The Punishment Round is only just beginning!

Once again your optimistic nature proves to be naught but folly. You are waiting for someone to come along and unlock your wristcuffs, and free you from your humiliating imprisonment, but that is not what happens.

“Any and all Insect-rank guests are now welcome to come contribute to this whore’s punishment.” The Game Master announces.

“Hmmmph?!” You squeal through your ballgag, unsure that you can endure another fingering, what with your pussy still sensitive after that last huge orgasm.

Alas, when you hear another man stepping up behind you, you are **** to accept that you can’t stop him from playing with your hole until he’s satisfied, and so you just pray that you have another orgasm in you.

…And then, he shoves his erect penis straight inside your anus.

“AIIIIIIMPH!” You yell into your gag, but you are just ignored.

Anal. Of course. An unknown number of men are queuing up to fuck you in the asshole. Your poor delicate rosebud, already sensitive and tingling from the hammering it got while you were encased in stone, is to be the subject of another brutal ordeal.

A hole that has seen very little action before today is now a faceless free use cumdump.

And there’s nothing you can do but endure it.

The sensation of a cock being thrust up inside your rear end feels just as alien and uncomfortable as the first time you ever experienced it. It’s not painful, per se, at least not yet, but it does feel inherently wrong, almost exactly the opposite of how having a dick in your pussy feels right.

You feel like an important piece of plumbing has rapidly developed a blockage, and every instinct is urgently calling on you to squeeze it out. But no matter what you do with your rectal muscles, the unwanted intruder remains firmly nestled in its new home, pumping up and down inside your delicate tunnel in a cold, ruthless rhythm.

As your anal torment continues, two masked men approach your plinth and release some latches, which allows them to freely rotate its base, which is on wheels. They turn you 90 degrees so that the majority of the audience can watch the destruction of your ass with a side-on view, able to see both your gagged and chained front half, and free-use-fuckhole rear half, at the same time.

The men let out a polite but excited cheer as they clap their hands and bask in your naked, degraded glory. The man bashing in your butthole seems spurred on by this, and speeds up even further, which elicits more strained mewls from your gagged lips.

Soon enough, he’s grunting, and filling your innards with his slimy seed. You are a literal anal cumdump once again. The lowest of lows.

Why am I here? You think to yourself forlornly, as the anonymous man slowly unsheaths his length from your sore, weakened pooper.

You’ve gained nothing. You’ve broken your marriage vows. And you’ve doomed yourself to this upsetting session of objectifying Sodomy.

I’m such an idiot. You reflect internally. A normal person would have realized this was a bad idea from the get-go.

You reflect that you weren’t even able to do the one thing you prided yourself on, that you had known would be the key success in this competition. You weren’t able to shut out the outside world, and become an unthinking object, when you needed to the most.

The tip of a new penis makes contact with your loosened hole. With no foreplay, no tenderness, and absolutely zero loving care, this new fat cock plunges into your anal cavity, sending signals of panicked oversensitive soreness up through your nervous system to your brain.

But the third man to defile your rectum this afternoon doesn’t care how you feel. He just wants a faceless butt to rutt around inside and make it feel good, until he can use it as a dumpster for his cum. And there’s nothing you can do to stop him.

Maybe I deserve this. This is what I’ve earned myself, for racking up so much debt chasing a stupid dream of a modeling career, and for cheating on my husband without a second thought. This is my cross to bear.

And so the faceless cock in your ass fucks the faceless butt in front of it, punishing its owner for her sins. And by the time it has finished its duty, and unloaded the contents of another set of balls up into your guts, you feel well and truly punished.

That’s it, right? It’s all over now?

Depsite your feeling that you’ve been sufficiently punished, the universe disagrees. Another rock hard manhood surges forward into your sore asshole, making you whimper and sob.

Mercy, please! I’m going to break!