The Public Gangbang

After the poll results were displayed, Mr. Reginald Kane stepped forward with a satisfied smile and announced:

“Option 7 has received strong support as well. We will combine the winning Animal Breeding Display with a special encore — a full Public Gangbang. Slutcunt will be available to 150 selected guests for three continuous hours on stage.”

A murmur of excitement rippled through the elite audience.

You were given a short break to clean up and drink water. When you returned to the stage, the setup had changed. A large, circular raised platform with soft padding and multiple restraints was prepared under bright lights. Cameras were positioned all around to record every angle for the private archives of the guests.

Mr. Kane addressed the crowd:

“150 guests have been pre-selected. You may use her in any way you wish — mouth, ass, tits, or all at once. No permanent damage. Enjoy Dorothy Voss’s wife.”

The gangbang began immediately.

The first wave of guests stepped onto the stage — ten at a time. They surrounded you like predators.

For the next three hours, you were relentlessly used without pause.

Multiple thick cocks filled your mouth and throat at the same time, stretching your lips wide while the bell on your tongue jingled constantly. You gagged and drooled heavily as they fucked your face.

Your ass was never empty. One cock after another slammed into you, many of them much larger than Dorothy’s. Some guests preferred to double-penetrate your ass, stretching you painfully wide.

Your heavy DDD breasts were constantly squeezed, sucked, and fucked. Milk sprayed out every time someone latched onto your nipples, and many guests drank from you while pounding your holes.

At several points, you were completely overwhelmed — one man in your ass, two in your mouth, others jerking off onto your face and tits. Cum rained down on you constantly.

The guests rotated in organized waves so that the fucking never stopped. Your body was passed around like a living toy. Some fucked you gently, savoring the experience. Others were brutal, slapping your tits and ass while calling you degrading names.

“Dorothy’s famous cum-dump wife…”

“Such a well-trained breeding bitch…”

“Look at those milky tits bounce…”

Your long pink hair was used as handles. Your collar was tugged. Your caged clitty with its heart charms leaked helplessly the entire time.

By the second hour, you were a glazed, broken mess — covered head to toe in thick layers of cum, milk leaking steadily from your sore breasts, holes red and gaping. Your voice was gone. Your mind was floating in a haze of overstimulation.

Mr. Kane occasionally stepped onto the stage to whisper encouragement or squeeze your breasts for the crowd’s entertainment.

The final hour was the most intense. The remaining guests went all out, using you in every possible combination until your body was trembling uncontrollably.

When the three hours finally ended, you were lying in the center of the stage in a large puddle of cum, barely conscious. Your beautiful pink hair was matted and sticky. Your face, breasts, and body were painted white. Milk and cum dripped from your nipples. Your holes were swollen and overflowing.

The entire audience gave a thunderous standing ovation.

Mr. Kane stepped forward and addressed the crowd:

“Dorothy Voss’s wife has performed magnificently. The billion-dollar deal is officially closed.”

You were carried off the stage, cleaned gently by attendants, and returned to Dorothy the next morning.

When you finally reached home, Dorothy took one look at your exhausted, well-used body and pulled you into her arms.

“My perfect wife,” she whispered proudly, drinking from your sore breasts. “You just helped secure our future. I’m so proud of you.”

She carried you to bed and made love to you slowly and tenderly that night, praising you the entire time.