Enjoy yourself! Her friend's not going anywhere.

"Look," David said, his muddy eyes shifting between the elf and the purple-haired girl. "I have been getting tricked, chased, and used by weird fucking monsters and imaginary creatures for LONG enough."

He stood up from the spa chair, towering over his nude traveling companions, drool and grime hanging from his cock in slick, heavy tendrils.

"I'm dead. I don't know where the fuck I am. And I'm horny as a MOTHERfucker. And now I've stumbled into the greatest block party I could possibly fucking imagine," he gestured around at the Throatfest signs, and all the gagging, heaving prude girls.

"I'll think about helping your friend – she's probably dead or chained up anyway, so it's not like she's going anywhere. But first, I'M gonna fucking enjoy myself for once, got it?"

He jabbed a thumb into his doughy, unimpressive chest and glowered down at the women huddled together at his feet. Viola nodded first, feeling afraid and guilty that they'd even had to rescue her.

"Okay, David," Kana peeped next, pouting slightly. At least he hadn't said no.

The lanky doofus turned and wandered aimlessly through the stalls and stages of the event, drinking in the debauchery and seeing what pulled on his cock the hardest.

There were more prudes wearing mask-gags lined up along the front of a dessert shop, eyes rolling and throats bulging while they got their ****-up brains fucked out. But David didn't need any more mystery smoke killing his brain cells. He had few enough as it was.

A train of individual fuck-boxes hovered by, strung together with thick, pink cables and guided by a muscular slut wearing tall, black boots. David looked over the contents of each, but saw nothing spectacular. Then a kind of carnival barker pricked his ear from a distance, standing atop a stage near the center of the crowd.

"That's right, folks! Be the first to break this bitch and you'll get to meet the Mayor!"

David's big, stupid head whirled around and he tipped onto his toes to see what the barker was talking about. There was a thin man at the center of the small platform wearing a straw hat, green bowtie and nothing else. And beside him was an Amazonian beauty with voluminous red hair tumbling down her strong shoulders.

She was secured to a metal contraption that **** her to bend forward with her firm, juicy ass pushed out and her ring-gagged mouth held up. Inky tracks of ruined mascara trickled down her cheeks, and bubbles of snot and cum decorated her nose and mouth. Her torpedo-shaped tits hung deliciously from her chest, slick with spit from her mouth and others. David shoved through the crowd to get closer as the barker continued enticing the audience.

"8 takers and no breakers so far! Who's next to beat on Brenda? 10 minutes to make her tap – everything goes, give her a slap!"

"Fucking move, move!" David knocked over a little blonde skank and stepped on the foot of a guy with dreadlocks as he clamored up to the stage. "Me! I'm next, down here!"

His hand bobbed above the heads at the foot of the stage, and the barker peered down to see who was shouting. "Ah, very good! Come on up, sir, the stairs are right here." The crowd parted a bit to allow the heaving, bug-eyed pervert up the steps, where he strode up to Brenda with his twitching, drooling cock.

"Have ya played this game before, uh…?"

"David, nope but I'm excited," the stubby challenger grinned.

"Well then, David! Here's how it works: Brenda here is the latest prude bitch to defy the Mayor's ultimatum – so the good people of Slut City have been asked to break her down!" The barker slapped one of her wet, dangling tits hard enough to make her flinch, then started pinching her nipple.

"And since it's Throatfest this week, we're making a game of it! First resident to fuck the fire out of her gets to meet the Mayor for a personal show of appreciation – not bad huh?"

"Hell no," David laughed, "I mean hell yeah, or–"

"Don't strain yourself, sir," the barker interrupted with a smirk. "I'll set the timer for 10 minutes, and you just go to town! Nothing's off limits as long as she's still whole and breathing at the end of it."

While the barker turned a dial at the back of the stage, sending numbers rolling along a digital display overhead, David ogled his victim. Her eyes were wet and puffy, and she had stinging slap marks and bruises all over her bare body. He wondered what made her so tough, or if the other contestants so far had just been wussies.

"Alrighty then, David – you ready for action?" The barker called over his shoulder. David looked toward him and noticed a pair of familiar faces in the crowd, one of which had tanned, pointy ears.

"Damn right," he grinned, and stepped up to Brenda with his cock gaining girth between his thighs. A carnival bell sounded when the barker hit the button, and David pulled Brenda down by her thick, red hair.

He was surprised that the metal contraption seemed to glide into whatever position he pulled it toward. The prude's head shifted easily down to crotch-height, and her pendulous tits swayed back and forth like milky punching bags beneath her.

"Oh, FUCK yeah," David hooted, stuffing his veiny shaft into Brenda's mouth and flattening his palm to **** her chest meat. She gurgled as his cock swelled past 11 inches, forcing through her throat barrier despite her attempts to keep it closed. And snot blew from her nose as she screamed with her mouth full, when David wound up and punished her fleshy tit with a merciless, cracking slap of his hand.

"Ohh, we might have a ringer on our hands here, folks!" The barker sauntered around behind him, whipping up the crowd for the coming show. Slutty men and women from the crowd whistled and shouted for him to "fuck her up" while he yanked at her hair and tugged at her dark, pink nipples.

"Ooaahhgghh!" She ****-hollered around his shaft as it stretched the skin of her neck. Tears streamed down her cheeks while she scrunched her eyes against the pain and humiliation. She'd been getting abused on stage by various men and women for nearly two hours straight, and didn't know how much more she could take.

