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It was 4am on a Monday morning when the bell tolled to share the news of the return of the troops. The watch would slam the bell at first notice of the returning troops, sending a cascade reaction of bells throughout the city. Each bell set off another bell, until the entire city of millions were awoken, or alerted, to the incoming members by the cacophony of sounds. Just moments after the first deep DONG sounded there were babies crying, dogs barking, and housemaids shouting. Somewhere in the city the doctors and nurses were readying themselves for the wounded, counting the medications and instruments, lining up by the beds just as they did each time.
She’d already been awake, she’d tossed and turned each night, reaching for the pad to catch the moment the dot would appear on screen as soon as the troops were in range. She’d seen the dot moments before the toll of the bells, but despite that she made it out of bed last. Instead she’d watched the names scroll down the screen, the steady update of the names of soldiers and their stats. Her wristband buzzed to get her into action, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
There was no one in the troops that she cared about. She didn’t have a family, especially no male relatives. She’d grown up like most women did, and prepared for this moment. The only family she had were the girls she’d grown up with, and the older girls and women who reared them. Her mother lived somewhere else in the city, she’d been taken off her breast at the age of one, just like all the girls, and then there had been everyone here. No one was mom here, they all just took turns, the women wept as they remembered their own babes that had been taken, and the children clung to each other.
She was XXzD3476, but everyone called her Deethree. Others, from the outside, used her government name, but here it didn’t matter if someone else shared her name out there. She was the only Deethree here, so she could keep it.
It was her bunkmate, XXzA7351, Aysev, who shook her out of her trance as she watched the names and faces rolling by, trying to catch the one. Trying to not be caught by surprise.
“Showers,” Aysev said, her tone flat. That’s how everyone here got when the troops returned. Aysev used to find humor in most things, but ever since she had been on scrub duty Aysev hadn’t been the same. No one on scrub came back fully themselves. Luckily, she’d never heard of a first time being a scrub. They were usually some sort of punishment, not routine.
Both of them hurried towards the showers, undressing and stepping through the corridor of steam, walking through the harsh stream of water that blasted debris and other forms of dirt off of their skin. They waddled forward, walking with their legs wide so their labias would get an equally good rinse down. Deethree didn’t enjoy them at all, the harsh blasts felt uncomfortable and sometimes painful if they hit the wrong spot.
She was always glad when it was over and they were dried off in what they called the vortex, where warm hair dried any remaining drop from their skin or hair. This time, though, she wouldn’t be heading left to the changing rooms into her ward uniforms, instead she was corralled left towards the changing rooms for on duties. She’d been trained through the process before, as they’d spent years preparing for this moment. Still, the nerves hit her like a punch to the gut as she watched rows of women, women she knew, wrap their bodies in robes made of paper, and line up against the wall outside the door on the opposite side of where they entered the room.
Screens lined the walls, still showing the city sigil as they awaited the troops entrance back into the city. As the wounded were sent to the hospital, the rest of the men were sent to places like these.
It seemed like it took forever for the screens to spark to life. Her body started to ache, her hips stiff from standing still, and she wanted nothing more than to shift her feet to relieve the painful pressure. Scrub duty stopped her. She would not end up on scrub the first time.
All screens looked roughly the same, lines of matches. On the screen in front of hers she saw her name, and the name of the man she was matched with.
XXzD3476 to Room 76:196 with Major Steve-88eXY.
Her wristband buzzed again, and tapped out the instructions on how she would find the room. They were simple, two rapid taps and it was left, two short and it was right. A long buzz meant to go up a floor, three taps meant to go down. Rapid taps meant you had arrived at your destination. She followed the taps down the corridor, turning when it told her to, and took the elevator when it told her to. It was only one elevator ride, but in this labyrinth of a building there could be several different elevators to take before you ended up in the right place.
The wristband tapped rapidly as she walked past a door that looked just like all the rest - white with a steel handle. Other women were standing by the doors close by, also having arrived at their destination, and she watched them as they opened their doors. She copied them, and opened the door.
When she closed the door behind her it blended into the wall, like it wasn’t even there. The door knob detracted into the wall to make it appear like part of the wall decor.
