Bad End: Bo(A)ts 'n' hoes

The man's huge cock decended upon you and you were ready. Your lips stung, or perhaps tickled, beads of drool escaped the sides as you opened your mouth into an inviting O shape, befitting of the fuck hole it had been reduced to. If being a cumbucket was what it took to get this cock then so be it. He wasted no time, plunging his cock deep into your sloppy hole.

It was bliss. With a knee on each side of your head he shoved his cock in and out of your throat, made easy by how lubricated your throat was.

"That's a good girl, you'll make a fine cumbucket for us," he said with a contained laugh. That word made you feel good. 'Cumbucket', yes, it felt right. That is what you were wasnt it? That is what you came here to be. Any trace of your sister left with your mind, something that drooled out of your mouth a while ago. Whatever the man had injected you with had left you empty, and you NEEDED to be filled.

--- Two months later ---

The man waved off the latest batch of arrivals with a smile, one that faded the instance he turned around and went back into the cruiser as it left the island.

As he walked through the corridors he pulled a phone from his pocket and called reception. "Send the cumbucket to my room," he said and hung up the phone. He had barely arrived into his room himself before you arrived, adorned in a skimpy sailor uniform that hid nothing. Your hair, long and blonde, was their idea. As were your tits, which had gone from a modest C cup to a H cup. They looked as fake as they really were, and the nipple piercings sealed the deal. Your body was their canvas, and as long as they stayed feeding you cock and those pink injections, you'd do whatever they want.

"Master called?" You asked, approaching the man who had done this to you two months ago. He spun around in a swiveling seat to reveal his pants were already undone, his cock hard and full. Just for you. You were so greatful.

"On your knees, slut," he demanded, satisfied by how easily he was able to own you. You used to be a proud woman, you think, but that doesn't matter anymore. With a full smile you lick your lips and drop to your knees.

"Please facefuck cumbucket," you plead, then purse your lips in anticipation. He was not long in approaching, and takes you immediately. This is your life now. Every day your holes are pounded endlessly. But thats okay. You love cock, and you especially love the pink stuff they put in you when you do good. It's almost as good as cum.

You never found your sister. You never even left the boat. Now, the only thing you can find is hard cock. But thats okay. Really, cock is all you want these days.