Utterly and completely...

"Alright everybody! Make some noise for this pathetic bitch to get broken too!" Brad impales you on his thick, impossibly huge cock in a single thrust. You see the crowd's mouths open in exultant "O"s of cheers, but you can't hear a sound. The searing pain of being split asunder with no lube causes your body to seize up and your brain to fry. Everything freezes for a moment and you have an eternity to spend appreciating the excruciating agony and blistering humiliation of your extremely public defilement.

And then things get worse...

Brad begins to pick up speed, sawing in and out of you with sadistic speed. His cock hollowing you out to fit his bludgeoning battering ram, leaving you hollow inside. Your brain is beginning to play catch up, sending all the scorching signals of pain along with the cavalcade of taunts and cheers from the crowd crashing down on you.

"FAGGOTTRASHHOLESSLOBBITCHHIPPIESSLAGGASHHARLOTTRAMPPUSSY!"

You moan incoherently, not entirely in agony, hoping the crowd won't notice how aroused the **** is making you...

"Lookit that slut, she's fookin' leakin'!" Vinnie, "helpfully" points out your precum steadily drooling from your cage and the crowd erupts in fresh peals of laughter. You wish you could crawl in a deep dark hole and die.

And in a way, you do...the pain, humiliation, pleasure, and exultation all drive you deep down into the furthest pits of the sissy spiral. You can practically hear the last gasp of your minuscule amount masculinity as it is crushed under the weight of regret and shame and guilt. Even your proud sissy inner coos have gone quiet. You have failed as a man, failed as a sissy...maybe it's better to just be blank...an empty canvas for others to graffiti slurs on...an empty hole people can fill with their desire, their hate, their fire...an empty husk to let people fill up with filthiest, most forbidden fantasies. Better to be a a Bitch...

"Oh my gawd! She's bucking back! She's...spurting! What a stupid Bitch!"

It's official...Samantha has christened you as surely as if she broke a bottle of champagne across your bow. You do feel broken into countless jagged pieces. You also feel drunk, exploding in blissful bubbles too intense to be held back by your cage. By the time Brad fills you with his stud seed and pulls out of you, you feel entirely hollow save for the creamy cum already dripping out of your gaping asshole...

"I get the bitch next! I want to be able to feel her before you brutes wreck her for good!" You turn back to see Samantha lifting her skirt and pulling out her sissy shaft behind you. PTOOEY She greets you with a glob of spit in return. You leave it, like the good Bitch you are, and hope you can feel her too. If not, hopefully you'll feel the next one, and the next. Anything to fill the emptiness...

And whether one after another, or the eventual gangs of impatient studs, all the way until past sundown you are filled again and again, feeling emptier after each time, the escape of a searing sissygasm further and further between. By the time they are done there is barely enough left of you to crawl back home after licking yourself clean on the front lawn.

You finally drift off on the living room floor, knowing tomorrow will be even more devastating, even harder to feel full. You know every day will be a sissyphean struggle to escape your own emptiness...and you can't wait...