The room looked just like it had in the simulations and training. The light was dim, the walls were painted in a dusky hue of blue, and it looked like the lounges they’d seen in old videos from long ago times. Two lush deep blue couches that looked unbelievably comfortable, a large bed with a canopy above it and bedding so thick that if she hadn’t known better she would’ve thought it was another mattress. Soft music played from speakers.
She looked for the black mark on the tiled floor, and just as she had been told she stood so her toes touched the mark. And she waited again.
Sometimes they went drinking before, celebrating a win or drowning from a loss. Sometimes they just came here and got it over with, or they took them with them, partied together. You never knew what you’d get.
There was no clock, but the music did a well enough job of telling the time. It took 20 songs until the door opened - she felt desperate to move, just a little, so when the door opened she nearly cried from relief because it might mean she’d get to move from her position.
Though, the wasn’t opened as much as it was slammed open. Three men, and two other women, were behind the door. The men were still dirty, skin and clothes still bearing the marks of battle. Blood and dirt and she didn’t want to know what coated their entire bodies. The first man, she guessed Steve because he didn’t have a woman he was hauling along, gave her a quick once-over before a wicked grin spread across his face.
“Let the party begin!” he screamed, and the other two men responded with loud cheers. He looked as wide as he was tall, muscles nearly bursting out of his skin. His closely cropped hair was black, as black as his wide bulging eyes. There was nothing attractive about him - his lips were set in a thin sneer, and his large nose looked like it had been broken one too many times. He even had the top of his right ear missing.
She wasn’t a small girl, if she was then she wouldn’t have been picked for this. She was tall and slender, but there was no doubt that any son of hers would have the build of a proper warrior.
The men pulled the women along, now she could see it was Geesik and Effto. They were a couple of years older than her, and already had at least two babies each. They had already been stripped of their robes, and let themselves be hauled around wherever the men wanted them. On the couch, on top of the men’s laps.
Steve grabbed her robe and ripped it off her body while he took a deep swig from the bottle he held in his other hand.
“Dude, I think she’s a heifer!” Steve gasped, grabbing a tit in his hand and squeezed. “Nice.” He pinched a nipple and pulled her towards the couches by it. “Let’s make you a proper cow.” The men roared with laughter, and she was pulled down onto his lap just like Geesik and Effto.
He pulled himself out of his pants, rubbing his length against her lips just long enough to find her entrance, and shoved himself in. She squeaked, his thick length tearing her insides open. “Oops, forgot the lube!” he said with a laugh, sinking deeper into the couch and knocking her knees wider. “Oh the heifer is hurt!” he said when he saw the tears that had sprung in her eyes.
“I think it said she was new,” one of the other guys said, that one blonde with a hint of gray in his beard, slightly out of breath from Effto bouncing on his lap. Deethree remembered herself, and started to move herself up and down his length, trying to ignore the stinging as she bore down and his thicker base stretched her entrance.
“Fucking strangling me,” Steve said with a gasp, taking another swig of the bottle. “Tighter than that Reef whore I raped. That was so fucking amazing, her mother begged me to rape her instead. You know, I did… then I slit her throat and raped her daughter again. Fuuuck how she screamed.”
“You missed something at the greens,” the third man who hadn’t yet spoken said, he was younger and blonde, but eyes blacker than anything she had ever seen. “A group of them had tried to escape, and General Holds tied them by their necks to the poles there and we had a little impromptu party.” He bucked into Geesik, grabbing her neck as he flexed his hips into her. “Nothing like a little spoils of war.”
Steve pushed Deethree off of him then, down to the floor. He grabbed her hair and pulled her neck as far back as he could make it without snapping her neck, pushing into her from behind again, rutting into her at a pace that left her completely breathless, his other hand squeezing her neck until she saw stars and didn’t know if she would breathe again. Only when she felt her vision and hearing go, no longer hearing the slaps of skin against skin, did he let her go.
“One day they’ll all be ours,” Steve said, and once again squeezed her throat. “Did you get the enhancer?” He asked them, letting go of her throat to push her face down into the floor, placing his boot on her cheek as he rutted into her.
