All her desi vital organs pushed aside for his thick deposit, squished against the cage of bones and her heart shuddered its last throb from the pressure. Her body went limp under him, eyes staring vacantly at nothing, the last breath a wheeze from the air being squashed out of her lungs, pissing herself bus as she died. He ripped his spent dick out of the dead woman, tail flicking happily from his orgasm, oblivious to what he had done to her in the dark, only caring about his satisfaction. Then another drunken male was already stepping in behind her, staggering to mount her and skewering her slack cunt with a sloppy queef, churning his kin’s cum into a froth while he unwittingly fucked a corpse. Without taut living muscle to push their seed out, their cum remained inside, and when he came as well, her torso obscenely rounded out until her womb burst with a shudder. Her stomach began to sag heavily over the wood frame as more and more was pumped inside her warm corpse, bloating her flesh beyond its limit until red fissures split over her olive skin. The centaurs didn't care she had died and through the night they were fucking her still warm holes until she finally came apart with a wet ripping sound and all their pearlescent seed streaked with blood splashed to the ground. Long ropes of her guts hanging in loose tangles over the rack leaving her midsection a ragged empty cavity. This only deterred some of the more squeamish of the centaurs, but the more depraved continued to fuck her mangled corpse. They still took their pleasure from her slack mouth and bloated tongue or between the plush cheeks of her ass, pumping their flared cocks into her hollowed out torso. Eventually, Melony’s body was discarded in a crumpled heap in the underbrush and left to rot, but she had given them all a good taste of what a tight human slut can real amateur give them. The next morning a fresh busty whore was thrown atop the rack still oozing with indian gore, her eyes heavily lidded and unfocused, drugged and oblivious to them strapping her in place. Then her pale pussy lips were imploded inward by the fleshy club of a pink horse cock flash caked with dried blood from the last woman mounted on the rack. Husky screams were being shoved out of her by the mighty thrusts of a centaurs animal hips but didn't drown out the pitched sounds of a gigantic cock pounding into her quaking cunt. A crowd of horny beastmen was already forming, all of them wanting the same from her. This new one was not even going to make it to the afternoon. 6-6Everyone who has been bullied dreams that, when they leave high school, everything will change. Everyone lives in hope and likes feel good stories where the nerd gets the girl in the end. As we say at Victims Anonymous, “My name’s Sam, and here’s my story”: My last year at high school was a shit year. I wasn’t popular to begin with, wasn’t good looking, wasn’t trendy, had zits. And on top of that, I had lots of shit happen in my life, all in that same year. My mum walked out. Well, it felt like she was abandoning us, but really it was dad and I who got chucked out and she kept our flat and her new lover. We moved to a small mid terrace in a rougher neighbouring borough. And because it was my last year, I couldn’t swap schools so I had a really long walk to and from school all through that final winter and spring. I wore all this pain on my sleeve and became grouchy and unpopular and drifted away from what friends I had, and none of the girls were interested in me. And I had zits. But despite all that shit, I did well enough at my O-level exams to get into six-form in my new borough. My dad, who wasn’t a big drinker really, put some effort into being New social and got friendly with some builders in our new local pub and that got me a summer job mixing plaster. It was back-breaking work but a few weeks real hard labour muscles you up in ways a gym never will and the builder charm and confidence really rubbed off on me too. It was always an early start, on site by 7, but with a “liquid lunch” down at the pub and, because I was with a bunch of builders, I was served and nobody let on — they thought it was a funny secret that that their scrawny labourer was under-age. I spent a good part of my wages on rounds but I learned a lot of self confidence doing it. So you can stop feeling sorry for me now; I did. You know where this is going. I’m going to go to a six-form where nobody knows me, and as a man not a boy. Around rolled the first day of six-form. I left the house and went to the end of the row and turned right. The bigger road was full of a steady flow of kids, some in groups and some alone, in the same uniform heading towards my new school. I slotted myself into a gap in the stream. “She lives over in the Falls. "I’m even more ready than I was before I stepped into this room," Dylan said real amateur and we all agreed. I really wanted to know about her marital situation. The diamond hammer flashed with light, a momentary flash of crimson reflecting off the ruby clutched in Kora's hand. "Yeah Will, give me respect" Veronica said with a smirk. My pleasure shot down from my nipple. She then covered my dick with the handkerchief. Mia was starting to relax and laughed at the banter. She stroked it gently, just like she saw him doing to get it hard and caused him to let out a few more desi moans of pleasure. Holly nodded while she laid panting for air underneath Jessamine. As bus I gently pulled one of her legs to the corner to tie it there she said, “No please.” But it was so feeble that I just ignored her and then tied the other ankle. I soaped the wash cloth, then felt around until I found Kelly. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you drained two boys dry. He stepped from the shower as she soaped her body to clean up. Suddenly he pulled back, grabbed his cock and exploded his load across Nora’s face and chest. My mom starts to tell me to get some tinfoil in the kitchen and leave my plate on the stove for later. The sun is getting low in the sky and it will soon dip below the horizon, signaling the end of the day’s Run and the safe time for the Runners. “I think you already know.” I reach up and pull down the zipper of her dress. It wasn't long before the girls heard the muffled words come flash from the helmeted figure, "take them to New cell 2187". So what are you waiting for? Once inside, I turned the shower up hot. I looked out our bedroom window, and it was snowing. She could feel the coarse hair surrounding the weeping pussy. Bernie is gone and I’m alone in her house. Her nipples hard indian and pointing straight up at the sun. Both men sat down and Mike started talking about his vacation. Am I right in assuming that you want me to eat breakfast sat here every morning?” “I am glad that I can turn you on boss.” For that, she would take any pain.