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At an intersection of realities, beyond the reach of any individual realm, a fighting stage was coalescing from the void.

A shadow audience of beings were assembling, come to see which mighty combatants were being chosen this time. The pickings were from across the multiverse with no limits to their reach. The only criteria were women of strength and renown. Women because the flavour of female humiliation was much tastier in every universe. And renown because with it came greater heights.

The haughtiest, the most confident, the strongest. The more they had to lose, the further they had to fall, the more delicious their degradation would be. Eight fighters would enter with their dignity and only one (if she were lucky) would leave with it intact.

The rest would become a feast for the shadow audience, entities which fed on the lust, despair and degradation of mortals.

As the stage was completed, a cage for each fighter appeared, floating just beyond the limits of the arena. In the centre of the stage a rip in reality split open, letting a tiny boy in a ringmaster getup slip through before it closed again with a hiss of black smoke.

His outfit was sickly grey, accented with purple diamond patterns and festooned with golden buttons that matched his glowing eyes. His skin was even paler than the tophat he wore and his lilac hair hung like an emo kid. He didn’t look older than 12, but it was pointless to measure the Ringmaster’s age in mortal terms.

He smiled a width of dagger-like teeth and threw his arms out, his voice effortless echoing across the void.

“Welcome to another feast of fighters. Welcome… to the tournament of sluts.”

With a deep bow to the unseen Shadow Audience.

“Let us meet our nervous little whores shall we?”

A thunderclap of magic and each cage filled with a fine, female form.

“Three from the same universe, a real rarity here tonight folks.”

The Ringmaster threw an arm out to the first three cages as the containers began to slowly revolve around the stage like a conveyor belt of buxom beauties.

The first contained a Chinese woman looking suspiciously around her. A blue and gold qipao covered her fighters body. Below the white sash on her midriff, two flags of dress fluttered in front and behind her, while the rest of her appearance was taken up by gigantic, crusher thighs. Modestly covered by tights that only seemed to add further allure to her legs. Legs that had been honed by a million powerful kicks. Her defensively raised hands were wrist-wrapped in large spiked bracelet manacles.

The second had a woman with legs almost as robustly sculpted, but slightly more slender and covered in rough streaks of green bodypaint. Her camouflaged pins continued all the way to her pussy mound where a tight V of high-hipped leotard took over. The neat, red beret and disciplined military ‘at attention’ pose contrasted with the tuggable golden twin-tails she braided her hair into, not to mention the extra-large rations of cake she was smuggling with her ass.

And the third had a deranged looking beast, rattling her cage with ravenous eyes peering out, one twisted with malice and the other a hot-pink crystal shining with bloodlust. Most unsettling of all was the glee she showed with rows of sharp, smiling teeth. One of her legs was raised to press her bare foot against the bars, spreading her legs vertically with no decorum or care. The tight purple catsuit she was coating in had the zipper as far down as it would go and she flaunted an obscene amount of side-boob from her juicy Korean melons.

“Chun Li, Cammy White, Juri Han. An Interpol Agent, an MI6 operative and… whatever that woman is.

The Ringleader continued his spiel with the fourth cage. A bespectacled woman with a mane of red-brown hair. She wore a labcoat, under which her dress of large red and blue panels chequered her body right down to the opposite coloured high heels. She appraised her fellow combatants with hunger, tilting her head and letting the golden hoops through her ears jangle a little while she licked her lips.

“The scarily powerful female genius, Android 21! This little roboslut might have a few secrets to show us in time.”

The circulation of cages continued into the second half, the next woman standing proudly with her chin raised defiantly, no shame in her attire choice of cowboy hat and American-flag bikini top, tight cowgirl jeans, boots, gloves and upper-arm bracers fringed with tassels and a shining silver horseshoe pendant that drew every eye to her huge tracts of Southern Hospitality burgeoning on her chest.

“The wrestling world’s very own Tina Armstrong. Let’s see how well she can No-Sell against the trials we have planned for her. And it looks like the following contestant is from the same timeline.”

Next up was a fair-faced and copper-haired, Japanese girl clad in a silk, blue and white kimono that stopped at the midriff on either side showing her gravure-tier hips skindented slightly with the side-tie thong wrapped around her. A single flap of fabric, decorated with cranes, laid across her front, far to narrow for a woman her her birthing capability. Her juicy thighs squeezed into white high-leggings and a red scabbarded blade hugged into the small of her back.

“The softest ninja girl you could hope to meet, Kasumi!”

The penultimate fighter was a woman bouncing from one foot to the other in anticipation with her back pointed forward, her chest in a constant bouncing sway, captured in two red slings from her barely-there dress that showed almost everything from her sensual limbs, graceful back and jiggle-palace of cleavage. A folded fan clasped in her hand bobbed to her own beat as she looked ready to take on any challenge.

“The alluring ninja girl herself. Mai Shiranui is sure to give us a wonderful dance tonight.”

The final cage had a dark-skinned woman in a backless bodysuit. Prodigious curves of assmeat bulged out of the cage-bars as she leaned back on it, coolly observing the Ringmaster with golden eyes, She flicked a strand of purple hair out of her eyes in a gesture that bumped her equally stacked chest and sent the dark coffee skin rippling. Crackles of barely-suppressed energy flitted between the bars.

“Last but not least this little kitten is bona-fide nobility from Soul Society. Let’s see if Yoruichi Shihōin can show us why she has the nickname ‘Flash Master’.”

With introductions concluded, The Ringmaster pulled a lion-tamer style whip out of thin air and twirled it twice around his head before cracking it violently onto the stage. The cages all span into mist and disappeared and a stone tablet with a tournament bracket replaced them, floating in the air.

“We’ve seen our entertainment. Now let’s see who can preserve her dignity the longest.”

With the eyes of the shadow audience perusing the schedule, The Ringmaster made preparations for the first fight…

[Round of 8]

Chun Li VS Tina Armstrong

Android 21 VS Juri Han

Cammy White VS Yoruichi Shihōin

Mai Shianui VS Kasumi

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“We have an East versus West theme for our first bout. A Hong Kong thigh-master and a Cowgirl powerhouse. Let’s begin!”

FIGHT!

The Ringmaster snapped his fingers and Chun Li and Tina Armstrong were summoned to the arena.

Chun dropped into her disciplined pose, palms upward, legs angled and ready for her opponent’s approach. Master of Tai Chi and a dozen other Chinese martial art, she was too experienced to let her guard down, no matter the impression the other woman was giving her. She had faced many opponents that looked comical at first, just to hide a secret strength.

Meanwhile Tina has her arms raised, trying to play to an unseen crown, whooping like the pro-wrestler she was.

“Yeah Showtime! C’mon y’all. Who wants to see me put this little lotus flower in the dirt!”

Showboating, or an attempt to rile her up? Chun didn’t care and launched herself forward, taking initiative as Tina’s back was turned. A blur of stockinged legs dropped a barrage of strikes on Tina’s back. She yelled out, thrown forward with arms wind-milling while Chun pressed her advantage.

But once the shock wore off, Tina showed she was more surprised than hurt. Chun could feel the body of iron under that flawless showgirl skin. The Southern girl turned and attacked back, going in for a hugging bear hold that the Chinese lady flipped backwards away from.

“Not taking me seriously? You’ll regret it.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Tina grinned and threw herself into the fight. They traded heavy arm blows for viper-like footwork. Chun fell to the ground and span her legs above her like a top, but Tina’s grip even managed to wrench her out of the Spinning Bird kick, launched her over her head and crash her into the arena floor, hard.

‘This woman is a brute.’

Chun felt her title of ‘World’s Strongest Woman’ lose a little of its sheen when faced with this brash woman from another world. But she rolled over just in time to avoid Tina’s follow-up curb-stomp and lash out with her own legs. White boots uppercut Tina in the jaw and she was knocked back. When Chun got to her feet she could see her wiping her chin with a smile.

“Looks like you can keep up.”

“If you are going to fight, fight for real.”

Chun focused her ki and threw out her palms, a blue flame of Kikoken streaming from her hand and crossing the distance between them.

“What in the-”

It hit Tina and she grunted, forced to one knee and gritting her teeth.

“I didn’t think you’d have much experience with the more refined parts of martial arts. Concede now and I promise you I will find a way out of this tournament. For all of us.”

Tina’s fish clenched and she roared, breasts heaving as she charged from her knees right into a double flying kick. No block Chun could scramble together would stop the cowboy-booted assault into her stomach. Dashed to the floor she could feel the enraged woman’s hand on her ankle again before being picked up and smashed down onto her knee.

Chun screamed out in pain, her fists doing nothing to deter Tina, though her spiked bracelets did manage to put a graze on her cheek and rip the American flag bikini off her. Tina, following her playbook, tried to transition into a leg submission pose, but found out her mistake the second she tried to apply force to Chun’s amazing thighs.

Rather than being able to hold them, her legs scissor-kicked her in the head, knocking her cowboy hat off and reversing their positions completely. Chun continued her attack, throwing her legs up to put the other woman into the air before letting loose a burst of punches to her midriff. But Tina’s toned, wrestler belly tanked every hit and she clung to consciousness, enduring the perfected Super Art being unleashed on her body.

Chun stepped back as Tina collapsed to the floor, trying to recover her own energy. Her own dress was shredding, puffy sleeves almost torn off and her tights had multiple ladders, all just from her own exertion.

But Tina wouldn't stay down. The Armstrong name didn’t allow for easy defeats. Both arms were thrown out as she re-engaged Chun, swapping strikes until she finally got her bear-hug ready. Spinning the China-doll around, she threw up Chun’s legs and crashed the woman’s face into the floor, holding her between her own thighs. Chun had enough time to wrap her own legs around Tina’s neck.

In a punishing struggle, both women fought to their last reserves of consciousness as they held each others bodies in a desperate double chokehold. After what seemed like a full minute of tight, thrashing limbs, Chun’s legs slackened their grip and released Tina. The American woman gasped lungfuls of air as beneath her the Interpol agent fainted in defeat.

--

Chun Li came to in familiar surroundings. She woke outside in the afternoon sunlight. She rose from the small stone bench and looked around. The little bamboo-enclosed seating area was at the end of a winding path that snaked through a Chinese garden. This was the grounds of her orphanage and dojo in Hong Kong.

‘I must have just fallen asleep here. What a strange nightmare that was.’

White heels clacked down the path back to the main building and her full hips swayed side to side. Her joints all moved loose and free, despite the feeling she had just gotten out of a real scrap.

As she closed in on the side door it opened, wooden slatted sheet moving to the side. From within poured an array of small boys, all faces she recognised and cared for. The diaspora of Shadaloo’s worldwide operations, rescued and given a home here in her care.

How she managed to be the sole caretaker of an orphanage, hold down a job at Interpol and still have time to train the tykes she never knew.

“It’s sensei!”

“Miss Chun is awake again.”

The boys surrounded her, their heads barely reaching past knee height and their small bodies all thinner than her own tree-trunk legs. They were certainly more confident with her than she remembered, no shyness in the way they got in close and put their hands everywhere they could reach, pinching the fabric of her tights in clingy handfuls.

“I’m sorry boys. I think I fell asleep in the garden. I will start to make dinner.”

“We’ve been waiting.”

An insistent brat behind her reached high to push her by the buttocks, his hands sinking into doughy hams of fighter flesh. Either the boys were getting stronger or she was more tired than she knew, as it felt like all the strength had been taken from her body. She couldn’t stop the crowd of kids jostling her into the main dojo room with all of their hands thrust out for a grope, like walking through a field of tall grasses.

‘They don’t know any better.’

But the boys certainly seemed to know where to aim, little pinches applied to her inner thighs and hands sneaking under her Qipao, dangerously close to the tight sash of cloth barring her pussy.

“Sensei doesn’t wear panties!”

A voice cried and she couldn’t identify the culprit in the mass of kids.

“Well it’s just a cloth wrap… it’s flexible for kicking.”

She muttered, feeling the mood of the room shift, knowing control was slipping from her grasp somehow.

“Sensei’s a pervy bitch. A horny old hag who flasher her pussy every time she does a high kick.”

“N-no it’s not true.”

The bodies forcing her forward lead her right over the outstretched leg of one boy and Chun tripped over. The crowd fled to the sides as her thick body plapped to the tatami surface. She looked up to see the kids all in a circle, looking at their caretaker with an expression she had never seen in them before.

“Sensei always leaves us here alone. We got so lonely. Sensei needs to stay here forever from now on.”

They were looking at her mature body, not like the adopted mother she was, but as a piece of meat. Her gigantic sloshing milktanks, her wobbling meat-bun ass cheeks, and her sinfully shrouded legs. The boys set upon her, tearing tights and ripping her dress. The weakness Chun had inside prevented her from fighting back and she was at the mercy of a swarm of handsy brats.

“What’s gotten in to you boys?! Stop this right now.”

But they just ignored her pleas, the only response she was given was a sharp SPANK on her mountainous rump followed by some sadistic giggles as they watched it wobble. Her body was a crafted weapon of kung fu mastery but these were some boys who could only see it as a playground and climbing frame. Using the little tears in her tights, brats ascended her body, sitting up on her ass and playing her cheeks like a bongo drum.

She could feel the boys starting to grind against her legs, her long pins able to fit a dozen boys, six on each limb, each coveting a patch of Asian mommy thigh and humping their crotches on it. Chun grimaced as she felt her adopted children getting hard.

‘They’ve gone crazy. Or this is another nightmare. The oldest is just eleven, how can they be acting this way so suddenly!?!’

She willed herself to wake up again but nothing happened. Another kid grabbed her by the dango hairbuns and tugged her face towards his bulging crotch. He was the youngest one at the orphanage, underdeveloped and barely old enough to walk. Her hairbobbles were his handholds as he thrust out his five-year-old crotch and rubbed his kiddy musk right on Chun’s disgraced face.

“Stop it little one. This is so wrong.”

Chun Li wanted nothing more than to burst free of the tangle of bodies, but every limb felt like lead and she had nothing to fight back with. The sounds of little zippers opening made her stomach drop in dread. The flop of semi-hard meat, then the undeniable heat as the boys pressed their cocks into every bare bit of skin Chun was showing. The luckiest kids clung to her ass, stitched into her tights and humping away at a ripped sections where they could vibrate like overexcited puppies onto her porcelain-pale skin.

An orphan from every continent was using her world-class legs like a stress toy, their first erections grinded to hardness on her body. Every single one of these boys was sporting a cock far larger than what should have been possible. Chun had been sharing a roof with a bunch of boys that each had enough meat to satisfy her lonely MILF cravings and it was only now that she had teased them for so long that the spoilt kids decided to take matters into their own hands.

Her pussy was sinfully hot from all this male attention, a feeling she had been trying to quench ever since she had felt their dominant hands leading her like she was their bitch instead of their Sensei. But now with no less than three kiddy pipes rutting between her clenched thighs, she couldn’t hold back the dampness forming on her crotch.

“Sensei’s getting totally wet. I knew she was a desperate little slut.”

“No wonder she adopted all of us. She was hungry for kiddy dick this whole time.”

“Nnnooooo…”

Chun mewled in denial while her body got used as jerkoff material.

Slap

The littlest one struck her face to get her attention again, a handprint stinging on her cheek. He had managed to take his cock out too, an obscene footlong monster attached to the waif’s cherubic body. Chun shook her head, pleading with the toddler.

‘Not this.’

But he slapped her again like a cheap Chinese whore and shook it more insistently. She closed her narrow almond eyes and opened her mouth in defeat. Her lower-half supported even more enterprising kids who had managed to shred most of her qipao and the most daring of all start running his fourteen inch fuckstick in a lewd hotdogging motion. As her mouth took its first taste of toddlercock, the more feral kids towards her legs were reaching their climax with rapid, wild strokes on her body.

With his hands using her Dangos as handlebars, the five-year old worked his whole length into her protesting body. A kid with more than twice the inches than years to his age had no inhibitor to making Chun choke and splutter around his spoilt cock. Her mind thrashed in rebellion at her own actions, in a struggle with her pussy which was traitorously wet from all the attention from undeniably huge cocks.

‘You’re a disgrace Chun. If you cum from this you’ll be unworthy of your fathers legacy. No longer an Interpol agent. Just a pedo-slut who wants to be ravaged by adopted brats.’

Her hard nipples rubbed roughly into the tatami matted floor, their humping driving her body back and forth like she was being properly fucked. A crescendo of high-pitched voices and cute gasps rose as she felt the hot streaks and splatters of the first boys to finish. The webbed spurts of cum felt scalding against her body wherever they landed. The cushy curve of her ass pressing into a kid’s sensitive glans until he erupted sperm, dribbling on her and running excessively down her butt. Both her cheeks clenching onto the boy with his rod trapped between her world-famous ass globes, sucking him into her heated cavern, made swampy from her gushing, aroused cunt. Her fat greedy ass chewed up his cock until he came with an orgasmic cry and shot sperm up her whole body, the further ropes sizzling on the back of her neck.

And most sinful of all, the buried dick of a five-year-old choking her windpipe and forcing itself deeper into her throat with each thrust. He looked into her eyes with no remorse, just the satisfaction that he had found an enjoyable way to make his cock cum. He was too young to know how well respected Chun Li was, and how degrading it was for her to be now slurping down child cock like a starved slut. None of the boys cared about her reputation, they just wanted their foster mommy’s curves spread for their total access at all times. And when Chun felt the warm, salty taste of a kid’s precum flooding into her throat, her pussy clenched and came so hard it looked like it was trying to crack a walnut. She knew these brats would be her owners from now on.

It was only the first orgasm she was to endure on her first night of her new role. The littlest orphan selfishly monopolised her throat as much as he could, coring out her mouth with bratty strokes, pushing out Chun’s lips in embarrassing wide-mouth poses while she moaned over his cockhead like an obedient bitchmother. The other kids ripped the remains of her outfit from her, the expensive silks now ruined with the errant cumshots they littered her with.

Stripped bare, she rolled to her back, letting the youngest continue his piledriver efforts on her mouth while giving the rest their first taste of her huge Han milkers. Her tits got abused by rows of sharp teeth descending into her soft chest. Her second orgasm coincided with a dozen boys fighting over who got the best access to her boobies, their biting rivalry putting her sensitive nipples right in the spotlight. Her pussy squirted violently, even more powerful than the clenching debasement she had tried to hold back before. With her nipples gnawed from all sides she had nothing left to resist with and rode her cunts pleasure wave shamelessly.

‘If this is a nightmare, then succumbing to pleasure is what I need to survive it. And if it isn’t… Father forgive me but I just don’t care any more. I’m a slut for boydick! I took down Shadaloo and these hung orphaned brats are my reward. If there is such thing as a deserving pedoslut, then surely it’s me!’

On cue, one of her charges had found his way to her pussy, the last scrap of satin long ruined with her squirt and torn off somewhere along the way. She felt the face of a nine-year-old press itself into her cunny and her body reacted like a whore’s. Her back arched, pressing her slit harder into the curious boy’s face, his lapping tongue so diligent in scooping her out like a good boy.

The youngest was finally ready to cum and he squatted his legs on either side of her fine-china face and relieved himself right down Chun’s throat. His load was a much goopier mess than the other boys early spurts. He grunted cutely as his whole body tensed, pushing out one continuous rope of sperm like he was pissing pure pleasure down her gullet. Chun squirted off again with the help of one boy kissing her lower flower and another pissing semen into her tummy and her tits being covered in childish bear-traps of eager teethmarks. Her eyes rolled in depravity, giving herself over to being a fuckpet to children

When Chun recovered from her third orgasmic strike, the boys were all sporting even larger cocks than before, two foot monsters that had grown just from their first taste of sex and a recovery time that was geared to take up all of her free time. Was she really happy to give up on her dreams, ambitions and responsibilities, just to serve brat cock?

‘Fuck yes~’

After their initial frenzy, now each of them demanded some more personal attention. They spread out across the room, a haphazard queue of kids all stroking their monster shafts and just waiting. Chun knew what she had to do for them. Getting to her feet, she bowed, deep and respectfully, to the first boy, like she was initiating a sparring match. The smug kid laid back and Chun took a deep breath as she stood over his rising beast.

Core tensed, powerful legs ready, the woman began to squat. The head of his penis hitting her pussy fearfully quickly. She had hoped for much more progress before she reached it. Every inch from here to the ground was now a pussy-pulverising mass of shota meat. Pausing for a beat on the tip, she gathered her courage and kept squatting. Her thighs rippled with the strength needed to push her quivering quim further onto the kids overly-hung, undeserved slab of cockmeat.

Only with legs so fiercely trained could she push herself down onto his cock. It was so massive that she could see the bump of it inside her travelling up and every new inch she pushed it filled her with a sense of duty and pleasure. These boys were re-shaping her insides and she loved it. As her meaty thighs and matronly hips bowed to completion, she barely registered her strength had returned, enough for her to squat on this boys rod. But what good was escaping these children now when their cocks were all that was on her mind and all that she felt any desire to serve. After grinding her clit into the child’s hairless crotch, she shivered with another orgasm and began to bounce…

--

For the next couple of hours she spent every reserve of energy she had on taking each boy’s shaft to the base and using her tight abdominals to milk as much thick bratcum as she could. When every kid was drained to satisfaction she could barely drag her body away to rest for a moment on the bamboo floor, leaking over twenty loads from her pussy.

It felt like she had only closed her eyes for a second when the forceful shaking of an impudent brat was dragging her back to consciousness again, not feeling even slightly rested. Every boy was once again fully hard and looking at her with hungry eyes. A dozen hands pulled her away to serve their whims with her body again and again.

--

The scene panned out to show the events being broadcast to the shadow audience, originating from the surface of a small orb held in the Ringmaster’s hands.

“Such a shame to see the mighty Chun Li fall so early. A life spent chasing justice and helping others, and now she’s going to be trapped, helping some horny little boys for the rest of time. We can only hope she learns to love her place as a sexual plaything. There’s no ageing in this little pocket dimension, and no escape. The only addition we might make is add a few more demanding twerps whenever it looks like she is getting used to the current amount. Oh and just in case there was any idea that you sluts would ever hope to return to reality after losing, we didn’t just whisk Chunners and her boys away from Earth, we will be leaving a full collection of video footage from their little playtime for anyone to find. Even if she never finds out, her reputation will be trashed and she will become a bit of a legend on the Darkweb in that particular reality. Chun Li, respected policewoman and World Warrior by day, pedoslut orphan-snatcher by night. Still. At. Large.”

He threw the orb over his shoulder and it got swallowed by a little rip in space that opened up just large enough to swallow it.

“Oh well, onwards and upwards. Congratulations to Tina, she will progress. And her opponent will be decided in our next fight…”

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“They put me against some tin robot? Don’t break too fast, I want a real warm-up.”

“You look like you taste vile. I may be forced to hunt you, but there’s no way I want to eat you.”

The Korean just peeled down her bodysuit zipped even more, pushing out her cleavage and showing a deep V of skin right down to her bellybutton. Balancing on one foot she arched back around, feng-shui eye firing up with pink energy.

“Oi, oi. Where does a weakling like you get off even imagining you’ll win.”

Arching like a spider, Juri flung herself forward, well developed legs lashing out with powerful kicks before ducking low and thrusting her banded foot into a chin-strike. The Android’s head snapped back and she danced away on her heels. But Juri didn’t let her escape, following up with her knees high and lower-leg pendulating in front of the redhead before leaping in a high-kicking arc.

But her downward attack met just 21’s discarded labcoat, the woman removing it to position herself on the opposite side of the arena, moving so fast it appeared she teleported there.

“Keep running bitch. I’ll bash your skull into dust!”

“What a fascinating human you are. You could have become such a powerful android in my world.”

21 charged a Total Detonation ball and launched it from her hand, the red-edged black ki blasting across the distance between them, picking Juri up and dropping her hard.

“Now you got interesting.”

Rather than register the pain, Juri was grinning like a maniac and she got to her feet. Android 21 was coming at her, ki forged into a cutter on her arm. She sliced at the raven-haired woman who dodged it all while giggling. Rather than making space, she hugged as close as possible to the strikes, dancing with danger and weaving her body. 21 found herself trapped, the sudden pressure of Juri’s foot on her back, driving her to meet her knee to the face.

Cra-kunch

Bio-android servos grinded as Juri span her across her body, neck and body forced into opposite directions. 21 had to retreat again, hunger pangs flaring as pain flared across her whole body. She had seen the mysterious eye in the woman and knew she was more than just a simple unmodified human. But her cruelty and aggressiveness was still beyond her expectations.

“Re-analysing data. Hmm.”

She adjusted her glasses, sizing up the busty sadist coiled like a spring and raring to go again.”

“I’ve fought battle-addicts like you before. To think you might even push me to that form…”

Juri just stretched out, legs spread in a vertical line as she pulled on the back of her thigh like a stripper with her own legs as the pole and stuck her tongue out at the scientist.