No matter how much she screamed or cried the barker didn't let her go. What did he want? What did the Mayor want? What would it take to satisfy the city's lust?

She was dragged from her ruminating mind when David abruptly yanked his throbbing fuckstick from her throat and jammed his fingers in to replace it. "Show me them fucking guts!" He spat in her face, grinning as he tried to fit all his knuckles into her mouth.

Her feet lifted and kicked, all the meat on her body jiggling as her eyes bulged and her wet lips curled out. "HURRAKK… LLRRKKK…"

The crowd was loving it. Rowdy cheers ripped through them each time a thick, heaving splatter soaked the stage at David's feet. Maybe THIS was heaven.

When ropey, yellow strands drizzled from Brenda's nose and mouth almost to the floor below, David cackled and crammed his bitch-breaker back into her gullet. Hugging the back of her head with both hands, he shifted his hips and disappeared 15 inches of pulsating cum-missile past her tonsils, smothering her nostrils into his crotch.

The warm mess that surged from her face holes felt delicious running down his balls and thighs. He basked in the ****, animalistic gurgles, glancing up at the timer behind her. Only 4 minutes left – time flies when you're breaking throats.

He watched the seconds tick by, feeling his pulse race them toward the finish, and got an idea. A grimy wash chased his cockhead from her lips as he sawed it back out again, and grabbed her meaty hips. With a semi-confident whirl of his hands, he spun her free-floating confinement so that she rotated upside down in front of him.

Brenda was dizzy, and gasping, black shadows creeping in at the edges of her vision. Her tits, sticky with fluids from both of their bodies, hung against her chin as she blinked at the inverted audience through sloppy eyelashes. Distantly she felt David pawing at her bare snatch, and spittle blew from her lips in a silent scream as he buried his fist inside of it.

As quickly as he'd boxed his way against her cervix, he hilted his mega-meat back into her overturned throat-sleeve. His cock was starting to look like a third-leg – he'd never been so turned on in all his life. Even with the ability to use anyone he wanted, however he wanted, he'd never been TOLD to break someone before.

The audience was an all-encompassing dull roar behind him as he punished Brenda's cunt and neck, feeling her gorgeous body shake and sob in its restraints. The bulge of his meat stretched her neck and disappeared behind her sternum. She was quite literally being turned into a fleshy fuck-puppet.

Numbers on the timer shifted from yellow to red as the countdown reached the final minute. A chant rose from the lust-starved sluts surrounding the stage.

"Fuck! Her! Up!"

"Fuck! Her! Up!"

David's grin nearly reached his ears as he sweated and fucked and punched the useless prude's holes. Her vision was fading, struggles turning to spasms as slime soaked her hair. David balls were swollen enough that he was **** to spread his legs. This would be a legendary load.

20… 19… 18…

Brenda's lips went slack around the base of his absurdly oversized cum-cannon. Her body jiggled lifelessly, all but used up. Knuckles collided with the stiff wall of her womb, while her tits jostled disgustingly against the soft belly squashing them.

"Ohff…" David could barely breathe, himself. He'd poured all of his anger and lust and frustration into this ritualistic exhibition, and it felt like he was about to give birth through his piss-hole. He squeezed his eyes shut, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out.

4… 3… 2…

An audible "GLUG" was picked up by the barker's microphone as the huge, pale nuts on stage geysered the first stream of a massive load into the **** girl's guts. Her chest expanded around the shaft as a huge cum-pulse stretched through it, and pooched her belly immediately.

"Aahhhghhh – FUUUCK!" David hollered, baring all his off-white teeth at the cloudless, yellow sky. More heavy glugs followed the first, stretching Brenda's wobbling belly so that she looked a few months into an underbaked pregnancy. The crowd cheered in tongues as the timer buzzed and David's nuts kept emptying.

Ribbons like half-dried glue spouted from her nostrils all the way up to her abuser's chest, draping there like the tassels of a graduation cap. And his cum factories started to slow their explosion. The used girl's belly gurgled as it puffed toward David's face, and the devils on both his shoulders whispered to him.

With his iron stiffy still jammed into her neck, leaking around the edges of her lips, he laced his fingers together and pulled them behind his head. With a quick, heaving grunt, he hammered his hands against the fleshy pocket he'd created, and gave the sagging prude a real coup de grâce.

A rumbling squelch sent cum fountaining from Brenda's loosened asshole, slopping onto her body and the stage below after a brief arc into the air. Guffawing laughter and shocked applause followed the burbling trickle of more of the load down her ass cheeks and the back of her body.

When the barker came over to check her pulse (avoiding what he could of the mess), he nodded and lifted David's fist into the air. "Sluts and whores, we have a winner!" He'd practically fucked her into a coma. Alive, but completely used up.

Sharp whistles mixed with breathy shouts and the slapping of bare tits against jumping chests, as David looked over his adoring fans. They'd never seen a cock -- or a cum load -- quite like his. His meat was deflating to a droopy 10 inches as it leaked onto the stage, and he scanned the crowd for pointy ears. Neither they, nor a crown of crusty purple hair, made an appearance.

"Excellent show, sir! The meeting with the Mayor is yours and we'll get you over there in good time," the barker lowered and shook his hand. "Well just need– you feeling alright, there, David?"

The little fuck-monster's head swooned for a second while he tried to listen to what was being said. "Yeah, I'm – hoo… I'm g– man…" The guy in the straw hat helped him shamble over to the side of the stage and sit down. He was looking paler than he had at the start, and his sweat was looking a little milky, too.