Rain fell from the sky.
After tying up my long, orange hair, I flipped a hood over my head. Heels clicked smartly on the pavement. Confirming the location correct, I crossed the street. I cracked my neck and knuckles as I did.
These jobs were always messy.
The bar was located in an alleyway, where a bright, neon sign pointed a blinking arrow at a stairwell. Other than bags of trash, the path was devoid of life. Rats scurried in the nooks and crannies. They skittered like the insects inhabiting these areas.
Descending the steps, I noted graffiti on narrowing walls. A local gang signed the artwork, though calling the pictures art was a reach. It was obnoxious and crude. I passed on by, resolving myself under a flickering bulb that lit the entrance.
I entered the establishment.
Smoke clogged my nostrils. The scent had burrowed into the walls, absorbed over decades. I had a pack on me, myself. Hanging ceiling lights were dimmed low, and judging by the crumbling decor, it wasn't for style. The place was rundown due to neglect.
A mirror taking half a wall reflected the patrons. From winged demons to shady, hatted men in suits, the room was occupied to max capacity, yet their murmurs were quiet and private. The bar wasn't meant for good times.
The atmosphere took on a sinister hue and worsened as eyes fell upon me. Gooseflesh formed on my arms, though I powered through. I pulled the hood closer over my face.
To the side were wanted posters stapled to a bulletin board, shown like a point of pride, and I recognized faces inside this very place. I didn't care. They weren't him.
Stools were tucked under a bar counter on the opposite side, half of which occupied. Patrons took shots one after another. I took a seat at the far end and left a gulf between me and the rest.
I set my sword beside me and kept it within reach. Unfortunately, the Meido Bazooka wasn't exactly inconspicuous.
Swiveling on the stool, I tapped a nail on the counter, and as I waited for the barkeep, I traced a finger across the table. I scoffed.
Lewd pictures and obscenities marred the laminated wood, etched in either by knives or claws. From what I gathered, it matched the clientèle. Criminals were like that.
"What can I get you?" said a massive orc, slinging a towel over his shoulder.
He was tall, green, and thicker than a tree. His brows were brutish, and two of his bottom teeth protruded out of the mouth. He also seemed as dumb as a brick. Looking closer, a name tag was slapped onto his fat belly.
Kilron glanced at my breasts resting upon the table edge. They were too large to be elsewhere. He wasn't exactly professional as he stared, but I allowed it. Sex, liquor, and coin were the holy trinity in loosening lips.
"Give me a beer," I said.
"Which one?"
"Any of them. I don't care."
"Coming right up," Kilron said.
There wasn't a glimmer of intelligence behind those beady red eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if the filthy animal returned carrying iced water. They were dumb. Or not.
Technically, orcs were similar to humans in that hardheaded noggin on theirs, except I couldn't help but view them as lesser. Even demons turned their nose up.
It didn't matter. I was on the clock.
As I waited, I perked my ears. I listened in on patrons and their conversations. The distinct snap of people playing pool resounded.
Kidnapping, rape, murder, and jaywalking were Terumi's claim to fame. He was a high profile criminal. Yet he was low profile in that he was like a ghost. Catching a whisper of him was almost impossible. Luckily, I was persistent.
Lavish tales too good to be true were whispered, while crude words about women were commonplace. The latter was spoken loud and clear. They were directed at me.
I was aware of the sneaking glances and promptly disregarded them. I crossed my legs, touching my ankles together. Latex pants squeaked.
Kilron slammed a mug down, making a loud bang. I inwardly jumped. Foam in the drink went flying. Worse, liquid spilled onto my chest. Most of the outfit consisted of said latex and leather, but the key word was most.
What cloth there was turned translucent, and a hint of nipples appeared. As the beer seeped in, the pink nubs grew increasingly pronounced. Barbell piercings kept them erect. Without pause, I propped my breasts atop the counter. I proudly displayed the pair.
"Thanks," I said.
"Yeah, sure," Kilron said.
For my love of all things cute, I was used to acting a certain way. I donned a mask. And right now, I was the Kamimura Maika feared by demon scum. Hiding away was unacceptable.
I downed the mug in a single swig and slammed the glass down with equal force. After I wiped my lips, I let out a shout, demanding another. In the seedy underbelly of the city, a show of weakness was a death sentence.
A full mug arrived sooner than expected, and a richer, thicker aroma wafted. This order was not the cheap stuff. I wasn't complaining.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
"A customer paid for your drink. And the next after."
"Don't mind if I do."
I gulped it down, resisting the urge to burp. My tolerance was decent enough. Looking round, I noticed a human raising his own glass. I returned a purposefully ditzy nod and feigned ignorance.
"Dumbass," I said, mumbling.
Free alcohol was nice, but they weren't a ticket into my pants. I wasn't doing him.
I had another drink.
The night went on, and my investigation screeched to a halt. Once I listened to hours of nonsense, I accepted that this was a bust. I tuned out. The informant was full of shit, and his tip was bad. Terumi was unlikely to be here.
"Fuck!" I said, slurring. My foul mouth revved its engine. I swept my arm across the table, brushing countless empty mugs. "What a waste of time."
No one batted an eye as glasses toppled over the edge. They shattered into tens of dozens of shards. Moments later, a drink appeared before me, fresh and filled. They were getting fancier in price and appearance.
"Thanks!" I said.
"Sure," Kilron said.
"Sorry—sorry about the—sorry for the mess? I think. Yeah."
"Sure."
"Is Terumi here?" I asked, straight and to the point.
"No," he said.
"Fuck!"
Because the heat had ramped up since entering, I fanned myself with my jacket collar. The hood had since fallen away. My hair stood out like a flame in the dark. And as if I were enclosed by fire, I started to sweat. Admittedly, a member of the Fire Squad Unit getting hot wasn't a good look.
I readjusted the high cut thong. Having left an indent on my hips, I slipped a finger under the straps, airing them out. They snapped back when I let go. I grumbled.
Skintight latex was a bad choice. My pants clung to my legs, and upon closer inspection, an outline of a cameltoe was displayed.
With a snort, I opened my legs further. It wouldn't have been the first time I was called rough or crude. I accidentally spilled another helping of alcohol, and soaked in sweat and liquor, I was the definition of a hot mess.
My nipples chafed. They were particularly sensitive and were abnormally hard. I drank the concern away.
"Barkeep!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Spit flew. "Another!"
I blacked out.
A splitting headache thundered once I came to. I winced. Slowly stirring, I kneaded my throbbing temple. Or I tried to. I blinked when I couldn't.
"What the fuck?" I said woozily.
Rope strapped me down. My limbs had been tied to the four corners of a table, front and center in the bar. I struggled against the bindings, burning the skin on my wrists, yet the restraints wouldn't budge.
I was stuck.
I swore again.
Splotches of beer soaked what clothing I had on left. Most was tattered to shreds on the floor. Even if I considered the amount consumed, alcohol wasn't the culprit. I knew my limits.
To my dismay, I spotted the gleam of my sword. It'd been tossed into a corner like junk. The weapon was out of reach.
"What have you done?" I said.
Men surrounded me in a circle. Their bodies blotted much of the light's glare. Yet my eyes were sensitive, dilating, and I squinted. The bulbs burned my vision. Shadows of their cocks were well in sight, however.
"How stupid do you think we are?" a demon said.
"Pretty stupid?" I said.
"We know who you are, Kamimura Maika."
"It wasn't a secret."
"Maybe it should've been," he said.
Usually, these scumbags were every man for himself, but I assumed wrong. Bastards like them were willing to team up against a common enemy, and I was the prey caught in their web.
An orc positioned behind me. His manhood towered overhead, leaving a new shadow in its wake. This rod was the largest by far. My eyes crossed at the size, my face enveloped in the dark. The bottom of his shaft tapped my nose. I involuntarily sniffed.