“If you’ve got more to give, give it now. I don’t want to make you into scrap before I’ve had as much fun as possible.”

“Very well.”

Both woman sprang to action. The front of Juri’s foot caught 21 against the collar bone again and she flung her up. The Korean followed her into the air, lashing at her body with her legs before a massive kick to drive her into the ground. With Pink energy swirling from her eye, she streaked to the floor, arriving first and delivering another roundhouse to the redhead’s spine.

“Gauh!”

Against her punished body, Juri jumped up and down on her, bare toes striking every pressure point she knew, feeling the damage inflicted as she used her body like a bouncy castle.

“C’mon now, gimme a little bit more!”

She cackled, not noticing the energy rising in the woman’s body. The air shook and red lighting arched across 21’s body. Juri backflipped off her in shock, in time to see the woman’s red hair fade to white and an inhuman bubblegum pinkness spread across her skin.

“To think a human forced me to this.”

21 lashed out with her newly grown Majin tail, hooking Juri by the ankle and lifting her upside down. Majin 21 got to her feet then flicked her new appendage back and forth, smashing Juri against the floor again and again. The woman hit the hard floor with sickening crunches which sounded gooier after the first few bone-snapping landings. Floating in the air with her ki, 21 brought the battered woman face-to-face with her.

“Any last words.”

Juri spat at the ground, body too thrashed to lash out or escape.

“I only knew you for five minutes, but you really managed to PISS ME OFF!”

“Noted.”

21 brought a fingertip of pink energy to Juri’s forehead and everything went dark.

--

“Oh you’re dead. You’re sooo dead. You and every one in your stupid audience.”

“That’s no way to talk to someone who just saved you from becoming a macaron. And we healed all your injuries.”

The Ringmaster addressed the Taekwondo mistress smugly.

“An abrasive woman like you needs a special kind of punishment. We ran the numbers and it’s actually crazy how many of these you’d actually enjoy.”

“Haah! You can’t break me. Whatever you do, I’ll endure, break out and subject you to double, brat!”

“Challenge accepted.”

The Ringmaster clapped twice and disappeared and Juri was left alone to break down her situation.

Strapped to a reclined chair of large, bare-metal struts. Held at the wrists, the ankles and the neck with bindings that felt like fabric but had zero give in them, like carbon-fibre woven into satin. She gave each limb a precursory struggle, unable to work anything loose, abs pressing to the surface with a sweat sheened power and her breasts jiggling about in the cleavage valley she was still showing off.

She looked around the room for something to use, but slightly-stained industrial looking walls of sheet iron was all she had. No cracks, no rivets. The floor was covered in cables all connected to her chair, but there didn’t even appear to be a door in any of the walls and the ceiling was high enough to be lost in the darkness. A single lamp beamed from the corner directly onto her, lighting up her captured form for whoever was watching.

For an hour she wore herself out fruitlessly at the bindings, going through phases of frenzied thrashing, to outbursts of profanity then to sullen silence. A speaker hiss broke her out of her boredom, followed by the tinny, robotic, female voice.

“Subject pre-prep phase: begin.”

Half a second later the chair thrummed to life and a wave of electricity ran from the cables directly across the frame and began saturating her body.

“NggghhhHHHAAAHHHHH. GGGAAAHHHHRRGHHHHHH!!”

The woman screamed as pain unlike she had ever felt burned through her. Pain she couldn’t control. Pain she had no counter for, no opponent delivering it. Just instant sledgehammers through her nerves as her body became a conduit for electrical power.

“GRRRRRRRRRAUUUNNGHGHHH WHATTHEFUUUUUUUUCKKK”

Her face grimaced and her teeth grinded together, her psyche wrestling against the torture to get a semblance of words out. Even if this was the worst pain she had felt, she was an expert in applying it herself and learnt all the coping mechanisms therein. Her sadistic mind could at least comprehend the power, like unchained ki in her body. Her feng-shui eye span dizzyingly in her head, close to short-circuiting from the intensity.

But the surge continued without any reduction in intensity. Juri knew electro torture was usually given as short shocks, like a car battery or with paddles. This was an unbroken chain of pain that would have sent any normal woman into insanity. Luckily Juri was already unhinged enough that she could steel her fighter’s body and just take it. The heat in her core was rising and she could see little sparks flying from her energized body.

“NGGGHHHHHUUUUGH YOU WON’T BREAK ME. YOUWON’TYOUWON’TYOUWON’T”

The bodysuit she wore started to smoke. The stash of lollipops in her pocket turning to melted sugar. Shocking so intense it began to burn the rubberised costume from her body and leaving her shivering form bare, sweaty, tense muscles clenched against the agony until she was vibrating just from her own contracted muscles.

Then as the last scraps of burnt rubbed fluttered off her body, the electricity stopped and Juri dropped, limp but cruelly still conscious, into the chair.

“Subject clothing removal: complete.”

“You BITCH!! All that was just to Strip me OFF!!?”

The woman raged against her captors, beginning to realise their sadism was a rival to her own.

“Round one: begin.”

A click of mechanisms and metallic wires descended from above, three of them, each ending in a leech-like sucker mouth.

“Ngh bastard! Get those things away from me!”

She rocked her body side-to-side as they started moving autonomously, getting closer to her body. Her midriff jerked back and forth, hips wiggling as much as they could in her bondage. But the little metal snakes could target even the most jiggly of bodies and two darted at her breasts, heads closing right around her nipples.

“Ugh!”

Juri could feel the insides of those wires now on her body. A vacuum seal over her areola, her nipples getting harder and forced to elongate. Filaments inside the wire brushed the surface lightly, like her nipples were getting fanned with fluttering feathers.

“What the fuck is this supposed to be!? Your machine must be broke if you think ticking my nips is going to bother me.”

But the suction only increased, engorging her nipples more than twice what they would normally be when aroused. Erogenous zones teased with incessant fronds again and again until Juri started to get irritated in her own arousal.

“C’mon show me something really interesting.”

Her eyes were directed at the final wire swaying around her legs. She baited her tormentor, thinking she just needed to get this over with and show she wouldn’t fall to his lame tricks. But the pace was not hers to dictate.

Her back arched up as she felt the new sensation of nipplegasm rising in her chest. Usually only battle could get her nubs to point up like diamonds but minutes of slow edging and she felt like something was about to burst. As she was about to crest the wave with her tickled nipples, the movements inside the wires stopped completely.

“Oh fuck off!!”

Juri seethed as she shook her chest desperately, trying to get her teats to rub up against the sides of their prison. But all of her sloshing came to nothing and they remained frustratingly untouched, sizzling at the end of her bust like little lighthouses of desire.

Left to moan out her frustration, the third wire descended, smooching over her clit with the same deep suction given to her chest.

“Oh nooooo.”

Juri moaned, realising the sick game she was in, as she felt her clit engorging even more than her nipples had, a tight nub of flesh that filled the space it was pulled into and began to get the same exacting brushstrokes from the internals.

“Stop this… or you’’ll… regret…”

Her eyes were hovering high in their sockets, anger bleeding through to pleasure and she was desperately close to giving in to it. But she knew every method of manipulating a prisoner and suspected the moment she tried to take real pleasure from this treatment…

“Nggggh fuuuck.”

...it would stop. And it did just as she felt her pussy soaking in anticipation, her clit being finessed to a horny little flagpole that signalled she wanted to cum! But the tormentors disagreed and let her pussy steam itself to denial in the rooms chilled air.

After a moment of calm, all three wires started up again, clit and nipple brushing returning simultaneously. Juri tried to hide her reaction to it.

“I’m not giving you bastards anything. You want footage to stroke off to? Good luck.”

She stuck her tongue out to the lamp, assuming there was a camera behind it and then grit her teeth and tried to ignore the teasing. She badly wanted to lean into the pleasure but knew that would just shut it down again. So she would just resist. Power through no matter the cost, just like she always did.

Every touch of filament felt like it was caressing her mind directly. There was nothing else in the room to focus on. Nothing to distract her from the aching pleasure. The rhythms on each wire was offset, her body not able to predict the flutters on her pleasure buttons. She closed her eyes but nothing could shut out the sensations. She was so close now, surely even if they shut off then she could just get to cum a little. Even if she had to air-hump pathetically, she could mash her pussy mound into the wire just enough.

Juri was about to cum, and the wires didn’t even seem to notice. That pleasure was about to become a wildfire, spreading out from three points on her body.

ZZZAPPP

The electricity rocked her body right out of her pleasure state.

“AUUUGHH FUUUUCK!”

The same nerve shredding intensity, feeling even worse when getting ripped from the cusp of an orgasm. Not only fed into her body from the frame she was strapped to, but poured directly down the wires and into her overwrought, sensitive nipples and clit.

“I’LL FUCKINGKILLYOU. GODDAMN IT!”

Juri was blasted with a solid twenty seconds of pain until she was finally released, gasping and blazing with fury.

“Is that it? You can play with me more. I WON’T BREAK!”

She jeered into the silence, showing there was still cockiness to beat out of her. The apparatus clunked and more mechanical arms descended from the ceiling. Her bindings suddenly tightened and rotated, locking her wrists together, stretched above her head. The straps across her ankles allowed her no lower movement and the frame widened, spreading her legs. She was as open and defenceless as she had ever been.

The suction started up again as more machine tendrils joined the game. Chunky club appendages the size of tennis balls ending in silicon pads pressed themselves into her armpits and along the side of her body. In unison they started vibrating, making direct attacks on Juri’s sensitive parts. She laughed, unwillingly, as her body got mercilessly tickled by these buzzing orbs.

“Oh goooood stoppppaahahahaah, make it stoooooop. Fucking ahaahahaah shitty ahahahahahah~”

With control taken away, she couldn’t make the involuntarily movements that would have jerked her body away from just a second of tickling. She was held tightly as it just kept going and going. Pain she could handle, pain she could rationalize. But this was something else entirely.

“Whhyyyyyyyyaaaahhahahahahahaaangghhhhh~”

The confusing feeling from her erogenous zones blended into the tickling. All Juri could do was trash, tears streaming from her eyes, spit flying as each unwanted chuckle from her mouth added another insulting layer to her torture. She just wanted it to stop, to end, a second of relief. Just a second! As the unrelenting tickling overstimulated her sensitive underarms she went through every step of bargaining.

“Let me gogoooahaahah. I won’t get revenegaaaahaahahahaa. Just let me go. Put the pain back on. Just give meeaaaaaahahaahahahah the PAIN. Anything but this tickickalalaahahahaah~”

Locked into constant, dizzying stimulation, Juri didn’t notice the next arrivals. Robotic arms with black, ovoid ends that opened to reveal a dozen spindly three-jointed legs on each. The spring-loaded prodders flexed and waved like spiders legs and the arms directed them to her belly and feet.

Only then did Juri scream out as even more of her body became the tickle-toy of her unseen tormentor. The spiderbot hand dancing on her tummy poked each bit of softness it could find, twelve jabbers hunting her midriff, testing her abs and reacting each time her belly contracted.

“Oh Gawwwwwwdddd-daahahaahahah.”

She couldn't take any more, but she had to. The endless clenching of her stomach as it vainly tried to avoid another tickle, the sensation through her pits. The undercurrent of arousal through her teased tits that was driving her insane, but everything else was just too distracting to be able to cum. She was strung up on the chair like an immobile trophy and all she could do was curse, and cry, laugh and seethe. And then the spiderbots reached her feet.

Juri’s most sensitive skin, almost always kept bare and trained for decades. Lethal weapons locked into unbreakable bindings and now made a mockery of with creeping rubs and tickling pokes.

“StoooOoOOOOOooOOooOOpppaaaaahhhffaahaahahah!”

She giggled like she was losing her remaining sanity, toes wriggling, her foot clenching and unclenching the sole. No matter how she moved it there was no escape.

The spiderbot mechanisms then squirted chemical-infused oil across her abs and feet, working the aphrodisiac liquid directly into her skin. Pointed tickle-manipulators now feeling like they were tracing shapes of ecstasy against her slick skin.

The teasing and tickling gave her a burst of bliss enough to cum, but every gift from the tormentor came with a reprisal.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT

The excruciating shock returned, turning every pain receptor on and washing her with the feeling of flames on top of every other torture applied to her. The intensity was even stronger than before, the very frame of the chair rattling as it struggled to hold the power coursing through it into the Korean woman.

She was about to black out, the edges of her vision shattering into darkness. And then a tiny stabbing feeling from behind that she didn’t even register and her body was flooded with adrenaline, enough to make her wide awake again and stave off any easy escape she would have by simply fainting.

And so Juri was denied the release of unconsciousness and continued to endure. Enough electricity to melt someone's mind. Enough electricity to rewire their brain connections and turn them into a pure painslut.

“AAAAUUAUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MMAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKE IT STOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!! ENNNDDD IITTTTT!!!”

Ten minutes into her electro-pain induced hell, a final implement rose from the floor. It’s purpose unmistakable, a burnished metal cock aiming right for her pussy.

“NNNGGGHUUUGHHHHAAAAGHHH FUCKYOU. IHATEYOUUUU!!!”

She screamed as the rod made progress, sinking in to her sopped pussy with no resistance. It inched forward, thick enough to stretch her pussy lips to a razor-thin line of pinkness around it, and long enough to lathe her G-Spot as it drilled deeper.

As it bashed her cervix, Juri saw stars and then felt like she was about to explode with pain entirely as the cockhead opened to allow little manipulative robot pincers to grab the sides of her tiny cervix hole and force it wider. The two hands were just a vanguard for the next mechanism, sprouting from inside the metal cock was a twist of filament-headed stimulators. Looking like a mix of bristled trees and feather dusters, the implements poured into the cervix gap they had been gives and forced themselves to untold depths.

Juri could feel the tiny hairs on each wand, scrubbing down her tubes into the most despicable recesses possible. Even with every other sensation overloading, having her ovaries rattled about was somehow more intense and degrading that the rest together.

The feathered wands began to spin like toothbrush heads and Juri’s ego collapsed as she felt every part of her reach a pain/pleasure singularity.

“OUUGGH GOD I’M CUMMMIINNNGGG~~”

The machines were indifferent to the orgasm ripping through her, their level of intensity unchanged as they drowned her in pleasure and pain, stimulating every nerve with every sensation they could.

From the unyielding tickling, the cruel pain shocks, the endless teasing and the final humiliation, Juri gave herself over. The orgasm was the result of her absolute defeat. Her mind taking sanctuary and offering up her most intimate insides to be ravaged just for a second of peace. The fight in her eyes faded just as the multitude of invasive arms retracted from her body, giving the woman a moment of peace.

--

Juri’s shuddering breaths echoed in the room. Her overstimulated body resting as best it could with zero fight left in it. Her mind was trying to hold together and return to normal sensations after her world had been shrank down to just the pain and pleasure in every nerve ending. Now the absence of sensation was just as brain-throttling as the overload she had been made to endure.

The pinprick of a syringe poking into her back caused her quavering vocal cords to call out words she never thought she would have need on.

“No… no more… please… I’m beg…ing…”

“Sensation Stimulant dosage increased. Body sensitivity now at 125%. Progressing to next round.”

“Why!? Why this?!”

“Progressing to next round. Round 2 of 25,000: begin.”

Chapter Text

“Beginning Operation.”

“Just try to keep up.”

The Delta Red agent Cammy dropped her back, thrusting out her tightly flossed ass-cheeks and stretched her arms up, fingers laced.

“You stretch like a cat.”

The dark skinned Soul Reaper commented, her own stance perfectly still she filled the air around her with spiritual pressure. Cammy broke off her warm-up, crimson gauntlets raised and began to bounce back and forth on her feet, twisting her green-leotard body like a corkscrew and loosening her hips.

“Well I like cats.”

Her classy, posh accent was eerily emotionless as she pulled her psyche into combat mode. Yoruichi smiled knowingly at her comment.

“You might not like them after dealing with me.”

The two amazing-assed baddies threw themselves into combat. Combat boots striking out on the ends of paint-streaked legs, Cammy thrust a pussy-stretching kick which pulled the strip of leotard over her pussy to a lewd tightness. Yoruichi ducked under it, kissing the floor with the barest touch of her chocolate ass-cheeks before twirling her high boots around Cammy’s neck and throwing her across the stage.

The flash master crouched, backless outfit pulled to the limits of decency as she chased after her target. Cammy responded by pushing off the floor with her arms, twirling herself into a drill.

“Spiral Arrow!”

She cried out as she hit Yoruichi in the stomach.

“Guh!”

She was stunned and Cammy tried to follow up with an overhead axe kick. But her foot cracked the stone tiles, her target gone. A tiny black cat scampered away, Yoruichi transforming into the animal to make her escape.

In a burst of mist, Yoruichi emerged in her human form again.

“You’re fast for a mortal. But you won’t win this.”

“Pointless words, pointless tricks. You’re a waste of my time.”

Cammy moved in, using her gauntlets to meet Yoruichi’s electrified limbs, sparks flying off them as they crashed and held each other, trying to overpower the other. Cammy’s legs swept Yoruichi and she had to flash-step away, right to where the other woman predicted she would.

“Locked on!”

Despite being a ‘normal’ human, Cammy seemed to flash-step herself, disappearing from view only to end up with her thigh barrelling into Yoruichi from the side.

“Acceleration!”

Using her legs like a blade, she slashed across Yoruichi’s dusky body, paint-lines of energy splashing out on each hit.

“Arg! Augh! Kuh!”

She crashed to the floor in a spillage of purple hair. Cammy alighted next to her and held her fists up, waiting for the counter attack. Yoruichi’s body was motionless but still energy arched around her. Cammy readied herself to deal the finishing blow when suddenly the body before her seemed to zip out of existence. Only a feral hiss from behind her gave any warning.

The combatant turned to see the purplette running at her on all fours, eyes turned to golden cat-like slits and being trailed by a link of golden ball-lightning.

“Raijin Senkei!”

The cat woman yowled and from above her, Cammy was hit by a barrage of lighting strikes. Enough force coursing in her body to lift her cleanly off the floor and spin her through the air. Yoruichi leapt, determined to show this mortal a taste of her true speed. As Cammy fell she was mauled with dozens of cat-scratch blows all over her body and collapsed in a pile of wounds.

Yoruichi’s forcefield discharged with a heavy crack and she walked away from the defeated blonde, her victory assured.

--

The blindfold was pulled from Cammy’s face and immediately her pale cheek got a slap from a well-built shirtless black man.

“Augh!”

She took the hit with much more force than she normally would. Her training should have made her able to react and roll with it, but all of her battle knowledge seemed to be wiped from her mind.

Smack

Another, backhanded from the opposite direction to even up the rouge in her cheeks. The red beret on her head was knocked off and she watched it roll to the booted feet of multiple men standing just behind her attacker. She looked up to see the hulking, shirtless man hitting her was just the tip of the iceberg. She had been transported to what looked like an open-air prison yard, filled with an array of nasty looking individuals.

Her eyes scanned the faces and her heart sank as she picked out familiar features. A South-East Asian smuggler’s head of security, an urban thug from an American gang, cruel looking Baltic mobsters, warlords, mercenaries, criminals. Every man there was someone Cammy had directly interfered with and taken down. Men with a grudge. Her operations with Delta Red left a trail of incarcerated scumbags and now she was in the midst of all of them.

“Wakey, wakey cunt.”

“This was the doll that gave us so much trouble.”

“She’s going to regret that now.”

“Yeah, she’s going to pay for everything she did with her body.”

They all had the same orange jumpsuit prison uniform, though some had modified with ripped sleeves or just gone shirtless. Even more intimidating was the fact every one stood well over six foot, towering over Cammy and all shredded to hell.

The black man who had slapped her awake grabbed her by the neck. Cammy struggled in vain but found the old strength she had was gone. He held her up so her combat boots barely scraped the ground and her legs flailed, trying to find something to stand on before this thug strangled the life out of her. Just before she thought her fate was sealed amongst dozens of her worst enemies, he threw her roughly to the ground.

Her bare legs began to burn on the cooked asphalt. The sun beat down with an intensity that could only come from the Mojave and through distant chain-link fences she could see the prison was amid arid, desert terrain.

“Not so tough today. What happened to your Cannon Spike?”

“Let’s get that lily-white skin out of this nasty sun.”

She had to quickly kneel and then scramble on all fours as one of her tormentors took her hair braids like a leash and pulled her along the quad. The others laughed as he would yank her hair and she would yelp out in pain as her scalp was jerked forward and she would lose her balance and fall forward. The camo-marks on her legs were joined by scuffs and tears begin to show in her jungle-green leotard.

They pulled from the centre of the blazing courtyard to the shaded workout area. The few locked down workout-stations had more criminals leaning on them and pressed against the walls were metal pews. Right in the corner there was a door inside and for a second Cammy hoped there might be a warden inside there. Someone who would realise she was a fighter for justice that had no place in gen pop with sadistic men who looked determined to break her.

“Help! HELP!”

“Nobody’s coming to help you bitch.”

A savage kick to the side put her flat to the ground again and she could feel her assailants boot on her bare ass. To sinister chuckles, she felt him wiggle his foot to make her barely covered cheeks jiggle enticingly.

“She’s still got all that cake huh.”

“The cunt took me down years ago and I never forgot that ass.”

“Not just cake. This whore has the whole bakery.”

She rolled over, groaning, as the shadows of men fell over her.

“Don’t…”

Was all she managed before being pulled up from under her arms to see the array of guys lining the walls. They filled the benches completely with the first man unzipping himself right in front of her. Cammy knew that this was the inevitable punishment they would put her through, she just hoped there might have been more of a build-up. A harsh kick between her shoulder blades punted her forward and she collapsed into the lap of some leering, Caribbean trafficker.

‘I have no strength here. They could have just beat me to death out on the quad. They want me… for my body. This is the only way to survive here. Survive, endure, and find a chance to escape. Prioritize the mission and get home…’

Cammy’s shuddering breath blew waves of cool air across the dark cock rapidly hardening next to her face. With some scraped-together resolution, she looked up at the first man with blue eyes filled with hatred, then took his cock into her mouth.

“Oh shiiiiit, she’s doing it already. I knew she wanted it all along. Why would would the pretty white girl choose a job where she meets so many guys like us!”

Resisting the urge to bite on this asshole’s prick, she wrapped her lips onto his tool and give a prim blowjob, only managing a handful of inches back and forth.

“Upper crust girlie doesn’t know how to treat a man. Let me show you.”

A dinner-plate sized hand impacted the back of Cammy’s head and she was forced down to the hilt, her eyes widening in shock and skewing in wild directions as he cut of her air supply instantly. His grip on her skull pulled her back.

“Glu-gguuuauahhhhhh~”

Her mouth split open wetly as she gulped air, just enough time for a single breath before she was being pushed back down to that black cock again. The man used her throat to lather his dick in sloppy wads of her spit. His cruel shaft hit the back of her throat each time, making her stomach contract as she swallowed the gag reflex and spat up more ropey saliva.

His pace made more glottal, nasty noises spurts form her mouth as his repeated oral thrusts spread the slime from her lips everywhere across her face, smearing her mascara, laying trails of golden hair across her forehead as they got stuck there with gluey spit, filling her desperate eyes with tears and redness as his throating assault only got faster and more brutal.

She didn’t remember this particular criminal or when she put him away, but every day since his frustration had clearly been building and the months and years that went by only cemented Cammy as the single target for his rage and lust. And now his unworthy cock was plundering her plummy face consequence free. Cammy felt him press her face deeper than ever into his crotch, holding him there with both hands.

“IMMA CUMMING BIIIITCH!!”

Cammy thrashed fruitlessly for air, her arms battering the rugged legs of her rapist to no effect. Clenching her eyes, tears dropped wetly down her cheeks as she felt the first spurts of cum lashing the back of her throat as his whole cock surged with heat. She was forced to kneel as this human trash used her elite body to make his cock cum, every indignity of prison life paid back to her in concentrated blasts of thick semen.

The dark fog was closing in on the sides of her vision when he finally released her and she could spit up the whole length of his dark snake in one humiliating gasp.

“Gwaaauuuuaappp”

She was down to all fours again, the acridly bitter taste of his cum boiling the tastebuds to the back of her tongue as she repeatedly spat on the floor.

“Aww soldier girl doesn’t like the taste.”

“Maybe she will prefer mine.”

A heavy East European accent made her look to the man sat next to the first. Bald with crossed scars on his jaw, she remembered a mugshot from a drug pusher ring. And beyond him were a forest of legs, every man lined up, cocks bulging, open already or being slowly jerked off as they prepared to watch her one-woman show. Her throat was about to become entertainment for the whole prison.

