The gag concerned her, as she could not give her safe word if she wished to end the proceedings. However, the men had also made certain she had a safe gesture that she could make with her fingers, if it became too much for her.
The truth was, she liked the bondage.
For so long, Hope had to always be on alert. She had to know where any threat was coming from, knowing that her life was constantly in jeopardy. She could never truly sleep, never truly rest. She'd been wound so tightly for so long that she'd forgotten what it was to truly be relaxed.
It might have been wrong. She might curse herself later. But these creatures had offered her a better deal than she could have hoped for. Yes, they were rough. Yes, they were cruel. They would take her over and over, and care nothing for her own enjoyment.
But there was a dark, primal part of her that wanted nothing more. She wanted to be used, to be taken, to be forced. All of these things she knew she should not want, she craved. She wanted the danger, she wanted the fear. But deep down, she knew it was on her own terms.
Despite being bound to the pole, her body ready for any creature's depraved lusts, she was finally relaxing. She could finally let go.
CHAPTER 3
The Chief's eyes never left Hope, as she struggled against her bonds. He was gnawing on the leg of some smaller creature, grease dripping down his chin. The others were devouring their own food, their conversations loud and jovial. Alcohol was flowing freely.
A couple of the louder men stood, grabbing their plates. They stalked over to her and stood, their lustful eyes taking in her whole body. One kept munching on his dinner. The delicious smell of cooked meat made her mouth water.
“Bet you'd like some of this, wouldn't you bitch?”
She bristled at that curse word, but nodded just the same. She could feel the gag growing wet with her saliva.
He slowly brought it up, as if to lay it to her lips, then suddenly took it to his own, taking a huge bite. The other mutant laughed cruelly.
“Too bad. You haven't paid me for it yet.” Her stomach rumbled in protest, and her eyes darted to the Chief, who still sat on his raised platform in his ornate chair. Her eyes pleaded, he had promised after all that she would be taken care of.
His deep chuckle shook the ground below. He'd already enjoyed himself with her, so he was in no rush. “Feed her, then fuck her. The girl needs her strength.”
The two laughed as if they'd shared some secret joke. Then one pulled her gag away from her lips. She worked at her jaw for several moments, trying to get it back to normal. She licked her lips. Finally, one brought the meat up to her mouth, holding it there so that she might take a bite.
And it was as good as her nose led her to believe. She so rarely was able to settle in one place long enough to properly cook an animal. The slow roast left flavors she'd not tasted in ages. And these creatures actually had spices! A soft moan echoed left her lips at the taste. She took several more bites.
The other brought a flask to her lips and poured it down. She jerked away quickly, realizing that it was not water in the flask, but some sort of moonshine. She shook her head.
“Come on now, baby, this'll make it easier..” the mutant urged.
She asked for more of the meat instead, but every so often the other mutant would grab her jaw and pulled it back, pouring some of the fiery liquid down her throat. She did not tell him no, though she did consider it. She was becoming accustomed to the harsh taste.
Finally, the meat was gone, and the one mutant took the plates away. The other stayed at her side, urging her to have just one more sip, and then another of the strong liquor. It was just as she began to feel the effects of it that the creature's hand began to roam her body. His massive fingers, though smaller than their Chief's, were still large enough to make her body look tiny.
She heard a soft pleading sound escaping her lips at his touch. She'd been denied her own release for so long, She almost forgotten what it was like. Her body though, it knew what it wanted.
Those massive fingertips slowly caressed her body, cupping one bare breast, then the other, his fingers slowly working her nipples. The other hand held the flask up, urging her to drink more, even while he teased her.
Her mind began to grow foggy. Still her body responded to his caress. She felt her nipples growing hard and red.
“You will thank me later,” the mutant said. “For dulling your senses. This will be the longest night of your life.”
She wasn't sure if it was a threat or a promise. Still her body did not stop responding. She was wet, ready, and willing. His hand moved lower, trailing over the winding rope, down below her waist, where her legs were still bound tightly together. His strong hands gripped her mound, while one massive digit forced her legs to part for him. She felt him push in between, separating her wet slit, and touching her most intimate places.
He very slowly began to move back and forth, his huge finger running in tiny circles, stimulating her. He leaned in, intimately whispering into her ear. “No hope.”
She was startled at that, and pulled away. She wasn't even sure that he knew her name. She took several swallows, trying to ignore the pleasure between her legs, before asking. “No...?”
“Hope. You must have had none, to agree to this bargain.” He poured the rest of the flask down her throat and tossed it to the side. His now free hand gripped her breast roughly, the fingers digging into her flesh.
“Your Chief said I might leave whenever I wished...” she stated, fear creeping into her voice. He began to mound her breast more brutally, as a soft, deep chuckle escaped from his lips.