He pinched my nipples and pulled, jerking me closer. It hurt. It hurt badly, in fact. But I held my tongue while dragged toward the table edge. The rope tautened, holding strong. I abruptly stopped as my wrists bruised.
As my head hung off the side, straining my neck upside down, I had a front row seat to a massive set of balls. The stench was overwhelmingly masculine, and it smelled of male seed.
"Hey there, big guy. I still have a tab to pay," I said.
"They paid for your drinks," Kilron said flatly.
"We can talk about this."
"I'll pass."
"I'm not here for you."
"But I'm here for you, cunt."
"You piece of shit," I said, snarling. "I'll rip your fucking head off!"
Kilron slapped his cock onto my face, stunning me silent. In contrast, the meaty rod smacked loudly. He rubbed his unwashed member across my lips as I called him every bad word under the sun. Once I ran out of curses, Kilron hit me again. He drew blood.
"You're dead!" I said.
"Don't worry about the tab." He garbled me in his balls. "Your big mouth's the payment."
And grabbing my tits, Kilron braced himself. His fat belly wobbled as I gulped. Then he rammed his cock right in.
I gagged.
He slid inside in a single thrust, and with my head craned, my throat aligned perfectly. Kilron groaned as I swallowed his cock deep.
"I heard Taimanin were tough," he said, "and they were right! You sluts can take a pounding."
Kilron slapped my fat tits, eliciting a pathetic yelp. The impact cowed me, and the cock in my mouth muffled the cries for help. Instead, I let out feeble groans, sucking his member against my will. But as he pumped his hips, it was less me sucking and more him fucking.
"Taimanin mouth-pussy ain't bad!" Kilron said. "You live up to your name."
He wrapped his hands around my throat, using my mouth like an onahole. The wet passage tightened for him. Kilron choked me, and his thrusts turned primal. His hairy sack rocked back and forth and smacked me in the face. They bumped me over and over again.
My eyes rolled as I relived the brutal nature of orcish breeding. It brought memories of Yomihara to the forefront, when I'd been enslaved by them. They were vicious beyond words.
I'd been a cocksleeve then and was turned into a cocksleeve now. I was on the verge of tears. They reduced me to a sex toy.
Meanwhile, I was at the others' mercy from the neck down. Rips echoed, and stretched until the seams tore, my naked body was bared for all. I writhed atop the table and groaned like a piece of meat.
The men rubbed their palms, lecherous cravings in their gazes, and finally digging in, they stepped forward.
The rape began.
"How about doing something useful with those big tits of yours?" someone said.
Two demons flapped their wings, floating above, and yanked my poor chest every which way, their heft and weight an easy target. Stretching them to their limits, they pulled them in opposite directions, forcing the pair to sag to the sides. It gave men left and right easy access.
Cocks jabbed my nipples, and precum blotched the pink, puffy areolae circling them. As they too smacked my tits, abusing their size, everyone enjoyed each and every wobble. My breasts bounced like the useless bags they were, my chest a plaything.
"Evening," a man said. "The name's Roy, by the way."
The speaker had bought my drinks, and he tugged at my heeled boots. He freed my feet. Sticking a long and slimy tongue out, he then licked a sole. My toes curled in disgust.
"You sure are groomed down here," Roy added. "Were you looking forward to a good time?"
Because rope forced my legs apart, my crotch opened wide. A tuft of fiery pubic hair was neatly shaped, as if shaved for a special person. Though Roy wasn't that person, he buried his face between my thighs.
I yelped as his tongue ran along my slit. I shook like a lamb among wolves.
"For all a Taimanin's strength," said one demon.
"They can't help but go weak against cock," finished another.
And as everyone else jerked themselves, fully disrobed, they waited for a turn. I was in for a long night. They'd barely begun.
Kilron bucked, leaning over the table. His cock expanded from lust, and the corded veins along his shaft violated the walls of my throat. He was almost finished.
"Thought I was stupid, didn't you." Kilron squeezed a tit, distorting its shape until boob squished between his fingers. "Who's stupid now?"
This fucking reproductive monkey, I thought. I'll cut your dick off!
"You were looking down on me," he continued, giving my breast a cruel twist. "Everyone looks down on Kilron. But who's looking down now? Kilron is."
With my throat plugged, I breathed through the nose. I nearly threw up as I inhaled a powerful musk. But his cock wouldn't allow it, and now bawling, tears blurred my sight. I blinked them away.
Then the bastard came.
Semen flooded my throat and filled my mouth in a thick and viscous cream. Orc jizz was particularly gross. The rank taste resembled the creature it originated from, and he fed me a seemingly endless serving.
I strained against the ropes while he deposited the load. I begged for a stop. Yet as Kilron emptied his balls, my resistance slowly ceased. He gave his hips a thrust, bottoming out, and I took it like a champion. I moaned.
"Orcs are a male-only species, you know. Ever wondered how we've survived?" He fucked my face. "Our semen's an aphrodisiac."
In a show of confidence, Kilron pulled out, creating a line of spit and cum as he did. I flinched. Bodily fluids soiled my face and tits. He hovered his cock in front of me, wagging his member just out of reach, and stroked its shaft. Then he smiled.
"Every woman is pussy," he said, "Taimanin cunts included."
My lips protruded lewdly as they reached for the meaty rod in desperation. My tongue slipped out, yet the added inches weren't enough, the distance too great. I sucked air like a cock-starved slut.
Kilron showed mercy, ejaculating onto my face.
I lapped up his seed like a dumb bitch.
"That's a good look," he said.
Cock parted my lips, and my cheeks hollowed as I suctioned its thick head. With Kilron's size, the mere tip cracked my jaw wide. My tongue explored every centimeter offered and licked at and under the folds. I wrung his balls dry, cleaning him of the smegma. It almost tasted good.
He pushed in a final time. But as I choked on cock, my body instead relaxed. I was sedated. At least, I was until a jolt below shocked me out of my stupor. I squealed like a pig, but in a bad way.
Roy nibbled a swollen clit between his teeth, and to hear the sweet sound of sobbing, Kilron stepped back. His cock sprung from my mouth, and I both wailed and flailed as I thrashed. Nothing was pleasurable about this. The sensation was too intense. Roy bit down again, and I cried out.
As my back arched, my whole body spasmed. I gritted my teeth while emotions surged. Pleasure, shame, anger, sorrow, and something in between—the range of them overloaded my brain. I was mortified. But because of the horror, I mustered strength and snapped the restraints.
Rope coiled in four piles.
Men pinned me, groping and fondling my body like animals. Their harassment was violent. One twisted a nipple and reigned me in with pain. I kicked at him. They were too engrossed molesting me, and I spotted a gap. I escaped. Grool trickled from my cunt as I rolled onto the ground.
I scrambled toward the bar corner, knees scraping against the rough floor. They laughed as I crawled on all fours like a bitch, knocking over chairs and ducking under tables. No one laughed once I grabbed my sword. The blade ignited in fire and flames.
"You're dead," I said, giving the mob the finger. "Come!"
I instantly lost.
Kilron's huge hand grasped my head in its entirety, raising me in the air, and the only one who came was me. Girl cum oozed out of my trembling cunt. Semen did, too. I'd been beaten and raped.
Gravity took command as my arms slacked listlessly at my sides. I dropped the weapon, which clattered onto the wooden floorboards, and it was cold to the touch, the flame snuffed. The sword glinted beside torn panties.
"What was that, Maika, demon slaying?" Roy frowned. "All you did was swing those cow tits around."
"You piece of shit," I said. "The Kamimura clan's Ninja Art is—"
"Shaking that fat ass?" Kilron asked. "If so, your combat style is truly impressive."
"Fuck you."