The druglord pulled her over by the scruff of her costume then pulled the neck sharply forward. Cammy let out an involuntary moan as the tight camel-toe of her pussy mound was squeezed even more in the green fabric, much to the cheers of the assembled men. He then pulled it again, watching as her teeth gritted as she felt it flossing her traitorously puffy pussy lips, labia starting to weep as she was forced to grind on the bunched up spandex.

He then shook her to each side, watching as the fabric punched up in the middle of her chest, finally releasing her titties to either side. Marbled mounds topped by peachy-pink nipples, her chest looked so flawlessly innocent that suddenly her mouth was no longer top of the menu. Cammy was pulled forward and her boobs easily devoured the eight inches of lust pointing towards her.

“Work those funbags slut.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts scumbag. I’ll get out and make your life hell.”

Despite her words, she bounced her body up and down, caressing his dick with her chest and burying every inch of his hardness inside her generous cleavage. She pushed her arms in to increase the pressure even more as his greasy cock stained her uniform with trails of precum.

Even though making her deepthroat was a more direct humiliation, having to look her enemies in the eye as she made them cum with her body had a different kind of appeal that some mean preferred. As this thug got closer to cumming he grabbed her titties himself and with sadistic, nipple-twisting hands he jerked himself of with rapid strokes, using her tits like an onahole while she knelt there like excess meat.

“Take. My. Six. Years. Of. Cum. BIIIITCH!”

He yelled as his prick erupted, flying arcs of semen to rain down on her like an enemy airstrike. The jizz sizzled on her cheeks before it lost composure to melt into the spit-streaked mess of her visage, adding to her whorish appearance.

Cammy worked the line for hours, each man choosing his preference between gagging her haughty lips with his bock or letting her breasts do the work and disgracing her face with another set of nasty cumropes.

By the time the sun was setting, she was an unrecognisable mess of spit and cum, oxygen starved and babbling about how she was going to escape and double every one of their sentences.

--

The semen-stained Cammy was dragged inside the humid, grey-block prison building, pulled by her twintails until she reached the shower block. Tiles lined with mould and drains trailing lines of suspect stains showed the age and disrepair of one of the worst prisons in the country.

She was hauled directly under one of the shower heads of the communal wash area and her handler pulled the creaking mechanism down firmly, blasting ice-cold water over her.

“AAAAuhugghh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh”

She screamed then crawled up, prone and shivering under the stream, glad to be rid of her layer of stinking cum and the chance to shed some tears in the anonymity of the falling water. All too soon she heard the mechanism shut off and more men appear to fill space in the room.

“Bitch is gonna learn today.”

Every man around her was now naked. The ebony shaft of some African-accented individual hung almost to the floor and he was the first to take charge. With one hand he held her up like a hunting trophy to the rest of the men, then with a grand sweep of his other arm, ripped the remnants of her leotard off her body. More cheers of approval and suddenly her English rose was being plucked, petal by petal by every arm within reach. Middle-easten arms-dealers, Yazuka businessmen, Cartel officers. All vied for handfuls of her nude body, pinching, groping, clasping where they could. But the African kept his grip strong, staking his claim.

“When you arrested me I had a harem of forty women who attended my every need.”

Cammy’s eyes widened in fear as his cock started rising between her legs until she could feel the insanely thick shaft slapping against her hairless pussy.

“But now there’s only you.”

His hands gripped her under the knees and easily held her up. She was helpless to stop his prick line itself up to the quivering pink butthole buried deep in her mounds of jiggling battle-hardened assmeat.

“Please…”

One last appeal to any goodness in their hearts. But it didn’t exist. With a roaring laugh the African pulled her down with all of his strength, spearing his cock into her unimaginably tight butt with no warning. Cammy’s pupils shrank to tiny pinpricks as she felt almost two foot of warlord cock stretching her gigantic cheeks apart. Her hole protested to its best ability at the invader, clenching and suckling at the shaft deliciously. The more his cock penetrated the more pressure he scraped the sides of her insides with, bumping those secret buttslut erogenous zones.

‘So much cock!~’

An insertion that overwrote her discipline, a cock that was big enough to rub all her weakest points, even when in the wrong hole. As he pulled her to sit herself right in his lap, ass fully impaled, her pupils changed again this time widening to massive circles. The crown laughed and pointed at her face taking on an ignominious expression with her eyes crossing and her tongue lapping at air.

“Fuck she wants it bad.”

Holding his new bitch in a full nelson, arms threaded under her legs and palms holding the back of her head, the African unleashed himself. Pounding thrusts like war-drums, battering her body up and down his cock, spit flying from her tongue in unbidden moans. He rocked her so fast her twintails whipped like livewires.

“Oh. My. God. You. Brute.”

He just laughed and hooked her mouth with a spare finger, slurring her attempt at words.

“Nggggghghh Filth like you has no right to be so good at FUCCKING MY ARSE!”

With even more frenzied strokes, her pussy capitulated completely.

“Oh GOOOAAWD~~ FUCKKKKK”

Squirting so hard it sounded like a shower had been turned on, Cammy gave the crowd a show as her cunt ejected a jetwash of aroused spray, her clam slit clenching and begging for mercy as her ass continued to take the beating of a lifetime.

“Someone plug that leak!”

The African quipped and a ripple of laughter moved across the room. One heavily tattooed cartel enforced took up his offer through, his own weaponized cock ready. The African let Cammy go, allowing her upper body to fall forward into the latino criminal. His cock was ready, diving right into her soaked pussy.

“ooohhhhhhh fuuuuuuccccckkk~”

Cammy gave herself over to the double penetration. Criminal cocks jostling for position inside her, making visible dents on her skins as they ravaged her insides without mercy. Both holes were re-shaped with a thin line of stressed skin separating them, packing in swarthy snakes who were hunting her the last parts of her honour. Twin-stroke thrusts rippling her ass-meat like jello and inflicting more layered orgasms that travelled down her patterned thighs in trembling impacts.

She couldn't handle this. And when they were done a hundred more would follow. These men were going to break her over and over again.

“I’M CUMMINnnngggg~”

She squealed, holes waving a white flag as they clenched around her assaulter’s weapons.

“Oh fuccck your cocks are too bi-ick!”

She was cut off as the African took her loose twintails and looped them around her neck, pulling tight. Cammy’s orgasm surged in intensity as she felt them steal her oxygen away. The special agent was so used to danger and adrenaline. She never realised the same feelings would allow her to cum like this. Her body thrashed inside, trying to milk the cocks fast enough to be allowed to breath again. Then men had no way to hold back when her hungry cunt and asshole devoured every inch of them and greedily demanded their back up cum.

Together they released inside her, sending their cocks to heaven inside their new favourite warden. Degrading, oatmeal-thick blasts of cum flooded into her. The tightness on her throat increased as the man behind her pulled even harder in his excess. The man in front dug his selfish hands into her hard nipples, deforming her breasts as he unloaded within her.

Her brain ascended, orgasm throttling her light-headed senses. Darkness crept into he sides of her vision. This might be her final reward, and her death sentence…

“Leave some of her for the rest of us.”

A voice called out and the warlord grinned, releasing his chokehold on Cammy’s hair braids.

“PuuuuuuuWWWaaahhhhhhhh!”

She gasped the humid bathroom air like it was nectar, coming off a brain-ruining orgasm to the reality of her situation again. The next two men stepped forward for a turn with her holes.

--

“Looks like the bitch got all dirty again.”

Cammy lay broken, inch deep puddle of solidifying cum around her, slowly oozing it’s way to one of the drains in the floor. Every incarcerated cock had his choice of her holes by now and there wasn’t an inch of her skin not disgraced by their cum.

“I know how to clean her off.”

One of the last in the crowd pulled his satisfied cock out and gave a satisfied sigh, letting a stream of piss fall from his prick onto the fucked-silly soldier-girl.

Psssssssssshhhhhhh

The warm stream stirred Cammy. She moaned whorishly, opening her mouth and making her tongue into a target for him. Her mindbroken state accepted his piss willingly and her light blue eyes were irresistible to the rest of the men. The encircled her and soon she was the centrepiece of a piss fountain, swallowing mouthfuls of dark-yellow urine, the prisons newest urinal.

--

After every man had taken their enjoyment from her body, Cammy was chained to a stake in the ground outside, naked and exposed to the sun. For hours she was left there like an abused dog, able to hear the laughter and cheering of the men sitting in the shade, smoking, gambling on dice games and the clink of beer glasses.

She was beginning to think they might be done with her and would just leave her to the exposure when she spotted a lone figure crossing the divide with something in hand.

‘Food. Water.’

She barely dared to hope.

She didn’t know the man when he arrived, some petty crook scooped up in a long forgotten operation.

He dropped his satchel in front of her, a bag slightly opened allowing to see the contents. What looked like a water balloon filled with the most vile concoction of mottled, yellow wormy blobs of slime. It was tied at the top and looked almost about to burst.

“This is dinner. You know how many years we’ve been thinking about you? Jerking off, saving it up. Well now you get to pay.”

She realised what she was looking at. A condom filled with the stroked-out jizz of some random degenerate prisoner, tugged from the same violating cocks she had been serving. Even before she arrived, their fantasies of her had been harvesting wad after wad of gruel-thick cock vomit.

“We have years of these stocked up. Rotting away, just waiting. And now you’re here to chew through the lot. Don’t worry, we can save some of the nastiest looking loads for special occasions. Like a fiiine vintage.”

It was clear how much delight this twisted fuck was taking in the idea of Cammy having to consume decades of solidified ball-waste. He was prepared to wait until she gave in. As the day got hotter, any sort of moisture was going to be valuable. And when her stomach screamed for food, criminal cum-sludge was her only answer.

--

“Poor little Cammy. We worked out that the combined prison time of those she helped put away added up to 814 life sentences. So once she has served that we might think about letting her out.”

The Ringmaster span his tophat on a single finger then flicked up to land on his head.

“Those Street Fighter girls got flattened as soon as they arrived didn’t they? Well we still have two fighters left to debut. Let’s meet them next…”

Chapter Text

“I’ll show you a real kunoichi!”

“Mugen-Tenshin won’t be surpassed.”

Friendly rivals turned into serious competitors, both ninja women prepared to face each other.

“Despite hailing from different worlds, it looks like our next two beauties know each other folks.”

The Ringmaster feigned listening to an earpiece while relaying the fighters’ history together.

Mai batted herself with her fan, rolling her weight across both legs and leaning forward just enough to get her pendulous breasts moving in a hypnotic sway. The backless red-sash outfit dived into deep cleavage that put her at an advantage against any male fighter. But the refined, stoic redhead opposite her gave no indications of distraction.

“I wish we could avoid this fight. But it seems we cannot…”

Kasumi uttered with sadness in her voice. Mai didn’t break her bouncing when replying.

“Then let’s dance with the flame and leave no regrets.”

Her fan snapped shut and she span forward, both arms out to her sides. She twirled gracefully with her hair and dress tailing her motions. Her wrists flickered then ignited with fiery power. Like a flaming tornado she struck Kasumi, who recoiled at the heat, dancing backwards with her soft straw shoes.

The blue ninja put her arms behind her then threw them both forward, calling the wind to extinguish Mai’s fire. The icy air snuffed her flames but she opened her fan to parry the blast of air. The women then struck like snakes, biting with kicks, chipping away with arm blows far stronger than their dainty appearance would suggest. Kasumi had to jump to avoid the large orb Mai kept rotating around her body while Mai had to work to her limit to keep up with the other girl’s speed.

One jab from Kasumi and Mai was ready to punish it, striking her fan into the unguarded underarm causing the youngster to flinch. The red-costumed woman capitalized, powering her hips upwards to wrap Kasumi’s face, rotating her neck across the softness in her thighs then flicking her at the edges of her ankles, using her whole leg-length as a lever to smash the other against the floor.

“Gyaaaaaaaaa~!

She couldn’t help but yelp as she crashed into the floor, rolling over and over to the other side of the arena. She regain composure to see Mai bearing down on her again, but forced her body up into a leg sweep that took the brunette off her feet. Kasumi hesitated, touching her wakizashi, before deciding to simply lay into Mai’s stomach with a powerful chopping strike.

“Ugugh!”

Her lips flew up as her tummy was pressed into the ground, stone dust rising around the impact. Mai’s body flared up just to ward off further strikes, then she pressed her hands together, two fingers pointing up on each hand, and cried out. Kasumi retreated further as a firestorm whirled around Mai.

The flames receded and Mai was up again, fans flashing and she flicked one towards her in a ‘Come at me.’ gesture. The other ninja smiled grimly, knowing they would both have to give their all now. Kasumi whipped her limbs at her rival. Both ninja schools had their secret strikes on display, Mai’s burning with passion and Kasumi’s cutting the air like blades. The redhead shifted gear, using her teleportation ability to throw herself around. She could utilise it in a single limb, blinking her fists forward, bypassing Mai’s blocks. The other woman could hit harder but she would have no chance to respond to her attacks which came faster and from more directions than should have been physically possible.

A gale of cherry blossoms with the blue ninja riding them was overwhelming Mai with a thousand cuts whittling at her lifebar. She butt bounced Kasumi away and she would be back instantly from another direction with an elbow to her throat or a knee to the back of her head. Mai summoned fire again but even as the cherry blossoms ignited in Mai’s firestorm, Kasumi endured.

Like she was channelling the north wind, Kasumi knelt into a powerful strike putting both fists together into Mai’s stomach. The other woman gasped silently, spittle flying from her mouth as it felt like Kasumi had delivered a cannonball directly at her midriff.

She just had the chance to hear the ringing announcement of ‘K.O.’ before hitting the ground and being engulfed in blackness.

--

Mai Shiranui kept her eyes closed when she regained consciousness, a trait of her ninja training to assess everything before letting captors know she was awake. She was upright, strangely, and her limbs were all bent backwards, immobile and strangely warm. She had been allowed to keep clothes as far as her sling-like attire but none of her accompaniments or fans were on her. Mai shifted a little to see how secure her bindings were and felt a weird spasm in what held her, totally unlike ropes or chains. And the heat surrounding her was also making the air hot and humid, even the wall behind her seemed to be sweating.

She tried to let in a sliver of light but the shock of her surroundings instantly made her eyelids fly open wide. She was hung partway up a wall with arms and legs engulfed in a wall of flesh that stretch as far to all sides as she could see. The room was dark and steamy, she couldn’t make out either a far wall or a ceiling. She struggled to get her arms out of the strange surface of meat they were trapped in, but every time she pulled the contraction of the wall of muscle held her tight. She tried to arch her body away from the sweaty substance but this held her in a stress position she couldn’t maintain and her soft ass plapped back onto the wall wetly. Her efforts were also heaving her chest about as they came closer to spilling out of their slings, enhanced jiggling getting made slipper by the hot, damp air coating them in moisture.

“Heeeeeelllllppp.”

She yelled but her voice sounded oddly flat here, without any resonance or echo. As soon as she made a noise though she saw a ripple travel outward from her in the wall like a water droplet hitting a still surface. The steam retreated in front of her eyes and then she could see something that made her stomach flip in fear.

On the equally fleshy floor in front of her were rows and rows of bumpy egg-like protrusions. The size of pumpkins and covered in an odd, gnarled surface of skin, something about them made Mai skin crawl. The ominous X-slit marks on the top of each also gave her an intuitive reaction of disgust.

The more time she got to watch them, the more she noticed the occasional kick from within them, usually setting off a chain reaction in the cluster as other eggs kicked back. The condensation was particularly dense on them with each surface slowly sweating as moisture beaded then streaked across the surface.

“Please… I don’t understand…”

Mai called out again, to no response. She clenched her fist deep within the wall and tried to summon the fire. Usually calling it up with her limbs in such a narrow space would only cause herself some damage, but she didn’t have much to lose at this point. Her skills were in fighting and she was trapped. Her other skills were about seduction, but there was nothing resembling a human male around to try that on either. The Shiranui-style ninja flames tried to spark in her fingers.

Crack!

“AAAUUUUUGHHHH!!”

The wall clenched in protest to her fire and she felt it twist her arm, breaking the bone like a twig.

“AAAUUUGHH! IT HUUURTS!”

Too distracted by the pain in her arm, Mai didn’t notice the wall grow a tiny stinger at the small of her back and inject the top of her ass with a dark green fluid. What she did notice however was the instant reduction in pain, shooting from her core right to the limb and nullifying the feeling. She blinked away the tears that had started to course down her face at the sudden agony and stare, horrified, as she felt her lower-arm twist back to its normal position, wrist slot into place and skin and bone stitch itself together, all quickly and painlessly. The feeling of numbness retreated and she could wiggle her fingers a little under the surface of the wall.

Whatever controlled this biological nightmare, it made it clear to Mai.

‘We can break you, we can fix you, and then we can break you again. Don’t try anything.’

--

Mai hung there for what felt like days, but with no way of measuring time she couldn’t know for sure. She made no further attempts at escape, figuring her chance would come when, inevitably, something changed. One thing she had noted was she felt no urges from hunger or thirst, or any other bodily function aside from sleep and sweating through the sauna like conditions. Whatever the wall was, it handled nutrition and waste through some regulating membrane process. Mai figured that this meant she was here for the long haul.

It took a while to figure out but the eggs were also growing, slowly but enough to be notable. The were rising higher in front of her and the cross-shaped openings were starting to strip back a little as they engorged.

It was when they started making a slick, creaking noise that Mai knew they were about to hatch. With a spritz of light-green mist, the top of an egg began to peel, viscous strands of mucus connecting the segments as they curled away from each other like a vile flower opening.

Mai took shuddering breaths as she prepared for whatever monster was about to be born from that casing. Two, three, five, spindly legs waved from within before the being found purchase on the outside edge and pulled itself over the rim of it’s former home.

“What… the… hell…”

The spunky ninja was for once completely lost for words. It looked like a cross between a crab, a spider and a tick. A bony-sinewy body unlike any insect from earth in the middle of eight thin legs. No sign of eyes or any other features, the majority of it’s centre was taken up by a semi-see-through pouch which was filled with glittering orbs. Through the opaque surface they looked like multi-coloured golfballs covered in a clear jelly. Mai had nothing but dread in her insides looking at the thing. A thick, scaly tail whipped the air around it as it tried to feel out the immediate area. The kunoichi held her breath, thinking that if it didn’t have eyes then she might have a chance to hide her presence.

The bug skittered off its hatched egg and Mai lost sight of it in the maze of valleys made between each egg that comprised the nest. She let the air in her lungs out in a gentle a hiss as she could, eyes scanning for movement. The pulsating eggs caught her eye multiple times but it was just the continued movements of the other creatures yet to hatch.

She had began to believe the critter had simply scurried away from her completely when the bug’s questing leg reached out and dragged itself across her silky thigh.

“Aaiiiiii-eeeekkkkk!”

Mai squirmed in instant horror as she looked down to see it climbing the wall towards her, followed by a second one just behind it. She shook her head rapidly.

“No… N-no! Not like this… NoNoNoNo!”

Her insides were writhing as the bugs inched closer, their horrible legs making advances against her pure yamoto-nadeshiko tier skin. They looked even worse this close, slimy-plates of chitin covering the top with distressingly raw looking sinew stretched between sections, and an undersized filled with motion but thankfully unseen in the light. Mai held onto everything she learnt from her clans ninja manual to put her imagination to the back of her mind. Concentrate on the facts of what was actually happening. She could handle being touched by some big spider right?

Just then one of the bugs hopped onto her thigh completely and she could feel a wriggling, tendril-filled inspection from the undercarriage of the creature.

“No! NO! No way. Get me out, get me ooooouuuuuttt!”

She went to summon fire, aiming to burn every bug and egg around her but a warning clench of the wall stopped her hand. Instead she just closed her eyes and winced, emitting a high pitched whine as both of them started crawling up her body.

They got closer to her crotch and she tried to pull her legs in as tight as she could pressing her thighs to dissuade them. Their legs waved around her a bit, but seemed confounded by cloth, the scrap of dress she had making a barrier between them.

So the bugs continued, reaching the sash around her midriff. Another barrier was too much and both of them made a great deal of picking at the ribbon with sharp tweezering legs until they snipped through it. The black band fell from her, and with it the rest of her dress loosened. The bugs had no problem pulling it enough for gravity to do the rest and her body was revealed.

Without the iconic red hammocks holding them, Mei’s breasts dropped down and seemed even more massive that what imagination filled in the blanks with. The ripest fruit and overflowing jugs came to mind, as did noticing that the blushy nipples hung level to her succulent bellybutton. The bug’s wasted no time in exploring her fat titty softness and no matter how much Mei shook herself she couldn’t dislodge their grippy legs from her chestmeat.

Whatever they had been looking for on her body, her tits told them that they had found it. Under each bug was two manipulator mandibles and a recessed hole that was slowly engorging into a meaty tube with a tennis-ball sized opening. Tiny, pinching proboscis made for the peachy areola, sizing up the plump, doughy nipples capping each one and then inserting themselves like syringes into the tip of each.

“What are you doing to my breasts!? You vile… ngh~”

She felt the mandibles extend far below the surface of her skin and as they passed through the nipple they seemed to ignite the millions of nerve endings within her teats with pleasure. She was forced into a nipplegasm from having her boob sensitivity awoken. Each breast had a bug focussed entirely on piercing her nipple with the rest of her melon-sized mammary was clutched closely by the creature with all of its hugging legs.

With the proboscises fully dug in, Mai felt them start to pull them sideways with a mind-melting burst of pleasure. With her nipples penetrated, the twin needles began to separate, opening up her breast and creating a wider hole leading right into her bosom. It was this that the fleshy tube, the creatures ovipositor, began to seek out. Mai grit her teeth as the wider her nipples were forced, the more sensation her now extremely sensitive breast had to cope with. She was on the verge of cumming again just from being gaped like this. The suggestion of having an insertion there was just too much!

But those ovipositors found her nipple holes, and burrow inside they did. Mai tensed her body at the skin-crawling feeling. Less than an inch of penetration but with the modifications she had gone through it felt like her erogenous zones were being scraped, orgasmically raw feeling shooting across her breasts. A drip from her pussy fell from between her legs hit wetly on the flesh floor. She was far too busy learning how to cum from her amazing breasts to notice, but that arousal was instantly soaked into the surface and a larger egg at the back of the nest began to open…

“P-please… Noooo- Nuuuooohhhh~”

The ovipositors began to rotate, drilling themselves deeper with turns that rubbed Mai in all the most sinful ways. They socketed her breasts until the bugs were clenched right over and the sack of orbs they carried with them suddenly quivered. Like watching a gatcha-machine deliver a colourful ball, Mai stared in horror as the insides of the bug were just translucent enough to make out when one of the orbs inside dropped into the undercarriage of the beast and then she could feel its progress through the insectoid body by the indentation she could feel on her breast.

“Stoooopppp. I can feel it puuuuumping. Nyuuuoooooo~”

Undeterred by her pleading, the egg travelled through the bug’s body, into the fleshy ovipositor and through the erect tube. If the feeling of it squishing her breast was intense, it was nothing to when she started to feel it being forced through her nipple. Like a sick remix of giving birth, Mai Shiranui’s world-class body was about to become the nursery for a vile alien insect starting with her oversized, mouthwateringly perfect breasts. Her pussy squirted itself silly as her stretched nipple flesh was forced to widen even more to match capacity to the soft oval payload. Even though the hard inner sphere of the egg was coated in a slimy, rubbery outer layer to help it push through, it was still far more than a human breast was ever meant to handle. Without the bug’s injection, Mai would have been screaming in pain. Instead she was sobbing in multiple-layered nipplegasms as she felt the egg finally push through and with a pop of relief she felt it somehow make space inside her sloshy milk jugs.

Her ordeal was only starting, as the next egg was already being prepped. The bug on her other breast had also caught up and began to deliver it’s own orb. Mai bit her lip sharply as she tried to calculate the sizes of the massive clutches on both of the creatures, before twin breast orgasms ripped through her and made her lose count.

The laying process only sped up from there, with both bugs chaining their deliveries with the ovipositors carrying a large line of constant eggs at all times. The final, stretching, shameful defilement of her nipples simply became the strokes of her degradation, eggs blending into each other as both of her tits got larger and larger from the excess mass. What started out as ideal funbags were growing into beachball-sized egg cradles, expanded and lumped from the distribution of ovoids within.

Mai prayed that once the bugs were empty she might come up with a plan to purge her body of the rot within, or at least be able to rest. But once their egg sacks were empty, they jumped off her body and skittered away only to be replaced by more bugs hatching and their egg-filled bodies now crawling towards her.

“No… Not again. It’s too much, they won’t fit any more.”

That was something only the bugs would decide. Mai came again when her next set of bug twins took up residence on her breasts and began to pump even more into her, their instinct to empty inside her not deterred by the fact she was already carrying multitudes.

