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"This is not going to be the only chance you all have to have sex with a woman whom you repulse, but it might be the only time you'll do it to a woman who will tell you as much to your face while you're still clothed. Just so that we can be clear and honest."
There were so many men all crammed in to her at once, snarls of, "Take it, you goth slut," from men who reveled in pounding into her. Big cocks and tight fistfuls of hair, slaps across her face, brutal shoves of dicks into holes regardless of how well they fit, all in the persistent, throbbing need to push at her limits and challenge Wednesday with a storm of aggression and bitterness too steep for her to be able to do anything about. The storm of crushing lusts rained down on her without any respect regard for her stability, an undignified burn of sloppy lusts and panics all forcing her to suffer and thrash about in dizzy, ditzy panic while she was fucked into a state of gooey panic and misery. It was, at once, too good to resist and too harsh to want.
Wednesday had a masochistic streak that ran deep, one that reveled in degradation and overwhelming shame, in being fucked like an object by big cocks. Coming in to some shitty dive bar where the carpeted floors were sticky and letting her holes get bullied by a bunch of half-drunk nitwits was the kind of thing that should have been beneath a beautiful, cunning girl like Wednesday, but that was what made it so fun. She was there to receive the crushing thrills of a pleasure that pounded into her, stretching her holes out and violating her down to her core with a deep insistence and a pressure she was happily losing herself to. The simplicity behind this was something that felt absolutely insane, the persistence and the brilliance of pleasures and warmths to have to face with growing panic. She wanted it, reveling in the ugliness taking her, needing to feel out how far she could fall while letting this euphoria rip her to pieces. It was too grand, too sweet, too good.
The men almost didn't know how much they were being used. Wednesday heaved on in continued delight, indulging in the pleasures compelling her to lose herself, ass stretched, throat clogged, pussy pounded. Her holes were receiving so much punishment from these men and all she could think about was getting more, silenced save for the, "Gluk gluk gluk," that continued to ring out while she was facefucked so brutally. It was the best of the worst, a storm of degradation and mistreatment that fed something inside of her that screamed out for more with impatient hunger and a spectacular craving that could not be ignored.
"Make this bitch choke."
"I thought goth sluts had big tits, this one feels so fucking flat."
"Doesn't matter as long as her ass is this tight."
All the groping, all the hair pulling, all the rough thrusts crashing hips into her body again and again, continued to weigh heavy on Wednesday with an incredible storm of sloppy hunger and chaos guiding her to let go, the persistence to leave her giving in without a shred of calm or care to the ugliness keeping her giving in fully. There wasn't any real sense to ground her while she fell so hard to pieces, crumbling for the sloppy thrills of giving in, losing her mind to uncontrollable pleasures. Wednesday reveled in it, choking and drooling, her hips bucking in mindless surrender. They learned quickly to plug her mouth up so she couldn’t speak, and the men found the sounds he did make far more pleasant to have to endure than what the alternatives could have been, amid all these smothering aches and the thrills of pleasure leaving her falling completely to pieces. It wasn't right or sensible, but it didn't have to be. With each motion of her body in frantic, heaving motion, she let this bliss cut her to her core, embracing the outrageous need to accept what this offered her, an invitation to let go of everything and just surrender. It felt too good, too pure, too wild.
She thrashed about in hotter surrender, submitting in noise and glee to all these feelings, awash in ideas of obsession and hunger that continued to tempt her down. Wednesday took on their worst and loved every second of it, faltering with man overbearing mess of overbearing joys pushing her to the limit. Unrepentant, unapologetic, and deep now in thoughts of being an insatiable cumslut at any cost to her dignity, she let herself give in, ruled by this bliss and falling to pieces for the sake of true satisfaction, the mad and obsessive joy that pushed her to let it all become everything she needed.
