Valuable Fuckmeat

A DAY
i can't even walk or crawl without my thighs rubbing my pumped up pussy. If i didn't already leak like a broken faucet, i would start now. Wherever i'm taken, my arse and tits are beaten. Mnh! None of them use my name. It's always "cunt!" or "fuckmeat" or other stuff like that.

i drink out a bowl that is always hot Goblin piss. my food is Goblin jizz throughout the day, but for dinner they really make me feel subhuman by serving me a bowl of dogfood. i eat the jelly-covered meat chunks while they fuck my fat, jiggling, arse.I

ANOTHER DAY,
Sharphook visits me, He informs me that today they will test and correct my stretchiness.

i am spread out upon a table and each hole i have is fingered them fisted then punch-fucked by the banker. i cum hardest from anal.

SOME DAY,
Blunthook, a short and squat Goblin who tells me He is the brother of Griphook, brings out paddles of different sizes, materials, and thicknesses. He beats my tits and arse until they're red and i am crying from the pain, then orders me to beg for Him to keep going.

i beg and beg and beg. He delights in humiliating me, making me beg for my own degradation.

SOME OTHER DAY,
i meet the rest of Griphook's Family, and they are thrilled to get the chance to punish me for his ****.

I'd drunk piss plenty of times. i enjoyed it now. But it was a while different experience to be tied down and feel them each entering my arse and pissing into my guts. Marked from the inside out as a whore.

DAY ?
i finally got to see petunia! my Aunty looked so happy, she was posing for photos with all sizes of cocks in her.

*Lumbering into the room, a small band of Trolls. i had done a little reading on Trolls since the encounter in First Year. i could understand enough of their language to understand what was next.**

i am **** to rely on my Freakishness to survive. Most would have their body broken by one Troll cock. Aunty petunia and i? One in every hole.

DAY UM... TWO?
Goblins love sitting on my face. Horny on their lunch break, they push me into the floor so they can sit on my face and have me rim them. i eat every arse out in front of me because i can t go back to who i pretended to be. No more shame. i am wet for people who hate me!

TODAY
They tell us it's our last day with them. Part of me doesn't want to leave, wants to crawl over to Sharphook and eat his arse for the rest of my life. But i want my daughter to grow up with her Daddy and me. And when she's eighteen... i want to be there when Daddy takes her virginity.

Sharphook opens a box, it's full of gold trinkets. One by one, each piece adorns my body. Wrist and ankle cuffs. Nipples, navel, and clit piercings. A collar, the tag declaring i am Gold Tier Fuckmeat, owned by Dudley Vernon Dursley. A thick ring goes into my nose like a farm animal. Tongue piercings.

He fingers my hungry arsehole while i wait to be returned to my Master. At the rate He is teasing me, i'll soon beg to be fucked.