Roy drove a fist into my stomach, and my protests died in my throat. My crotch was glazed in a delectable frost, and my moans were even sweeter. My pussy ached.
"The Fire Squad Unit lives up to its name," Roy said. "It's getting hot in here."
I growled at him, though it petered out.
A winged demon cradled a mug within the crook of his arm. Taking flight, he doused the drink over my head, soaking me in cheap, lukewarm beer. Dunked in liquid, I looked as pathetic as it sounded. Bruises marred my tits and ass. I was slick and shiny.
The pins in my hair loosened from the liquor. Its full length cascaded and brushed my butt. Something hot also poked me back there.
Kilron fit his cock snugly between the crack. I tensed as his member prodded my ass. He pinched my cheeks, pursed my lips, and began to speak. He raised his pitch an octave and mimed me in a mocking tone.
"Look at me!" he said. "I'm Kamimura Maika, and I cum to demon cock. My secret female Ninja Art is getting dicks hard! Please rape me like the toilet I am. Thank you so much!"
He swatted my defenseless breasts. Then he released his grip, and I dropped like dead weight. As I fell onto my back, splashing the puddle, I landed spread eagle. I couldn't do much about it.
"Used to being on your back, huh?" Roy said. "You opened those legs right up."
With my mouth agape, they poured me another drink. I coughed. Kilron massaged my throat, forcing me to swallow, and the tingling in my cunt redoubled. I shuddered as my pussy contracted.
The drinks were drugged. All of them had been. I especially noticed the thicker, stronger consistency. I wanted to hurl. There was a building heat in the core of my stomach.
Eyes fluttering, I looked in the direction of the doorway. It was my only path to freedom. A man chuckled and, strolling across the bar, locked the exit. The pitter-patter of rain was subdued.
I was trapped.
"For the record," Roy said, "orc semen was mixed in, too. From the beginning, actually."
"What?" I said, stuttering.
"The drugs hadn't even taken effect when you happily downed the first."
"But I…" My voice trailed off. "I didn't—"
"You have a thing for orc cum?" he asked.
"Taimanin always do," Kilron said.
The crowd parted for another orc who'd patiently waited. He was large and bellied like Kilrog, and he had waited long enough. His massive cock twitched, semen spurting at the sight of me. He was rearing to go.
"If you enjoy our baby batter that much, we've more than enough." Kilron clapped his hands. "Gorog? Have at it."
This wasn't the first time I'd become an orc's broodmare, but I hoped it was the last.
Gorog stepped on my crotch, digging his heel in. I moaned. I let out a weak, involuntary squirt and expelled the stale cum in my cunt. My pussy made way for a new load. As he placed my legs over his shoulders, my feet dangled in the air. Gorog settled on top of me.
Orcs were built like tanks, and relegated as his bottom bitch, he rendered me immobile while his body suffocated my own. I wheezed. The brunt of his weight crushed me. I was in a prime position to be mated.
True to its name, Gorog pressed down upon me. He positioned for a mating press. The green bastard folded me as if I were a pretzel, sliding his length along my trembling slit, and whether good or bad, my pussy lubed his thick rod.
I dizzied, unable to process what was happening. Though my body prepared itself, my mind hadn't.
"Can't we talk about this?" I asked, stammering. "You look like a reasonable, intelligent individual."
"No talk," Gorog said. "We fuck."
He patted my cheek. But with the strength of an orc, his calloused hand felt like a slap in the face. I gasped as his girth impaled my cunt. Gorog then ravished me.
"Get off me!" I shouted. "Mouth-breathing bastard!"
"Pussy hot. Pussy wet. Pussy good."
"He's a little special," Kilron said.
I took the plowing with an agonizing groan. He was tearing me apart. But while the pain intensified, the smallest hint of pleasure surfaced, and with a mind of their own, my legs locked around his waist. My pussy clamped hard.
"Taimanin can close their legs," Kilron said, "once they get a taste of cock, at least."
Gorog drooled onto my tits, and while he bred me, his saliva sluiced across the mounds. My nipples were long erect, but now they fully bulged. They incited a primitive desire in him.
"You're hurting me," I said.
"Pussy tight," he said.
"Stop!"
He rubbed my breasts raw, squeezing them as if balloons. They warped like one. "Pussy tighter?"
That tight pussy responded in kind, pain a catalyst. The wet hole squelched loudly. Even among the din of hoots and hollers, the sound was heard by man and demon alike. The fervor reached a new high.
"I don't want to get pregnant!" I said. "Don't make me bear orc children!"
A sexual moan escaped my lips. The girlish, feminine voice was amplified by the jeers, and spurred by the sudden meekness, Gorog forced my ankles behind my head. He plunged in. His cock punched the entrance to my womb.
I started to cum.
Men watched as my cunt spasmed, spurting a milky white cream. When Gorog pushed in, precious girl cum shot out. It drove everyone wild. Cunt juice dribbled over my asshole in plain view for their pleasure. The untouched hole constricted from the warmth.
I completely lost it.
As I pounded his chest fruitlessly, Gorog pounded my pussy harder. I blanked and, cumming, accepted my fate. I'd lost to orc cock.
"It's my turn, buddy," said a man.
Gorog slammed his face into the ground, breaking the floorboards. Wood splintered. With a grunt, he resumed fucking my poor cunt. "Pussy mine."
"Gorog, please," Kilron said, "we're respectable gentlemen. We share."
"Pussy ours?"
"Pussy ours."
Scratching his bald head, Gorog pouted. Before withdrawing, however, he penetrated my pussy one final time, depositing a massive load. My belly inflated due to the semen. I looked pregnant.
This was my future if they continued like so.
Too out of it to scream, Gorog pulled out, and his cum spilled out in turn. Out, out, out. I wanted out. Speeding things up, he stomped on my stomach, deflating it like my hopes for an out. Semen spewed from the blow, and I showed them my obscene, female orgasm. I moaned weakly.
Losing consciousness would've been a gift.
Though I was left in a wet and crumpled heap, there was no rest for me. With the gang here, the group took turns and gangraped me. I was yanked back and forth, left and right.
As I throated cock, I got a face full of bush as the flat of my nose pressed against the man. I was sloppy seconds and thirds and fourths yet was ravaged nonetheless.
Taimanin pussy was worth the price.
They pulled my hair. They contorted my tits. They plugged my throat. They spanked my ass. They fucked my nipples. They fisted my cunt. They did anything and everything and dominated my very being, humping away like beasts.
I looked up on my hands and knees, and as they filled my mouth in their off-white cum, I did the unthinkable; I licked my lips. The taste of semen was almost good, and I started to pant. I fingered my snatch. I masturbated.
A demon slapped his cock in front of me. The rod's length covered my eyes like a censor. Pushing my face closer to his member, he demanded I smile, and something inside me broke.
I was forced to hug his leg, and in close proximity, my cheek nuzzled his cock on accident. The man grabbed my wrist and raised it high. He posed me with a peace sign, and the two fingers showed sticky strings webbed between.
"Say cheese!" he said.
A camera flashed to forever commemorate the moment I succumbed to demon cock. I gave his rod a little kiss, highlighting it in lipstick, and another snapshot memorialized the scene. The orange hair made it obvious who they'd conquered.
"Cock is all you'll be kissing hereon in," said a demon.
He pushed my tits together, and I tapped my elbows together and helped him. He shoved his rod between the soft mounds. My chest engulfed him as he fucked my cleavage. I giggled stupidly.
The demon began thrusting his hips, and the precum leaking seemed oddly yummy. When the head of his cock touched my mouth, I suckled lewdly. He had trouble deciding between tits and my lips. He instead opted for the close third called my cunt.
"Tag out," Kilron said, ready for another helping of pussy. But as they continued raping me, mounting my ass from behind, Kilron kicked the previous demon in the ribs. "I said tag out!"