It was then she noticed a different bug, slowly creeping from a few rows back. Larger, wider, thicker-shelled. Rather than skirting the gaps, it stepped over the crest of each egg then waved its arms like a cheer. Mai wanted to sob when she saw the proudly displayed underside of this one. Every hollow of it’s body was crowded with eggs, it carried easily ten times its smaller siblings. And as if that was not enough it had two snakelike ovipositors ready and swaying, tasting the air for the same scent that had summoned it. Mai’s pussy.

The Alpha bug leapt from the closest egg right onto Mai’s thigh and its weight banged her against the wall, her bug-covered breasts sloshing heavily. The Alpha bug moved to her crotch and she tried to close her legs together.

“Not there… No, no, nononono.”

It was too powerful for her, using heavy lobster-like claws to spread her legs apart and line itself up to to her. Its ovipositors were more than just tubular tentacles, these had weaving musculature and dexterity. Together they pushed past her soaked holes, one in her pussy and the other forcing entry on her tight asshole.

“Nyoooooo~ Not there. You’ll ruin me as a woman. Nngg-NGGGaaAHHHH~”

Her tight ring was spread just as forcefully as her nipples were. These alien creatures didn’t care which hole was supposed to be used for reproduction. They would just use it all. The Alpha bug blasted his eggs like spitting watermelon seeds, three at a time with a squirt of lube to power-wash them into her. The ovipositor in her pussy scraped itself to her cervix and took aim to fill her up too.

The egg-spraying cocks shot off alternately, first her ass then her pussy. Each blast was like a depth charge in her erogenous zones, a blast of pressure she could feel quaking her entire body. It resonated her clit, her nipples, and every egg already inside clattered like sex-beads within her.

PSSSHK-PSSSSSHK!

PSSSHK-PSSSSSHK!

PSSSHK-PSSSSSHK!

Her holes were getting double-tapped by the alpha and she could see he had enough egg storage to batter her womb and insides for hours. She looked down as her breasts continued to grow as the second set of bugs finished laying and were replaced by yet another pair. The more they pumped, the stronger the pleasure she felt. She was going to lose her mind here, driven to orgasm by being an alien species infested brood-mare.

Her teeth grit and her body took another orgasm. It rocked through her and the reverb of eggs held in her gave aftershocks of pleasure unlike anything she had experienced. A single word arrived unbidden in her head.

‘Mother.’

It was sick. It was obscene. It was contemptible. But it was true. She was going to be mother to these eggs. She was their nursery, their crèche. And in return she was going to be flooded with an endless amount of pleasure. All she had to give in return was all of her holes and all of her dignity. What good were either to her in a place like this. What good would escape do for her now. If she managed the impossible and escaped, could she return to her old life after carrying a brood of uncountable insects in her body

There was an itch in her hair and a spare bug was crawling down from the ceiling towards her. Mai cast her eyes up and opened her mouth, tongue out and moaning.

“P-please… kill.. me…”

The vibrations were enough for the bug to home in on her lips and she quickly got his ovipositor into her mouth.

‘Pump it into me, choke me on these eggs. Don’t make me carry these creatures…’

She felt the first egg pass her throat and on reflex she gulped it down into her stomach. She shook her head, knowing she only had so many chances. The eggs piled in, forming a train down her gullet and expanding her body yet again. Her already outrageous body looking pregnant with litters of babies was growing from the eggs finding space in her stomach. With enough swallowed they might even meet the clutch given via her ass somewhere in the middle of her body and she would have every spare inch given over to alien spawn.

Getting desperate, Mai hitched her throat and tried to manipulate an egg into jumping sideways. With a strangled squawk she felt her air-hole meet the sticky surface of the ovoid, completely sealing her breathing. She begged for release even as the bugs flooded her body was pleasure. Erotic asphyxiation was surging in overdrive in her nerves as the darkness closed in and she thought she had found an escape from this personal hell…

--

Mai woke up like a bolt of lightning had passed through her. Her scrambled mind pieced together the last thing she remembered, choking on an alien egg stuck in her windpipe. The ovipositor was still in her mouth and her belly was swollen beyond any normal pregnancy. Even if her limbs were freed now, Mai would be stuck like a turtle, resting on her own gravid body, womb and stomach stuffed the max capacity.

‘No! No! No! It didn’t work!? How!?’

She tried to take a breath and found she couldn’t. Rather the ovipositor in her mouth had lengthened to bypass her windpipe entirely and lay in her like a hose pissing more eggs directly into her stomach. Despite this she had no urgency to breathe. The same function that the wall used to manage nutrition and waste had now adapted to respiration and oxygenating her blood directly. No more easy escapes and no limits to how much her body could be used for egg laying.

--

After every bug had filled her, the final few eggs fused to the floor hatched into little cleaner-drone type insects, who ignored Mai completely and began to work, clearing away the empty egg casings and taking them to some distant depository in the gloom. The ninja was left suspended, feeling like a bag of marbles with occasional pussy clenching orgasms when her breasts, womb or tummy quaked as the beings inside her twitched. Once the space in front of her was clear again, the cleaner bugs stood and waited. Her own audience for the inevitable birthing.

--

“I’m sure all that ninja training is going to make her a great mother. Let’s congratulate Mei everyone!”

The Ringmaster clapped mockingly as the arena's screens showed her fate to the unseen audience.

“Well we started with eight and now only four remain. Get ready for the semi finals folks, these girls have seen nothing yet.”

Chapter Text

“Looks like this might be a fun fight.”

Tina flicked her hat as she stepped into the area, Android 21 floating past the threshold on the other side.

“Your power level is pitiful. I don’t know how you managed to get past the first round but it would spare you a lot of pain to forfeit now.”

Tina grinned at the cyborgs arrogance, thumbing her bra straps and snapping them back to her shoulders, jiggling her massive, patriotic titties in their American flag cups.

“Oh yeah? I’d wager you’re bluffin’. But keep talkin’, it’ll be funnier when you get your shit rocked.”

The Ringmaster cracked his whip between the feuding beauties and raised his hand, ready to call a start to the bout.

“Save it for the ring ladies. I want to see some real desperation out there. You’ve had a chance to see what happens if you fall. Now… FIGHT!”

Android 21 knew the boy was right. Whatever world they were trapped in seemed sealed off dimensionally from her own. If her genius intellect couldn’t penetrate the reality of this tournament, she didn’t think the whooping wrestler girl opposite her would have a chance. Tina was approaching, hand to her belt and rolling her hips in an exaggerated sway, pointing finger guns into the ‘crowd’ and hyping herself up. 21 didn’t trust the Ringmaster for a second, but currently she didn’t have a plan other than just progress to the next round.

Forming a ball of ki in her had, she figured being against Tina would basically be a free victory. Everything she had analysed about her opponent said she was a regular, human woman. Stronger than the average, but nothing to the fighters from her world. Instead of aiming at Tina 21 blasted energy straight up, watching it leave the confines of the floating island they fought on and continue into the void. She had expected it to hit some kind of barrier. With a furtive look to the Ringmaster observing on his floating stone podium, Android 21 took flight.

“Hey, are you ignoring me?! No fair!”

Tina yelled after her, but the redhead couldn’t care less. Increasing her speed, a white aura coated her like a shooting star as she zoomed off into the sky. She turned to see if there was anything coming after her, but only the lone floating island was behind her, getting smaller by the second. Perhaps she was not as trapped here as she had thought.

‘There must be something else out here. I just have to find it.’

Pzzzasssh

21 suddenly felt like a shepherd’s crook had hooked around her navel and pulled her backwards. She landed ass-first on the ground of the arena again, dazed, legs spread out and glasses diagonal on her face.

“There’y’re bitch!”

While she was still confused, a solid bar of Tina’s arm flew in from the side and connected with the side of her head. 21 was thrown sideways, cybernetic brain chips shaking in her skull and scuffing her labcoat to shreds as she slid across the arena.

“Don’t try to escape again 21. Do it again and I can just count it as a Ring Out and disqualify you.”

The Ringmaster looked equally bored and disappointed at her.

“I’ve tipped the scales between your strengths too. Don’t give me a reason to tip them further”

Android 21 shook her head head, leaving her labcoat on the floor and stood up. No wonder that strike seemed to knock her around so much. She watched as Tina played to the crowd some more. Pinching her glasses, 21 watched as her opponents power level crept up. By her analysis, the more sex appeal and bravado the showboating woman gave them, the stronger she got.

‘Hmph. Fine. If those are the rules here, then so be it.’

She brought forth her Majin power, not only for the boost in fighting ability, but the wardrobe change. Her dress dissolved as her body changed, turning into airy, white harem pants and a bust-hugging black tube top across her chest. Her pink skin popped against the monochrome clothes and the golden bands on her waist and wrists shone with eye-catching glamour. She made a show of stretching herself out, shaking her pure white hair and raising her arms, making sure everyone could see all of her demonic skin from the flirty underarms, down to her tight midriff.

“You’re not the only one with a slutty wardrobe, human.”

She called out to Tina, already feeling stronger from showing more of her body. The other woman grinned, tossing aside her hat and sizing her up, fist to hips and straining the latch on her bikini top as she measure her chest as having the edge over 21’s bubblegum balloons.

“You got some style at least. No more tricks though. Let’s really do this.”

Majin 21 crashed at Tina, going for a knockout blow to the cowgirl’s jaw. She saw her head start to twist. But the deeper her punch got the more she felt resistance. Somehow the blonde was stubbornly fighting against the blow rather than rolling with the punch.

The pain of her hard sell only amped Tina up more. She took the surprise in 21 and launched her own fist in an uppercut into the woman’s stomach. Spittle and shock blasted from her face as she collapsed backwards before recovering into a backflip.

‘This is… ultra ego?!’

The scientist had no idea how this mortal was channelling a technique of the gods, but she clearly had powered up from eating her hit. She squared up again. Her arm coated in ki, she used it like a sword to hammer at Tina’s limbs and bring down her reach. Each time the strike met skin it seared her with pain but the wrestler fought through it. Tina had no problem with taking hits to make a better show.

‘This uppity alien asked me to forfeit. She doesn’t know anything about the Armstrong family.’

Her blows got tougher on each counter attack. She struck 21’s body, hoping her cyborg-demon internals had all the same organs as hers to use as weak-spots. Her boots came down on the woman’s thrashing tail and she felt a crunch inside it.

But for all the punishment she could give, and all the power she could absorb from the hits she took, 21’s body reacted like rubber, bouncing back from strikes that should have been turning her bones into matchsticks. The white-haired woman launched her leg upwards in a kick that caught her off guard, snapping the strap between her bra cups. With a flutter of Americana, the flag bikini was ripped away. Tina’s tits emerged in a fountain of jiggle physics.

“Biiiitch!”

She responded by trying to grapple the other woman, hand closing on her tube top and ripping it off. Their bodies met, hands locked together as they tussled for control. White and pink melons smushing together in a marshmallow garden between them, their eyebrows touching as they vied for dominance.

“Just, nngghrrrh, give in.”

“Nah, I don’t pull punches.”

Tina pulled her head back and winked at 21, before she headbutted her with everything she had, breaking the other woman’s hold and staggering her back. The blonde then grabbed her by the midriff and dropped her onto a rising knee, folding her in half backwards.

“This… isn’t… possible… My calculations…”

The Majin’s voice was dizzy as she was pulled by the hair to the edge of the arena. Tina had realised all all out barrage followed by a Ring Out was her best chance after her demonic body just kept reforming and her android ki was like an infinite battery.

“Sorry Pinkie. I can’t afford to lose here.”

Tina’s boots dug into the stone as she span, throwing 21 around herself by the hair like she was a hammer, letting go at the top of her arc and sending her defeated body out of bounds and off the edge of the island.

--

When Android 21 woke up, she was back in her human form. She could feel her red hair laid out underneath her, directly on her skin. She knelt up to confirm.

‘Yep, completely naked.’

She opened azure eyes to a vibrantly green outlook, rolling hills occasionally broken up with rocky outcrops. However directly around her was a paved, square area with tiles like a chessboard of all one, grey colour. In each corner was a spire of white rock. She tapped the side of her mouth in realization.

‘I know this place. This is where the Cell Games happened. From one arena to another huh? I feel weak. I need to find something to feed on and get some strength back.’

A rumbling in the grass around the edges of the board grabbed her attention. Splitting from the ground came green, wrinkled, domed heads, squat goblin-like bodies and sinister red eyes. Shaking dirt off their bodies, they locked onto 21 and began to walk towards the arena.

‘Saibamen! Ugh such trash. I’m usually not picky about absorbing the essence of fighters but even I have my limits.’

“Guehehehehe.”

Their flat, clawed feet stepped wetly on the stone and they began to gurgle a throaty, sinister laugh. They should be mindless plant-aliens, seeded to fight with basically no intelligence. But the way they were staring at her gave 21 the urge to cover herself with her hands.

“Back filth. Before I evaporate the lot of you.”

They didn’t flinch at her words, or when she reluctantly took a hand away from covering her pussy to aim at them. She tried to draw in some ki.

‘Huh!? It’s not working?!! Shit! This is some sick joke right?’

She dropped her other hand to take up a battle stance, her perky tits falling to clap together in a meaty sound that had every Saibaman’s eyes onto her. Half a dozen encircling her on the stage with more lumps of earth twitching in the field beyond.

“Last chance.”

But they just giggled in their low, inhuman voices, looking to each other for some kind of signal.

‘I can’t summon ki. I can’t fly. What are the chances I have my normal strength?’

21 had realised things were looking grim for her. Before she had a chance to come up with a plan, the Saibamen rushed her. As she feared, her strikes against them were shrugged off without injury. She had been made defenceless.

“No! Stop! Gah, you horrible things!”

Four of the green monsters had grabbed at her and clung on with gropey hands delving deep into her pale skin. The more she tried to cover herself, the further they got up her body. One behind her got his hands into her hair and pulled until she yelped.

“Aiiii, scum! You must be kidding. Overpowered by garbage like this? I could devour you all!”

The Saibaman climbing her back wrapped his legs around her waist, pulling her hair like reigns until she was arching backwards. Enough for one of the three-foot creatures to leap and crash into her chest.

“Geeehihihihihihi.”

It chortled as it grabbed her chest in outstretched arms, ugly face getting pampered against her tits as the low level Saibaman overturned the whole paradigm of power and status. A third joined in, climbing her legs by stepping against her thighs together. 21 grimaced as she felt his tongue press flat against her slit. She was the one who was meant to conquer and devour. Now she had to deal with the revulsion of being tasted by the lowest form of grunt in the universe. She didn’t understand where her strength had gone, but surely her intellect could help her out here.

“I order you to stop! I can call for backup, I have very powerful friends.”

The greenskins stopped for a moment, struggling to put together her words. Then they all burst out laughing together.

“GEEEHIHIHIHIHI GEEEHHIHIHIH.”

Far from intimidated, another leapt at her and disabled her arms, grabbing her by the wrists and wrapping his legs around her neck to sit on her shoulders.

“Guuuuueeeughh.”

He let out a low grunt at her, and 21’s blood chilled as she remembered these creatures most infamous feature. Their self-destruction attack. All four hugging her began to hum the same tone, their limbs tightened on her. In her weakened state, their explosion could destroy her. Was that her punishment, to simply be given an ignoble death to the weakest of enemies?

As their cries rose to a climactic pitch, Android 21 shut her eyes and waited for the blast…

Sppprroooooiinnnkk

She felt no explosion, just a strange jab in a few places along with something hot and hard flopping onto her face. She opened her eyes and they immediately crossed trying to focus on the bile-green length that was going from her chin to beyond her forehead. She followed the line with her eyes slowly, unwilling to accept the most likely answer and waiting for her optical nerves to give her some kind of information that would alter her theory on what was about to happen.

The object currently sizzling on her face lead directly into the Saibaman’s crotch. The weird springy noise she had heard was it emerging from his body. And from the pressed lengths she felt in her cleavage, against her thighs and poking into her back, the other three had the same thing going on.

“Those… are… phalluses…”

Was all she managed before the monsters started chortling again and waving their cocks about like flags. As it wafted in front of her, 21 felt the heat and hardness. Despite their small size, each goblin-like alien was packing a footlong breeding tube. And the Android woman had no doubts on what they would be using them for.

“Aah!”

She moaned as the Saibaman at her chest sank his bratty teeth into her titmeat, before starting to slide his cock between her perfectly enhanced pillows. The greenskin climbing her thighs had eked out a perch by getting his legs up and around to hug her ass, just in the right place to sink his cock into her pussy. The one riding her back just had to lean back and his still cock was pointed backwards, hotdogging her ass and getting dangerously close to her tight rear hole.

And the one sitting on her shoulders had a gleam of sadism in his eyes as he waved that emerald rod threateningly, flicking towards her haughty face and smirking as she reflexively flinched away from it each time.

“Filthy xeno mongrels. You’re just living weapons. Who the hell told you to do this to me? The second I get free youuuemmpgghh~”

21’s yammering was muffled as the monster pushed his cock into her mouth in time to his siblings. She didn’t know how to compute the sensation as all of her holes were made airtight, four cocks vying to pleasure in and on her body. Especially such girthy ones.

‘This can’t be happening. I’m powerful. I’m a genius. I can’t become a cocksleeve for the weakest, most brainless trash in the galaxy!!’

She was screaming inside her head, her body fruitlessly shaking in their grip. But she couldn’t do a thing against how they held her, latched onto her like horny imps. And when their rabid thrusts picked up pace and she could feel all of their lengths puling through her body at the same time, the building pressure inside her was harder and harder to ignore.

‘Noooooo. I can’t be feeling pleasure from these things.’

A cockhead mashed into her cervix and her legs wobbled. She felt her ass distend around the shamefully thick feeling of Saibaman dick and she lost her balance, falling forward. Her tits buried the one humping at her chest and he gibbered excitedly from under her titties, enjoying the extra tightness of her body pressing her breasts together for him.

The greenskins clung to her like ticks, hammering at her holes with evil glee. 21 felt a tongue invade her belly button as an undeserving grunt slurped her midriff while stretching out her cunt in each pump. Four clawed limbs allowed the one on her back to lock in and jackhammer his whole tool into her ass, wobbling her tight buns as he ruined her backdoor forever. And the unruly hips of the one at her face mashed against her, breaking her glasses until the fell off completely, grabbing handfuls of her hair and ignoring the tears forming in her eyes as she colonised her throat with a swabbing dick that made her hitch every time she felt it hilt to her lips.

The way they ploughed into her ass and pussy at the same time was making her rational brain melt away, she couldn’t help but twirl her hips against them and scratch an itch she didn’t realise she had. Despite her power and IQ, she was still a woman. And even mating with such scum, they had undeniably juicy cocks. Her face elongated into a depraved expression of suction on the dick in her mouth. She raised quivering fingers into a hesitant peace sign, letting herself be overcome with an orgasm as she squirted shamefully at her body being used.

‘I don’t want to cum on these… but they’re just too big. Four cocks together~ I’m gonna cuuuuummmm~’

She moaned around the green shaft and her holes clenched in blissful agony, surrendering to the Saibamen invaders. All of them began to grumble in their alien language as her tightening body milked them closer to the edge.

“Grrruughehehehehe- UUGGHHHHUGHHHUHGHH/”

A shockwave travelled through each rod and 21 felt their dicks explode in unison. What felt like a ki blast exploding on her G-spot sent her eyes up into her head. Similar blasts surged through her asshole, between her tits and deep her throat, followed by the Saibamen’s low-class semen.

“Gurrrk!” Blubp~ SPRRRT~

Semen frothed out of the sides of her mouth and ran out of her nose as she struggled to contain their release. Her holes soon leaked with the combined loads delivered into her and her tits became sticky with their alien spooge.

The satisfied Saibamen retreated, leaving her body in a puddle of juices. 21 raised her head to see a handful more stepping forward, identical monsters with hard cocks of their own being stroked and ready to give her more punishment. She moaned in resignation at the crowd of green creeps that formed a line as far as she could see in every direction.

--

Cursed by the fact an Android had infinite stamina, the Saibamen gave 21 no respire from their desires, using her body again and again in every position, taking her holes with girthy cocks that were long enough to dent her tummy until she was mewling with delight as their explosive orgasms ripped through her womb. The crowd got impatient enough that soon had ass was taking up to three shafts at once, gaping her backdoor until it was a tamed hole, leaking thick nut while it twitched in the scant time before more rods came to fill her.

Her mouth which had devoured the essence of some of the highest quality fighters in the world was made to slurp endless quarts of degenerate alien seed. The redhead gave a degrading tongue-out ahegao as a dozen Saibamen pumped their cocks onto her, laying ropes of yellowed jelly across her face and tongue and turning the top scientist into nothing more than a cumrag.

Blowing cum bubbles out of her filled mouth and being a fucked-silly mess meant it was a moment before 21 realised the Saibamen were parting to make way for another green midget.

‘Nggghhgh, who’s this now?’

The bratty face of an impudent child contained in the mottled, turquoise-green carapace of a familiar Bio-Android. His purple lined cheeks dimpled with a mischievous smile and 21 realised this must be the ringleader of this gaggle of Saibamen grunts. Cell Jr., a pint sized copy of his parental namesake. She hated the regular Cell, and seeing his face reflected in miniature gave her the same revulsion. His smugness, the cocky way he walked towards her and the sense of undeserved perfection. Cell Jr. should be nothing but an overgrown insect to her and yet she stood no chance in her current state, at the whim of her worst enemy’s spawn. A kid with the power of the bane of all Human Androids.

“Uuuggh, you did this? Set up this sick game?”

He bared teeth, laughing at her sorry state before blowing a huge raspberry at her words.

“Hii hii hii, welcome to the Cell orgy, 21.”

He had a needily, high pitched voice that grated her like the spoilt little squeaker child he was.

“The Cell games were fun, but not as fun as keeping you here to fuck forever. I got villains from all sorts of places who want to get some stress out with you. And since Androids never run out of energy, you don’t need to take breaks right?”

“You… brat.”

She forced herself up, globs of spunk dripping from her body to land with heavy splats around her. Forcing as much focus as she could into her body, she tried to bypass her limit and summon the demonic power inside. Cell Jr. looked amused as she strained, before smiling with his tongue poking excitedly between his teeth as he watched her skin and hair slowly turn pink and white.

“Geeeihhihhihi, so you can still do it. Good thing. I always wanted to fuck a Majin bitch.”

21’s black sclera narrowed as she squinted at the boy.

‘Why is he not afraid? I powered up… surely I can…’

As soon as she drew in ki it fizzled in her palm. She realised she was still naked, unable to even form the Majin clothes that should have appeared automatically. Cell Jr. began a slow clap as he saw the look of realization on her face.

“Still a weakling. You’ll just have to fight us all of in other ways~”

He leered, crotch panel of his carapace opening as his eyes drank in every inch of Majin 21’s body. The nervous, swishing tail, doodling in the puddles of cum around her, slender legs that fed into a hairless pink snatch whose insides were the same as her outsides. The tightest, most toned midriff in the multiverse that he was eager to deform across his cock. Delicious desserts of tittyflesh that could tempt any male to take a bite. And finally that face, so used to being set in an arrogant expression. On the edge of begging for mercy that she was too smart to believe was even possible. Every part of her was making his cock hard in anticipation, and he was getting the ego trip of a lifetime as he saw her eyes glues to its growth.

21’s red eyes didn’t roam his body like he had to hers. She spent the entire time watching as his cock unfurled, a marble white shaft that bulged with veins and hardened in front of her, shooting past the footlongs of the Saibamen and into cunt-taming territory she had her knees feeling weak. The underside was ribbed with lines of golden ridges that seemed designed to send any hole into a sobbing mess on each insertion and it ended with an aubergine-purple head that shone like varnished wood in the sunlight. His feet scraped the floor as he widened his stance, needing to make more space between his legs for the girth that would make a firehose look like a sprinkler. His folded arms and self-confidence was underlined heavily by the sixteen inches of dick that hung from Cell Jr.

“Th-that thing. It’s too big!”

“Wait till you feel it inside.”

Cell Jr. crossed the distance in a flash, grabbing her by the hair and slamming his cockstrocity against the side of her face, humping his bratty tool across her skin and slapping her on both cheeks while giggling like an immature middleschooler. Scuttling around, he continued to rub and hump his cock against her overwhelmed face and started clapping her titties with his palms like bongo drums.

“Aaauguuughghh stooppp.”

“Shut it BITCH!”

Like a horny puppy he plunged into her throat, disrupting her synapses and replacing her protocols with nothing but thoughts of cock.

“Auughggh. Bluurrggh. Auuuugghhhkk!”

She choked on the boy’s rod, arched her back and, pulling her fingers through her hair, threw her elbows up as she felt his tool pushing right through her stretchy Majin body and denting out her throat and pushing her tummy to a point. His whole power went into his hips and he buried into her, using her like a total cocksleeve. Where the Saibamen had been a free-for-all fuckfest, here the bratty genetic freak laid her out in a shameful 1v1 with all of her dignity on the line.

