Elena - the Wall

"Duuurgh..." Elena awoke as she did more often than she was comfortable admitting: with a pounding headache and no recollection of where she was or how she ended up lying face-down on a wooden table.

This was a different hangover than usual, however. Her mind slowly whirred to life as she suddenly remembered the last thing that had occurred - she'd gone out drinking and met a handsome young man at the bar. She never got his number, but she wasn't going to forget those piercing blue eyes or the long, raven hair. The last thing she recalled was letting him buy her a Cape Codder and making a toast. That he'd toasted "Ave Imperator!" like some Roman-wannabe, or rather a character from her favourite show Distant Stars, had struck her as a little odd. Barring that, she hadn't thought more of it.

Great,

she thought as her expression crumpled into a scowl with the realisation.

I got roofied by cyborg Julius Caesar. Fucking amateur hour!

She attempted to stand up, only to realise she couldn't move. The gentle breeze across her exposed backside only now registered to her, as did a sharp stinging sensation in her right butt-cheek, as if something had been written onto her. She just about made out what it was from zeroing on the pain nerves.

Free use?

Elena looked behind her and discovered with no small amount of trepidation that she'd been sealed from the waist down into a brick wall.

"Hey, you," a male voice drew her attention forward before she could protest. "You're finally awake."

"Oh, hardy-har," Elena growled into the darkness. "Alright. You've had your little jape. Now get me out of this stupid wall!"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," the man enunciated before standing up from a chair and started to pace. "You see, your girlfriend told me everything I needed to know. About your favourite shows, and of course, your darkest fantasies."

"Fantasies?" As the date flashed up in Elena's cyber-optics as the 12th of July, her birthday, it all became clear to her.

Now this makes more sense.

"Alright, Judicator," she spat to the man before her, struggling with all her might to hide a grin of excitement as she got into character. "Do your worst! I am ready!"

"You'd like to think so, wouldn't you?" the Judicator chuckled. "Now, what was that the Abbess said in the shower-scene? Ah yes... Do you know how it feels to be used by a century's worth of sex-starved men? Well, very soon you'll get your answer."

"You don't scare me, Sidh!" Elena barked back to the Judicator, only to receive another laugh as he made his way through a door on the other side of the small room.

Behind his back, she bit her lip with arousal. She had indeed told Zina about this particular sex-fantasy she'd had, though to be fair she'd told her about quite a few. Then her eyes widened as she came to a sudden realisation.

Wait. How literal was that part about a hundred sex-starved men?

Unsure whether to be excited or terrified, Elena jumped a little when she felt a pair of huge hands grab her plump buttocks, pleasantly spreading her holes wide. Her face flushed cherry red when something hard began to press onto her exposed womanhood. Whatever was tantalising her so, it wasn't small by any measure.

Before she could as much as answer, her eyes widened as her first partner thrusted deep into her, her insides gripping down on him as her toes curled.

"FUCK, THAT'S BIG!" Elena shrieked as her birth canal swallowed the cock all the way inside. The head bumping gently against her cervix made her shiver with delight, her fingers gripping the table hard as he started to withdraw. Another heavy thrust forced a groan through her gritted teeth as he banged on the entrance to her womb again. It was a little painful, but for Elena, the pain only added to the pleasure. By the fourth thrust, she was almost instinctively backing against him, insofar as she could through the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she revelled.

A minute or so in, Elena jolted under a hard smack on her left ass-cheek as he slammed inside her. A thick, hot fluid started to pump into her, making her twitch as her tongue rolled out.

Ohhh God, fill me up...

A satisfied smile crossed her lips as she let the first load settle inside her, her partner pulling out and caressing her backside.

The next 99 guys have a high bar to clear. If they all screw me like that...

Something pushing against her anus broke her train of thought. Suddenly a sharp sting rippled up her spine, replaced immediately by intense pleasure as another manhood pounded into her rectum.

Fuuuuuck! He's even bigger than the first guy! Oh good God! I...

Elena's mind dulled for a moment as a tide of ecstasy rose within her after the eleventh thrust, cresting like a wave as she clenched hard around him. Her clit throbbed between a pair of fingertips as she trembled, squeezing her inner walls around him. This did nothing to slow down his thrusts. In fact, all it seemed to do was make him fuck her harder, her anal cavity almost sucking him in.

That was the first orgasm of seventy-seven over the next six hours it took Elena to get through the century's worth of men -- and a few women too, if the sensation of tongues and plastic inside her on a couple of occasions were any measure. Elena herself lay down on the table, saliva pooled under her mouth and sweat dripping onto the table as she panted. This mess was nothing compared to the litre and a half of semen pumped into her gaping holes and covering her buttocks, dribbling onto the floor at her feet and mixing together with a generous helping of juices squirted forth from some of her messier climaxes.

A text came through on Elena's headphone, appearing before her in holographic form. She just about had enough energy to lean up and parse the words the message contained. It was from Zina.

Happy birthday, Red Tigress! ;)

"I'm totally... getting you back... for theggh..." Elena mumbled incoherently before passing out, her head thudding onto the table.