“And we all agreed to it. But do you realize how hard it will be to keep up your end of the bargain?”
He pulled the finger away from her clit, and slowly undid his belt. He pulled down the zipper, to reveal yet another massive dick. This one was wider than any human male's, and nearly a foot in length. He slapped it against her body, and she suddenly could see his point. It looked as if it would go to her waist and further still. She swallowed, hard.
He leaned heavily against the post, his posture threatening, his voice intimidating. “I urge you to say your words now. Leave. Spare yourself this.”
She started to shake her head. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You are going to become a sex slave, do you understand? Your whole life will be fucking and sucking. Is this truly what you want?” His other hand was slowly running up the whole length of his massive cock, as if he too were conflicted. His words urged her to back out, and his dick wanted anything but.
“You will be a beast, lost to lust, barely even human. You will crave our seed, beg us for it.” He slapped his dick against her stomach to emphasize each word. “Is. This. What. You. Want?”
She opened her mouth to answer, and he interrupted her. “And one more thing you must understand. You will be bred. You will bear child after child. You will be our slave, our breeding stock. Your body well swell with our seed. Is this what you want?”
She did take a moment then, to really consider what he was saying. Her mind spun, the alcohol not helping her decision making capabilities. But maybe that was his plan, to pull her away from the lusts, to dull her senses, so that she could see everything she was agreeing to.
But it changed nothing.
“Yes, it is what I want.”
CHAPTER 4
A cruel grin lit up the monster's face. He turned from her, speaking to the crowd. She had not realized how silent they'd all become, as they watched the proceedings.
“She's in it for the long haul, gentlemen!” The tension left the room, and suddenly cheers erupted. He turned back to her, that long, erect dick still standing strong. He pushed his fingers in between her bound legs once more, pushing them even further apart. Her ankles pulled tightly against the rope below. Still he kept forcing himself in, pushing those thick digits further, forcing them into her barely-used hole.
“Mmm, yeah, boys. She's wet. She's wa
rm. And she's already tight again.” She felt him shove that finger deep inside her, pushing, prodding. He laughed delightedly, and began to finger fuck her, hard, savagely. She cried out at the invasion, wanted or no, as it was so rough inside.
“Oh yeah, I like the screams. Sounds even better when they're muffled though.” He reached up and replaced her gag with one hand, while the other kept up it's cruel rhythm.
The others, done with their dinner, began to creep towards the proceedings. She had shut her eyes for only a moment, letting him widen her and ready her body for his dick, but when she opened them she found herself circled by a dozen of the mutants. All leered at her, all trying to get in just the right spot to watch the show.
It was both humiliating and thrilling, to be taken like this, to be stared at as just an object. As she watched, one began to massage himself, through his pants. Others could do nothing to hide their own erections. Between her legs, the cruel ringleader began to massage her clit too, while finger fucking her.
And that was all it took. The two together, in perfect harmony. She screamed into her gag. Her body clinched around his finger harshly, milking it, urging it to explode even though it had no capabilities to do so. But relentlessly the mutant continued, despite her protests, despite her screams, rubbing her clit and setting her off, over and over, wave after wave, until she could not tell where one orgasm ended and another began.
She could hear the cheers from the others, the encouragement being shouted. One urged him to fuck her tight cunt, another swore he would tear her asshole in two. All of them were ready for their turns.
The ringleader could wait no longer. He yanked a knife from his belt, while she was still lost in her orgasms. With one quick slice. He buried it into the post, freeing her ankles from their bondage. He grabbed her knees and spread them as wide as they could go, revealing her innermost parts to the very interested crowd.
She tried to force her legs back together, fighting though she knew there was no hope to it. She was bound, helpless, and she had to take all of these men. Her body still quivered from the orgasms thrust upon her, and her head still swam from the moonshine. And she wanted to feel someone explode inside.
The ringleader kept those quivering knees pulled apart as far as they could go, and brought his dick to the very edge of her dripping canal. She could look down and see his alien cock as it slowly probed her inner folds. It was a dark blue, nearly purple, engorged with blood. She could see a vein pulsating at the top of his huge, head. He teased her with it, cruelly, ripping yet another orgasm from her lips.
Then, while she was still lost to pleasure, he slammed his whole, foot long dick into her hot, steamy hole.
Once more a shriek ripped from her lips, once more it was muffled by the gag. Laughter and catcalls echoed from the group that had circled around her. She felt his thick, hairless balls settling against her ass.
She could not believe so much could fit inside of her. Nor could she believe how much her body wanted it, how it held him fast inside of her, caressing his invading dick. Her body craved it, just as he said it would.