There was a crack, and the creature flew into the wall. Brick and stone crumbled as the billboard nearby exploded into pieces. Kilron's cock was about to explode, too. Wanted posters scattered about.
"It's time," he said.
As I was bent over, Kilron lifted me from behind. The orc's arms scooped behind my knees, wrapping upward, and his hands clasped the nape of my neck. He spread me for the world. My legs again dangled helplessly in the air, cramping my toes.
"Taimanin sure are flexible," Kilron said, chortling. "You've trained hard."
"What are you doing?" I asked, in and out of consciousness.
"What do humans call this again? The Full Nelson?"
My own tits smothered me as he strained my neck. His cock teased my ass, and the still-tight hole contracted, pinching shut. I gasped.
"Wait," I said, "hold on. You can't. Not there!"
"Why not?"
"I'm not ready. You can't just—"
He split my ass wide, and I howled.
"What's wrong, Maika? You were moaning seconds ago."
"It hurts!"
"You'll feel great soon."
He slammed my body onto his dick, and I momentarily blanked. He hadn't even fully breached me until now. But I knew when Kilron did. His dick bulged from my stomach, too big for any woman, human or demon, to handle. His cock tore my ass in a single thrust.
"Take it out!" I pleaded. "Take it out, take it out, take it out!"
"You've a real cute moan. You're like a kitten."
"Stop! Please!"
"Your ass tightened just now. Are you that easy to please, cutie?"
"I'm not cute!"
Kilron pumped his hips, and my anal passage clenched hard. I let out an unintended mewl and flushed hotly. My big tits jiggled up and down. They swung in circles as he fucked me in the ass. Despite the pain, it felt good. I hated it.
"Kill me!" I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"We'd found an adorable keychain of yours earlier," Roy said, munching peanuts at the bar. He twirled the tiny cat figurine around his finger. "How fashionable, though you never struck me as an animal lover."
"Railed like a bitch but mewls like a kitten," Kilron said. "Taimanin are full of surprises."
"Kill me," I repeated. It was barely a whisper. But as I begged for an end, the thought of semen took control, and in an ironic twist, I drooled uncontrollably. Saliva dribbled down my chin, and I moaned like a slut.
Then I felt it.
My body had resisted the urge since the start, but I reached my limit. And as Kilron's cock bulged further, I couldn't hold it any longer.
Hot piss arced in a wild stream.
The splatters were deafeningly loud as it splashed onto the floor. My broken moans morphed into horrific groans. The puddle steamed.
After an untold number of drinks, the alcohol had taken its toll. My bladder finally gave up. I publicly urinated in front of everyone, and Kilron's cock churning my insides was the final nail in the coffin.
A flood of relief surged with the pee, yet shame and embarrassment filled the void thereafter. As the stream slowly died, transforming into a leaky mess, my pussy quivered. Piss dribbled down my ass and onto the floor and turned cold.
"Don't look at me!" I said.
Kilron rammed my ass, and I let out another pathetic squirt. My pussy revealed everything, showing them exactly what I was trying to hide. But it made sense. I was just pussy to demonkind.
"Please!" I said.
"Is this the face of someone wanting a stop?"
Kilron posed me in front of the mirror, his cock plugging every inch of my ass. He was balls deep inside me. He and the bar patrons guffawed.
"Don't look at me!" I said again.
But I ended up looking myself.
Before me was a slut with pink and puckered lips. Her eyes were faded and glazed over, and she salivated. She was drunk, but on cock. A pussy dripping in cum twitched without constraint.
My mask cracked. The tough exterior I'd carefully crafted had been destroyed by dick, revealing the woman underneath.
I showed them the face of a female.
I showed them the face of a bitch.
"I'm sorry!" I said, trying but failing to cover my lewd expression. "Please forgive me!"
I wasn't sure who I told that to. No, I lied. I was apologizing to myself for being a degenerate whore.
Kilron bucked, giving me another taste of orc cock. Flesh clapped flesh. And still held and restrained, I was unable to hide. I saw myself in the mirror.
My cunt sprayed, enjoying the raw feel of cock in my ass. He enjoyed his cock in my ass, too, and I rewarded him by dirtying the mirror in pussy juice. Fluids drenched my groin.
Furthermore, as Kilron carried me, dick still shoved up my asshole, he presented my defeated pussy to everyone in the bar. The massive orc was slow and deliberate. He enacted an unimaginable humiliation upon me.
Cock throbbing, Kilron delivered his load. He filled my ass with hot cum, the amount so great that it erupted. Semen squeezed through the gaps in my ass and slopped onto the floor.
I frothed at the mouth.
My mind broke.
"Taimanin bitches aren't so scary, after all," Kilron said. "You're at your cutest with a good cock in you."
He pulled out, if only to degrade me further.
The hole was gaped beyond recovery.
My ass gurgled as whatever remained gushed, tapering only after infinitely long seconds. The final few spurts of cum spluttered like disgraceful farts, and my asshole refused to close up and tighten, molded exclusively for orcs. Their manhood required it.
Like clockwork, I wet myself once more.
"Looks like someone needs to go to the restroom, but ladies always have such a wait." Kilron hemmed and hawed. "How about the men's room? You mentioned you wanted to get raped like the toilet you were."
"You said that," I said, whimpering. But I couldn't refute him. I was broken.
His cock held me upright as he kicked a door. The stink of shit and piss permeated misery. Kilron brought me in, passed the stalls, and flipped me over. Then he dumped me into the dirtiest of urinals.
As my body slumped, men held me by the limbs. Zip ties secured me to the filthy fixture. With my neck angled sharply, my head lay by the drain. I tried not to think about it. I was disgusted enough.
When Gorog reappeared, he instilled an untold fear in me. Rather than a warrior, he made me feel like a woman. A screeching echoed as he dragged my sword behind. The blade scraped the tiles.
Gorog grinned. Then he snapped the weapon in half. It was that easy.
"Pussy good," he said. "Ass better. Kilron smart."
And taking the broken handle, Gorog jammed the hilt into my ass. He drove it in and out, coating the grip with the semen inside, and gave it a hearty, final whack. He ensured the handle penetrated the depths of my asshole.
I bit down. Hard. Yet still I shrieked. My voice cracked, throat damaged from cock and crying. I shivered from the sexual abuse. However, the suffering hadn't ended.
Man and demon alike raped me, and no training had prepared me for this. They happily taught me their secret techniques. It was the way of the cumdumpster. I was a natural, they said, and having hunted their kind, it was understandable. A female Taimanin could only offer herself as reparations.
Maybe? I didn't know. I couldn't think straight. But they fucked me like I had surrendered. They tallied the cumshots I took from them, marking my ass in ink. They spat on my face. And soon, after a long, long night, the men used me as their personal toilet. Literally.
I squeezed my eyes shut as they showered me in urine. Wherever they aimed, all was fair game. Piss sprinkled into my mouth while I cried out.
"I'm sorry!" I said. "Please forgive me!"
Essentially chained to the urinal, I was at their mercy, and I was shown none. The men took turns fucking me. I was a popular exhibit. Except I began to repulse them with how used up I looked. They held back, neither cumming in me nor on me. I sighed in relief.
Roy then set empty mugs onto the floor, and they circled round. Kilron and Gorog blew pungent loads into the containers first, and the pair filled two on their own. Following the orcs were the rest of the men. Dozens of glasses overflowed with semen.
Gorog shoved his mug toward me, jostling its content. I shirked as semen spattered my face. The stench was foul, and dark, stray pubes floated to the top.
I almost vomited.
"Drink! Drink!" Gorog said, and poured the vile concoction into my mouth.
My eyes widened as I gulped his seed.