“Is a cow a hole?” one of the men responded, the tone of voice saying that it was obvious he had.
“Well this heifer has two virgin holes left,” he said. “So get fucking done with the cows and break this in.” The men positioned Geesik and Effto face down on the couch and pistoned into them as fast as they could, trying to cum inside of them as fast as possible so they could join Steve’s fun. A virgin hole was their favorite thing, something that had always been prized highly within the military. It was an honor to receive a heifer, and it was an honor to share a heifer.
Deethree was trying her best to breathe again after her windpipe had nearly been crushed, wheezing underneath the sole of Steve’s foot, smelling the dirt and decay that coated his sole and fell down on her face. Her pussy was burning from the stretch of his cock, each thrust a stab into her, and each thrust bearing down on her knees on the hard floor. When she felt the gush of cum against her cervix and seeping out of her pussy she had to tamp down the feeling of relief – she knew it was far from over. Despite her heart pounding in her ears she had heard them.
Enhancers ensured they could keep going for a long time without ever going soft. Most of the military used them.
Steve removed his foot from her face, his cock sliding out of her as he stood up. He nodded to one of his friends who grabbed Deethree by the hair at the nape of her neck and dragged her towards the couch. She did her best to get her feet under her, but they were too fast and strong. The other man grabbed her legs and straddled her over Steve where he sat on the couch, and with ease he entered her again.
A cock pressed against her anus, hard and insistent against the tight sphincter that did not want to grant entrance. The cock was slick with cum and fluids from Geesik orEffto’s pussy, lubricating it enough to help the cock slide in against the tight muscles.
A pair of hands circled her neck again, cutting off her air supply as she cried out in pain. She wanted to tell them to stop. She wanted to fight them off of her. But she couldn’t. Scrub would be worse than this. This was the better option. Her vision started to go, and she slumped against Steve’s body as the cock pushed further into her. It had to be in her bowels by now. It felt impossibly long and big, like there was no way it could go further.
Then it slammed into her, pushed past all resistance and so deep into her that she could taste blood on her tongue. Air flooded back into her lungs as the hands let go, but she screamed anyway.
The fullness of one cock inside of her didn’t compare to the feeling of two cocks. Didn’t compare to the feeling of her bowels being penetrated. Didn’t compare to the two cocks pumping in and out of her in a mismatched rhythm so she was so completely full no matter what.
She’d forgotten about the third man until a heavy fat cock slapped her across the face.
“Open your mouth.” She did as she was told, opening wide despite wanting to clench her jaw against the pain of her asshole. His thumb pressed against her lower teeth. “Wider.” She stretched her mouth as far wide as she could make it, and then she saw the size of the cock in front of her. No way that would fit? It couldn’t fit anywhere, right?
It was nearly as thick as the cans the rations came in.
Despite the girth being much too big he still shoved his cock into her mouth, her lips and jaw straining painfully to fit him in. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag. This close to him she could also smell him, and the smell of him was also enough to make her gag again. The full body reaction to gagging made the other two men groan in pleasure from the sensation. He did it again, his pace in her mouth irregular and impossible for her to predict at first, hitting the back of her throat and making her shudder and shiver, her stomach acid burning her throat. Then he held onto the back of her head as he fucked her mouth, doing his best to get the head of his massive cock into her tiny throat.
She felt Steve cum inside of her again, his cock twitching against her cervix and the warm flood of his cum filling her up. She prayed she’d get pregnant so she wouldn’t have to do this again for a while. Prayed that the cum didn’t all seep out and that he would knock her up.
After the man who fucked her mouth came, the cum coated the back of her throat and he made her swallow it before he removed his cock from her mouth, he lifted his cock off of his balls and thrust them in her face. It smelled awfully, worse than his sweaty unwashed cock had smelled.
“Suck,” he ordered her, thrusting his balls against her mouth. She complied, because she had to, sucking at the flesh and the surprisingly round ball inside the ballsack.
