EPILOGUE: The Fuck-Meat

Days, weeks, months pass. You would stay in that hotel room the entire time, never needing to eat real food, relying on cum as your source of nourishment. You'd be fucked at least four times daily, each time being with a different man with a different cock.

Eventually, you'd find yourself permanently gaped open, your originally tight asshole dripping with cum all the time. Yet every time you'd be fucked, you found yourself enjoying it more and more. The idea of being used by a strong alpha male filled you with a giddy sense of glee.

Due to your new lifestyle, you found yourself never needing to be clothes, mostly as they'd end up torn to shreds by your new sexual partner. This was your life now. You were a slab of meat to these men.

You were Fuck-Meat.