The thought disgusted me, yet the taste amazed. The contrast devastated me from the inside out. Because I was flipped, swallowing was difficult. Semen went up my nose and bubbled as I breathed. I tried my best. Their cum was caught in my throat.
Mug after mug wore me down, and though I held onto the slightest sliver of sanity, I wondered if any was truly left. I divorced from reality and operated on instinct. My first instinct was decidedly female.
I submitted to the might of cock.
Drinking cum was easy from thereon out.
"Showed pussy, good," Gorog said. "Show mouth."
In a haze, I opened wide. His wish was my command. My breath stank of cum, yet no cum was in sight. Pubes stuck between my teeth proved what I'd done.
"Showed mouth." He turned and padded toward the door. "Gorog satisfied."
And one by one, the men began to leave. I was saved. For now. I was a captive, a slave to their whims. They left for another day.
Lights clicked off and shrouded me in darkness.
My brutalized pussy trembled for the future.
After a haunting hour or two, a small flicker caught my sight. Flames were brightest in the black of night. This particular flame emerged from a lighter. The smell of tobacco rolled.
"Excellent brand," a voice said. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing your pack. You've good taste."
Thanks to the cigarette, Terumi's face lit up. The man had narrow eyes and shark-like teeth. He took a prolonged drag and, crouching beside me, looked down on me. He pitied me.
The sword hilt was crooked due to my loose ass. I gasped as Terumi yanked it out. I shook from the sudden emptiness there. He flung it over his shoulder, hit a switch, and turned the lights on. The brightness blinded me.
"You've seen better days, Maika." He pinched his nostrils and waved a hand in front of his face. "Much better days."
"Terumi," I said weakly.
"I heard you were searching for me."
Pubes had glued to my face as cum dried. I hacked and coughed when he blew smoke in my face. Dressed to the nines, he was in pristine condition. We were opposites, and I was on the losing side.
My vibrant hair had dulled. My ass and pussy had reddened from abuse. Every hole was battered. Cock alone destroyed me.
"Why'd they send you of all people?" he asked. "Am I being underestimated?"
"You're dead."
"What's that?"
"You're dead!" The zip ties secured me well. I was kept in check as I snarled. "When I get out, you're fucking dead!"
"I don't know about that," Terumi said.
He slapped me on the pussy, and I squeaked like a girl. He slapped it twice, and I moaned as if I were a whore. He slapped the vulnerable hole thrice, and I squirted, splashing my own face. But it wasn't like anything. It was just me made a pathetic cunt.
"You reek," Terumi said.
"Please," I said, groaning.
"Please what? You sounded so confident before!" Terumi plucked a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped my face. "What happened?"
Terumi continued cleaning me. His touch was sexual in nature, however, and he copped feels here and there. He wet my pussy in grool. After inhaling from the cigarette one last time, Terumi snuffed the flame out. He littered like the piece of trash he was.
"You know what you need?" he said, rifling through pockets. He clasped a small case in his hand. "A good pick-me-up."
Trashing the cloth in a bin, Terumi handled his new tool using the utmost care. What he held was a thin and translucent syringe. He gave it a test drive, and an unknown liquid spurted from the needle. Terumi grinned a gummy grin. His eyes gleamed a demonic red.
"Hold on," I said. "I'm sorry, alright?"
"Are you?"
"We can talk about this."
"I don't think so," he said.
"Wait!"
And using the syringe, Terumi jabbed the needle directly into my nipple. He injected the drug. "This is an undiluted dose, by the way. It's the same stuff you were taking earlier."
"No!"
"I've been told its strength is a hundredfold." He emptied the vial. "How is it?"
I came in an instant.
My pussy shuddered, expelling viscous white cream without prompting. Terumi hadn't touched me, yet I started cumming for no rhyme or reason. The convulsions continued. I screamed in ecstasy.
"I don't want to cum, I don't want to cum, I don't want to cum!" I said.
Yet as I voiced my denial, there was no denying it. I was forced to cum and, in overdrive, came over and over again. Waves of feel-good chemicals rushed to my head, and I nearly passed out. Girl cum flowed freely.
Pleasure through pain was an unimaginable betrayal.
"I don't want to cum, I don't want to cum, I don't want to cum!" I wailed. "Azuma? Asagi? Anyone? Please help me!"
As my whole body spasmed, my nipples enlarged to the point of ridicule. Every part of me, from my clit to my lips, induced lust. The arousal I experienced was so intensely erotic that it affected Terumi like pheromones.
His cock rose to the occasion.
"Two wonderful holes, both amazingly pathetic. But which to choose?" Terumi hummed a tune. "I suppose it has to be pussy. Pussy is what makes a woman."
The unmistakable stench of bitch wafted.
Though disgusted at my current state, he couldn't leave me be when my body was free use. I was a gift with a cherry on top. I was wrapped like a beautifully bleak present.
"How's this?" he asked, thumping his cock against the wet and waiting fuckhole.
I came. Again.
"Make it stop!" I yelled. My cries were music to his ears, and they crescendoed into another powerful climax. "Kotaro! Tetsushi? Please!"
In here, I wasn't a Taimanin; I was a meat toilet.
Terumi slid his member along my slit and teased the folds. He rubbed the shaft across my crotch, smearing his rod in fresh, female cream. He poked my entrance with his rod.
Terumi then made me a woman.
I started begging, but I begged for cock.
"Don't stop!" I screamed.
"What's that?"
"Don't you fucking dare stop!"
"Gladly," Terumi said.
He plunged into my cunt. I squealed, cumming harder than I ever came before. The stimulation was hellish.
The sheer pleasure was like a sickness, and that sickness couldn't be fixed without the cure. My mind was breaking, and in a cruel twist of fate, I pleaded for cock to maintain sanity. I'd go crazy without it.
"You were always a bitch, you know that?" he said.
"I'm sorry! I'm a bitch, please rape me harder!"
"You like cock that much, huh?"
"I love, love, love cock!"
"Always pretending to be one of the boys, but you're still a girl in the end."
"Please don't stop. Fuck me! I'll die without your cock."
"Oh, Maika. You're making me blush."
I started to cum once again, spewing the girl cum I refused to claim as my own. But my twitching pussy was evidence enough. I was a slut for demon cock.
Terumi groaned, squeezing my ass until his nails dug in. Scratch marks lightly bled the skin, one such scratch adding another tally to my total body count. There were too many to mention.
"Here," he said. "Take your medicine!"
Then he shot his load, filling my cunt in semen. His cum mixed alongside mine and flooded me in a heat only men provided. My eyes rolled back as I started cumming with him.
I babbled incomprehensibly, my words garbled through the countless moans and groans. My whole body was on fire. Terumi's cock continued to pulse inside me, and like a curse, I continued to cum in turn.
After he finally finished, Terumi pulled out. His cock let out a pop as my cunt sucked at the head in greed. The battered hole instead squirted sadly, and I likewise wept at the absurdity. I sniffled, drenching my face once more in my own pussy juice.
"Truly pitiful," Terumi said.
"Please fuck me," I said weakly. "Please?"
He flushed the urinal, washing me in what was probably the cleanest fluids yet. I groaned as the cool, cold water rinsed my body.
"Maybe next time, if the orcs don't drag you to their den." He slid a business card between my pussy folds. "Find me if you're up for it. But that's how you got into this mess."
Terumi turned the door handle, looking back at me. He glanced at the light switch and decided to leave it on. He enjoyed the grief on my face as I saw how far I had fallen.
Like I'd said, these jobs were always messy.
***
On a high-rise opposite the penthouse, I spied a large gathering. The scene was like a fever dream.
Men and women enjoyed a lavish party. Drinks in hand, they laughed and danced, fueled by a preternatural power. They downed glass after glass and shot after shot and showed zero signs of slowing.