He began to pump.
He'd done his job getting her wet, now he was going to claim his prize. He shoved himself inside, forcing her body to take him. He thrust inside, harder and harder, her back scratching against the tough pole. He did not care. It was all about him.
He kept her legs splayed wide open, his pounding becoming more urgent. She felt each savage thrust as it tore her open, and her body wrapping around him, urging more and more for him to release inside.
It did not take long. Those thick balls finally slapped into her ass one time too many, and a cry escaped his lips. His thick, heavy seed began to pour inside of her, coating her womb, filling her to the brim.
He puled out of her slowly, leaning against the pole for a second to catch his breath. Then he reached down, and tucked himself back in. He patted her twice, as if she'd done good work, before turning to leave the circle.
Another mutant immediately took his place.
This one did not speak to her, he saw her as good for only one thing: to thrust his dick into. He was fatter than the one before, and when he slammed himself inside, she felt her body move again to accommodate his girth. He was so big, but at least she was lubricated, not only by her own juices but by the first man's seed.
If this was a problem to him, he did not say so. He too grabbed at her breasts, kneading at them, pawing at her nipples. He leaned over, his greenish lips taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking it.
As he leaned over, she was able to see more of the mutants around her. Many had openly freed themselves, were stroking as they watched. She swallowed again, still fearful of what might happen next. There were just so many of them. And their dicks, well, most still looked human. Some appeared mutated. Those are the ones that she was most afraid of. What would they do inside of her?
The fat dicked man kept pounding into her pussy, over and over, his saliva coating her breasts. He was already breathing heavily, strangely out of shape around these men. Yet he was the second one who was able to fuck her, clearly he had some clout. He kept up his relentless attack upon her nipples, his teeth actually closing in on them to bite.
She flinched at that. He'd drawn blood. He laughed darkly, and watched her eyes as he began to lick the blood as it bubbled forth.
The taste of her blood seemed to be too much for him, and he too exploded, deep inside of her. He shrieked as his orgasm ripped through his body, pounding the last few thrusts inside hard and fast. Then he too, satiated, was gone, and another man was suddenly in his place.
It was what she had feared. This man was mutated even in his genitalia. So far, everyone had been normal, masculine, if overly large. While he did share that feature as well, that was not what was most noticeable between this man's legs.
No, this man had two dicks.
CHAPTER 5
The other men began to cheer him on. Clearly, this was something they'd looked forward to watching. He too grabbed her tits, squeezing them, then lay his hand around her neck, squeezing there too. It was bound by a rope already, impeding her movement. Clearly the two-dicked man liked to see the fear in her eyes.
She watched as he stroked one dick, and then the other, laughing at her facial expression. Then he took the hand from her neck and began to stroke both at the same time. Neither was small, each was far larger than any human male. Still, the very thought he meant to use both on her.
“What do you say boys? Think we can fit both of 'em in that tight pussy?” Two other men came forward, each holding one of her knees apart, keeping her open to all of their eyes. He guided both of the heads, twins of each other, to the opening of her pussy. Though she was wet, and she was clearly enjoying herself, this looked like far more than she could handle. She shook her head quickly, screeching into her gag. It would be twice the size of anything else she'd done.
“No?” The boys laughed with him, still stoking themselves off. “See, our little slut thinks she can't take this much.” He kept playing with her while he spoke, teasing her with the heads. One would slip in, pull out, and then the other would do the same. “I say, she just has to be trained.”
She shrieked again and shook her head. He made an over exaggerated sigh. “Fine. I'll just put one in your pussy.” With that, he shoved the whole dick, deep inside of her, hard and fast. She screamed again, suddenly full one more.
He pumped a few times, and she could feel that second dick slamming into her as the first invaded her. It was heavy, and just as engorged as the one inside.
“Still, this isn't really fair to me, you see. And you have such a nice other hole...”
Without further speaking, and without any preparation, he shoved his second dick deep inside of her ass. A scream was torn from Hope's lips, as the invader took her tightest hole, without lubrication. She was suddenly being taken in both holes by just one huge mutant.
The screams echoing from her lips proved
to be too much for a couple of the men. From either side a man approached, each spraying their seed across her stomach. She looked down to see their foul, disgusting juices dripping down her body. The one between her legs began to plow inside of her in earnest. Each thrust tore not only her pussy but her asshole apart.
One after another, a mutant would come forward, spraying his seed across her body. She lost count of how many came and exploded, one after another, the seed coated her stomach, her breasts, her gagged lips. Her hair was sticky and tangled with their semen. And still the man between her legs pumped, using her for nothing but his own desires. She could feel both dicks as they pressed against that thin wall, using every inch that they could take of her body.
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