“Elena, you don’t like it?” “No,” I said, my voice possessed, sounding like it was coming from someone else, “I love it.” Yavara grinned evilly at me, that implacable glint returning to her eyes. She brought my face to hers in a sudden kiss, and she devoured babe my mouth as though trying to taste the amateur extent of my violation on the couple buds of my tongue. I returned the kiss with wide eyes, lost in my duality of hedonism and panic, teetering on the edge. Could I succumb fully to the lecherous creature as she had? Could I discard my morals, my ideals, my very conscience just to taste the sweetest, deadliest fruit? No. No, I was not made like her. But she could change me. She could mold me into this dark jewel of her dark kingdom, this whore of whores, this demon of lust without limits or mercy. I would become that for her. Only for her. Yavara broke the kiss, her breath shallow and heated, her wild eyes traversing my face. She suddenly seized my arms, and spun me about the axis of Brock’s cock. I screamed, feeling every bump and vein of him digging against my twisting rectum shower until I was resting on my back, staring up at him. “Look at yourself.” Yavara whispered in my ear, her lips touching the point. She grappled with my arms until they were forced behind my head, pushing my face forward, “Watch what he does to you. Watch yourself become his filthy anal slut.” I stared with dumbstruck eyes at the bulge in my abdomen. It didn’t seem anatomically possible, but there it was, the distention of my guts forced against my abdominal wall by the full invasion of the orc. He grinned at me, pleased with the way he looked inside me, and he slowly withdrew. The pressure released in my nethers, the relief within a palpable sensation, but it was nothing, nothing compared to the sudden surge of vacancy, the need to juicy be filled once again! Oh god, I’d been ruined! Even as I gasped with the pleasure of relief, I mewled for him to enter me once again, to destroy my body from within. I felt my sphincter close behind his exit, felt acutely the heat of him dissipating inside me, the absence of his cock ravaging my filthy innards. “Brock, put it back in!” I cried, sexy shifting my hips in a feminine samba that was both foreign and completely natural to me, this dance of weakness, an invitation to be ravaged. “You’re going to have to beg harder than that.” Yavara tittered, her arms keeping my head locked, forcing me to look at Brock’s cock as he laid it across my belly. I could smell it from here, the miasma of my own asshole, the pungent stink of his cum. My mouth watered. “Master?” A little voice inquired. “You are gorgeous!” The youngest of the two women said. She gripped hard when the lotion entered her wounds, her eyes fixed on mine, I saw one tear leave her eye, to roll down her cheek. Her tits bounced with every pull and he just waited while she grunted trying to break free. Sheila says. “We’re recording everything that happens to you so Michael and I can see couple your progress and laugh as Mom breaks you and we’ll also record everything that she has you do during the next two weeks, many of which will prove extremely embarrassing should they become public. They fight in pairs. I circled it, babe lapping the salty-sweet cum off her bud. “Oh fuck,” I screamed. “Come and taste me,” I purred. "You certainly can only we'll share." "Hold on, if you break her, what are the rest of us going to be able to do with juicy her?" She knew he felt rejected and she felt sorry for him. “You're shower pussy... But I don't consider that person as a relative of mine anymore. “What the fuck!” "Your Mom's sex drive is every bit as strong as mine, and I am a shame to admit that a few times I have become weak and succumbed to my desires and had sex with other women while traveling."“Oh shit! Yes my plan was in place I thought. Muthusamy became sexy frightened and begged his aunty not to do so. Kelly had been right in her earlier assessment of the few short glances at his cock. She caught me giving her dealer a blowjob for some weed a couple days ago. Since he was feral, Susan called him Rogue. Very well.” I grab the other and wrap it around the base of my girthy dick, making the veins swell and the smegma covered head pop amateur out. “Who the fuck are you?” However, she still yearned for more. "Hey, Henry," she said without stopping. How am I going to get out of this? While I got busy irrigating the powder dry soil, goosebumps were busy marching in lockstep across my naked body.