I set up camp and prepared for the long haul. I observed the crowd. When hours of the night came and went, the patrons were no less primed. Demons and humans were tireless in their revelry.
"Bingo," I said, lowering binoculars.
Delirious merrymaking was Terumi's trademark. He was a drug lord, after all, and an influential one. A trail was bound to appear, and I suspected he resided there.
Following bread crumbs paid off.
Having confirmed his location, I stood a tad too quickly, and a headache thundered. I stumbled. Tripping over my feet, I supported myself on an HVAC system. I wiped my forehead of sweat.
"Not again," I said.
My hands trembled as I failed to still them. Worse, a heat built within me, and I barely contained the effects. I was trapped in a losing battle.
The attacks were increasingly frequent.
I had to hurry.
Cars were specks as I observed the vehicles from the rooftop. Headlights blurred due to a rolling fog, and their horns blared in the urban jungle. The wind picked up and howled.
As I restrained unruly orange hair, Terumi's business card flitted from my grasp. Because the card outlived its use, I wasn't fussed when it disappeared. I knew what I had to do.
By night's end, Terumi's life was forfeit.
Once I descended the building, I made my way onto the sidewalk. The click and clack of heels drowned out honks. I was smack in the heart of the city and hot on Terumi's own heels.
But the nightlife was alive and not well. Eyes on passersby deadened, courtesy of Terumi, and they yearned for another hit of his product. The people were empty shells, and I was close to that same state.
Nonetheless, citizens dressed to impress, and I followed suit. To infiltrate the party, I had to.
I rocked a little black dress, sleeveless and cut for cleavage. Tits strained their cups, threatening to spill, and the skirt rode up, baring a hint of cheeks. Options were limited in a city of sin.
The events leading to this point raised suspicions. The trail lacked in setbacks and was too good to be true. Terumi wanted me to find him.
After orcs had dragged me to their den, I served as their bitch. Again. Though temporary, the breeding seemed to last forever, the bar child's play in comparison. Through blood and tears, I clawed my way out, but I attributed it mostly to the blood.
The sole thought keeping me going was revenge.
Terumi would regret making me his enemy.
With a huff, I paused in front of the building I'd scouted. The top floor was dozens of stories high. This was a one-way ticket, and if I failed, the outcome was death or worse.
While the party was real, it was a front. Truly dirty dealings were deeper inside. Other than Terumi, I'd scouted additional targets beforehand, and they were noteworthy.
He schemed alongside two criminal masterminds. Whether through sex, drugs, or violence, each reigned over a portion of the city, and they ruled like lords among peasants. Their presence all but guaranteed the man himself.
Terumi led me to the biggest score imaginable.
The opportunity was priceless.
Since I wasn't invited to the fun, I wasn't exactly on the guest list, and due to the VIPs attending, I estimated triple the security. The odds looked grim.
Fighting my way to him was suicidal, yet rushing in guns blazing was my specialty. Walking through the front door was equally stupid, but what choice was there?
With the Meido Bazooka out of the question, I reached for what was empty space at my hip. I missed my sword. But excuses be damned, I couldn't delay longer.
I entered the building.
Opulent portraits decorated the walls, each encased by plexiglass. They were painted by artists with indulgent names, their signatures illegible. Nearby, massive sculptures towered up the domed ceiling and were worth more than a life.
Guests chatted amongst themselves on the ground floor. They commented on art and barely acknowledged my existence while padding along carpeted floors.
Perhaps I was wrong about security, and it was only guests in attendance. The lack of hired muscle was telling. Terumi exuded confidence in his territory, and I willingly took the bait.
He wasn't the only person sure of themselves.
I smoothed my hair, tied it in a sensual bun, and walked into an elevator. I tapped a button for the top floor and ascended. A window overlooked the city inside, and pretty lights blinked in the night. Music played during the ride.
"We'll see who comes out unscathed," I said.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.
Metal blasted. The raucous beat vibrated walls and floors. Demons danced in tandem, banging their heads, and they lived a high out of their minds.
The rich were the wildest.
Plugging my ears, I sifted past sweaty bodies. I squeezed between gaps packed tightly together. Hands groped my tits and ass, copping feels, and I shooed the men away. If I weren't preoccupied, I'd have responded worse.
Waiters carried silver trays, offering food and drinks. I snatched a glass of red wine, though I wasn't drinking a thing from Terumi. It was to blend in. Except with no sign of the man, I wandered in search of him. The crowd made it difficult.
Luckily, a woman stepped out of the pool, water dripping from her skin. She adjusted her bikini, flashed a seductive smile, and attracted orbiters. Thanks to her, annoyances dispersed, and I continued with ease.
Another attack then enveloped me. I hunched over and clamped my legs together. A shine coated my inner thighs, and my nipples grew visibly erect, poking through the dress. I swore under my breath.
"Hey." A man sidled behind, boxing me between his arms. His cock slid under my skirt and prodded my ass. "Care for a drink?"
"I have one."
"Another?"
I elbowed him in the ribs, and he curled up into a ball. I escaped the herd.
In a quiet hall free of people, I started to pant. I wiped my mouth of drool, seeking prying eyes. Then I slipped my panties aside and fingered my cunt. I moaned as I masturbated.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I said. "Why can't I cum? I haven't since…!"
Frustrated, I punched a hole in the wall, rattling the pottery propped nearby. I sank to the floor and groaned. Because my panties were soaked, I promptly discarded them. An upskirt of wet pussy reflected in the hallway mirror.
"I have to kill him," I said, grool seeping. I glowered at my own visage. "I have to."
Once I recovered as best I could, I powered on, poking my head around the bend.
A guard did his duty and, like his namesake, kept guard over a set of doors. He wore sunglasses indoors. To my surprise, he noticed me the second I popped into sight. The slightest tilt of his head betrayed him.
Retreating from view, I splashed wine across my chest and, tipsy, staggered out. I dropped the glass as I neared, my drink sluicing in cleavage. I acted like a klutz, but my erotic body made me look like a stupid bimbo.
The goon blocked my path. A wide stance brandished his biceps and triceps like guns, and he wasn't afraid to use them. A clipboard was tucked between his arm and barreled torso.
"Wrong way, lady."
"I'm sorry, I'm lost."
"Restroom?"
"Can you help me?"
With a giggle, I tucked an arm under my breasts, bringing attention to their size. He opted not to search me, but since I was basically exposed, what was the point? I couldn't hide a thing in a skintight outfit.
His nostrils flared as he cleared his throat. He glanced at my tits. And flying too close to the sun, he was blinded. "I—"
I thrust my palm up and struck the man's chin. His jaw snapped, and he dropped. Sunglasses broke as they careened.
"I'm not sorry," I said.
A page of the clipboard unfurled, the wooden back cracked from the fall. On it showed a guest list, and my name topped those invited.
"Alright," I said, stepping over the body. "I'm somewhat sorry."
Terumi was a troll; I had an invitation this whole time.
Regardless, I turned the doorknob but found it locked. The brass melted from the heat of my touch. Hearing voices, I crouched low, sneaking across another hall. Light bled through a door cracked ajar. I peeked inside.
The conference room was large, with an oval table stationed in the center, and a whiteboard to the side. A trio of figures conversed.
First was an ogre gray in color and glowing yellow eyes. He was shockingly restrained for his kind, but due to the tensing of his muscles, he was a trigger from exploding. They were violent creatures.
One woman sat opposite of him. Elbows on the table, she crossed long legs, settling her chin atop a dainty palm. Cute wings graced her back. She twirled a lock of hair around a finger and stared at the clock, counting the ticks. Her heart-shaped tail lashed back and forth.
Last was Terumi. He was on the far side of the room and leaned into his chair. He had a professional air in a tailored suit. Sharp teeth flashed while he addressed the visitors.
