Choose The Gang Scenario

Having no desire to be mangled by a machine and not wishing to allow Roxie's demented mind to come up with something even more painful, you decide that while you may get severely bruised and beaten, chances were, you'd live through a gang ****. (Obviously, in your **** state you're not thinking clearly enough to realize that it's highly unlikely that Roxie get get hold of 100 men to **** you, but that's not the point.)

Roxie smiles and lowers you slowly down toward the surface of the pool. Looking down over your limp frame, you see the silvery waters part to reveal dozens of nude women reaching up at you from below. Their faces look hungry as their fingers stretch upwards in hopes of getting hold of your quivering flesh.

"What did you expect?" grins Roxie, sensing the question trying to form on your lips. "It would have to be women who **** you. Men are for feeding upon."

You pull up your knees in an effort to postpone the inevitable, but eventually, you are lowered into the fray of clawing and grabbing women. Groping hands claw feverishly at every inch of your body as your pussy is lowered directly onto a waiting woman's face. You feel a huge tongue at least four times the size of the largest cock you've ever seen plunge itself into you from below. You gasp, but the pleasure is too intense.

Within seconds, you are bucking and grinding on the serpentine tongue amidst the sea of groping women.

Your trance is interrupted as a particularly lusty looking woman emerges from the fray directly in front of you. She licks her lips as her hand moves down between your legs. With a grimace, she yanks, sending a pulse of searing pain through you. When her hand comes back up into your reddened vision, you can see that she is holding a tuft of your pubic hair in her hand.

The woman who picked you clean of your bush vanishes back into the mass of arm and legs and mouths and is quickly replaced by a new, more familiar face. Roxie writhes in front of you enjoying more than her fair share of groping female hands over her body. She grins at you as a hose appears from somewhere overhead and begins spewing large amounts of silvery goo all over your rocking frame. With your arms tied overhead and your pussy firmly impaled upon the huge undulating tongue, you are unable to dodge the vast amounts of flowing quicksilver.

Roxie is quick to remedy the situation though as she jams the hose into your mouth as you gasp for a breath of air. It pushes past your throat and begins filling you with its sweet, salty richness.

Wiping the thick goo from your chest, Roxie shakes her head. "This will never do."

In answer to Roxie's comments, two faces emerge from the pack and you feel their mouths affix themselves tightly to your breasts. You expect them to begin to suck, but to your surprise, it feels more like they are blowing. Looking down, you notice that your breasts have started to grow. The pleasure within your body is almost unbearable as it is, but now as your breasts reach a point where they are about the size of volleyballs, you feel as much pleasure in them as you do from your pussy.

As the mouths release, you gasp as you realize the reason your pleasure is so incredible there now - where your nipples used to be, two anatomically correct pussies have appeared. Roxie grins at you as she puts a finger from each hand into each of your new pussies and begins plunging them in and out. You would surely curse the day you dreamed of having tits as big as volleyballs that were as sensitive as your pussy if this didn't all feel so damned good.

Two hundred hands, a hundred hungry mouths, a pipe filling you with **** of some sort, and a huge tongue in your older, more familiar pussy combine to bring you to an incredibly intense orgasm. You whole body quakes and rocks as consciousness slips away into a vast void of darkness.