Well rested

Tracy makes her way into the dining room, still nude and covered in the degrading words that her past users had kindly covered her in. She clearly hasn't showered because her hair looks like a mess and the words are still as clear as they were when you put her in bed. You're finally seeing her front properly and you can notice a slight bulge in her lower belly as if she were a few months pregnant. She stretches her arms wide, pushing her breasts out, and gives a big yawn as she enters the room, before lowering herself to her hands and knees and crawling over to you.

"Hi sir." She purrs.

"Hello slut. You look well rested."

"I am. Those guys didn't let me get a wink of proper sleep, that was the first time I've actually slept in like, 36 hours, not including all the times I passed out."

"You must be feeling much better then. I see Adrian and his friends did end up using my gift." As you say this you carress her skin, running your hands over all those humiliating words that they covered her body in.

"Yes sir. I think it must've been early this morning when they started writing all over my body with these demeaning comments."

"And do you like your new appearance slut?"

"Yes sir, all these cruel things that they've written all over my body make me feel so dirty. They remind me of the filthy slut that I am."

"I'm glad to hear it. I was thinking maybe we should get you some tattoos, just as a permanent reminder of what you are."

Tracy bites her lip at the thought of being permanently branded as a dirty slut, just the thought of such a thing is turning her on immensely.

"Yes sir, I'd like that very much. And maybe we could get some matching ones on the whore, I mean Mia."

"That sounds amazing."

As you say this, Tracy's gut makes a loud grumbling sound and the two of you look down at her apparent bulge.

"You must be hungry, did they feed you at all."

"Only cum sir."

"They must have given you a lot to make you look so... bloated?" Tracy giggles whilst looking down from your eyes to her belly.

"Not exactly sir. I definitely swallowed a lot of cum, but at some point, today I'm guessing, one of the guys had an idea. They laid me down on my stomach on a table they had been using for beer pong. Then the guy who came up with the idea got the funnel from a beer bong and stuck it in my ass. For hours, they fucked me on that table, but every time they were about to cum, they would go to the funnel and fill up my ass with their cum. The guy who came up with the idea said I had already had enough cum and I should save some for later."

"My god, so that's all cum in there?"

"Almost all of it, some of the guys also decided to piss in the funnel too. Also, right at the end when they decided I was filled enough, one guy poured his beer into the funnel. Then he pulled the funnel out and stuck the empty bottle into my ass to keep it all in there, like some sort of butt plug. My mouth was filled with cock the whole time so I couldn't protest, not that I would have anyway."

"Wait, and the tallies on your ass, is that..."

"Yeah, they used your markers to count how many loads of cum they poured into my ass."

"My god, turn around and let me see it."

Tracy turns around on her knees and then leans forward into a sort of doggystyle position so her ass is pointed up into the air. You can see the bottle protruding out of her ass, but on top of this is the multitude of black lines counting how many loads of cum have been funneled into your girlfriend's ass. Both her ass cheeks are covered in the tally marks. There's so many you're not sure it's worth the effort counting, but your best guess would put it well above one hundred.

You stare at the slut, thinking over her story and how hot it all was in silence for a moment. However, your silent thought is interrupted by Tracy's stomach grumbling once again.

"Well would you like some dinner slut?"

"Yes please sir, I'm starving."

"Alright, let me just go grab something."

You leave Tracy kneeling next to your chair at the table and head out to grab a surprise for her.