With an explosive burst of senseless passion and the shaky euphoria she craved most, Wednesday fell apart, cumming her brains out and accepting the senseless, ravenous joy of sloppily losing it. She gave up to their touch, uncontrollable warmth inviting her to lose her fucking mind, and in the throes of uncontrollable euphoria came the certainty go urgent lusts she needed more than anything else. There was freedom behind this, the throbbing spectacle of gleeful surrender to overbearing bliss, an unraveling hunger and a warmth to guide her to let it all break her. Her climax was reckless, throbbing without a care through her and teaching her to let it all go.
The men filled her up, groaning and grunting through the joy of making her, dismissive and shameless. All three of her holes took raw loads from anonymous men, her body shuddering through the spectacular hunger and the shameless, guiltless warmth making her lose herself so utterly. And she was happy to do it, drowning in the smothering spectacle and satisfaction that made her feel s incredible, left a shivering mess lost to the simplicity and the warmth of so completely losing her mind. There was nothing but utter spectacle in this mess, a joy and a heat to surrender to completely, caught in her hunger and the sweet need to lose herself.
But as the cock pulled out of her throat, Wednesday shook herself back to sense. "you men are disgusting," she said. "Easily flattered, trivially appealed to, and with a terrible taste in liquor. It is a testament to your abilities that you did not spill beer all over me and even knew where to put your cocks. You provided me the absolute minimum, and I will not be returning." She pulled herself up, straightened her dress out, ignored the semen staining it, and turned to leave, only to walk into another patron, this one burly, massive, and so sturdy that she bounced off of him and onto the floor.
All to come face to face with his huge cock. "You're gonna be done when we say you're gonna be done," he sneered, sliding his cock into her throat and taking the choice from her. On the outside, Wednesday seemed disgusted and mortified, but on the inside, she was reeling with sublime joy.
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"It's so sweet of girls like you to volunteer like this to take care of our puppers. You can find them just past that door, you'll be feeding them today!"
The peppy secretary was a bit clueless about what Wednesday was really here for, but she let in the dour goth girl regardless, letting her into the kennel area featuring two of the biggest, bulkiest dogs, at which point she was off to the races. Her ass and pussy were quickly filled with a pair of huge, canine cocks, her body shuddering through the sweeping insanity compelling her along, pleasures leaving her falling into messier hunger and heat now. Double penetrated by some girthy, enticing canine dicks, she was happy to give in to these throbbing joys, a persistence and a heat she was forced to give in to, crumbling under the messier heat to keep her giving in fully.
"Good boys, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you want to," she gasped. "I love dogs so much; you make better lovers than human men, and you can't talk and irritate me." Moving in hasty gestures of surging excitement and hunger, she let the gleeful chaos rush across her, let the sloppy aches throb and burn across her with a thrill of total mania. Wednesday was happy to seek this out in hotter, persistent delight, an excitement she was happy to give in to fully, the deeper pressure insisting upon her these feelings more demanding than she could manage. She meant it, too; volunteering at a dog shelter wasn't anything to do with being motivated to give her time kindly, but to get access to some hung canines she could get pounded dumb by.
And the dogs, mindlessly throwing themselves into this mess, delivered on everything that Wednesday could have asked for. Deep strokes filled her up, made her body thrash about in dizzy joy while she got used through and through ,the hard and heaving insistence behind their thrusts leaving her falling happily to pieces, a moaning wreck giving up to the inevitable and the gleeful while losing herself so thoroughly. There was little for Wednesday to do but give in to all of it, spectacular hungers inviting her to let it build inside her, her ass and pussy both stretched out on these massive dicks and her thoughts spinning in uncontrollable satisfaction. She was determined to keep embracing these pleasures to push her along in deeper, dizzier chaos, a heat building with uncontrollable satisfaction she was happy to accept fully.
