The Night Continues...

As the hours of the night blur into minutes, you lost track of how many times the men had their turn with you.

They have ALL had their cocks in your pussy by now. though the tally marks crudely drawn onto your body, coupled with your captor counting several bills on a nearby chair confirms that they've been fucking you more than once tonight.

You start to regain some focus, and find that you are no longer tied to the bed now... NOW, you are on your hands and knees as one of the men has mounted, and is rutting you like a dog.

He isn't working alone, however. as on the opposite end another man is holding your head in place and thrusting his cock down your throat (and with every thrust from the man behind you, you are **** forward into the man in front of you.)

After several minutes, both men managed to cum at the same time... but you barely even react. In fact, you gulp down the globs currently pouring down your throat without hesitation.

This has been going on for so long, that your body has now adjusted to constantly being penetrated by dicks and being pumped with semen (even ingesting it no long makes you feel sick.)

As the two men withdraw, some of the other men start to gather around you.

The man who was fucking you doggystyle grasps your hips and pulled you back as he lays down on the bed. Without being told, he position yourself on top of him and proceeded to bounce yourself up and down onto his still erect cock.

Two other men move to your sides. You grab their cocks, and give them both handjobs as you continue to bound upon the man on the bed.

One more man then stands upon the bed in front of you, his erect cock aimed direction at your face. You open your mouth and extend your tongue. the man then proceeded to grab your head and buck his hips, pistoning his dick down your throat.

Your Captor takes a break from counting the money in his hand and chuckles at the sight of you being gangbanged. he smiled as he starts to stroke his own cock, enjoying the show.

The minutes blurred into hours, your mind becoming faint while your body seems to move on it's own accord.

The sounds of male pleasure echo, followed by the the familiar sensation of cum splattering your face, filling your body and it's addicting taste as it flows down your throat.

After a moment of ecstasy, your body then drops...and you feel masculine touch leaving you.

You regain some clarity, and look on as the Eleven Men that had been fucking you start to put their clothes back on and pay your captor the rest of the money that they owed him.

"Pleasure doing business with you guys." said your captor.

"Yeah, I gotta admit...this whore was worth every dollar." said one of the men.

"Hope you keep her around. We could use pussy like that to blow of stream." said another man.

Your Captor smirks as he puts his money away.

"Later, Man!"

"See ya' next Friday!"

You watch as the men all leave single file... Once they are gone, your captor turns back to you and approaches. He grabs your lower jaw and **** you to look at him.

"I don't care who you were... you're MINE, now." said the man. "You are going to spend the rest of your days being a cum dumpster. And once you get so old that even I won't want you anymore...I'll toss you back where I found you, like the garbage you are."

You could only look at the man with broken eyes. You silently nod, acknowledging your place in your new life.

"Good. Glad we have an understanding..." said the man, who then pulled his pants down... Showing his erection before you.

You breathe out...and open your mouth.

Several months have now passed...

And you are on your knees before the man, bobbing your head rhythmically as you suck on his cock while he sits on his chair, watching whatever was on the TV.

News reports used to be heard on the TV of 'the boy that mysteriously vanished', but by now they have all but stopped, becoming just another cold case.

Your family must believe you are dead... And you may as well be, as your tight, round belly means that boy you used to be is nothing but a memory.

a memory that you are starting to forget. You can't even remember your name anymore.

After awhile, the man finally grasps your long hair and holds your head in place. He doesn't look at you, instead keeping his eyes on his TV as he climaxes and shoots globs of cum down your throat (which you instinctively gulp down.)

The man the grabs a leash that is attached to a collar that you are wearing and pulled you up. You know to stand up, showing the man your watermelon sized belly and your big, plump breasts.

You climb onto the man, and guide his still erect cock towards your wet pussy (or as best as you could, since you couldn't see over your heavily pregnant belly.)

You gasp as you feel that familiar sensation of a cock penetrating you and proceed to bound up and down upon him, moaning as his cock spear up into your vagina.

The man smiled, enjoying every second of this.

He watched as your fat boobs bounced up and down, smacking into each other. He groaned as he felt the weight of your pregnancy upon him, and your vaginal muscles squeezing his cock.

You moan loudly, your tongue hanging out as you continue to fuck the man who had ****, kidnapped, whored you out and knocked you up.

though, there is no way of knowing for sure. So many different men filled your womb with their seed that night, that you may never know who fathered the bastard growing inside of you.

The man tugs your leash harder, keeping it tight. You start panting like a dog as you bounce even hard upon him, every bound shooting pleasure into your body light an electric shock.

The sound of flesh smacking fill the room, drowned out only by inhuman grunting, moaning and the mindless commercials playing on the TV.

"AHH!!" exclaimed the man, as he finally climaxed again.

You let out a primal moan that almost sounded like a roar, your back and neck arching out in a perfect curve. You freeze, holding your breath as the man you now call master blasted an explosion of cum into your pregnant pussy.

You breathe heavily as the thick, hot cum keeps pumping. oozing out of the cracks of your loose pussy.

"Ah...my show's back on." said the man, as he pushed you off of him so he could see the TV screen.

Your body drops with a thud, but you are not hurt (a little bruised, but not hurt.) You roll yourself over and get on your hands and knees...so the man can rest his legs on your back like a stool.

The man exhales, getting comfortable as he watches his program. You remain still, locking your limbs in place as you continue to prop the man's feet up like living furniture. Cum still leaking out of your pussy, creating a small puddle on the floor.

'DING!'

The Man glances at his phone, and reaches over to pick it up. He swipes the screen and reads a new text message.

[YO. WE JUST WON A BIG GAME.]
[WE R ALL CUMING OVER TO CELEBRATE!]
[GET OUR BITCH READY.]

The man smiled as he taps a response, and sets his phone down.

He then looked down at his 'stool', and smirked. His cock miraculously getting hard again as he imagined what his buddies would do to her once they got here.

[END]