Rough enough to leave Stacy pissed off!

Matt wiggles his eyebrows as he thinks, staring at Stacy directly in the eyes.

"Ssssss... sssiii... seven." He flashes a grin as Stacy looks a mixture of surprised and upset at hearing how high a number Matt has chosen. He could have been kind and chosen something like one or two and probably still won the game, but no, he has to go and be vindictive about it. The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets, and the more her face turns into a snarl.

"No, eight." Matt says quickly, before the clones have a chance to get to work.

"Fuck you!" Stacy blurts out in fury. "Fuck you fuck you fuck you!"

"Point five." Matt adds, while making an innocent, casual face as if he was choosing the strength of his coffee and not how brutally Stacy's body was to be treated.

Stacy is so surprised at how callously Matt is behaving that she literally can't think of what to say for a moment. By the time she does come up with any words, the clones are almost upon her.

"You motherf- GLMMMMF" She doesn't even finish her second word before her neck is **** back and the thickest, most comically giant penis in the world is pushed between her lips. It only takes a few inches of the futanari beast to be inside her mouth before she is completely and utterly silenced, unable to breathe past it until it pulls out.

She can't see her feet because of her position on her back with her head yanked back into a deepthroating position, but she can still hear and feel. The first sensation she's treated with is that of the double ended dildo being pulled out of her pussy.

"We won't be needing that any more." She hears in her own voice. The fact that her assailants are almost perfect clones of herself makes this twice as weird as it would be anyway.

Despite her desire for oxygen, the Stacy clone at her head has other plans in mind. The footlong dong continues its path inwards, not stopping at the entrance to her throat but putting greater and greater pressure on that small opening, trying to find a way to fit inside. Stacy gags, saliva beginning to spew all around the thick shaft filling her mouth to the brim.

At the same time, she feels the head of another turgid futa penis rubbing against her folds.

"For a seven-out-of-ten rough fuck, it would have been this hole." Clone Stacy begins. "But for an eight-point-five..."

The massive member is moved half an inch downwards, where it presses against her tight but defenseless asshole.

Nooooo! Stacy instinctively tries to scream her refusal, but no sound can come out past the cock blocking her airways. Instead, all that happens is that her throat slightly opens, allowing the futanari fuckstick to glide inside.

Stacy has never deepthroated a cock before. Well, not properly. She's managed to take a man balls-deep before, but only due to his modest size. She's never had anything penetrate her throat before, never mind an almost inhuman sized chunk of manhood. Would this even be possible in the real world? Or is she just not giving herself enough credit? One thing she knows for sure is that she expected it to hurt more than it does. She expected it to feel excruciatingly painful, but instead it's just discomfort combined with the nausea of feeling like she wants to throw up.

The story is the same down below. Her outer and inner anal sphincters both quickly give way to the giant tool pressing against them and within moments her entire anal cavity is filled with rock hard futa cock. It's an incredibly bizarre and somewhat horrifying feeling, having one's guts rearranged by what feels like a baseball bat, but for some reason it's not painful.

There's actually only one thing that's truly painful about the sensation of being impaled at both ends by girthy clone cock, and that's the slowly growing burning in her lungs from the ever-increasing oxygen deprivation. She reaches forwards, which is upwards from her perspective, to tap her oral invader on the thighs and beg for a reprieve. To her surprise, her request seems to be noticed and accepted.

The feeling of her clone pulling that stupidly long dick out of her throat makes her gag again, and when it has pulled out far enough to allow Stacy's lungs to kick back into action, the first thing that happens is that saliva spews everywhere. It shoots out of her nose and spurts out past the seal between her lips and the slowly retreating shaft, running up her face (her head is upside down, so gravity sends all the gross slop towards her eyes and hair), and messing up her make up.

Finally she does manage to gasp for breath. It's both wonderful and horrible: while it feels like glorious bliss to take your first breath in half a minute, it's also muddied with her spittle and makes her start ****.

Please, mercy! Stacy wants to shout, but the massive meat-stick sodomizing her chooses this moment to properly kick into motion, surging in and out of her poor delicate tunnel with as much thought as would be given to the comfort and durability of a well-used fleshlight. So instead all that Stacy emits is a small distressed wail, which in turn just makes her break out into a full-on coughing fit.

Between globs of her own saliva, Stacy is able to see the hairless pussy of the clone in front of her face getting closer again, with the menacing footlong futa cock still rock hard and protruding from where her clit should be. Knowing she only has a split second before her mouth is filled up again, Stacy does the sensible thing and does her best to take in a massive gulp of air. Just as expected, she's only halfway through filling her lungs before the long dong returns and recommences filling her throat.

This should hurt, shouldn't it? Having one's throat and anal passage thoroughly demolished by oversized cocks whose owners are both thrusting their hips as fast and hard as they can? But despite the insanity of the situation, her asshole is beginning to spark with pleasure rather than pain.

Stacy has never considered experimenting with erotic autoasphyxiation before. But now in this situation, she is quickly growing to understand why some people fall in love with it. As her brain is slowly starved of oxygen, the feeling inside her butthole goes from okay to good to amazing. Her clit begins to throb, begging to be touched. Her orgasm nears, faster than normal. It turns out that not being able to breathe brings people to the edge really, really quickly.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Stacy hears herself asking Matt. She can't tell if it's the one abusing her throat or excavating her anus. Either way, Matt's reply comes through as clear as day.

"It would be my pleasure." He sounds positively gleeful.

And then, all of a sudden, she feels two fingers on her clit, pinching tightly, and pulling slightly.

Stacy tries to scream in surprise and ecstacy, but can't make a proper sound around the cock lodged in her throat. Instead she just makes a slightly louder gargle than before.

That seems to do the trick for the futanari abomination fucking her mouth, who begins to ejaculate a gallon of thick white paste directly into Stacy's stomach. Perhaps the two of them have some sort of telepathic connection, because the other clone fires off at almost exactly the same moment, filling her guts to the brim with warm, viscous cock snot.

The pressure inside her makes it feel like she's about to burst like an overinflated balloon.

All these intense sensations are too much for Stacy. She cums HARD, squirting so powerfully that Matt has to cover his eyes with his hand to avoid being temporarily blinded by the feminine fluids.

And then suddenly she's in the Casino again, still lying on the table, but now clothed, and with a crowd of onlookers surrounding her. All the cum that she could feel filling her body has not returned with her, and neither have the footlong monster cocks that were moments ago stretching out her holes. Her airway suddenly clear, she's now able to take in that sweet, sweet air that her body has been begging for. After allowing herself a few moments to recover, she weakly rolls to the side and drops down onto her heels.

"This place is sick." She spits.