"I need dick, 'Wednesday moaned. "Strings-free dick without someone I can't stand to have to put up with. Keep going, boys, you can't say a word." Wednesday was mocking the dogs while they fucked her, but of course they were simply too 'dumb' to understand that, leaving her happily throwing herself into this stormy satisfaction with thunderous, pounding joy, needily pushing to make the most of these pleasures and inviting within her a pleasure carrying her to lose herself to mindless satisfaction, escalating hunger and chaos guiding her into uncontrollable glee. Her pussy and her ass were both filled up, the stiffness and pressure upon her utterly maddening in its beautiful chaos, a pressure she was determined to want to keep her falling deeper. She embraced her just and the animals using her.
But the smug and dismissive glee in her voice offered painfully little in the way of these pleasures, a feeling compelling her to keep acting, to keep embracing the sloppy joys of giving in fully. Hopeless passion and greedy satisfaction carried her to let it all go. There was nothing sensible in this crushing pleasure, a persistent chaos guiding her to let it all break her down. Wednesday rolled with it, letting the dogs have their way with her, letting all this spectacular hunger throb across her body on her crash course into madness. She didn't care about trying to hold it all back while giving in so dramatically to this delight. Wednesday's moans grew hotter, bolder, expressing the desperate joy with a need to let it all rip across her and to tear her apart. She needed it so badly, and every second of throbbing joy she inched toward felt like the opening up of her mind to the euphoria she craved above everything else. No control, no restraint, just the persistence and the joy of losing her mind to this hunger, allowing it to be her unmaking.
Getting louder and losing control of herself, Wednesday was fast slipping from her grip on this matter in the face of bolder, hotter escalations that all pushed her to the breaking point, a burn of senseless chaos and euphoria leaving her to fall completely to pieces, unapologetic and ruthless about the burning excitement grinding her down. She didn’t try to hold it together, letting loose the moans and the chaos and the throbbing spectacle of gleefully letting herself fall apart, driven by rapturous need and hunger to let herself fall beautifully to pieces and to cherish the revelry and the hunger of what she needed. It all simply felt too good to manage, bringing her into the throes of a satisfaction and a heat that became everything to her now. Heaving between their cocks, letting loose a lot of noise, her composure melted a little bit.
All those dry comments about dogs having big dicks but lacking the ability to talk fell away into a hopeless gasp of, "Knot me!"
Driving the swelling bulbs deep into them now, the pleasure became too much for the dogs, their knots stuffing into her and rapidly inflating while they pumped hot cum deep into her, filling her up and pushing her to the outrageous joy of something unreasonable and unreal while she gave up to it. Their cum filled her up, leaving her to shudder and ache in hotter bursts of sloppy joy, thrilled by sensations and frustrations ripping them to pieces, caught in a chaos and a panic to keep them giving up fully, allowing these feelings to become too much to make sense of. There wasn't a shred of sense and unreasonable chaos to this, feelings of pleasures and frustrations to keep her giving in deeper, persistent thrills burning across her now, an invitation into the wildest of feelings, a pleasure to want to make her lose her mind.
Her screams made someone rush in to check on them, the secretary gasping in a panic when she saw the helpful volunteer girl writhing in disgusting delight, filled with dogs. She got to scream now, horrified by this sight. "What are you doing? They're animals! This is sick! I'm going to call the police."
Wednesday shook and wriggled in frustration. Looking up at her, she said, "I told you I loved dogs," as the simple reason why she did this.
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Down on her knees in the hay, Wednesday had snuck after hours into the stables, deciding that she wanted to avoid being caught like she did at the kennel, but also really wanting to drive the depths of her humiliation kink as low as she possibly could. That meant offering herself up to the ugliness and pressure of what weas taking her to the limit of all sense. Undignified, she let a pair of horses in the stables spitroast her, forcing her cunt and her mouth to both accommodate the girth of their flared cock heads and the sheer insanity wearing her down, shudders of maddening obsession and hunger crashing her down into total fucking madness.
