Chapter 83

Chris activated a mechanism, and a mechanical cock descended from the ceiling, plunging into Emily’s mouth, thrusting aggressively. Another dildo prodded her swollen nipples, circling them, while Chris ripped away her sheer nightgown. Mechanical hands gripped her full breasts, kneading them as the dildo slid between, letting him savor the sight of her being fucked between her tits.

Emily, believing she was being ravaged by multiple men, broke down, sobbing and begging, which only drove Chris to pound her harder.

By the end, she was delirious with pleasure, eyes glazed. When Chris paused to catch his breath, she’d squirm, even spreading her slick folds with her fingers, pleading for more cock to fill her.

It felt so good ... being fucked senseless was pure ecstasy ... but so many men at once? She feared she’d break. That was the only thought left in her hazy mind.

Chris untied her, kissing her sweat-soaked body greedily, switching positions to keep railing her lush, tender pussy. The more he fucked her, the more swollen and juicy it became, her slickness splattering to the floor with each thrust.

The dildos sprayed a nourishing fluid she mistook for cum from different men.

Good thing Chris had an arsenal of toys to play with her, or he’d have been drained dry. No man could keep up with her without collapsing.

Emily lost track of how many days she was held captive. She barely felt like herself anymore. Her nipples stayed swollen from constant sucking and biting, her pussy perpetually stretched by relentless cocks. She’d been reduced to a sex doll, molded to crave and revel in violation.