At this point the man fucking her ass had come too, and the lubrication of the cum made the slide of his cock inside of her much easier. Steve and him were both fucking her much more lazily now, not the same hurried fucking as before.
“Want to switch?” The man whose balls she were sucking asked, and the man whose cock was still in her ass agreed readily. He slid out of her slowly, and the emptiness he left behind felt strange. It was almost as if she could feel the wind in the room against the inside of her ass.
As the men walked around the couch she caught sight of Effto and Geesik sitting on the couch opposite theirs, both of them doing their best not to look at Deethree’s ordeal. Dethree respected that, and didn’t look at them either.
The man who’s cock had been in her ass before was surprisingly less girthy than the man who had fucked her mouth. It looked like a reasonable size in comparison, but she didn’t know really what was appropriate for a cock. But, when she saw this cock she knew her ass was in trouble, because if his cock had been tight and painful then she had no idea how that would feel in her ass now.
As he pushed into her with enough force to make Steve’s cock nearly slide out of her she saw stars. The pain of before was nothing compared to this. She couldn’t help the scream that left her at that.
“Shut her up,” Steve ordered. This time when the cock hit the back of her mouth she threw up for real. It wasn’t just the sweat and grime this time, it was also the smell of her own asshole on his cock, and because it was less girthy it could hit further back in her throat and right at her gag reflex.
The man took a step back, whining about how gross she was for puking, before pressing his cock against her closed mouth again. She opened her mouth reluctantly, wide again as she had been told before.
“Suck on it,” he said, tapping her cheek.
She wanted to pass out. But she closed her mouth around his cock and sucked, rubbing her tongue against the bottom of the cock as it fucked her mouth. He grabbed the hair at the side of her head and held onto it for purchase as he fucked her mouth as if it was her pussy.
She felt her body let go, relax into Steve’s body, and it made her ass hurt a little less as he fucked it like he was sprinting towards the finish line.
The cock in her mouth pushed against the back of her throat, insisting to go down her throat. She’d been taught about this, told to let this happen. She tried to remember what to do, tried to relax so he could get his cock down there like he wanted.
Her vision swam again. She couldn’t breathe… but maybe that was fine.
She came back into her body just seconds later, gasping for breath as the cock left her mouth for a few too short seconds, before he again fucked her throat.
It took forever for them to cum this time. Their stamina were much more than she could’ve expected from men who had just returned from war. But finally she felt him swell in her mouth and spurt down her throat, his cock softening just a little bit, and not long after both Steve and whoever was fucking her ass came too, both of their cocks sliding out easily as they softened.
The men sat down on the couches, and she slid down on the floor between Steve’s legs as she had been taught to do, and cleaned his cock with her mouth. Effto and Geesik were doing the same. As she licked his shaft and balls clean, noticing the same pungent sweat as on the other cocks, she tried to not listen to them talk.
“One of the girls there, she had three dicks in her ass at once. Never seen it stretch like that before. Should’ve heard her screams, it was… beautiful how they can do it. Her whole ass looked like it had fallen out afterwards, we could even take the F62 and fit it up there. Have you ever fucked a girl with an F62?”
“Try a C85,” Steve said, and the men murmured in amazement, his cock twitching in her mouth as she swiped her tongue under the foreskin. “Though, we had to make some modifications for that to be possible.” He made some sound effects that she couldn’t understand. “That girl she… she was beautiful and I don’t think I could rest easy at the end of my life if I don’t see a sight like it again.”
“Could find a scrub girl,” one said, the one with the huge cock, “one with enough strikes. Could probably get a sign off on it.”
“Ah, but that’s not the same,” Steve said, caressing her hair and pressing her face into his ballsack as she cleaned it, holding her there so tight she could barely breathe. “It’s the unexpected, when they’re so unaware of what’s going to happen to them. When you have their fathers watch a whole troop fuck his daughter until she’s ruined for life.” He grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth, lazily guiding her head up and down his length as she sucked his cock.
She stayed there for a few hours, waiting for the enhancement to leave his system and until his cock grew soft. She rested her cheek against his inner thigh as he talked, sometimes he fucked her mouth, and sometimes just letting his cock rest in her mouth. After his cock grew soft she cleaned him up again, and then they dressed and left the three girls alone in the room.