Taking her throat to the limit, he balanced his whole body on his crotch, waggling all four limbs in a showboating exercise as he cut off 21’s air with his fully enveloped cock.

“Nyee hehehe. This feels so good. It’s like you were built for sucking down superior cock”

She couldn’t do anything about his taunting, childish giggling, willing herself not to give into to such an inferior opponent. Her body writhed as she fought against an incoming blackout as his cock flexed to cut off any chance of taking a breath. As she was about to pass out on his cock, she felt him pull the monster out of her, letting her gasp and reflexively lurch forward, dragging her face through all the hanging spit strands hanging off his cock.

“Rimzuri time bitch!”

“Noooo~”

She couldn’t fight any more, pride crumbling the more she was forced to be in contact with that unfairly long cock. She shuddered into his rod, letting it sit snugly between her pancaked tits, putting her arms together obediently to hug his shaft from both sides. His perfectly pale butthole was flexing in front of her face. He could easily push back onto her, but the egotistical tyrant just waited. He wanted her to disgrace herself. Take that last step on her own terms. And she was such a slutty, addled mess that she did.

“Mwwwaahhnngggg~”

Pouty, bubblegum kisses applied directly onto the tiny villain’s asshole, 21 sank herself face-first into his ass and treated his bung like it was a lover with deep, passionate make-out kisses. Her heartbeat ran faster in excitement as she cuddled his majestic cock between her tits, feeling him hump through her cleavage with pride as she thrust her tongue deeper into him. She embodied a succubus in the way she let her demonic urges manifest into being a total hole-sucking whore. From confident scientist to rimming out a childish enemy who gave her no respect. Her hands clasped across her nipples, rubbing the sensitive nubs as she pushed her tits closer to guarantee that cock had as much contact with her skin as possible. It burned against her. So did the heat from his sinful asshole. Her writhing tongue pressed against those walls devotedly, scrubbing the surface for every taste she could source from this kid’s anus.

“Buuuuaaahhh~”

She broke off from his hole, a spindle of saliva connecting her tongue to his twitching, satisfied balloon knot.

“You like eating ass you slut?”

“Yes!”

“Who is the perfect being?”

“You Master Cell.”

“You want this in you.”

“Yes… Daddy~”

Her demonic red eyes had been shaped to lovehearts. She knew all the fighters essence she had absorbed was all for this. She had the perfect traits of Earthlings, Saiyans, Namekians; the list went on. But was Cell not also the perfect being? And his tainted little offspring the heir to that ideal? Android 21 finally understood. She was not built to be the ultimate fighting lifeform. She was his perfect breeding bitch. Uniquely fertile and ready to be knocked up by any and all fighters who could defeat her. So what if she was now as weak as she had been as a human? That just meant more time losing to cock. More time cumming her brains out. More time feeling hot loads squirt into her haughty pussy and show her her place.

“Take it.”

Black nails spread her pussy as she bowed doggy-style to Cell Jr. Her unimaginably heavenly insides, looking like pink soft-serve ice-cream that his villainous cock was ready to stir up like crazy.

“Smartest thing a genius bitch like you ever said.”

As soon as Cell Jr. breached her pussy with his cuntbuster, 21 felt her body flutter with orgasms. Every time his size made her body stretch to his needs she was wracked with a pleasure so intense she thought she would faint. His thrusts were sadistically picked to lunge out of her, distending her womb and clobbering her G-spot like a 20-strike combo. The formerly prideful woman was reduced to moaning and mewling into the ground with her pussy skewed by a pint-sized villain who should have been power-crept out of relevancy decades ago.

“Cum inside Daddy! Fill me up with that Perfect Nut.”

“Duuhuhuhuhu whatever you say whore.”

As she prostrated herself, 21 felt the ironclan helmet of his cock nestle up to her most sensitive regions then the final six inches of thrust to bury all of his foot and a half of dick in her, the ribbed underside rattling her G-spot off into a barrage of layered orgasms.

“Auuuuiiiigghhhhhhhhh IT’S TOOOOOOO BIIIIIIIG.”

He didn’t reply, letting her simply deal with it as he felt his hyper-pleasured glans getting hugged by her cervix opening.

“UG-NNNGHHHHHHHHH!”

With a screechy grunt he came. The last parts of 21’s mind that were not submerged in an ocean of orgasms felt the swell of jelly-thick cum through his dick before he began pouring it out directly into her womb. It wasn’t limited by pulsing squirts, but came out as an unbroken stream, layering and lathering her insides. Icing and re-icing every surface in her womb and packing into her tubes to saturate her defenceless eggs. In a years time there could be dozens of Cell Jr. Jr’s all vying to use her breeding body to incubate their own spawn.

When he finally pulled out she looked pregnant already, cradling her cream filling with a sick sense of pride as she quivered from aftershocks in her submissive body. Cell Jr. smirked at his handiwork before clicking his fingers. The crowd of Saibamen began to move forward again on their masters orders. As she was promised, 21 would get no reprieve from her new role as fucktoy and they dog-piled her body searching for whatever holes they could fill.

“Guess this is my life now~”

Chapter Text

“Is that all you want to show? You can sense it right? They way we get stronger the more we strip down.”

Yoruichi was basking in the power she could feel coursing through her body as she stepped up to the stage, backless catsuit showing off acres of dark skin. She addressed her opponent Kasumi, still dressed up in her blue outfit that covered everything but some cleavage and hips.

“I won’t need cheap tricks to settle this!”

“FIGHT!”

The kunoichi of destiny dashed forward with a cartwheel kick to close the distance, just as Yoruichi darted under it and weaved her body between the redhead’s limbs. She gave a Cheshire grin as her hands shone with golden lighting, pushing both palms into Kasumi’s breasts and forcing the power into her.

“Aiiiigghh!”

The girl shrieked and flew back, smoke rising from her singed clothes. Two handprint burn marks had eaten through her blue and white tunic, showing pink teenage nipples and supple, Asian breasts that had reddened from the other woman’s attack.

“C’mon. Loosen up and have some fun.”

Yoruchi bounced on the balls of her feet, at ease with the parameters of their current reality. For Kasumi however, the idea of this whole ordeal being a performative dance where she would be expected to bounce, strip and jiggle her body for borrowed power made her flush with embarrassment. Only the dire consequences for losing could break through that honourable shell. Careful to watch Yoruichi’s reaction, she pulled back the remains of her top, unfurled the puffed sleeves and shrugged it off completely. The strip of loincloth between her thighs dropped, giving full view of her dark blue satin panties, tied tightly around her pussy like a fundoshi. The white sash around her like a belt was moved up to cover her breasts. The other woman tutted, clearly thinking the redhead should just have gone topless instead. But still she allowed her the time to fix her outfit and raise her arms again before pressing her attack.

Kasumi barely had time to ready her guard before the Shinigami was flash-stepping to her, vanishing to reappear behind her with a kick she barely rolled away from. She gave a grunt of exertion as she landed and laddered her white thigh-highs then shuddered at the small boost in agility she felt as the unseen audience reacted to her bare skin and female vocalisation.

Clenching her fist, she summoned a gust of wind and a sprinkle of cherry blossoms whipped into the air around her. With a yell of aggravation she launched herself at Yoruichi and they flew up into the air, trading blow for blow in close quarters, minute rips appearing in other their outfits as sharp wind and sharper fists made cuts against their clothing.

“Guugh!”

“Aiyyyk~”

They landed and lumped back in tandem, chocolate and vanilla bodies sweating and both women panting in exertion. Yoruichi had a cut down her bodysuit, heaving a titty into view and giving glimpses of her dusky areola while the teen had her arm-guards battered to uselessness, tights that were more exposed with rips than covered and a thong that had the side-tie was hanging on by a thread

She flushed, trying to cover more of her body even as she felt the undeniable thrum of sexual power in her. After being a suppressed ninja princess for so long, it was exhilarating in a way that made her slightly scared. But if she was revelling in it slightly, it was nothing compared to the purple haired woman opposite. The air around her was filled with static. Sexual tension turned to raw power as she flexed in a skintight outfit that left nothing to the imagination, exercised her body to the limit and sizzled sweat into spiritual pressure with each technique.

Yoruichi crouched low, crossing her arms in front of her, curling her fingertips into cat claws and arched her back, making her gigantic ass most prominent feature on her coiled spring of a body.

“God of THUNDER!!”

Latex burst off her, vanishing in a rush of golden lightning that coated her most intimate areas like the most outrageous bikini. It arced across her body, tracing every delicious curve. Two yellow car ears emerged from her head, cutely contrasting to the shunpo monster she had become. Her most powerful and fastest form, only leant more to the sexual gimmick of this tournament. Her feet seemed to break contact with the floor in slow motion, drizzles of electricity connecting them to the surface for just a split second. Then she was gone.

To Kasumi it was like her opponent had disappeared. Until she felt a claw of energy slash through her from her shoulder to hip.

“AAAIIIUUGHHHHH-”

Her cry of pain was cut short as Yoruichi somehow then descended from above, battering her body with punches like defibrillator paddles. They pounded her hard enough into the ground for her to bounce back and then get tail-swiped across the room. Before she could even land, the Shinigami was ahead of where she would be and kicking her back to the other side again. The dark-skinned woman had the instincts of a sadistic feral cat and Kasumi was just the innocent mouse to be toyed with. After keeping her body in the air with electric lashes for minutes, Yoruichi seemed to lose interest as the fight went out of her opponents body and the light faded in her eyes.

The redhead ninja collapsed into a twitching, defeated mess while Yoruichi curled up on top of her, licking her paw before stretching out in victory.

--

“Wake up Bitch Cattle!”

Kasumi felt like she was back for another round with Yoruichi when she felt the savage press of a cattleprod into her rear, before the searing pain followed swiftly into her body.

“AAAAUUUGGGGH!”

“Huh, better. Let’s go girlie. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”

Her ponytail whipped around as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Naked and kneeling in a filthy straw-strewn barn, morning sunlight making beams through poorly fitted boards. In front of her with the offending cattleprod was a stocky man, shirtless with dungarees and an unshaven face with the top half in shadow from a wide straw hat.

“C’mon. I paid good money for you, let’s get that ass in gear.”

He waved the prod and Kasumi hustled herself forward. She was corralled into a tight corridor of metal fences with a low ceiling she couldn’t stand up in. There were plenty of gaps in the walls and nowhere to hide from the man’s jabs if he followed through with his threat of more cruel shocks.

Kasumi didn’t understand why she was here suddenly. What did he mean when he said he had paid for her? What long day was she about to endure? The further she shuffled through the hay, the more she could hear sounds of snuffling, large bodies moving about in the darkness ahead and a strong farmyard smell that was crawling into her nose. The man clanged against the bars next to her, making her whimper and she felt unwanted tears building up in her eyes. He laughed at her flinching, but she kept her head bowed.

She saw the tunnel open up and she could finally stand if she wanted, but a warning gesture from the man kept her on all fours. She did however get to see more of the room, the expanse of the barn and the struts, separators and locked doors with curious occupants peering over. This was a stable and rows of horses were shut up in their own compartments and watching Kasumi enter the main area.

The man unfastened a horse from where it was tied up by the wall and lead it over, wary as it pulled its head back repeatedly against his grip.

“Woah! Woah boy. Easy Crusher, easy.”

His sinewy arms only just managed to control the beast as he took it towards Kasumi.

“Don’t sit there idle girlie. Get under him.”

“W-what?”

She was sure she must have misheard him. Under that horse?!

“They send me a retard or sumthin’? You. Under. Horse. Clean.”

And he clicked the cattleprod in warning, making the girl jump away from the crackle at the tip. Kasumi crawled over to the stallion. He towered over her, a coat of dark chestnut and fathomless eyes. He didn’t move an inch as she passed his legs nervously and knelt up under him. The man ducked in alongside her and before she realised what had happened, he had slipped a tough, leather choker around her next, leashed to a chain that he deftly snapped into place against a metal ring embedded in the floor she hadn’t noticed. With her tied up, he moved back and clapped twice for the horses attention.

“Hyah! Crusher, present.”

The man ordered and Kasumi watched in horror as the large barrel body above her rumbled as the stallion snorted and tapped the ground a few times with hooves that could crush her whole head. Then, movement at the crevice of his hips as the bunched up, leathery skin package then began to flex. Kasumi didn’t want to believe what she was seeing as the firehose of growth continued to extrude from the animal’s body. She knew horses had large penises of course. But that assumed knowledge was nothing compared to being stripped and kneeling like a trembling schoolgirl at the foot of this equine altar. More cockmeat than she could even fathom, revealing itself in front of her. And the smell! The background barnyard stink was amplified a thousand times as his meat grew closer to her. She swooned away from the bestial scent, watching in morbid curiosity at the veins, thicker than her fingers, which supplied this weapon with its power. The surface was mottled and hardy, much more rugged than the modest human cocks she had seen in passing at the bathhouse.

Flies buzzed about the fully erect horsecock. The whole thing glistened slightly with oily sweat that seemed to get thicker as the shaft progressed and ending in two musky cannonballs at the base that Kasumi didn’t dare look directly at, let alone approach.

‘This man said to… clean him?!?’

She look around her in desperation. A rag, a towel, a bucket of water? Surely she must have something to use.

“Um. How do I…”

The man signed and spat out of the corner of his mouth is frustration.

“They really sent me a defective one this time. Listen. I said clean. His dick, his balls, his asshole. You got it?”

“With a... sponge?”

Her voice had the faintest hope in the question which he instantly snuffed out with a laugh.

“The only sponge you’ll need is the one in your mouth girlie.”

She looked back agog at the twenty inches thrust out before her. She didn’t even know where to begin. Growing impatient the man thrust his arm out and jabbed the cattleprod right onto Kasumi’s nipple.

“AAAUAUUUUGGHHHHHHHH!!”

He pressed it hard enough to squish her whole perky, teen tit into her chest and held it there for a slow count of five. When he release she was blinking away tears of pain, her cheeks sodden from the shame that had risen out of her eyes.

“I gotta take a leak. If I come back at Crusher isn’t clean, you’ll get a lot worse than that.”

With that ultimatum he stomped off, leaving Kasumi alone with her four-legged client. She heard him snuffle again, and his back haunch vibrate with impatience, tail whipping at the flies around his body. Kasumi closed her eyes and tried to summon some of the meditative focus she once learnt. She had trained in resisting torture before. Was this not the same? A whinny from Crusher and she was reminded how this was absolutely not the same.

Trying to ignore the reality of what she was actually doing, her sakura-pink tongue extended out of her mouth. Even before it touched anything, the fetidness of the barn air made her recoil in disgust. For all of its size, the stables clearly contained enough animals to have hotboxed the entire place in their pheromones.

“Nyggaah~”

Kasumi moaned involuntarily, eyes shooting open in horror at her own reaction.

‘Did I just… moan!?’

Something about the layered virility in the air brought out the whorish behaviour. Equine or not, she could taste something unmistakably male. Steeling herself she learnt forward, until her fair Japanese tongue was making contacts with the brutal, flattened head of Crusher’s meaty cock.

As much as she wanted to leave one dainty lick and leave, she forced herself to stay there. Tastebuds absorbing the wellspring of precum that was sticky on the whole dinnerplate sized disk that was the tip of his cock. Scrunching her eyes she started to weave her head in a circle, dragging her tongue along for the ride as she sucked in all of his salty taste. The circle was lumped and nodule’d and whenever she hit a crevice she knew the precum there was going to be extra fermented and congealed, immolating her tastebuds just as much as it did her dignity. She saved the centre for last, a deep, protruding piss-slit that was widen enough for her to sink her whole tongue in. Deeper than she expected as she fell forward slightly, putting her lips up against his cock into a filthy horsedick makeout session, probing for tendrils of salty pre.

“Buuuuaaahhhhh~~”

She leant back, taking the first big gulp of oxygen since starting, thinking that if she held her breath she would be saved from the worst of it. But now she looked like a breathy, redhead whore, lustily moaning from faceplanting herself into a beast’s cockhead and with a dozen strands of spittle and sperm connecting her face to his flattened tip. Kasumi swallowed, trying to rid herself of the immediate taste which had coated her mouth, knowing she was far from done.

She sidestepped on her knees, rattle of her chain scraping the ground as she got herself alongside the rod. Staring down the barrel was one experience, but getting it laid out like an entire horizon in front of her was another. She didn’t know how big she would have guessed horsecocks were before, but no matter how far she would have stretched her arms it wouldn’t have matched Crusher’s length. Kasumi nuzzled up against it, feeling the heat and weight on her face. The cock covered her eyes and then some, his girth could totally obscure her features of she pressed into it more. Her tongue lapped the leathery shaft and she felt a spasm in her shaven slit. Crossing her legs quickly, she got on with the job, not wanting to dwell on why her body had started responding to the cock of a different species.

Kasumi was a quick study and studious learner when it came to wiping her tongue over every inch of a horse’s shaft. The sweat on him was a thin sheen she could wipe up and keep going. The wetness of her spit shone on his cock for only a moment before the heat in his body was turning it to steam. Her diligent dick-worship was becoming a humid, heady experience, the underside of the stallion getting cloudy with his musk. She didn’t even get any respite by pulling back or taking a breath now. It was all virile cock-stink, by taste or smell she couldn’t escape. The deeper down his shaft she went, the oilier he became until she was gagging to swallow the cock grease with each lick.

His balls were even more concentrated, with the added bonus of having fat, saggy expanses of skin she could hover up into her mouth and suck like a sponge. She mopped herself over his melon-sized orbs. Kasumi was losing herself in the task. Depersonalisation was a skill she adapted from resisting interrogation. It wasn’t her doing these filthy things. Not ninja princess Kasumi! No, it was Kasumi the horse whore. Kasumi the equine dick cleaner. Kasumi the suck bitch~

“Nuuuyyyhgghgh~”

He slit clenched again with the new drawing in of horsie balls and the thrum of sperm she could practically feel wriggling inside. Her task was almost done. Except for.

‘His asshole.’

She echoed the man’s earlier words. She was kneeling with her slutty face pressed obediently against Crusher’s fat nuts, and had to crane her neck further to stare as the horse’s asshole. Her eyes, glassy and faded from her self-degradation, began to shine again as she beheld his puckered ring of anus flesh like a god. A star-aligned circle, diameter perfect to fit an equine bitch's face right over it. Wrinkled, leathery and just enough puffiness that it looked custom built for giving a slut the most perverse makeout session imaginable. And it absolutely fucking stank. If the gap between stable air and his cock had been big, this was as much again, perhaps more. Kasumi would practically see the stink-lines emitting from it, blasting a heat hazed that made the air around shimmer, absolutely saturating his bung with a halo of pheromones that Horse Slut Kasumi was being drawn to.

The regal, hime-esque personality who had given control over to preserve her own honour watched in horror as her new desires assumed direct control.

‘No! I don’t want to press my beautiful face into a horse’s stinky asshole. Noooo! It’s so fucking vile! I wanted to resist the punishment but this is too much! I don’t want this!’

But she might as well have been banging on soundproof glass for all the good it did. Uninhibited Kasumi would do whatever it took for the mission or her own survival. Wasting no more time she dropped herself into a sinful equine rimjob. Her face sizzled with skin-to-anus contact, feeling all of his twitching hole against her features at once. She felt like she was going to drown in his musk, tongue emerging and burning itself as far as it could go up his shitpipe.

“Auuuuugghhhhhhh~ Nyyyaaaagggh~”

She moaned her lungs out, only for it to be all completely muffled by a meaty tonne of horse flank. Kasumi couldn’t see, but her desperate hole-sucking had his cock flexing to an even bigger size and hardness, making the shaft glossy with arousal as the sheer lust infusing in him overcame a horsecock’s natural sponginess.

Teenage lips which had not encountered their first kiss yes, pressed deeper into the exposed donut of horse ass. The insides of his ass were scrubbed clean with Kasumi’s tongue. The rest of her face just acted as a sweat rag, and for something for him to grind against as his anus twitched and flexed from all the devoted attention. Crusher’s head was shaking in agitation. From a slow start, this new cleaner girl was showing him some real respect now.

“BBUUUWAAAHHHHHHUUUUGHH~~”

Kasumi gasped out, reluctantly retreating for air while still connected with a huge strand of saliva between her tongue and the tight bung of Crusher. Her face was a sweat, spit and tear stained mess. She had never looked so whorish, and all from one encounter with animal ass.

“Maybe I wrote you off too quick.”

The man returned, looking impressed at Kasumi’s sudden work ethic. After a quick inspection he clapped Crusher on the haunch and the stallion trotted over to another corner. Unclipping Kasumi from the loop on the floor, he lead her towards an open stall.

“Is… that… it… Did I… pass?”

She barely had the braincells to rub together and speak after being so deep in bestial cocklust. The man tutted.

“Plenty of jobs to be doing here. And you’ll have plenty of other stallions looking for a spit shine like you just gave.”

Kasumi wanted to despair at her fate, but the thought of more stinky horsecocks and their filthy assholes had her pussy purring like never before.

The room she was taken in looked like the same room she would expect for each individual horses’ stable. The difference being the long, wooden bench at about waist height with holes that you could fit human limbs through.

“Get on up.”

Kasumi looked with pleading eyes, scared again or where this was going.

“Don’t make me get the prod again.”

The redhead resigned herself, lying down on the bench, back to the surface and putting her arms and legs through the holes. While she looking into the wooden beams of the far ceiling, she felt the man go around to each limb and tie some straps around her.

“Nice and secure, you won’t be going anywhere no matter how rough it gets. Oh lookie. Looks like Crusher wants to be your first customer.”

“Customer?”

Kasumi looked down her body to see the stallion walking into the stable.

“Absolutely, You’re in the stress relief stable. All the horses know to come wander over here once their balls are gettin’ heavy.”

Kasumi began to shake her head. A tussle for dominance inside her as the refined kunoichi rebelled against this development, while the new horse slut Kasumi rose up from the shadows.

‘This can’t be real. Cleaning is one thing. I needs to be done (I guess…). But fucking them!?! They’d break me apart. I can’t be tied up here for be used by cocks that huge!’

“Let me out. I can’t do this.”

He spat again at her outburst.

“Sure you can. It’ll be easy once they break you in a little. See you tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving me here all night?!”

He just tipped his hat and walked out. Kasumi heard him unlatch the rest of the stable doors where she had seen curious horse heads peering over the doors earlier. The sunbeams through the walls were getting lower and a deeper golden colour. The sun was setting and she was tied up here, alone with god knows how many horses…

Crusher approached the girl, his cock still painfully hard, aroused beyond his normal limit. Kasumi struggled against her bonds weakly as the stallion carefully stepped around the edges of the stable. He didn’t go directly forward from the door to where her bald slit was wetter than it had ever been in her life. He sought out the other end, where the same lips that had gotten him so heated earlier were.

The height of the bench was perfect. She let her head hang back and watched as his huge body walked over her, tipping her neck back to see the wobbling monster length coming up to her face.

“Noooo…”

A weak protest that merged into a moan in her mouth. The mighty, flanged tip pressed against her lips, but now it was the true horsepower of his massive body that decided what would happen next. Kasumi felt her mouth get forced open and a pillar of horse meat begin its path into her body.

‘Oh shit it’s MASSIVE!’

The first inch filled her whole mouth, but he didn’t stop pressing and forcing himself deeper. Kasumi’s throat distended around his meat, reshaped by girthy horsecock. A sheltered girl getting laid out and make to choke down animal dick. A demure yamoto nadeshiko getting her gullet rearranged by a brutal stallion’s animal whims. Crusher didn’t care for her decade of ninja training, her sacred virginity or traditional upbringing. Here was a hot, wet throat that needed to pay for getting him so riled up. A hefty snort later and his cock sank in more. The passage of his rod could be seen on her body, blowing out her oesophagus and appearing as a heavy shaft between her mind-numbingly soft breasts. Fourteen inches buried and another seven in reserve. She could take the width, just. But then he started to thrust.

Kasumi felt him move and drag out the coring length that had just poked through to her stomach. She literally felt his cock jettison some hot pre into her tummy and her cunt squirmed in submission at his maleness. For the first time she let that horselust overtake her, cumming handsfree just from the heat of his horsie balls entering her body. Her lips had no choice but to make kisses at each ribbed vein across his hung breeding pipe. Kasumi thought she had admired the traits of kindness and gentleness in a male. But this horse was everything that opposed that, using her insides like a fleshlight with no regard to her pleasure or comfort. And she fucking loved it! If she had not been strapped down then his wild, bucking thrusts would have thrown her off the bench in seconds, but she was bound and forced to take it. All that teasing and building from the cleaning, just making a debt of frustration that her holes had to repay.