She cut right to the ecstasy here, impatiently filling herself up with these dicks. Massive, animal cocks. There was nothing elegant about it, removed now from even the concept of something noble and decent that she was lying about with the dogs; this was pure, ugly delight, the degradation of horses stretching out her holes with their cocks and feeding every last bit of the ugliness she needed back into her libido. There was no containing these burning joys, no resisting the thrill and the heat that she was drowning under, feelings of pleasure and passion imposing upon her something brash, senseless, too insistent to make any fucking sense of. She just wanted to lose herself, letting the molten thrills carry her into something so ugly and sloppy, the profound insanity and insistence of things she was determined to give up to now, thrown into the burning excitement carrying her to let go and lose her mind. The pleasure was an outrageous desire and a delight she gave up to fully.
It didn't need to make sense. Didn't need to be sane. Unreasonable chaos and persistence brought her something unrelentingly fitful, the thrilling, throbbing bliss she felt powerless to ignore, so unfocused and hopeless while burning up in these feelings, allowing it to be everything she couldn't resist, an unignorable pressure to keep her giving in deeper. The pleasure was chaotic, merciless, bringing her to something that felt truly beyond reason. There was a special sort of carelessness to how these animals used her; human men were intense and eager, and even the dogs were ready to rut away at her. These horses were at once overbearing and dismissive, a persistent dominance and a chaos to keep her giving in deeper to the throbbing panic, the insistence that continued to pressure upon her these merciless joys, a thrill to keep her wanting to lose herself completely.
Nothing reasonable existed in the throes of this pleasure. Wednesday needed it so badly, their persistent and careless treatment leaving her thoughts spinning in mad satisfaction, a persistence and a chaos guiding her to lose herself to these brilliant passions, the feelings of persistence and hunger that continued to beg her to lose control. It made no sense and felt too good, but it was within that crushing spectacle that the true lust showed its face. Wednesday gobbled down horsecock, gagging on it even though the horse most assuredly wasn't going to appreciate the art of sloppy deepthroating that much. Just to fill herself up, just to keep throwing all sense and dignity away. The electricity pounding through Wednesday was fast becoming an unwieldy and overbearing mess of spectacle carrying her to lose control, and all she needed to do was work through it to find the bliss she craved, awash in fanatical thrills and throbs guiding her to lose her mind, uncontrollable warmth inviting her to fall to pieces.
Needier, harder, throwing herself into this storm of satisfaction with any control over the pleasures ripping through her and no care for the stakes upon her, she was happy to just let it all go. Wednesday didn't have any snark to share now, too busy scarfing down horsecock, too busy throwing her ask back against the steed ramming her cunt. It was a spitroast that brought her to the lowest point she could have imagined, because even a distasteful drunk man had a sense in what he was doing, but here, the raw and bestial persistence brought her crashing down into something different, a surging newness senseless and wicked, so brutally claiming her with no point of control or sense, and she was happy to let it become to much to manage. Obsessive and hungry and letting her dignity fall by the wayside, Wednesday threw everything she had into the glee of getting fucked utterly dumb, until there was nothing left but the joyful shiver of uncontrollable lust ripping her to pieces. There felt like nothing to do but embrace these fanatical thrills, a pleasure and a chaos and a simple burn of total obsession.
She came her brains out, a fuck-drunk wreck simply happy nobody could see her in this state as the horses drove as deep into her as they could fit and fired off their huge loads. Wednesday accepted all of it, trapped in senseless passion and fascination, unable to contain these burning satisfactions a moment longer and allowing it to be everything to her now. Senseless, confusing, burning up in an unreal swell of chaos and satisfaction, she let herself embrace these senseless passions to keep her falling apart. She loved how wrong it was, how passionate this could be. Used by animals, torn apart, brought low into the throes of total fucking insanity, she let the euphoria rip her apart, and let the idea be her everything.
Shuddering in satisfaction, eyes rolled back, Wednesday didn't have a blithe comment as the horsecocks pulled out of her. Slumping down, gasping, shaky, and cross-eyed, Wednesday was just happily off in a world for her own self-destructive bliss with nary a thought left in her head. This was the goal: cock so good she couldn't even pretend to still have any attitude left in her, and she lay there to soak in its sublime joys before rushing off into the night before she was found.