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Chapter 50 by DefeatedDamsels DefeatedDamsels

What's next?

Round 2 begins

The second round of sex feels even more intense than the first, despite very little change from Baz's side. It's just that you recently orgasmed, and so everything down there is rather more engorged and sensitive.

Last time, it took around 60 seconds for you to enter the Slut Zone and lose most conscious thought.

This time, it takes less than 20 seconds.

As the pleasure rises, you get lost in a mindless world of bliss. The noises you make do not sound like a human, but rather some poor low level Pokemon as it gets battered round and round by Seismic Toss after Seismic Toss.

At the edge of your vision, you can see that Belle has the same dumb blank expression on her face as you do. And you can hear that her noises are just as nonsensical and undignified as your own.

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As the sex continues, your sense of self continues to further dissolve. You don't feel like a human woman. You feel like an object, a living sex doll with a warm tight fuckhole to be used and abused by your owners. Completely obedient and submissive, with no will of your own. He could pick you up and dump you in the trash afterwards, and you would be fine with that, as long as he properly turns you inside out with his glorious cock first.

The familiar sense of an orgasm wells up inside of you, and then bursts open throughout you, and this time you can recognize the feeling of your pussy shooting out a fountain of squirt, to leave nobody in any two minds about whether you just climaxed.

You feel like your pussy and Baz's penis have become one joint entity - his cock belongs inside you, and your pussy's purpose is to be stretched and filled by it. You feel genuine remorse as he pulls out, and find yourself begging him not to. The removal of his perfect pecker leaves a sad empty cavity in its absence.

"Put it back in! Fill me back up! Reclaim my cunt as your cock's warm, fuckable home!" You desperately plead.

That is, until the fog begins to lift again, and normal thoughts once again are allowed to reach the surface, and you can't believe what you just said. Or rather, you can believe that you said it, given the competition you're in, but what shocks you is that in the moment, you really meant it.

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