With a roaring rear up onto his hind legs, Crusher kicked out his hooves in triumph as he hilted the final inch into her. Kasumi’s lips were brought to kiss the rim of his cock’s leathery sheathe and her pussy gushed at being treated like a stallions conquest. Her body hitched around his cock, but as a kunoichi trained to hold her breath for multiple minutes, Crusher gave her no sympathy. Without a moment to let her brace, he landed back to his hooves and began thrusting an even more furious pace. His animalistic body language was easy to read and he gave every hint of approaching a massive orgasm into his new favourite bitch.

With a grunting, huffing whinny and a final stomp of his back leg, Kasumi felt the molten gooeyness of horse sperm jet through his rod and into her. The premium stallion seed made her instantly feel full, satisfying her like a heavy meal. He unleashed into her. Crusher was in a state of horsey heaven, stood stock still as his root did all the work, pumping spurt after spurt into the ninja bitch, balls fizzling with power as they emptied themselves only slightly faster than they could thrum and make more thick, nasty sperm. Cum piled in like a nest of jelly snakes to her insides, overflowing her stomach and bloating her belly until she began to look pregnant. Crusher’s huge horse anus was flexing and concaving deep into his body as every thoroughbred muscle worked from his haunches to his prostate to unload sperm into this tight, wet receptacle.

‘I’m finished. I look ready to birth foals just from one load out of his huge balls. I’m too ruined to ever return to my old life. All I’m good for now is draining sperm from big stinky animals and tonguebathing their feral bodies~~ <3’

By the time Crusher was done with his ‘stress relief’, Kasumi was so flooded with equine semen that her own distended belly was rubbing against his brown, furred one.

Scccchhhhoorrrkk-PPPFFFttttththhhhppgfff

He pulled his dick out unceremoniously, starting a torrential waterfall of white jelly from her mouth, left to gush over her own face as the horse wandered off to find some feed. Kasumi raised her head, blinking clumps of horse nut out of her eyes to see another horse, this one a dark black coat with a white patch on his forehead. He stepped forward, his cock hanging low and ready, and Kasumi knew she was indeed in for a long night.

--

Kasumi became a quick sensation among the stallions. The farm’s most sought after breeding mare. They would jostle for places each night to be the first to reshape her athletic body with wagonloads of prime tubesteak. Any time she was not laid out for them to abuse, she was in intimate 1-on-1 sessions giving each male the loving care she thought would be reserved for a future husband. Instead that diligence was spent servicing animal cock, balls and assholes with her mouth and tongue, no matter how sweaty, cum-encrusted or fly-swarmed it was.

“You’ve been a good girlie so far. I think it’s time we let you meet the big boys.”

The mysterious owner, who had never given his name or in fact used Kasumi’s own. He greeted her each morning by undoing her bindings and letting her drain the cum from inside her body. This morning he remarked she had lasted a whole week so far.

“Big boys?”

Just two words sent her pussy quivering. Every stallion she had taken in her cunt was at least 18 inches. How large would they have to be to stand out from that?

“Yep. Goliath and Nuke. A little too violent to keep with the main heard. But they need draining all the same. I’ll get you set up and you can spend the day with them.”

Bestiality Bitch Kasumi could barely contain her giddiness at the prospect of even more brutal horsecocks.

--

The redhead got to visit another stable completely, empty except for two compartments ominously locked with wrappings of chains around the handles. In the middle of the room was a thick, metal chain hanging from the ceiling, ending in handcuffs, with a large horizontal bar a few yards above that.

Kasumi went willingly to the chain, long past the days where a cattleprod would be needed to control her. Now she was a mind-broken fucktoy who lived only for the next womb-breaking equine experience. Her arms were locked up behind her back and the angle shifted so her body hung forward, breasts dangling down and her barely touching the floor with the tips of her toes. The man retreated some distance away and over a side wall.

“Good luck girlie. You’ll need it.”

From behind the barrier he unlocked the compartment doors and pulled away the chains, wasting no time in getting away from the area and closing the born door behind him. As soon as the rattle of chains faded, both compartments burst open and two absolute beasts entered the room with Kasumi in.

They were gigantic Shire horses, bodies looking too large to move at the speed they galloped around her in excitement. They stood easily four feet over the tallest of the normal horses she had been with. Their distinctive tufty leg fur hid hooves that could break rocks. Goliath was the slightly larger, midnight coated with white socks while Nuke was an almost-silver grey colour whose body rippled with an agility beyond what his stablemate had.

They were quick to investigate the girl hanging in their domain, large, wet noses pressing and snuffling on her body, not deterred by her squirming or scared expression. Nostrils flared over her soaked pussy and they knew what she was there for.

“AiiiK!”

Kasumi yelped when Nuke reared, his huge body filling her vision. She thought he was about to crash down and crush her, then she heard the clang of hooves on metal. She looked up to see his forelegs resting on the bar above her. She looked back to him and his cock was growing, surging towards her. Kasumi didn’t know if it was even physically possible for that thing to get inside her. But that was a choice she had no say in. It was beyond rationality, beyond her calculation. Her brain just fizzled as trying to imagine a cock of that volume thrusting through her. Thirty-five inches. A number that didn’t feel real when talking about a cock. And behind her, Goliath was even bigger. He reared up from the other side, resting his hooves on the same bar and bringing thirty-eight inches of brutally thick horsemeat to bare against her skin, rubbing up her back and oozing pre into her hair.

‘Horsies. Big, BIG horsies. Oh god this is too much right. Haaah~ I’m gonna go insane. This is actually gonna break me in two. This is some sick joke. The farmer will be back and call it off. I’m gonna wake up and this is just some nightmare. There’s no way those things are actually going to go into my HHHOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLESSSSS~’

Two shire-horse monster cocks didn’t give her time to scramble her thoughts together before laying siege to her body. Cocks better measured in feet than inches skewered through her. She felt Goliath punch her pussy wide open, her tight insides gripping him like an overused fleshlight and giving him as much resistance as her well-trained body could manage. His flattened cockhead could mash against her entire cervix, womb and ovaries at the same time, hitting them into her distended midriff like a tennis serve then keeping them pinned and ready to defile further on each thrust. She had been with enough horses to understand their moods now. And if there was any way she could sum up Goliath, it was that he fucked mean. Every hip thrust and she was cumming. Painful, desperate cumming but given the absolute metric of stimulation his cock delivered she couldn’t do anything else. And the more he felt her holes clench, the meaner his next strike would be.

Nuke lived up to his namesake by overtaking her whole throat in one attack, her slender neck being fully reshaped by dick until you could see the horses stark vein pressed against his shaft through Kasumi’s own throat. Her eyes rolled back. She choked it down and her gag reflex had no chance to reacted before he was already stirring up her insides.

Her erogenous zones were pincered between unrepentant beasts with unsympathetic cocks. She was hung off the ground completely by their cocks, more meat inside her than should have been possible. Her holes hungry despite their abuse. Her cervix making gulping motions as if readying itself for the deluge of horsecum. Her tummy growling at the feast of sperm was she a conduit for.

Gnashing, wide-eyed and with flaring nostrils, the two massive stallions bellowed out in satisfaction and began to drain themselves in Kasumi.

“AGH UGH GUP GULLK”

‘Horsies are the best. Horsecock is the BEST!! I renounce everything. My dignity, family honour, status, wealth. My whole life. Even my humanity. I just want to be a horsecock breeding bitch. I wish they could impregnate me. Men of this size and calibre. I want to carry their foals. I want to birth litters of horsies~~ <3 I’M CYYYUMMMINNNNGNNNNGGGGGGGGG~~’

--

The orb showing Kasumi’s fate faded out to white as even the Ringmaster’s dimensional observation device short circuited from the level of shameful orgasmic energy seeping out of Kasumi.

“Wow. It’s always the shy ones huh.”

He pocketed the device, bowing to the invisible applause of his unseen audience then tapped his hat twice to summon the remaining contestants.

“You two have done so well, but you still need to face each other. Get ready ladies. You’re in the final!”

Chapter Text

Neither combatants had bothered to fix their wardrobe malfunctions from their previous fights, Yoruichi knowing she was just going to blast her clothing off again when she went into her God of Thunder state and Tina simply didn’t care at this point. She gave the massive cups of her snapped American flag bikini a kiss then threw them to the ‘crowd’, following them with a whoop and tossing out her hat as well.

She stomped out to the ring, flexing as always, then dropped her toned dumptruck with such a whiplash shake that her jeans split down the side seams and the clap of her cheek stripped the denim clean off her.

“Whoowee, I always wanted to do that party-trick but Daddy always said no.”

Kicking off her cowgirl boots, she squared up to the other finalist.

“I don’t care if you’re a cat or the god of death. I’m not about to lose at the finish line.”

“I’m surprised you even got this far. You don’t seem to have any ambition beyond chasing fame.”

“Got me all figured out huh?”

Yoruichi just narrowed her golden eyes and waiting for the call. The Ringmaster seemed to be taking his time to admire both of their bodies before finally remember he had a job to do. Raising his hand, he drew it down in a line and began the final.

“Fight!!”

“Ruuuaarr-hya!”

“God of THUNDER!!”

Yoruichi activated her electric catgirl powers as soon as she could, going into the feral crouch that pre-empted her attack. But Tina had seen this used before, throwing her momentum full force forward and leaping into an elbow strike that she started before Yoruichi had even transformed. She crashed down out of the sky on the shinigami’s back, immediately folding herself around and putting them both in a pretzel of pain. The dark-skinned woman’s speed was useless if she couldn’t break out of this hold.

Tina laced herself around to her back, pressing her tits against her. Then a sharp knee upwards and Tina was holding her from below, exposing her body as she raked her over, all muscles painfully extended. The knee to her back and the three points she was being held put her washboard of abs out on display like an ironing board stood up. Normally this hold would have no recourse against a woman of Tina’s strength and grit. Once you were in it, you just had to hope you could endure longer than she could hold it. But Yoruichi had something a normal person didn’t

“YYYEEEAAHHHHRRRRRR!”

Her spiritual lighting poured right into Tina, making her scream in pain.

“GUUUUUAAAARRrrrrrrr~”

But the pain only made the cowgirl’s limbs strain more, pulling Yoruichi apart. She could feel the vertebrate in her spine creaking ominously. No matter how many shockwaves she fed into this woman, she just grunted through it and kept up her hold. Yoruichi resigned herself, not wanting to waste her ace this early, but she felt dangerously close to being torn apart.

*Puff*

Tina’s straining body felt the tension give and for a split second she thought she had actually torn her opponent apart like a phonebook. But the flash of black fur zooming away revealed the reality, Yoruichi had reverted to her fully feline form. Once she gained enough distance another cloud of smoke radiated out of her and her iconic thicc ass stepped out again. She had escaped, but after powering down from ‘God of Thunder’ mode, it would be a while before she could do it again.

Tina smirked when she saw she didn’t go right back to shooting lightning from every orifice.

“Not enough gas in the tank?”

Despite her cockiness, breaking the cat had taken it out of Tina. Her body glistened from slender neck to magnificent bust, beaded sweat dotting a filleted midriff right down to the neat landing strip decorating her pussy. In contrast Yoruichi was bald down there, ether for vanity or just simple aerodynamics. They circled each other, looking for openings to exploit.

Yoruichi moved forward, accounting for Tina’s limbs only to meet a harsh heatbutt across the eyes, staggering her. Only by swapping her footsie movements into an advanced shumpo and surrounding Tina with after images did she recover. The American swung at air fruitlessly, unable to catch the other woman. Then without warning Yoruichi was running directly at her. Her arm shot out but she tilted her head. Tina still managed to grab her ponytail, but that didn’t stop her combo of kicks. She ran up her body, a cocoa-dust coloured foot bombing into her stomach, the next step sinking deeply into her breast, then a final one crushing her throat. As Yoruichi reached the peak of her jump she somersaulted around, her whole path an arc around the fist that held her hair. As soon as Tina felt the kick to her throat she let go, struggling to suck in air and trying to retreat.

Without the cheer to engage the crowd or fire herself up, Tina felt the momentum slip away from her. Yoruichi didn’t need supernatural powers to dismantle her after that. Strikes to the back of her knees, the ribs, the sensitive skin on the flank her her arms. All done before she could intercept and none that she could cover without exposing her neck again. The bruised windpipe made her breaths sound like a shuddering whistle. But she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Taking in as much breath as she could bear, Tina broke out of her backfooted retreat with a forced roar and charged forward. It was the least sensible tactic she could have done, and so was the last thing Yoruichi expected. Her arm caught the other woman in the chest and she ran forward with her carried by the momentum. She was like a runaway bull, heading towards the edge of the stage, still speeding up as she did. Yoruichi looked around in a panic as her almost assured victory looked like it was becoming a double elimination.

Her hands gripped into Tina’s shoulder, finding nothing but knotted muscle there. She checked behind her to see the cliff edge looming. She needed enough grip for one of her simplest techniques, but the timing was the key. She felt Tina’s feet leave the floor and she channelled her spirit. Taketonbo, a throw that inverted whoever she was holding onto. Tina span around, head to feet, and Yoruichi pushed back. The direction she was pinned by, now the only route to escape. Miss Armstrong’s furious face fell into the void as Yoruichi managed to grip the stadiums edge with a nail less than a cat’s whisker from the edge.

The victory was sounded before she even managed to pull herself up. She had won.

--

“Tina? Tina you with us?”

The blonde flinched as a pair of rough hands clapped together next to her face. Snapping upwards she saw a worried looking entourage of trainers, coaches and assistants around her.

“Huh?”

“I said it’s five till the match starts. Are you feeling okay?”

The Southern girl nodded.

“Yeah I just… had the strangest dream.”

Her head coach shared a worried look with her nutritionist.

“C’mon Tina, it’s title match night. Get your head in the game.”

He roused her until she looked into his eye and nodded. Slapping her cheeks with her palms lightly, the stood up. Relieved sighs barely suppressed around her as her team returned to their tasks, waiting down the clock until it was time for the fight to begin.

She tried to feel the same thrill she had whenever she was about to go on stage and defend her belt. However a burning question kept nudging her in the back of her mind. She should ask someone here. But Tina didn’t want to feel stupid so she held her tongue. For some reason she just couldn’t remember who she was fighting tonight…

--

The cheering crowd was a wall of noise. She raised her arms and her fans went wild. She stepped out to the guitar riffs of ‘I Feel for You’, entrance music fighting the roars of the people. The heat of so many bodies filling the room was intense, rows filled from ringside to the shadowy heights of the stadium.

She paused in her walk-out to raise both her arms, hold her knees together and drop, shimmying her body in a way that sent the leather tassels on her boots, wrists and upper arms dancing. Appreciative whoops had her grinning as she thrust her ass out, flexed her midriff and dipped low enough that the cameras had nowhere to go but into her American-flag-circled cleavage. She resumed her walk, tossing out her hat to the crowd where a scuffle broke out over who got a piece of her.

The feeling of their adoration was all she needed, a goddess of the ring, stepping up and under the elasticated barrier ropes and letting her golden hair and fair skin shine under the spotlights. Tina was basking in her entry music when it quickly smashcut into another song, a screeching, ear-rape, heavy-bass cacophony of tasteless dubstep.

From the opposite end of the stadium, light beams directed towards a tunnel from which emerged the most ludicrous looking contender Tina had ever seen. A gangly, scrawny boy who looked firmly in his tweens. He had the build of a nerd who had never seen a weight set in his life, more likely to be a maladjusted gamer dork who spent all night streaming to an audience of three. Despite his physical ineptitude he flexed limbs with zero muscle and zero shame. He was the total 180 of the Corn-Fed All-American ideal that Tina embodied. This living Nerd-Emoji walked out shirtless rousing the crowd who began to boo the child.

‘How was I roped into this clusterfuck of a match? Who even is this boy?! What the hell was my agent thinking?!?’

She was aghast, watching as he played into his obvious heel status, making crude gestures out to the crowd, humping the air in random directions and grabbing at his crotch just to hear the rise in outrage from Tina’s gathered fans. Looking around she noticed the audience was entirely stacked out for her, every sign she could see, all decked out in her merch. Whoever this boy was, he didn’t seem to have a single supporter on his side. Only the boom of the announcer was able to cut through the din of his walk-out music and the crowds reaction.

“Welcome to the Pro Wrestling Circuit Cross-Generation Exhibition match!!! Put your hands together for the Women’s World Champion Tina Armstrong!!”

She fired her finger guns into the crowd on auto-pilot, her eyes kept being dragged back to the fearless tyke advancing on her.

‘Cross-Generation? I’ll say. This boy is half my age!’

“Aaaaaaand against her tonight. A new challenger. A rising star. The self-styled Slut Tamer!”

‘Slut Tamer?! The nerve of this fucking brat! I suppose he thinks that makes me the slut!’

She decided that, age-gap or not, she was going to pound this wanna-be into the matt as hard as she could. The crowd was fully behind her, their boos going even deeper as Slut Tamer made cocky faces and stuck his tongue out, following the camera-arms as they picked up every detail for the global 4K broadcast.

‘Sexist little shit or not, he plays a hell of a heel.’

She couldn’t help but respect his commitment to the bit. The twerp finally reached the edge of the stage, scrambling up the side of the ring and rolling through the gap in the ropes. He popped up to smirk at Tina and that is when she got a look at him close-up. Not only was he shirtless, he opted for no shoes, no accessories like branding or sweatbands. Just a slim boy, pale from an indoor life-style with an uncombed nest of hazel hair. And one big outlier from what Tina expected to see on a twelve-year-old brat.

The only piece of clothing the boy wore was a ragged yellow speedo, clearly too small for his tiny hips. It barely covered anything, then bulged out in an excessive display of crudeness. The front of his crotch looked like he was attempting to smuggle an eggplant into the ring, not a scrap of imagination needed to visualise the coiling shape or the evident size of cock somehow budged into such a tiny sliver of stretchy fabric.

‘Oh come the fuck on. What sleazy exec okayed this for a wrestler gimmick. It just looks gross on a boy like that.’

Tina snorted, not believing for a second that the bulge was real. She had plenty of experience with insecure male wrestlers stuffing their crotches after all. However the attention to details on this speedo snake was unreal. She could even see the dickprint included a raised vein on the surface.

“Gueehehehee, like what you see Tina? That’s the junk that will have you cumming all night.”

The brat’s laugh was a high-pitched snort that grated on her instantly.

“Laugh it up now squirt. I’m gonna spank you red and send you back to your momma.”

“Laaaaaadies and gentlemen, we can now reveal that tonight’s event will be… an Oiled Cage Match!”

Tina looked up with trepidation. High above in the shadows of the vaulted stadium gears began to turn as a wire-mesh cube descended on thick cables. It fit right over the ring, encasing all sides, the top another 16 feet above them. Across the roof of the cage were sprinklers and, just as promised, they turned on and began causing a slick rain of oil onto the stage.

With heavy breaths to make her bust expand, she caught the thick droplets onto her bare skin. Subliming into her skin, she shook her head side to side, making it dance around and fly off the tips of her hair. She felt the richness of it on her skin and the crowd got an eyeful when it saturated enough to give her chest reflective shine from the harsh lighting overhead. Looking like a whorish car-wash girl, flag bikini and all, she pranced around to really sell herself. Gyrating in her jeans until they were darkened from the falling oil, following the shape of her body with her hands that didn’t quite touch her skin. Everyone noticed how hard her nipples got through the material but nobody was complaining.

On the opposite end, Slut Tamer was popping off, flexing between poses ripped right out of bodybuilding competitions, twiggy arms pushed out into a circle and making snarly faces at the crowd. They just laughed back at him but he didn’t lose an ounce of confidence from it.

Once the matt was fully slick, the match began. Slut Tamer started moving around, darting on thin legs and sliding like he was on ice skates. Tina could probably break him simply by sitting on him, but he was an agile lightweight. Not only that, he pulled childish faces, exaggerated expressions and gave her the middle finger.

Determined not to let this embarrassing performance go on too long, she decided she needed to put an end to him quickly. Usually Tina was all about giving the crowd value for their money, but the buck-toothed dork was already grating on her nerves.

“C’mon. Come and get me, or your fat titties weighing you down too much? Guuehehehe I could hear them sloshing about when you did your walk out. If you’re a good bitch then I’d let you be my pillow. Better bring a ballgag though, I bite in my sleep and I don’t wanna hear you moan and wake me up guueehehehehe!”

A vein started rising in Tina’s temple and she made a lunch at the shit-talking brat. Her hands closed over empty air as he was already darting away.

“Too slow! Too slow! Cowtits cowgirl never gonna catch meeeeee!”

He zipped along as Tina took more lunches, overreaching in annoyance as she somehow kept evading her grasp. She barely even felt the touch of his arm before the slickness allowed him to pull it free and she went toppling forward.

“OOOooooouuuuhhh!”

“UH OHHHH Spaghettios!”

The crowd ooh’d as she took a tumble, landing hard and, insult adding to injury, S.T. followed up with the most inane, cringe one-liner possible. Tina snarled to her feet, just for her opponent to nip in and drop into a knee slide, going between her legs and slapping her ass from the other side. She turned around too quickly and felt her heel slide, falling sideways again. The more she furiously tried to gain her footing, the more hectic she became, and the boy kept sliding in to upend a limb or push her in just the wrong way.

“Darn it, I’m gonna wring you like a wet sock kid!”

Her face reddened as she started to hear quiet laughter in the audience. A world renown belt-holder was getting underfooted by an obnoxious pre-teen. She would win, of course she would win. But every second that ticked by was like a blow to her pride.

The camera arms arced overhead, sure to pick up all the times where the brat’s pushes always sank deeply into her breasts, forcing her cleavage up to her neck and a gush of oil got geysered over her face again. She spat it out of her mouth in disgust and kicked out, just for the evasive boy to leap over it laughing.

For the next ten minutes, Tina put on a masterclass on how to get ran around by a slippy opponent. She was barely on her feet and starting to attack again before a klaxon sounded and another rain of oil washed down on them. Slut Tamer was infuriating, his brainless insults and mocking behaviour getting more under her skin each time her fingers barely brushed against him on a strike he was able to move away from. The next fall had her crashing backwards onto her cushy ass and immediately he was gripping her leg like a tree-climbing monkey, pulling at her boot. When she kicked out, the lubrication allowed the tan footwear to slip off her leg. Slut Tamer threw it aside and began his assault on her other boot.

It wasn’t long before he had requisitioned the second one. Getting to her feet was easier when she was able to splay to her toes on the lubed up surface, but she didn’t like the optics of this kid treating her as little of a threat that he could waste time stripping her.

“Why don’t you stop playin’ around and actually step up coward.”

“Oohhh the mighty Armstrong gets off to picking on kids!”

He retorted and Tina heard murmurs of agreement in the crowd. It was starting to look bad and she didn’t know how to steer this match back to calmer waters. Then came the milkshake. A polystyrene big-gulp hurled into the walls of the cage, stopping the container but not the contents.

“Hell yeah tame that slut, Slut Tamer. She’s been all high and mighty for years!”

Half-drank and probably-backwashed raspberry milkshake slapped her like a liquid whip, across her face and hair. The boy collapsed into a fit of giggles, infuriating her even more. She grit her teeth and tried to go for him, ready to throttle the child until he stopped making noises. But not two steps in she fell forward, making his laughs ring even louder.

“Guuueeheehehe-AahahAHAHAHAH!”

He kicked his legs up and down in glee before flipping himself up to his feet. What Tina found the most annoying trait of all was how he never seemed to have trouble with the oil. He skated forward and on his next pass got close enough to smugly wipe his bulge across her face. It was as she felt the heat and greasy slide of meat across her face that Tina gasped, left mouth open in horror.

‘That’s no stuffing. This twerp is packing genuine schlong!’

She was so frozen in cock-shock that Slut Tamer was able to snatched the lasso from her belt then unclasp the buckle, sliding away with the fastener in his hand. She felt the whizz of the beaded leather around her wait pulled away. Stunned she got herself up, lack of belt causing her jeans to slide off her body. But the idea of showing a little more skin didn’t worry her right now, crowd whooping at the metallic blue, star spangled bikini bottoms. Her hand went to where she had felt the disrespectful cock-wipe on her cheek.

‘Just what the fuck is going on here Tina?’

Slut Tamer played with the rope, putting his fingers into a loop and pushing it back and forth in a lewd movement.

“Who wants to see me teach this whore a lesson?”

The crowd was flipped, cheering him on as the women they had come here to support couldn’t stop clumsily embarrassing herself. He pulled the rope between his hands and advanced on her…

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Slut Tamer used Tina’s lasso like a whip, lashing out at her whenever she tried to engage, throwing out moves that wound it around her ankles then pulled it back. The match was totally one sided with her unable to even land a single blow on the nerdy looking dweeb and him turning her admired body into a cheap jiggle show for the baying audience.

The constant downings were slowly exhausting her, just as his showboating shredded her patience to the last nerve. She was still trying to comprehend the fact nobody seemed to be screaming about the fact this child was allowed to be walking around lugging a speedo full of cock, by now so tightly pressed and sodden with oil that every hairless crease of his meat was fully visible.