The second I spotted Terumi, I saw blood. I didn't care to listen in. Wood splintered as I kicked the door, and bursting forth, I rushed in.
Old habits died hard.
"Terumi!" I shouted.
"Oh?"
"You're dead."
I leaped onto the table and beelined toward him. Stacks of paper fluttered as I dashed. I dove halfway, knocking Terumi off his chair. A hint of a smile curled his lips.
As we skidded across the floor, I straddled Terumi, grabbing his shirt. I lifted him only to slam his head down. The mobile whiteboard tipped over from the bang.
"Missed me?" I asked.
"I did."
"You don't seem to understand your situation."
"No, I do."
"Good," I said. "Now die."
My hands burned, ready to cook him alive. Except that cursed heat building within me flared once again. The timing couldn't be worse. I flushed hot in inappropriate ways.
In spite of that, I wound my arm and struck. What crumbled was the floor beside him. I trembled as I stared at him.
"What've you done to me?" I asked, snarling.
"Reminded of what you've missed?"
A bulge enlarged where I sat, growing larger. He was getting hard. And following his sightlines, he admired my chest.
Nipples strained against the dress, engorged to the point of pain. The nubs were fat and firm and full. I gasped as they twitched.
"What've you done?" I shouted.
"You dosed yourself, doll."
With my breasts stained in wine, a tingle zipped along my spine. Before I knew it, I locked my lips to his, gyrating my hips. I rubbed pussy against his crotch. But realizing what I'd done, I separated as quickly, a line of spit yet connecting us.
A shadow loomed over us.
The ogre grabbed my wrists, lifting me into the air. He held my arms using a single mitt of a hand. He grinned and toyed with my body.
"Let go!" I said, squirming. Due to the skirt rolling, my ass and cunt were exposed. With my tits spilling from my dress as well, I flailed helplessly. I thrashed and kicked. "Let me go!"
He smacked the titties begging for abuse, and abused me he did. The ogre molested me. I begged for a stop, but a swift fist to my stomach silenced me in quick succession. Weakened from drugs, I gave in quicker.
"Ozen, please," Terumi said. "No need for violence."
Ozen grunted, sniffing my armpits. He licked the sweat that perspired, tickling spots rarely seen or touched. "The sweet scent of fear. The arousal human females experience from terror never gets old."
As if proving him right, something warm and yellow dribbled down my legs. I whimpered as piss leaked in front of an audience.
Ozen guffawed. Lifting me higher, he raised me like the spoils of war, and I let out another frightful squirt. It sloshed the floor. For the sake of cruelty, he jammed meaty fingers up my cunt, vying to humiliate me further, and going under, he ran his tongue along my slit. Ozen lapped what he wrung.
"Product maintains effectiveness over weeks," Terumi mumbled, jotting notes. "Thoughts, Leyna?"
"Your drugs are impressive," the succubus said, yawning, "but pussy commands greater strength. And it's easier."
"You don't say?"
"Not that I'm easy." Leyna flipped her hair, flaunting a birthday suit. "I put out for handsome men only."
Because my head swam, their conversation was muddled. I lost track. Sooner than later, Terumi waved a hand in front of my face. He snapped his fingers.
"You're like a junkie," he said. "Fortunately for you, I have the fix."
A suited man appeared like a ghost, holding a briefcase. He presented the contents to Terumi and dissipated. Where he went wasn't important.
Ozen dumped me onto the floor, and my legs splayed as I groaned. I rolled over. The ogre half-sat, half-stood at the edge of the table and allowed Terumi his showcase. I wasn't as excited.
Since I was kneeling, the inside of the case was a question mark. My sixth sense warned me of trouble, and I was right.
"Catch," Terumi said, tossing an object underhanded.
I did not catch it.
A sex toy flopped onto the ground, and after bouncing, the dildo tagged my knee. The shaft was thick and long, and its length encompassed my arm and then some. Most significantly, it appeared to be a massive horse cock.
"Have at it," Terumi said.
"What?"
"Has your brain rotted that badly? Take that, and maybe I'll provide you the cure."
Drugs brought the highest highs and lowest lows, and like most, I'd attained a high that couldn't be met naturally. Having tried everything, I've yet to cum since. When my own touch wasn't enough, what was?
"Go on," he said.
If I played along, another chance to assassinate Terumi would arise. Ozen and Leyna were wild cards, but it wasn't over until it was. I calmed myself, focused, and decided.
My pussy twinged nonetheless, and I almost masturbated on the spot. I hated to admit it, but I wanted to cum. I needed to.
Against my better judgment, I picked up the horse cock, gawking at the weight. It required two hands. And with all eyes on me, I wrapped my lips around the tip. My cheeks hollowed as I started sucking.
"Oh my," Leyna said, fanning herself. "She's doing it."
"She isn't done yet," Terumi said.
"She'd be a star in one of my clubs."
"Get your own, slut."
"Rude," Leyna said.
One hand stroked the makeshift rod, while the other held onto the base. Opening wide, I realized how insurmountable the wall was. My jaw nearly dislocated.
Even if Terumi prescribed an impossible task, Taimanin trained to survive. Steeling myself, I bobbed my head, letting out nasty slurps fit for a nasty woman.
Lewd slurps echoed, but there was no helping that. The size was literally inhuman. The thought of dick overrode hesitance, and to be honest, I wasn't thinking whatsoever.
As the dildo began to vanish, a weird sense of pride filled me. I gulped its length, and the girth plugged me whole. Breathing was laborious.
"I'm almost impressed," Terumi said, clapping. "But almost isn't enough."
I went further. But I soon reached my limit and gagged. Once I pulled out, lipstick stained the horse cock halfway. My best was pathetic and wasn't at all close.
Disappointment wrinkled Terumi's expression. He was a powerful man, and countless women no doubt pushed the envelope to please him. Compared to them, I was lackluster.
Without prompting, I took in the dildo once more, slobbering its length. My lips suctioned hard and formed a vacuum. I licked and sucked and swallowed, raising my chin for a scant few inches extra. I forced horse cock down my throat.
It penetrated beyond what I was capable of, but there was only so much physically possible. I tried and inevitably failed. After the dozenth attempt, I gasped for air.
The horse cock rolled on the floor, slick in saliva, and I remained nowhere near the finish line. The outlook seemed hopeless, but I hadn't given up. I retrieved the sex toy and repeated the futile process.
Sheer despair piqued their interest, garnering whispers. I reeked of desperation, having devolved into a shameful slut. I craved cock, and that was what made me perfect.
Demonkind wished for another cocksucker. At this point, their wish was granted. I was a Taimanin, not a whore, but I was going insane. Terumi had put me in my place.
For the last time, I positioned the dildo flat on the ground. Kneeling before it, the full length stood tall, matching my current height. I prayed for success, as if worshiping horse cock. I kissed the tip.
Then the earth quaked, and Ozen stomped forward. His tusks were wet in saliva. He grabbed the back of my head, the palm encompassing my skull, and grumbled. "I tire of this charade."
The dildo rammed my throat as he slammed my face down, and the brutality of it demolished the floor. Cracks lined the ground. But the move succeeded. Horse cock penetrated my throat until it reached the depths of my stomach.
My ass waved frantically in the air as I writhed. My nose bled, and my pussy twitched uncontrollably. I let out a whine in protest. Even so, I was stronger than this. I was built to withstand worse than manhandling.
"See?" Ozen said. "You can do it."
Once he eased up, I extracted the rod inch by inch. I hacked and coughed and lobbed the dildo aside. I choked up.
With no reprieve, Ozen tore my dress off, rending fabric with a resounding rip. And stripped of dignity, he left me naked and afraid. My clothes existed for the fun of removal.
I wasn't human to them; I was an animal.
