They are legion

His voice echoed like a decree, each word weighing on my bent neck. The clones advanced, their muscles tense in the dim light, their eyes cold yet burning with the same thirst as their master's. The first grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until my neck arched painfully.

I let myself be drawn to the first clone without resistance, with the desire to please my master. Had they been an army, I would have met the challenge on his lips.

He **** my head down to his feet. With the same harsh, cruel voice, he ordered me.

• Lick.

I stuck out my tongue and began to run it over his toes, while another stepped around me and, without warning, plunged brutally into me, stretching my anus with one thrust until it hit the bottom.

His grip tightened in my hair as the first clone **** himself between my lips. He slid beneath me and **** me to sink onto his cock while the other continued his painful sodomy. I felt both of his cocks inside me, the brutality of which I could almost feel as they touched me. A third presented itself to my mouth, which he **** without further ado. When I opened it, I was the receptacle.

The others circled like predators, their hands rough as they traced the half-healed welts on my back, each touch rekindling the pain in a way that made my body shiver. From his throne, the Emperor watched with a lewd smile.

The three filled my holes, now wet with a pleasure that eluded me. I was their plaything, almost disjointed, their laughter formed a lewd and hypnotic concert. My innermost being screamed with pain, yet I was in a trance, almost in a trance. They formed a supernatural trinity. I was his chosen one, given over to his fantasies.

I screamed in pain and pleasure as the first one poured himself into my vagina, and another beneath me took his place. My sodomizer came in turn, took over from his double, and plunged mercilessly into my anus. But could I say my own? I belonged to him completely.

The emperor was as if in a trance. I understood that he was connected by **** to his clones, who were nothing more than puppets in his hands, and that he felt every sensation from the clones occupying my vagina, my anus, and my mouth. I gave him three times more pleasure through them. This revelation triggered my first cataclysmic orgasm. My body tensed brutally and gloriously, threatening to take me away, which would have happened to me without ****.

My body convulsed under their triple ****, each orifice violated with methodical brutality. The Emperor, his fingers clenched on the armrests of his throne, panted in sync with his clones—every thrust inside me reverberated through his hips. A fourth clone grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his member, forcing my fingers to masturbate him while he spat on my open wounds.

Now there were five clones I was pleasuring, meaning five times more pleasure for the panting emperor. A maid stood nearby to receive his precious seed in a receptacle. I was so proud to be the cause of his future pleasure at that moment that I struggled to give the clones, and thus my master, the most pleasure.

The Emperor's breath caught as the clones moved with mechanical precision, their thrusts intensifying in unison. Saliva dripped from my chin where the third clone was still thrusting into my mouth, his grip tightening in my hair each time. The one below me arched his hips upward, forcing a stuttered cry from my throat as his length scraped against raw flesh—each movement transmitted through the **** to our master, whose fingers dug into the arms of his throne.

Another clone grasped my hips, pulling me toward him with a slap of wet skin, his nails carving crescents into the bruises already darkening my thighs. I was just a piece of flesh to them, but flesh that gave pleasure to the master, who came at the same time as his clones. I was overwhelmed internally and externally by their sperm, to the point where I nearly choked on its ten jets.

The Emperor's veins bulged beneath his clammy skin as an eleventh clone emerged from the shadows, his cold hands encircling my throat to prevent me from backing away. The others' hot sperm dripped down my trembling thighs.

I stood before him, oozing their sperm from every pore, he looked at me.

• Magnificent, magnificent, a true goddess before her fall.