After a particularly nasty crash down, Slut Tamer took the initiative, clambering all over Tina before she could counter attack and wound her own lasso around her body, twisting into knots and with a final hefty tug stepping back to admire his masterpiece of ropecraft.

Tina was hogtied, fine washboard abs down on the floor, all four of her limbs bent and tied together above her and another rope going from there to around her neck so she was forced to look up into Slut Tamer’s egotistical look of superiority.

“Looking a bit, errrm… Tied up!”

He chortled before snapping his fingers and raising a hand like he was calling for attention. At his cue the lights dimmed and a spotlight hit the stage entrance tunnel.

“By god that’s Leifang’s music!”

The announcer roared as a stunning Asian woman stepped out into the fray. Well known on the fighting scene as well as being a high-class Chinese beauty from a wealthy background, the woman was outfitted in a tight latex nurse uniform, showing off the entirety of her legs before the micro-skirt began less than an inch away from her pantie-less slit. The body conscious outfit hugged all of her petite frame as she was forced to walk in small, dainty steps on tall, white, fuck-me boots.

The crowd didn’t know what to make of her and neither did Tina. They were rivals, but friendly ones. Was she here to save her remaining dignity? Her hopes were dashed as Slut Tamer walked up to the edge of the cage in greeting.

“There’s a good bitch. You brought it.”

“Mhmm.”

Leifang nodded demurely, presenting a full syringe of something to the boy, passing it through the gap in the cage. She wouldn’t meet Tina’s eyes as she did, staring down like she was ashamed. She turned to go but S.T. called her back.

“Ummm forgetting something whore? You gotta kiss the boys goodbye before you leave.”

His obscene bulge was thrust through a gap in the cage, lazily dripping with oil. Leifang looked like she wanted to melt through the floor, but instead pressed her knees together and squatted down with difficulty in her restrictive nurse uniform. The closest audience members got a peek at her rich-girl pussy and noticed as she squatted it oozed with a gelatinous white mess. A camera picked up on her scandalous creampie, just as she gave kisses to the barely-visible abs on the boys chest, pecking each one before ending with a swooning smooch on the coiled up shaft of the child’s rod. She held it for an agonising few seconds then pulled back, straightening up and flattening out her nurse dress, clacking away as fast as she could while her face burned in shame.

“Thank youuuuuuuu nuuuuurseee.”

He called after her with a sing-song voice then turned back to Tina, mysterious syringe in his hand.

“What the hell is that!?”

He just smiled as she struggled in her bonds.

“Just a little thing I used to make women easier to tame.”

Tina felt a small jab into her ass and the flow of something into her body. Whatever it was, the effect was immediate. It spread across her ass and outwards on her skin. It was like sticky heat all through her. She became hyper-aware of everything touching her skin. The hardness of the matt pressing on her nipples. The rough elastic of her bikini into her hips was painful, but also pleasurable. She could feel her pussy tingle like an itch to her libido. The oil wasn’t just a slick layer on her now, it felt like erogenous lubrication that made every sensation even more stimulating. There were a million receptors across her body, and she was being inundated with information from all of them in a brain-fog.

SLAP

“Nnnngghhhhuuuuugghuuuhhhh~”

Slut Tamer put his had across her thick cheeks and she moaned at the ass slap. Overwhelming touch elevated by potent aphrodisiacs. But also the touch had re-centred the sensation that had been all around her body, right back to the stinging handprint on her skin. But as the pain faded she could tell the melting abyss of every nerve flooding her with stimuli was spreading over her skin again. She needed that single focus or she was going to go insane. So she called out.

“Ngghh~ Again.”

“Oooh whaddya say? HMMMM You said you want mooooore? Guehehehe!”

“Yeeeessssss”

Tina hissed as she tried to talk while being overtaken by drugs that meant every minor tongue movement was like a sloppy make-out going on in her own mouth. Whatever the sadistic brat injected her with, it was unlike any experience she could have imagined. And she needed whatever mitigation was possible to endure it.

SLAP

“Auuuugghhh YES!~”

Like a bubble popping, the next hit brought focus back to her butt and it felt like a splash of cold water over her overheating brain.

“Bet you’re wondering what’s going on. You just got hit with my special cocktail. Once it goes in, every sensation gets maxxed out guehehehe~ The only thing that fixes it for a little bit is getting all your nerves tweaked in the same place. A slap, a pinch, or other stuff. Fixes you right up. For a minute or so anyway. But if I leave you…”

He hissed his explanation into her ear, backing away with his tongue bit between his teeth. Tina waited. The sensation from where she had been slapped diffused across her body again. Overwhelming touches, the tight rope tying her, every scratchy fibre, they way her bikini dug into her plump curves. The more it went on the more her senses expanded. The microscopic drips of oil mixing on her skin, they ached like a fire that burned her with pleasure. Every sensation pushed up to an extremity that became pure pleasure. She felt a fat droplet of oil moving down the curve of her ass, alongside a hundred other on her body all doing the same thing. And she felt it slow down, but with no reduction in intensity. The rush of sound in her ears got deeper. The influx of sensory information was so much that it was actually slowing her perception of time.

‘How much of this could I taaaaaake?~’

She tried to move her eye, even that feeling slowed down and pleasurable under these conditions. S.T. had already began to move his hand to spank her again and she watched desperately as his palm moved, reducing in speed as it did. It was like she was watching everything in bullet time, while at the same time feeling hundreds of slow-motion orgasms all over her body.

‘It’s so close. Please! Please just connect!’

She mentally screamed, agonizing seconds as she awaited her wake-up slap.

SPANK

“AAAUUUUUUUYYYYYYUUUGHHHHHHH~~!!”

Reality hit her, world condensing back into the child-sized handprint across her butt cheek. For her it was an orgasmic cumming from a micro-orgasm prison that she had been in for almost an hour. To the audience it looked like Tina Armstrong had just started squirting after a kid slapped her ass three times.

Slut Tamer thought this was, yet again, the funniest thing he had ever seen, descending into squeaker hysterics after using every dirty trick in the book to turn a respected wrestler into brain-melted slap-meat.

“You look like a total bitch whore right now gueeheehehehe. Don’t worry though, I’ll keep spanking as long as you do everything I say.”

“Nnghgghghhh fuck you!”

She spat, hating his guts more than she ever felt possible. He just waggled his crotch bulge at her.

“No need to get so pissy about it. I just want a bit of dick cleaning.”

He snapped his speedo with villainous intent, pulling it to the side and letting his fuck python out to explore the surroundings. His cock was a girthy, oil-logged sausage wrapped in a dense foreskin. The size Tina had barely been able to grasp was truly an under-estimate as the length fell over itself after being cooped up against his body for so long. It wasn’t just enormously long for a child, it was bigger than any male Tina had taken to bed by far.

TWACK

He slapped her with it, showing no respect. Her sensory condition reset again, now feeling the sting of his hot shaft like it was still pressed against her cheek from the impact, sizzling her skin. S.T. pulled back his foreskin. It slid with a nauseating peeling sound that crinkled against her ears. The rotund, pouched head revealed an absolute swamp festering under the veil of his dick hood. An unwashed build-up of smegma had met the cloying influx of oil across his body and turned into a pasty sludge that swam around his mushroom tip and caked his glans like congealed, overused cooking grease. The smell blasted Tina and she could feel her sinuses shiver in trepidation.

“Cleaning… that? I won’t.”

“Okay, let’s see what you think about doing it in a minute.”

He wafted his dick-filth under her nose and waited. Tina swallowed. She had to endure this. The alternative was too awful to think about. The whole crowd was watching her enter a staring content with a child’s unwashed cock. No matter how bad it got, she couldn’t submit to his bratty whim. The time ticked forward and she felt the sensations spread around her body again. A hundred points of contact, then a thousand. Time started to feel sluggish. His prick waving on longer and longer cycles around her head. A millions points of interest on her body, each cell reporting directly to her brain. Erogeny in every body part. Her pussy felt like it was immersed in hot honey. Every tastebud screaming about the fetid stink in front of her. ‘How long had it been?’ Had her nipples always been this hard? They felt like stringent rods of pleasure, micro-movements like stroking them to completion. Her clit ached. Absolute overload. If she came, her mind would be shattered long before her body would have time to react. ‘How long had it been!?!’ She couldn’t even move her eyes any more, the motion too slow to detect, her vision locked to the glistening gruel of his smegma grease. Had she been breathing in or out when time had slowed? The rush of air through her throat was impossible to tell, it just felt like a huge cock of sensation burrowing into her mouth. Her body was being fucked by air resistance, by pressure, by gravity. ‘Please God make it stop!!!’

PLAFFPH

His cock slapped down across her face, jolting her back to the stadium, gravelly roar of slowed perception rushing into the crowd noise again.

“NNNNNYYYYYAAAUuuuuuuuuuoooOOOOOOOOOGGGGGHHHhhhhhh~”

The release from the depths of what felt like hours and hours of aphrodisiacal torture had her moaning, tongue out and lapping at the underside of his cock without thinking. Tina’s eye rolled into the back of her head and she soaked her flag-kini with a prolonged squirt of ecstasy.

“Had a good time in the Bitch Zone? Gueheehehe. Ready to clean yet?”

“Y-you can’t… you can’t do this.”

“Errrrrm yes I can, stupid.”

“My mind is gonna break~”

“Gonna cry? Gonna go insane?

“Please don’t do this…”

“Is that a no? Because I could just wait again for five minutes this time. The crowd might get bored and call the match here though. Then I’d leave and who knows how long before the drug wears off.”

“It’s… okay… fine…”

She admitted defeat, swallowing her ego as a fighter and pride as a woman and deftly as she could. Her last words were a struggle to get out as she felt the creeping of the effects coming back to her. Anything to escape that oversexed torment, even if it meant sucking the crud off a preteen’s cock.

She took his head into her mouth with a grimace. The moment her tongue trowelled into his cock-sludge the rotting gunk was able to fully shock her back into full focus. The problem was all her sensation was concentrated in the sensitive tongue that was bathing itself with days of built up dick cheese. Tina Armstrong’s whole world became her movements through the curdled, greasy slime and the way it saturated the whole surface of her tongue.

“Nggguuaaah, it tastes like fucking shit. You fermented this so much it’s like motor oil for your cock~”

She moaned, rising her tastebuds through it, finally swallowing with a struggle as the cloying liquid wanted to clog the sides of her throat. A few more attempts managed it and she felt a throatgasm as the waste slid down. She returned to her duties, sucking away beneath the mushroom head, suckling his glans and spoiling his prick all in an effort to pile his cock-trash an inch high on her tongue, closing it and swallowing as many times as needed before the soul-gouging payload was delivered to her stomach. The global broadcast caught the moment where the Women’s Wrestling champion displayed a kid’s smegma on her tongue before dramatically devouring it in front of a crowd.

“Haah~ Are you fucking done yet you sadistic little prick?”

Slut Tamer lay back on the matt and spread his legs towards her, showing his hairless, pink butthole to her.

“Not even close. Gotta make me cum with my butt first gueheehehehe.”

He explained with the dorky brain-rot that came from experiencing sex purely as a vehicle to drizzle women with shame. He turned around and squatted over her, ready to plant his ass over her face and use her as a seat.

“Who’s ready to see me Tame. This. Slut!”

The crowd cheered back, all support for Tina lost at this point. S.T. presented his puckered knot to the blonde. Her nose fit nicely into his ass crack. He leant back on his new chair, signing as he sank onto her pretty features like it was a deluxe gaming chair.

Tina needed some burst of sensation to ground herself, and the brat only gave her one option. She opened her mouth, locking her glossy lips to his twitching butt and forcing herself onto the hole. Her tongue emerged and she plunged it as far into his ass as she could. She heard him give a delighted yelp, as the inner walls of his sweaty, oiled up shitpipe assaulted her senses. Nothing escaped the drenching of lubricant they both had been given today, and that included deep into his anus. The tight ring gripped her tongue but she was able to slide it around easily, waxing his colon like an obedient ass-eating whore. At full extension she could flick her tongue up and feel the soft golf-ball bump of his prostate. A shudder of excessive delight ran through his taint when she did.

“Oooohoohhooho the cunt already knows what to do. Just keep that up until I fucking NUT bitch!”

Unfortunately for Tina, his twerpy butthole didn’t have as much stimulation as his unwashed cockhead, leading her to get more desperate in order to stave off the effects of the drug.

She laid her family name and her honour out like an offering and then took every step to desecrate herself. The All-American beauty, going face to ass with a foul child. Her representation of good old fashioned rural hospitality, lapping at the turd cutter of a pre-teen Heel like the most deranged wrestling storyline ever concocted. Tina had the beauty of a model, and it became his rimseat. The voice of a rockstar, all used to moan at his taint. She savaged herself, forcing her tongue deeper, sucking in nastier dregs. She needed that sour, bitter taste of kiddy butthole to stave off insanity, but the audience just saw her wantonly slurping the soul out like she was addicted to him.

Her efforts were not unnoticed, S.T’s fat sheathed snake waking up from all the direct prostate pummelling he was taking. Her tongue played with his cum button like a mashed joystick and it was getting his footlong bitchtamer hard as fuck.

Just as Tina was feeling diminishing returns from giving the inside of a twelve-year-old’s asshole a spot-clean, he sat up and put his stupendously heavy balls right over her face. The hairless, saggy scrote sack piled up of her face before he directed it into her mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuck you lapped my shitter real nice. Now gargle deez nuts until I fucking cum!”

With the sound of a plunger being forced hard, he dropped his fat, oily orbs into Tina’s mouth, squatting repeatedly. His bratty seed pods were big enough to make her choke, his violent teabagging hawking up sprays of spit that lanced trough the air to cover her face. Gagging her on his testes was just what she needed to fight the drug, her throat clasping around them as her eyes rolled, choking herself on kiddy nuts. She could feel a heavy vibration in them, a low frequency wriggling that moved through them. They didn’t just throb, the sperm inside fucking churned.

“Nuuuuggghhhhhhhh yeaaaahhh Biiiitch!”

He kept facesitting her, his winking asshole leaving kisses on her forehead, sweltering balls running amok in her mouth. His cock was flexing. His whole body was gearing up to unleash.

“Nuuuuuueeiiiiiiii~”

He screeched his way to orgasm, the sounds of pleasure just as obnoxious as everything else that spewed from his mouth, face contorting to an exaggerated soyface of satisfaction. His nuts grumbled, feeling like an engine starting up in her mouth. Then they retracted, taking her with them until they pressed hard to his taint as he came. Tina was lip locked to his balls, nose inhaling his taint sweat and eye-level with his asshole for a close-up view of his deeply twitching bung as his body fought to manifest his giganut.

“UUURGGGHHHHH!”

With a bellow he came hands-free, his piss slit widening in anticipation as, slowly, a finger-thick solid plug of sperm started to extend out of his cock. His moiling balls didn’t just work to create a load. Just like every other quirk of this brat, he was custom built to be as degrading and as filthy as possible to his victims. So while Tina gave everything to get him off with greedy rimslut service and being his teabag strainer, a full orgasm only did enough for his cock to eject a solid cylinder of sperm halfway out of his engorged meat. It hung, shimmering, three inches past the top of his cock. It was so thick with virile swimmers that it stayed there, barely even bowing with gravity. A fat, glue thick spermcicle that from the grunting, howling spurts as it edged it’s way out, felt like absolute heaven to eject from his cock. The pure satisfaction of going from gummed up solid nuts to having his pipes cleaned to a satisfactory emptiness was divine. He just needed his bitch to suck out the rest of his nasty tube of plugged up sperm and he would be happy.

Extracting his balls with a pop, he span around and presented Tina’s mouth with the fat slug of white jelly to fellate. Too rimshocked to to anything but comply, she forced her lips onto the hanging sperm. It didn’t break up her mouth, letting her slurp on it like a hot cumsicle. Her eyes crossed as a megaton of flavour beamed directly into her enhanced senses, corrupting all knowledge she had of taste. Everything was redefined by the salty, sweet and bitter parameters of his cock sauce. Her brain re-wrote her tastebuds to only respond to the taste of sperm in future, especially the backed-up sperm that had been rotting in the bottoms of a pair of kiddy nuts for god knows how long.

Mindbroken by nut gunk, she moaned whorishly and forced her throat down further, determined to drag that whole log of sperm out by any means necessary. She squirted off multiple times, each thrust of his hips and the base of his cock touching her lips and another burst of squirt hit the matt like a jetwash.

‘I’m not a fighter. I’m just an onahole. A simple fuck sleeve for children. If I’m not, he will leave me to rot in overstimulated ecstasy. I have to be useful to him. I want to be tamed. I want to be a good slut. I mastered being a wrestler, a rock star, a model, an actress. I can learnt to be a whore just as good~’

“Uurrrgghh I’m COOOOOOOMING.”

With a victorious grunt, S.T. felt his cum-plug come unstuck, shooting off into Tina and distending her gullet as it stuck in her craw. He stepped back and let the camera zoom in to her, hogtied, face a whorish mess of spit and mascara and with half a foot of solid sperm lodged in her throat like a fat white dildo. With impressive gulps she gagged down his unfathomable load and gasped, opening her mouth wide to show how she ate it all like a good girl.

“I said I’d tame this bitch. How about you tell the world who you are slut?”

“I’m Tina Armstrong. I used to have a dream to stand on top of this world. But now I realise my place is kneeling down under it, sucking young cock and being a whore 24/7. Wish me luck in my new career Daddy!”

--

A month later, Tina Armstrong had gone from the peak of the wrestling world to seeing her career derailed, all from the total humiliation she had suffered. Dropped by her agency, sponsors pulled out, her father didn’t return her calls.

She wasn’t the beauty of the ring any more, she was the slut that showed herself cumming her brains out with her tongue deep in a twelve-year-old’s ass. Who yelled out shameless filth on live pay-per-view. She couldn’t even get gigs in the rookie circuit now. There was only one place she was both recognised and welcome.

She paced the mouth of a dark alleyway, streetlights humming overhead. Her cowboy boots had been swapped out for trashy hooker pumps that elevated her off the filthy floor. Her American flag bikini was maintained, except now even more scandalously proportioned on her body, a tiny boob-tube that let areola slip with every jiggle and a miniscule thong that left a tuft of her pubes peeking over the edge and got eaten completely in her gigantic ass-globes that quaked with every step. Without access to her private gym and dietician approved meals, she had to scrape together whatever she could earn for fast food instead. Her body had quickly began to add excess pounds to all of her curves. Even the midriff she so proudly bared was getting a plump, squeezable tummy. But in her new career, fatter titties and an extra-spankable ass were a bonus.

Streetwalking was the only path she had left now. Her pacing brought her past a poster advertising Slut Tamer’s next event match against La Mariposa. Tina half-hoped she would lose in as degrading a fashion as she had, then she might have a friend to work the streets with her.

“Are you her?”

A young voice, and a question that meant he was a first timer. Tina Armstrong clacked over to the curious pre-teen who had just poked his head around the corner.

“Of course I am cutie. You got some pocket money for me?”

She knew the kid-fucker reputation she had now. She set up her territory right between the playground and the skatepark, not far from multiple schoolbus routes. Boys worldwide had seen her get tamed with innocent wide-eyes and suddenly realised they wanted that experience for themselves. They should have been an easy catch for her.

“I got ten bucks if you eat my butt like you did to Slut Tamer.”

But of course, mostly what she got were pushy brats who wanted to degrade her as much as possible. 10 dollars to suck hole for a couple of hours was the best offer she was likely to get tonight.

“Sure kid.”

She snatched the offered note with two fingers, tucked it into her thong strap and sauntered her wide hips into the alleyway so she could squat down and turn her mouth into a child’s stress toy. A few more weeks of selling her body for these kid’s allowances and she could afford another dose of S.T’s drug. Leifang told her that his new formula was triple the strength she had before…

--

The still nude Yoruichi watched with distaste as her final opponents fate was broadcast through the vision orbs, turning to the only figure left standing once Tina’s fate had faded out.

“There. I won. Keep your end of the bargain and return me to Soul Society.”

The Ringmaster tightened his grip on the lion-tamer whip he kept on his belt, enough for Yoruichi to heard the leather creaking in his hands. He smiled tongue slicing over and pressing over pin-point sharp teeth before answering.

“Haven’t you ever played a fighting game before?”

The dark skinned woman folded her arms and tried to look imposing over him, heaving her chest together shamelessly.

“I suppose not. Well if you had, you would know what happens when you reach the end of the Arcade mode.”

“And? What happens?”

“You fight the boss character of course...”

Chapter Text

“Boss character? You said I get to go home.”

“Ah I said you’d win a chance to go home. There is another way this ends and one you might find an even better proposal. How about it? One last dance.”

Yoruichi tilted her head back, glowering down at the Ringmaster.

“Sure.”

She didn’t think she really had a choice. What was one more battle now? The Ringmaster tipped his hat to her then spread his arms to the unseen audience.

“Has our Shinigami princess not done excellently this tournament? Alas she has a final hurdle. Please welcome the returning champion, one of our institutions most illustrious winners, our reigning Queen of Sluts. Morrigan Aensland!!”

A refined giggle came from above. Yoruichi looked up as her competitor floated down from above, sitting crossed legged on a swarm of bats. One arm resting on her chin, slender fingers playing through emerald hair, the other drumming a beat on anticipation on her vampyric throne.

“This is who you have for me this time?”

She leant forward, letting pale titmeat spill from the cups of her dark leotard outfit. The ruffled trim hung off her like disarrayed camisole straps. Her legs uncrossed and Yoruichi saw the tight cameltoe between her thighs, the whole length of her pins wrapped in wine-coloured stockings with bat motifs. Morrigan smiled at her prey, piercing eyes as green as her hair. When she stepped off her cloud of servant creatures, the fluttering of the wings on her head and hips gave away her demonic nature.

Her boots touched the floor and the seat scattered, leaving just her. But she was imposing enough on her own. Yoruichi could sense spiritual pressure, and what this Succubus had was something close enough to that to tell her this fight was not meant to be a simple victory lap.

“Yes she will do nicely. I can tell she has the appetite for stimulation. Are you nervous?”

She addressed Yoruichi with the question.

“No. I’m quite used to dealing with the ‘demons’ of my own world.”

“Oh just dealing with them? No time to play with them instead? You might have found that more fun. You might still have that chance.”

“Not if I defeat you here.”

“Why go through all this fighting? Take my hand and we could go straight to giving you a taste of the dark side. Sink into the sea of pleasure.”

Yoruichi just raised her arms into a fighting pose as her answer.

“Very well. I get to use the kitty as a plaything first.”

Morrigan laughed to herself, mirroring her opponents stance.

“FIGHT!!”

The Ringmaster called, then hurriedly retreated before the two fighters could clash. Morrigan blew a kiss over to the dark-skinned woman.

“It is hardly appropriate for me to be the one with so much more clothing.”

She pointed out Yoruichi’s continued nakedness and held up her hands into a diamond with her index fingers and thumbs. As her arms moved apart the diamond turned into a shimmering window which she stepped through and instantly had her costume flayed from her body. The uptick in lustful power was overwhelming. The Shinigami’s golden eyes widened in shock as she felt the strength. Eyes of the unseen audience ran across the Scottish succubus’s skin. An aristocratic whore who flaunted her form, a body so pale it fit her nocturnal lifestyle. Thin and slender aside from the jiggle of fat, tempting breasts and a workout booty sandwiched between wide, wing-adorned hips.

Yoruichi summoned the power of her lightning, not waiting to see what other tricks this wench had. Shocks arced from the floor to her body as she punched ahead, puma-like in her strike. But as she went high, Morrigan had dropped low. A spinning kick that moved her underneath the woman, and the taunt of her raising her hand just enough to touch her cocoa-midriff as she flew over.

“Mmm such a cutie.”

The purple-haired woman rolled into her landing and flipped into another strike. Morrigan danced away from everything, so empowered in this tournament of lust that it was like home turf.

‘What was it the Ringmaster had said? Former champion? No wonder she excels here.’

Yoruichi couldn't dwell on the implication that this sick game had been repeated before god knew how many times. She was too busy being led astray by Morrigan’s teasing feints until she fell into a Soul Fist fireball and then took a high kick to the side of the head making her stumble. But as she backed off to recover momentum, she realised something else.

Morrigan’s attacks didn’t hurt like the other fighters had. They felt good.

A punch to her toned tummy left her reeling but it was the aftershock to her womb that staggered Yoruichi rather than the actual hit. Lighting strikes bounced off Morrigan with a giggle, like all her techniques could do was tickle the other woman.

“Over heeeere~”

She turned around and somehow the Succubus had a twin, her mirror version pincering her with a chop to the back that made her moan out as her nipples got harder. Both Morrigans leant in and she felt their lips smooch onto both of her cheeks.

