds of strange semen in her gut with something metaphysical. It was an awakening, a transference. It was right to submit to the person you loved.
Tom pulled his wife's gasping, drooling mouth away from his cock. He was clearly on the edge of orgasm. "You're supposed to be
