Lie there completely mindless as the men discuss what to do with you next

Evan's Bedroom, Blackwood Family Home, Suburban Ohio, at 10:35 AM on Saturday June 15th, 2024 Day 1.

You lie there like a discarded sex doll, your massive tits pooling on either side of your chest, cum leaking from your stretched pussy in a lazy white stream that soaks into the already-ruined sheets. Your eyes are open but there's nothing behind them—just a soft, warm glow, like staring into a lamp through fog. The voice hums contentedly. Everything is fine. Everything is good.

The men stand around you, catching their breath, cocks softening and hardening in cycles. Derek leans against the dresser, phone in hand, scrolling through something with a shit-eating grin.

"Yo, I got an idea," Jake says, cracking his neck, his thick cock already twitching back to life. "We make this bitch airtight. All three holes at once."

Marco's eyes light up. "Pinche perfecto. I call throat."

"Nah," Tyrell says, his deep voice cutting through. "I want the pussy again. That shit was unreal."

Jake shrugs. "Ass it is. Already broke it in earlier."

Derek holds up his hand. "I'm sitting this one out, boys." He waves his phone. "I'm gonna film the whole thing and send it to Evan. Let that little bitch-boy see what we did to his girlfriend while he was gone."

"Bro," Jake laughs. "That's cold."

"That's hilarious," Marco corrects, already climbing onto the bed.

Derek positions himself at the head of the bed, phone camera trained on your vacant, cum-glazed face. "Hey Evan," he narrates to the camera, grinning. "Your girl Raven says hi. Well—she would, but her mouth's gonna be full in about three seconds."

Marco straddles your face, his lean cock slapping against your black-purple lips. Your mouth opens automatically—pure reflex, the curse programming your body like a machine—and he slides in, groaning as your throat accepts him without resistance. Your jaw stretches wide, drool already flooding around his shaft.

Tyrell lifts your hips, positioning you on your side, and sinks his massive cock back into your cum-sloppy pussy from behind. The stretch makes your eyes flutter—even through the fog, your body registers the sheer size of him splitting you open again, eleven inches of thick dark meat pushing through the churned mixture of four loads already deposited in your womb.

Jake gets behind you, pressing the head of his cock against your asshole. "This hole's still tight," he mutters, pushing forward. Your sphincter gives way and he sinks in with a groan, his shaft buried in your ass while Tyrell fills your pussy from the opposite angle. You can feel both of them through the thin wall separating your holes—their cocks almost touching inside you, separated by just a membrane of flesh.

"There we go," Jake grunts. "Airtight like a fucking vacuum seal."

All three start moving—different rhythms, different depths. Marco fucks your throat in short jabbing strokes, making you gag and sputter. Tyrell drives deep and slow, each thrust bottoming out against your cervix. Jake pistons your ass with quick, brutal snaps. Your body rocks between them like a ragdoll, completely passive, completely empty, your massive tits bouncing and slapping with each impact.

Derek zooms in on your face—your perfect goth makeup unsmudged despite the tears and drool, your eyes glazed and vacant, your black-purple lips stretched obscenely around Marco's cock. "This is going straight to Evan's phone," he says to the camera. "Watch your girl become our breeding toy, bro. She fucking loves it."

He hits send.