Meat Toilet Seven

She had sensed the danger early on.

She had played every card in her hand to try and avoid this. She'd gone even further than she'd realized she was capable of. She'd done things... things she could hardly believe upon reflection. The video, the intense anal sex, it all seems so surreal in retrospect.

If her husband ever sees any of that, he'll surely leave her. And yet, she did it anyway, because it was what her instinct had told her she needed to do to survive.

And yet, even after all that, it hadn't been enough. Bad luck after bad luck after bad luck had landed her here, stuck in this wall, playing these sick bastards' twisted game in all the ways she didn't want to.

She hadn't made any wrong moves, any bad choices, and now she was out of options.

Whilst being 'converted' into a Meat Toilet, and locked into this dark silent cell, she was told what her 'poetic' torment would involve.

A sign would be posted above her naked, exposed and presented posterior, detailing instructions for how she was to be used from now on. From the video they had determined that her greatest fear was pregnancy.... So the rules involved increasing her chances of conceiving a child through the use of fertility ****. They also involved a 'game' whereby she was only to be fucked anally, unless she let some of the anal creampie spill out, in which case her next 'customer' would send his swimmers straight up into her ripe, fertile babymaker.

The thing was, that they had also grown to understand just how determined she is. They were worried that she'd actually be able to find the willpower to hold in her anal creampies until the cleaning enema at the end of each day. And they couldn't risk that. For you see, their stint as Meat Toilets is meant to break their spirits, not teach them that anything is possible if you try hard enough.

So, the game is to be rigged.

Even the people who come to fuck her won't be aware of this, but there's a hidden 4th 'rule' to the game.

The bastard in charge of the oversight of her whole predicament isn't just going to sit by and hope that enough men come and fill up her ass with cum that it becomes to much to hold in. Oh no. There's too many Meat Toilets now, and not enough men using them, to guarantee the success of that. So, he's going to **** her to play an unwinnable game.

Several times a day, he is going to come down to her room, and contact one of the members of the group, and instruct him to come on down and fuck her. At the same time, he is going to use a giant syringe to fill her belly with a quart of fresh grade A horse semen, mixed with a small amount of pure glycerin - an irritant often used as a suppository - i.e. a substance that will make her uncontrollably lose control of her rectal muscles within minutes.

The man will arrive, read the rules, and then be treated to a spectacular anal exposion. She will have lost the 'game' again, and get fucked vaginally, and by the end of each day, her pussy will be soaked in other mens' cum. This, combined with the fertility ****, makes it incredibly likely that she'll get pregnant the next time she ovulates.

And so here she is, now undergoing the sensation of being filled up with an insane amount of semen for the first time. When the syringe is finally pulled out of her anus, she feels horribly full, in all the wrong places.

And that is how she is left, for the minute, with this illusion of choice. Because at first, it feels like she can hold it in. Maybe it won't be that bad. Maybe she can wait it out until the man comes down and starts to fuck her ass. Maybe she can avoid the risk of pregnancy.

But as the seconds tick on, the futility of her situation becomes more and more apparent. The pressure grows inside of her. Her rectum begs to be released. She can tell that it's asking for permission now, but in a short while, it will refuse to take 'No' for an answer.

This is awful. At least before, she had some real agency. A real opportunity to avoid this fate.

...Or did she? Was it just an illusion of choice all along? Was there really any course of action that would not have ended up with her in this situation, or worse? Ever since she sensed that danger, she's made what felt like the best plays she could, based on the information she had at the time. And yet at the end of the day, she's still here. So maybe it was her destiny all along. Maybe there was nothing she could do.

A sinking feeling of dread begins to wash over her as her understanding that there's nothing she can do here either continues to grow. There's still no cock in her ass, and the pressure is building to bursting point. Tears build in her eyes and she scrunches her toes. Whether that's because she's trying so hard to hold on, or because she knows that she can't any more, she doesn't even know.

The dam bursts. A quarter of a gallon of semen surges out of her butthole like a fire hose. That's it, then. Her fate is sealed. She had focused so hard on survival, and yet failed. Now begins the agonizing wait until-

Her inner monologue is sliced short as a penis slices its way into her pussy like a knife through butter. She hadn't even realized she was wet. But she can now feel that her cunt is dripping. And a man's cock that is not her husband's is claiming her pussy.

And unlike with the unhappy little accident that occurred yesterday when she accidentally let that student climax inside her, this time she can't pop down to the pharmacy for a plan B pill.

This is worse than that time yesterday. That time, she was in control, on top, and had access to emergency contraceptives. This is even worse than the brutal anal sex that followed, from that man with the most giant penis she'd ever seen, who took her instructions to do the best to break her to heart. That had been distressing, painful, humiliating and out of her control, but at least it was only temporary. A child is permanent. And conceiving a child like this, locked in a wall, while some dime-a-dozen fuckhead drills her pussy from behind, is just unthinkably awful.

To make things even more upsetting, her pussy isn't on the same page. As the dickhead behind her sloppily pumps his pecker in and out of her slit, it sends surges of joyful pleasure up through her nervous system to her brain, and little happy endorphin chemicals start sparking off like fireworks in her head, telling her how lovely this whole thing is.

But it's not lovely! It's dreadful! It's **** insemination against her will! Outside of wedlock! Cucking her husband! Turning her from a strong independent woman into a broodmare ****! Claiming her body as a prize, and commanding it to transform itself into an incubation machine for a copy of whichever man is lucky enough to win the strong sperm lottery.

So why does it have to feel so damned good?!

100% of her focus, all that hatred, all that building desire and euphoria, is focused on the six to seven inches of cock doing its quick hard thrusts in and out of her sacred hole. She wants it to stop, but her body doesn't. It's almost like her uterus is crying out for what her brain is desperately pleading against.

And then she feels it.

The feeling she's been dreading, and her body has been craving. The feeling of warmth and wetness, surging up inside her cunt. The slightly increasing pressure up against what feels like her cervix.

The man is ejaculating inside her. Breeding her. Filling her to the brim with his virile seed.

Against all conscious desire, she orgasms.

She actually orgasms from being creampied against her will.

Her body has fully given itself over to this invader's cock. It has welcomed the flag it has planted inside of her, and it has offered its unconditional surrender. It will obey the instructions of any and all genetic material that can find its way to one of her most precious of eggs, and then set upon the work of rebuilding itself to become a baby factory. And with the fertility ****, the chances of twins or more has shot right up.

She feels her mind breaking. She's giving up. She's lost. She is no longer a survivor. She's just a victim, with no agency. An object, with no rights, and only one purpose.

A Meat Toilet.