"You've got to show dogs how lowly they are," he said.
"You proved your point," Leyna said.
"She didn't cum."
"Because you brutes don't know how to treat a lady."
"Watch me," Ozen said.
He raised a hand, the shadow blotting ceiling lights. Then he brought it down. The vicious slap reverberated loudly, yet I squealed louder. Ozen smacked my ass with his full strength.
An imprint of his hand marred my butt, bright red from the blow. I groaned yet moaned, but it wasn't on purpose. After weeks of getting raped by orcs, my body had turned pain to pleasure for survival's sake.
"S-stop," I said, stuttering.
Ozen didn't.
He slapped me once more, and the aftershocks jiggled my ass, as if asking for a beating. Ozen obliged. True to his basis of rule, he inflicted violence, and his specialty was the sexual sort. For him, women were the easiest prey.
"Consider this payback for the demons you've slain," he said.
I turned to Leyna who watched from the sidelines. I appealed to her for aid.
Woman to woman, Leyna surely understood. The horror I underwent wasn't beyond her, and even without words, my plight connected all women in solidarity.
"Honey," she said, "we aren't friends."
My stomach dropped. "But—"
"And I like when a man is rough."
That said, Leyna opened her legs, fingering a wonderful little slit. Wet from watching, she scooped her own pussy juice and gave it a lick. She shivered, masturbating to my rape. She acted envious of my situation.
But of all that happened, I'd forgotten about Terumi. He reappeared at the final hour. I was almost convinced he was a hero coming to save me.
"Please don't break my toy," Terumi said.
Ozen spat on my face before backing off.
I winced.
"You had help, but you succeeded," he continued, lifting my chin. He thumbed my lower lip. "It's time to reward you something befitting your status."
Terumi reached for his back pocket and revealed his gift.
Designed for the smallest of puppies, the collar was an adorable shade of pink. The tag was less than cute, carved in the shape of a penis, and engraved in the middle was my name. Hearts surrounded it.
"What do you think, Maika?"
"You're sick. You had it prepared long ago."
"It's an acquired taste."
As if I hadn't been humiliated enough, he aimed to collar me.
Terumi's hands grazed the nape of my neck. He was gentle. But once the leather snapped on, locking shut, it choked me without mercy. I grasped at the collar. It refused to budge.
"You always were a bitch." He attached a leash, giving it a tug. "Now you can officially be one."
Terumi shoved me onto the floor. Forced to brace myself, I ended on all fours. He spanked my ass, and I yelped. I growled as he treated me worse than a pet, but growling spurred him on. He was right in calling me a dog.
"I'll have you barking in no time," he said.
"Over my dead body."
"I don't want to slit your throat, doll. I want to fuck it."
The penis-shaped tag jingled as his cock hardened. Undoing his pants, he pressed his member to my face, smearing its odor on me. Though I wasn't an animal, the musk radiating from his manhood was hard to ignore.
I trembled, feeling a thrill in my pussy. Then I gave his cock an involuntary sniff. My eyelids fluttered.
"This is what you wanted, right?" Terumi asked.
"N-no."
"Really?" He slapped his cock onto my face. "You sure?"
"I said no."
"So you aren't sure?"
"I mean yes!" I said.
"Women can't make up their minds." Terumi threw me against the wall. "That's why men make the decisions."
With an arm secured on my neck, Terumi nailed me against frosted glass. My breasts squished onto the cold surface. Knowing what was to come, I pleaded for him to stop.
Moments later, Terumi flipped a switch, and he stole the privacy afforded between us and the outside. It turned crystal clear. I shrieked as the party raging outdoors cheered.
I was their new entertainment.
Terumi shoved his cock up my cunt, and having been teased the whole night, I melted. As he pushed in, the force of his thrusts lifted me off my feet. Pussy juice gushed.
"I thought you were helping me!" I said, sobbing.
"My dick is the fix," he said. "Sorry."
"Bastard." I gasped, feeling his cock bottom out. "I'll rip your fucking head off!"
Freezing glass numbed my nipples to the extreme. Due to the loss of feeling, my senses honed in on the cock ravaging my pussy. I grimaced as everyone honed in on it, too. They looked on while Terumi raped me.
My breath fogged the windowpane. A translucent reflection bounced, showing the last remnants of my defiance. As he railed me, however, the glare was subdued.
Getting penetrated was a wholly submissive endeavor.
I was as threatening as a kitten.
"You know what I love about you, Maika? Your willpower."
"It won't go your way," I said, holding a moan. "It won't."
"I'm counting on that."
Terumi plowed my cunt. Wet squelches accompanied slutty squirts. I squeezed my eyes shut as cheers hooted and hollered.
"You keep fighting because of hope," he continued, "and that's what makes you one of a kind. You think you're strong."
"I am."
"Which is why I do this." Terumi pulled my hair, undoing the bun. A flash of orange fell like a waterfall. "You'll bend, but you won't break."
Ignorance was bliss, and surrendering to cock was mercy. I wasn't capable of that. And because I refused to surrender, I'd suffer as his sex slave until the day I died. I finally realized his evil.
Terumi pulled out, leaving my cunt gaping. Then he rammed an entirely different hole. Stretching it wide, he pounded my ass raw.
At the same time, I pounded the glass with a fist, yelling at the crowd. My voice was unheard. They pumped their own fists in the air and egged Terumi on. He railed my ass, focused entirely on me.
My finger was squeaky as I wrote on the window, but it wasn't clean. The letter H was crooked, and the E ended lopsided. Furthermore, my L slid off-course when Terumi pressed me onto the cold, hard glass.
"Ah!" I said, clamping a hand over my mouth. A moan escaped my lips, and saliva dribbled down my chin. I couldn't stand any longer, so he held me up with his rod alone.
I couldn't finish the P, for he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. A pair of tits smooshed the glass and erased my efforts.
"Help me!" I said, wailing.
"There's no saving you."
"Anyone?"
"Your ass is mine," Terumi said.
And with that, something inside me broke. Maybe I was broken from the start.
I screamed.
Training was a double-edged sword. The resistances I'd built worked against me. I was beaten but not broken, and I survived because I was strong.
Death was a better alternative.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll atone for my sins. I apologize for going against you. Please kill me when you tire of my pussy, I beg of you!"
"Take pride, Maika. Your strength is commendable."
"I don't want to be strong! I don't."
"You'll hang on like the strong, independent woman you are. I can't wait to fuck that very woman over and over again." He whispered into my ear. "Struggle for me. Forever."
Waves of painful pleasure then coursed through me, and I cried out.
I came.
There was a screech as I scratched at the glass. With my ass filled with cock, my pussy ran wild. Viscous cream oozed against my will. I shuddered, dropping in and out of consciousness.
Struggling wasn't enough.
Struggling was what got his dick hard.
Terumi drilled in and out of my ass, raping me as if I were meat. The man used my body freely. If he wanted a hole to fuck, he obtained it. I took his dick without a fight.
But Terumi hadn't won me over. He knew he never would. And that was why collaring me was his greatest achievement. Once he crushed me, I'd stand back up. Then he'd enjoy conquering me again, over and over and over.
Willing or unwilling, I couldn't do a thing about it. I moaned as he fucked me in the ass. From what I noticed, Ozen waited for a turn, too, and he packed a cock surpassing a mere horse. Leyna blew me a kiss, happy to enjoy the show.
"Please kill me," I said, weeping quietly.
"I'm afraid you and I have a long partnership ahead."
Terumi then groaned, digging his fingers into my hips. Cock throbbing, he dumped load after load of cum up my ass. A fresh wave of girl cum glazed my crotch in turn.
I'd gotten the cum I wanted, but this wasn't what I wanted at all.
My eyes rolled, showing white.
I started to cum anew.