It's too much to ask (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter.)

Dizzy and disoriented, you can’t put up a fight as your clothes are stripped off. Your skimpy shorts are pulled down to your ankles, and your tank top is thrown aside. Your lab coat is placed on the floor, and you’re positioned over it on your hands and knees. When your senses clear, you find a man lying beneath you, a man standing in front of you, and the enormous bastard kneeling behind you. Great, that means…

“*MMLPH!*” All three of your holes are penetrated at once, sealing you airtight with the guards’ dicks. You wince in frustration at having been captured so easily, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. Struggling would just get you pummeled into submission. You’ll get an opportunity, though, since these amateurs were foolish enough not to bother binding you. A man is weakest as he’s ejaculating. He’ll lose focus on anything else, and that’s when you’ll strike. You may be down now, but you’re not out. Now, if only you could stop moaning as though you’re enjoying this…

The fucking you receive is practiced and precise, as though they’ve rehearsed this many times before. All three of them shove their cocks into you at the same time, then withdraw simultaneously, leaving you empty just long enough to appreciate when they **** themselves back into you. Considering all the girls they’ve been ****, they probably have rehearsed this many times. It doesn’t make you feel any better to realize you’re now on a long list of women who’ve been fucked by these men.

It would have been a relief if the men at least kept their hands to themselves, but that’s a dream that could never come true. The man beneath you can’t help but paw at your tits as they hang above him like prizes for the taking. Squeezing, pushing, pinching… He gets to enjoy the fruits of his labor as your pussy dampens in response to the pleasant sensation. Though most of your love juices come from your holes getting stuffed with cock, making your inner walls ripple appreciatively around a cock you don’t appreciate at all.

Meanwhile, the durability of your asscheeks is tested as your captor spanks you roughly amidst plundering your backdoor. Distressed squeaks leak from your throat every time his palm hits your skin, thankfully muffled by the rod in your mouth. His dick is… well, the man himself is big, and he has a dick to match. There are several spots in your back tunnel that spark with pleasure every time his hot, stiff member barges past them. As time passes, he seems to become more aware of this, and he gets better at setting off every single hotspot. All you can do is moan for now, but you’ll be sure to give him a kick in the head once you make your escape.

And who could forget the guy in front of you. With a fistful of your hair, he moves your head back and forth over his cock like he’s manipulating a puppet. With no control over the blowjob you’re giving, you end up with a mess of spit overflowing from your mouth and dripping down your chin. The facefucking is so violent that your glasses have come loose and keep bouncing around as you move, matching the slovenly appearance of your face as the Rocket grunt carelessly uses you.

It’s hard to think straight when you’re this thoroughly stuffed with dick, and most of your leftover brainpower is going towards shutting out all the asinine remarks the guards are making. It’s nothing short of degrading, being gangbanged by these criminals while they mock you for getting caught… and being **** to feel pleasure from their cocks just makes it ten times worse. Seriously, how are you feeling so good from morons like these? Mentally, you’re leagues above these slimeballs, but apparently you can’t say the same for your body. Still, you have enough sense in you to notice when they speed up, signaling that they must be getting close. They keep up their impeccable timing, though, ensuring that your mind goes white with pleasure every time they plug your holes to the hilt. They’re hard as diamonds now, too. Another telltale sign that they’ll finish soon, but also another reason for you to moan with unwanted delight.

Finally, after one last, powerful slam of their hips against your fatigued body, they all finish at the same time, shooting their first spurt of molten cum into your throat, cunt, and asshole synchronously. Now, it’s your chance to-

Endurance Check: Failed!

!?

As the heat fills you from all ends, and your mind swims in the feeling of being claimed, you can’t stop a climax from overtaking you. There’s **** but to be submerged in sexual satisfaction at the expense of your pride. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did you have to cum NOW!? You let out a cry of euphoria and frustration as you shudder through the angriest orgasm of your life. You can’t fight back like this! Your hips won’t even stop shaking! You ball up a fist and smash it against the ground, trying to **** your pleasure to subside as quickly as possible, but it’s hopeless. In fact, as they keep pumping you full of wonderfully hot cum, your brain loses focus on all else. Your muscles relax, your struggles cease, and you forget everything except the wonderful feeling you’re experiencing in this moment. Nothing else matters…

The men finish ejaculating long before your own orgasm wanes. They pull out dispassionately, leaving you to plop down onto your lab coat and leak cum onto it. Ragged breaths leave your mouth while your brain stays in dreamland, unable to even consider escaping with all the pleasure still coursing through your nerves. By the time you come to, you’re back on your hands and knees, and new guards have taken the place of the old ones.

“Hey, wait! What happened? I thought- Wait, stop! *MMLPH!*” It’s no different than last time. Like trained soldiers, they all penetrate you at exactly the same time, disrupting your thoughts and forcing pleasure through your body. This is bad, you really can’t hold up against an **** like this again. Y-You’ll just have to get it right this time. Last time was just a fluke. There’s no way you’d cum from such wretched men screwing you again, right?

A couple hours later, you find yourself carried over the shoulder of the muscular guard. All three of your holes are leaking cum liberally. You do a little bit of kicking and struggling, but not too much. You’re exhausted after all the dicks you’ve taken, and all the orgasms you’ve had. As the guard opens the door to something that resembles a prison cell, you get the impression that you’ll be taking even more dicks for the indefinite future.