“That’s Aaauuugh~ you…”

Her dizzied vision struggled to focus as the mirror Morrigan stepped into the other and became one being again. She could still feel the burn of her kiss marks as the sky started to spin around her. She fell back, as the green-haired woman stepped forward and put a bare foot onto her breast, squishing the fat cat tat under her sole.

“That’s right. Sleep. Enjoy the dream. I’ll see you on the other side.”

As Yoruichi sank into masochistic overpleasure, she realised none of them had ever had a chance of escaping this tournament from the start.

--

Across the rooftops of Karakura Town, through a rainstorm and in the depth of night, Yoruichi ran like a shadow. The falling water had her dark skin and even darker bodysuit looking slick, catching every photon from the streetlights and the neon signage emerging from the drinking establishments below. On a normal evening there would have been people walking below. But the rain brought out monsters in this town, and people could sense that even when they couldn’t see it.

She couldn’t remember much of the night so far. She must have been on patrol. Had Ichigo asked her to watch for something tonight? What was the last thing she could remember anyway? She shook her head. No reason to be distracted by that now. The Flash Master ran on.

_{“Waaaaaaaaah~”}

She tilted her head, hearing something from a nearby alley. She disappeared, re-appearing a few rooftops away.

“Uuuwaahhhhh~”

A crying child, closer now. She followed the noise again, stopping every so often for the next heart-rending sob.

“AAAuuuuWWWAAAAAuuuugh~”

Finally she was practically on top of it. She looked down from the top of the utility pole and saw a hunched up boy, arms wrapped around his knees and sat in a cardboard box that was almost falling apart due to the rain. Yoruichi wondered why nobody around had come to help such distraught wailing then she saw the glint of metal on his chest. A small length of chain emitting from the boys heart. None of the humans around would have been able to see or hear him. A poor lost soul that would become a Hollow if left unattended.

Yoruichi sighed, knowing her duty. She leapt down from her vantage point and landed in front of the boy. His head snapped up, cry choked in his throat as he saw her. Up close she could verify her theory. Not only was his chain only a few links long, it was highly corroded and on the cusp of hollowfying. She also got a better look at the boy himself.

He had the look of a lean puppy, sinewy and taut, far less than the chubbyness you’d expect of a child. Perhaps when alive he had the misfortune of a hard life. His washed-out blond hair was almost white with just the edges showing a pale yellow where light could shine through. The water had put his white shirt tight to his skin the same as his hair. He looked to be twelve. Young, but not too young to not have sought shelter from the rain surely? The pathetic display was capped off with the fact the box had kanji for ‘Adopt Me!’ scrawled across it in felt marker.

“Hey kiddo. Looking a bit drenched there. How about we got out of the rain?”

His lip wobbled as he stared up her stupendously long Shunpo-adept legs, before he nodded and cautiously put a hand out to meet hers. She pulled him up, thinking that the boy practically weighed nothing, then guided him over the overflowing concrete water channels and to the nearest overhang. They stepped under what would normally be a pop-up ramen stand, though even that business had given up tonight.

His nervous hands wrung out water from his shirt and she started down at him between latex clad breasts. Her hand moved to the Zanpakuto side-tied to the small of her back. All she needed to do was press the end of the hilt to his forehead and release his soul. She knew it was the right thing to do, but it always felt bittersweet when working with such a young child. Her hand closed around the hilt, ready to unsheathe. Then he looked up at her, blue eyes the colour of a summer paddling pool.

“My name’s Cody! What’s yours?”

Her hand stayed. She didn’t know why she was prolonging it.

“Yoruichi. How come you were out there?”

“I was waiting for the sun. When the sun comes out my parents will be back. They said to wait and we will get ice-cream.”

“How long were you waiting?”

Code looked down at his hands, pulling out fingers like he was counting along in his head. Three, four, five fingers. Finally he just threw up his palms.

“I don’t remember. But they’ll be back soon. They promised.”

Yoruichi pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing that simply freeing his soul was the cleanest thing to do. But something in this boy had plucked at her heart a little.

“C’mon kid. I bet we can find some ice-cream somewhere.”

She took his hand and lead on, the boy beaming at her promise, his small steps going twice the rate of her long strides. As he got pulled along, most of his vision was taken up by the two boulders of dark, ass-meat that were latex-clad and bobbled with raindrops shaking themselves up and down with each of Yoruichi’s steps. The narrow crotch of her leotard was totally flossed in her prodigious ass. If she had stopped to spread her cheeks the flimsy strap would barely have covered her winking asshole. As his twelve-year old mind was blasted by close-up booty shaking, the tip of his soul chain seemed to smoulder and his crotch twitched ominously…

--

The duo followed the neon lights until they stumbled across a convenience store, a brightly lit island with a welcoming ‘OPEN’ sign. She hugged the boy to her body, his face cradling into the gap between her hips and soft underboob, as they made the final sprint through the rain across the empty parking lot.

Somehow the automatic doors knew to let them in, making the confused human behind the counter give a look towards the doors acting up. Cody gave a wave to the man, not realising he was ignored as he pattered in. Yoruichi headed right to the freezers at the back.

“Hey, watch this boy.”

She grinned at him, clicking her fingers and a small tub of ice-cream appeared in her hands, just as one behind the glass door disappeared so fast it left the neighbouring tubs spinning.

“Waaaooow!”

He lit up as she passed it over.

“Eat up kid. I’ll go pay.”

She lied, having neither money nor pockets on her outfit where she could store it. But she didn’t want this kid to think he was stealing in his final hour. She walked away towards the checkout and then leaned back slightly to watch him. He eagerly pulled the small scoop from the underside of the tub, got it ready to dive in, then peeled back the lid.

Against her expectations, Cody’s face fell. The scoop dropped from his fingers and he looked on the verge of tears again.

‘Aaaaugh, you try to do something nice! What the hell’s wrong?!’

She backed up, hips swaying as she sauntered back over to him.

“Something the matter?”

He jerked his head and then Yoruichi saw something unexpected in his eyes. Malice.

“I don’t want vanilla. I wanted chocolate!”

His voice had dropped into a spiteful whine. She couldn’t believe his sudden turn.

“Okay settle down. We can just swap-”

“No! Chocolate! Now! Chocolate! Now now now!!!”

He stomped his feet, getting louder and louder, cutting her off. As her arm went to the freezer door he leapt into her. His hands pinching her upper arms and shoving his face right towards her breasts. Yoruichi turned her body, deflecting him away. His took the dismissive throw as an insult, face contorting with rage as he spun around and launched himself again.

“Why not!? Give it to me! Your such a mean bitch!! You’re not a nice lady. You’re just a whore like mommy was.”

He was grabbing out for any part of her skin he could reach. Neck, her bare back, either exposed thighs. She flash stepped away.

‘Was he this close to turning? Just what is wrong with this kid?’

“Calm down Cody. I’m sorry. We can have fun again.”

Her hand was ready with her Zanpakuto. Giving him a final treat had been a mistake. She should end this now. But his soul chain was rapidly disintegrating, getting closer to his chest. She drew her blade, but it was too late. The chain had fully fallen away leaving a dark hole in the boy’s chest. Yoruichi leapt into a strike but he batted her away, spiritual pressure rising off the charts.

She got clear as he roared, body beginning to change. Grabbing the unaware cashier, she got them to safety just as the shelves exploded from Cody’s hollowification, debris flying out of the convenience store. Yoruichi dropped the confused worker near a bus stop, then flash stepped back to see what Cody had become. She stepped onto the opposite rooftop in time to see him emerging from the broken walls of the store.

Instead of the thin boy he was before, a monster emerged. Shoulder level to the roof of the squat buildings around him, a dark mustard coloured body, shredded with muscles and a slightly hunched stance like he would be just as comfortable on all fours as walking. The Hollow hole in his chest was obvious, as was the white bone mask that covered the creatures face, elongated with a muzzle and with bared fangs carved into the design that didn’t move when his corrupted voice roared out.

“YOOOOOOORRRR-CHIIII!!”

Something of him was still in there, enough to recognise her.

“Sorry little one. I’ll make this quick.”

She lamented, balling her fist and summoning some lightning. One strike for a low level Hollow should be enough. But the power didn’t come when she summoned it.

“Huh?”

As she looked down at her fist, trying to figure out why her powers had been sealed. In that moment the Hollow Cody attacked. His legs seemed springloaded, like the haunches of a wolf. His shape brought to mind a burly wolfman figure. And as his shadow crossed Yoruichi’s vision, she looked back up and caught a look at the ominous sheathe on the underside of his body.

Stunned by the implication, she didn’t react fast enough when he landed behind her and turned into a tail sweep that knocked her off balance. She threw all her limbs out and pushed off the wall as she fell, landing with skidding water spray into the centre of the parking lot.

“YOOOR-CHIII, WHOOOOOOREEEE”

His gravelly growl accompanied by a pointing finger.

‘Hollows are born from grudges. What grudge could make him so focussed on… me?’

She looked at her body. Heaving breasts with each deep breath. An ass looking so oiled and juicy in the rain. Bright golden eyes that peered through her dark purple hair like lamps. As she watched his sheathed cock extend from his body in a pulsating red pillar of cock, she put the pieces together.

‘Ohhoo, you wanted chocolate? Cheeky brat.’

His dick emerged looking alien and brutal. A clearly canine dick, fluted with a flat tip and a gigantic knot of fuckmeat at the base. It was hot enough to turn raindrops to steam as they hit it, bobbing menacingly as if it existed purely to sate itself in Yoruichi’s kitty.

Slowly, she reached behind her as the stare-off continued. If her techniques were failing her for some reason, her Zanpakuto wouldn’t. Or so she thought. Upon trying to draw it out, it refused to budge from its scabbard. Trying to not show any of the panic she felt, she pulled again. It refused her touch. It was like something in the sword disavowed her, judged her unworthy now. She gulped.

Sensing weakness, Cody pounced. Even her flash step failed as she tried to flee, her foot slipping sideways and refusing to engage. Her bare, retreating back felt the clawed hand of Cody pushing her down. She hit the floor and his huge weight held her there, like prey to toy with. A normal Hollow would have ended her there, but he was anything but that.

Yoruichi’s eyes shot open in panic as his whole cock pressed itself across her back, oozing precum so intense that it dripped on her head and she could practically taste the musky salt. An extended claw dissected the bodysuit away from her. Her dark tits looked even bigger outside of the constricting battle-attire. They squelched into the floor until a strong claw pulled her ponytail back and lifted her front half off the floor.

“Grrrrrr, Cody! Put me down!”

She ordered, even as the beast made her look directly up and his wagging cock steamed her face in its heat.

“Haaah~”

Her nipples shot to hardness as she breathed in those demonic pheromones. He wanted her to see it. Watch in awe at the cock that was about to split the former Captain in two. He dropped her ponytail and she fell back to the ground. A powerful foot clamped down on the back of her head as he lined himself up for soul-breaking thrusts into her elite body.

“YOORR-CHIII BREEEEED”

Her chocolate-caked cheeks rippled apart as his beast cock wedged itself up against her holes. As red as a fire-hydrant and with even more girth, even Yoruichi’s legendarily mouth-watering booty looked inadequate for the task ahead. His driving pressure moved it up towards her terrified asshole.

“You won’t breed there! Please! It’s toooooOOOO BIIIIIIGGGG.”

Her irises shank to tiny points and her tongue shot out as her cry morphed into an animalistic moan, feeling her hole re-shape to the monster’s battering ram. Just a single inch of progress and his pricked had gaped her past all previous limits. Her sex life had been adventurous before, but nothing could prepare her from the titanic girth of a lust-enraged Hollow. She felt the pressure on her head increase as he pushed her further into the ground, grunting and roaring with effort as he struggled to get his cock any deeper. Yoruichi felt her lower half rise up off the ground as his prick’s entry distended her tummy enough to hit the floor. She was just a sleeve for his giga-anal experiment on her tight body. His fist closed around her midriff and she felt him rise. Her body ragdolled along with him. In his hand she was just a fuck hole, barely good enough for more than a handful of inches up and down the tip of his cock.

“NNNURUUURRRAAAARGGGG~”

She slipped down another half inch, her body relaxing all muscles as she almost slipped out of consciousness, only for them all to re-tighten as survival instinct kicked back in. Her pussy couldn’t cope with the brain-grating sensation, squirting a submissive arc of fem-cum like a request for mercy. But Cody just dragged her down more, rotating his wrist to drill his cock deeper. Red beast cock with a maze of veins sank through the ebony curves of Yoruichi’s ass cheeks, finding home in her gaping pink insides. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she squirted again, next arc of orgasm shooting out horizontal before the last had even petered out.

“Rruuu-Rruuuu-Ruuuu”

A crude laughter at her buttslut treatment from Cody, loving how she couldn’t help but cum on his cock. He let go completely, leaning back and flexing his cock, laughing again as she rode the tip of his dick as it bucked up and down. The shape of his meat was clear inside her. Her body struggled to differentiate between the massive helpings of pain and pleasure, and this was all just from the first eight inches battering in her. The next thirty would destroy her completely. She was barely past the flanged tip and the rod would only get wider. She could feel the pointed tip rubbing right over her weakspot and felt another shameful orgasm building.

“AAAUUUUUGH YOU’RE GOING TO SNAP ME IN HAAAALLF!!!”

She pleaded with the beast. The worst part is that her Shinigami body probably meant she would be alive and awake for her entire destruction. Cody leant forward and she hit the floor with a yelp. She braced herself, thinking his deep thrusts were about to begin.

But as she waited with closed eyes, nothing happened. Then she heard a crack, like huge stone plates coming apart. A block of bone landed with a crunch beside her and she twisted her body to look up. The wolf-claw at the end of his muscular arm was gripping the edges of the mask, wrenching it away from his body. As he broke through the forces keeping the mask stuck on his, a bright light swallowed him, causing Yoruichi to shield her eyes. She felt his cock mercifully extract from her ass, leaving her sore rim twitching in an effort to close again.

When the illumination cleared a very different figure stood over her. It looked like Cody as a boy again. But his blond acid-wash hair had lengthened to a shoulder-length mane. His own jaw merged into a canine jaw-bone and other panels of skeletal armour plates covered his body. What was left on his body was the hole in his chest, and the hanging bestial cock from his crotch. His cock was still a studly size, but no longer had the destructive girth of his previous form.

Yoruichi had never seen a Hollow ascend to an Arrancar so quickly. With his regain of humanity she might be able to reason with him. Nursing her sore ass she extended a hand to him.

“Cody…”

He looked at her with cold eyes, like he was appraising meat. His new, sharpened teeth clenched.

“Slut.”

“I can help you. Find you a place in Hueco Mundo.”

“My place is here. Taming all the Shinigami bitches who think they can flaunt their curves and get away with it. Making them all moan over fat beast cock. Does it bother you? Being hundreds of years old, a soul of nobility? And getting your guys rearranged by a child?”

He spoke calmly now, still young but without the bounds of energy he had before.

“You don’t have to do this.”

She struggled away from him, legs too shaky to stand yet, she pushed herself along the asphalt. He followed her with slow footsteps.

“You belittled me like a toy. You’re the toy now.”

Yoruichi’s pussy had the sharpest sense of being in danger she had ever felt. His cock might be smaller, but that meant there was actually a chance he could force her it take it. Not to mention the smouldering boulder of knot at the base that made her mind spin just from thinking about it.

He kicked her legs open and bared his fangs, diving into her chest and sinking his teeth right over her espresso nipples. She squealed as her areolae were peppered with stabbing sensations and her long plug-like teat was drawn into the brats mouth. He nursed with suckling drags on her chest. His other hand, still adorned with bone-like claws gripped her other titty hard, squeezing all of that delicious titmeat around his digits. Her shook his head like a pup, each whimper of pain in her voice just hardening his prick even more.

SQSH!

A hearty plunging noise and Yoruichi was moaning even more. His fat doggy dick entering her pussy and the first casualty was her clit being masked up against the inhuman shape, contorting to every curve and rippling along the raised veins of the raw-meat stick. The pre-cumming tip made the journey just about possible, a path of devouring pleasure that she felt inside her.

“Grrr take it!”

He lunched forward, making his flared tip give a hard kiss to the opening of her womb.

“Auugh!”

She felt the syrupy precum filter through, running like hotsauce into her most intimate areas. His bestial cum was corrupting, She could feel it as it trickled right into her ovaries. It was like his cock exerted its own spiritual pressure. He had become an Arrancar, but held no weapon.

‘His weapon is… his cock?!?’

She realised just as he pulled it back then thrust again, his hips making his fucking look more like a battle stance. Teeth and claw mauling her breasts to dizzying, painful nipplegasms, and he forced his cock back into her cunt.

“NNNuuuaauuughh!”

Yoruichi came. He delighted in her lost dignity, feeling her pussy spasm. That way it fluttered guided him. He pulled out again. Pre-teen body exerting every defined muscle of his body, he powered forward, stabbing directly into her G-spot.

“Nyyyooouuuughh, TOO MUCH!!”

She pleaded, but he pulled back and did the same thing again.

“AUUuugggghhh!”

She came and he snarled at her pleasure. Every thrust mashed the start of his knot against her clit. Every thrust and it hit up against her dark oyster lips, threatening to assault her further, like a basketball of dickmeat dribbling over her cunt.

WHAM, WHAM WHAMMM! POP!

“NNAUUUGGHHHH TOO DEEP!!!”

Her pussy squirted in vain, unable to even get her juices out around the wedge of dogmeat knotted into her pussy. She dry-came in desperation, clawing at the ground and writing her hips against her child owner. Once fully hilted, Cody went into a rapid, thrusting frenzy, a wolf humping at his bitchmeat, turning Yoruichi’s insides into totally submissive kitten-flesh for his rod.

He rutted hard enough for drops of water from the rain to bounce of her body in waves, streaking across their naked bodies as her insides soaked in squirt and precum. She moved her hips on autopilot, desperate for the pleasure from him. Her mouth formed a long oval as she panted her way through chaining orgasms. His knotted cock was like a burning battering ram. He started to cum for real, relishing his orgasms with a cutely squeezed face of kiddy exertion, contrasted with the way his fat, animal cock surged with jizz.

TTWWWUUUURRRPPPFFFTHHH~

Her womb was packed in seconds, after that her ovaries were distended with fat, beast sperm and she could feel every one wriggling in impregnating potential.

“I CAN’T STOP CUMMMINNNGG~ I’M GONNA HAVE YOUR FUCKING PUPPIES~”

The former Captain of Squad Two mewled wantonly as she gave her pussy over to a child blessed with a dramatic uptick in power and cock-size. She had slain hundreds of monsters, survived wars between Spiritual gods. But it was a boy with two foot of dog dick than finally tamed her.

He remained knotted enjoying his Arrancar form’s orgasm for over ten minutes as he unloaded, surging feelings through his small body that caressed his cock with the feeling of heaven. The inside of Yoruichi was the path to Nirvana for his unworthy Hollow cock.

Spfuh~ POP!

His knot reduced enough to finally break free from her cunt. Her hole was widened enough to see the burial of semen that had been ejected into her, swirling sauce flowing like a river from her bubblegum insides to the dark skin beyond.

“Haah~ haah~ Cody. You. Stud.”

She caressed her belly, round from the litres of cum her new owner has gifted her.

“Roll over bitch. It’s not over.”

She looked up at him and saw no mercy in those eyes. He turned her with his clawed, bone gauntlets, pancaking her cumbelly with her fat tits onto the floor and getting ready to prove himself at her other hole again. Her ass was welcoming, broken in by the girth of the Hollow cock.

Cody pushed into her back, flattening her tits to the floor, spreading out wide enough for him to sink his hands into the excess boobage and grope her chest in fully extended doggy style. His cock bullied its way into her ass, an extra hard thrust enabling his knot to bypass her anal ring.

Then his eyes glowed white, sending lines of energy down his body and converging into his crotch. Inside Yoruichi’s ass, the lines throbbed through the labyrinth of veins of the doggy dick.

“Resurrección – Mating Explosion, Lobo Gigante.”

He intoned. Yoruichi felt a rumble inside and then the feeling of his cock engorging. His tiny, boyish body remained the same, but the weapon of cock he wielded unleashed its true power. It grew, filling out to the Hollow form she had barely survived the encounter with. But now it was already lodged inside her with no escape.

“No! Cody stop this is insane! Call it off I’m beggiiiaaaAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-NGH~”

Her face rouged into a frenzied heat as his other power awakened her. Lightning cat ears from her Thunder God form rose out of her hair, her own animalistic traits responding to this alpha wolf cock.

“Nyyyyyooouuughhhhhh~”

She groaned even as her body energised with it. Her strength had been sealed all night, but responded now when it related purely to sexual competitiveness. His cock had outgrown the size she had struggled with before. A tree-trunk of meat that was enough to tame a Goddess. The knot that sealed her fate, stretching her ass beyond measure.

“RRUUUARRRRGGGHH YESSS!”

The boy screamed, the feeling of her thunder powers surging around his rod, not painful to his overpowered body, just working to stimulate and draw out that load. His dick had recast Yoruichi’s dignified form into his cock holster, his knot too big to properly thrust. This spiritual massage was how his cum would be milked out.

Their bodies rocked together, Yoruichi’s eyes turning to cat-like irises as she bounced herself as much as she could, her entire body sweating with exertion and her hips at the limit just to shake her ass around the brutal insertion. His palms on her breasts squeezed her nipples outwards until they were cumming too, sparks of lightning zapping her sensitive tips with each jarring ripple of cock through her.

“NNYYYAAAAAA, CUMMMAAAANNNYYYAAAAAAAA-ING~~”

Her brain was circling the drain as each rocking motion seemed to make her cunt squirt. Each scape of his knot inside frying her human morals until she was just a bitch cat, fully feral and ripe for breeding.

“AAAUUUUUURRRRRGHHHH!”

The boy called out like a howl as his finale orgasm crested over him. From the depths of his balls came the sperm. Chunky, fetid and overwhelmingly dense with pheromones. Enough to impregnate her with litters of Hollow puppies, even when ejected into the wrong hole. His orgasm pulsed his knot, increasing its girth again like a weighty anchor and adding the final snap to Yoruichi’s sanity.

“NNYOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AUUUGHHHHHHHH~”

Her eyes showed nothing but white as his sperm wave crashed over her insides, dense pressure ruining her hole and jetting against her most sensitive spots.

Like a cork of lead, his cock stoppered any of the gush of cum from escaping, nowhere to go but into her guts. Cody’s orgasm lasted a half-hour, submerging him in a trace of pleasure breeding that melded with Yoruichi’s fried kitty-brain as the electricity in her body swapped pleasure between the couple. An obedient dark-skinned breed hole and her hung, bestial child master, locked together in cyclical bliss.

When his Resurrección form finally wore off, the boy collapsed back into a gleeful half-sleep, totally spent. Yoruichi took as long to lie there recovering, until she eventually found the resources to crawl over to him. Using her cat tongue, she began to worship his body, licking any fluids from his crotch and cleaning his armpits of their childish sweat and effort.

From prideful and independent, she had been made into this boy’s domesticated slut.

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Dark-booted heels clacked their way into the Shihōin estate, passing the finery of the noble house with disinterest. Morrigan’s bubble butt bounced the bat pattern on her legs with each step, having come to Soul Society to see how her apprentice had taken to her new life. She pushed open the wooden double doors to the inner sanctum with a smile.

The sight that greeted her was one of an absolutely fallen woman. The noble seat of the household was taken up by a bratty blond Arrancar boy, draped over the chair almost sideways, his legs kicked across the arm. In a childishly dominant fist was the leash leading to the former head of the clan, kneeling below the throne like a fuckpet, ready to service his hung shota cock whenever he demanded it (and by the jealous rumours running through Soul Society, he demanded it a lot.). Yoruichi’s body was a tapestry of sexual sadism, tits and ass spanked to a cherry redness that showed through her dark skin, slaps hard enough to leave clearly defined hand-prints. Rows of bitemarks and ovals of teeth imprints across her breasts, ass and anywhere a spoilt boy would sink his teeth into during the heights of rutting his bitch. She was completely naked, having no use for clothes now she was simple sexmeat for her maser, though she did wear a choker emblazoned with ‘ShiHOEin’ just to kick sand in the eye of whatever honour the clan had left.

Morrigan bowed deeply to the bratty boy as she entered. Once she had his nod of approval she approached and cupped Yoruichi’s head in her hand. The purple-haired woman had regressed to a slave for young, huge, knotting cocks. Her eyes had fixed into permanent catlike slits as her feral slut-beast nature came forth. She literally purred at Morrigan, vaguely recognising the woman who had shown her what life could be like.

“You look like you’ve found your place here. Winning the tournament was just the beginning. You’re a Queen of Sluts now. We have so much to experience…”