Effto and Geesik took pity on Deethree and helped her up. They even supported her weight as they walked back to their sleeping quarters. When she tried to walk on her own it was as if her legs couldn’t hold her weight anymore.
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XXbA4199 knew she was in trouble before she even saw her assignment. She’d had six assignments and was still hopelessly not pregnant. Last time they’d even given her an enhancement, one they never gave because it was too high of a risk for a pregnancy with more than three fetuses. It still didn’t work.
So when she stood in the changing rooms and saw that she had been assigned the barracks she wasn’t surprised. Did she contemplate suicide? Running away and hide? Change her identity? In the split seconds before the dorm leader entered the changing rooms she contemplated it all.
Barracks meant an escort. Because suicide was an option too many chose, despite how nearly impossible it was to take that way out.
Her assignments had been alright for the most part. They had been rough, and she had no hole that was virgin anymore, but there was nothing that could prepare her for this. The barracks. Scrub duty.
She wanted to ask her escort if they were sure, because a mix-up was possible. It could, technically, happen. But the taser and zip ties the escort had was enough of a deterrent. Showing up to the barracks zip-tied was a bad way to start off a day long shift at the barracks.
The elevator ride down took forever, her ears popping as they reached ground level. She didn't remember a single time she had been ground level, or if she had ever been this close to the surface before. It was the men’s sphere, and very few women would have cause to enter.
In the distance she could hear the distinct sounds of sex, some barrack had already been given their assigned girl for the day. Whoever got her there this early must’ve hated her, because she would end her shift at the same time as A4199 did.
They walked down a few blocks of barracks before entering the courtyard of barracks block 65C591. A fire pit was already going with a roast pig on a spit above it, and drinks were flowing. As soon as she entered the courtyard the men cheered, blood spatter still covering their faces from battle.
Some said it was worse when the battle had been lost. Some say it was worse when the battle had been won.
Her thin white paper robe was torn off her immediately, and the escort stood back at the edge of the barracks to look on. They wouldn’t make a noise until the shift was over.
“Scrub has arrived!” a man shouted, and men spilled out of the barracks and into the courtyard to get a look at their entertainment for the night. One scrub unit, or a barrack, was twenty-five men. And she was one girl.
“Oh fuck yeah, she’s younger,” one man exclaimed. Most who were sent to scrub were those who’d had too many children to have anymore, or lived long enough to make enough mistakes to qualify for scrub.
“Ahhh, a defective one!” another one shouted, and someone’s fingers were already in her cunt, spearing her open with fat calloused fingers. Someone else’s hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples and stretching them out to cones, and someone else’s mouth closed over her left nipple and sucked on it hard enough for it to hurt.
She was already swarmed by hot bodies tugging her this way and that. Some grabbed her legs and hoisted her up, spreading her legs wide enough that someone could slide into her pussy without any problems. They brought her down to the ground, the body of the person who was jackhammering into her pussy beneath hers, and someone else spread her ass cheeks apart, spitting on her puckered anus as if that would be enough lube, and pushed inside of her with enough force that her sphincter didn’t even have the time to start putting up a fight.
Someone was biting in her nipple, tugging it as a cock pressed against her mouth. Their paces were fast and hard and bruising. A pair of hands were grabbing the flesh of her ass, nails biting into the skin, the man fucking her mouth was fucking it like it was a pussy, pushing her head up and down the cock as he bucked into her, his balls slapping against her chin and his cock sliding in and out of her throat. It seemed like breathing was optional for a moment.
She found herself gasping and groaning for breath every time she could, spit and cum dribbling from her mouth, her ass and cunt the moment the hole wasn’t filled.
One after the other they traded places, fucking her until they’d grown tired of fucking her for a while. She had no idea how much time had passed, and she looked longingly over at the escort who was looking at her with disgust painted on their face. Not yet over, despite it feeling like hours had passed.
Someone dragged her towards the fire pit, the dirt of the ground sticking to the sweat and cum that coated her body, and left her next to the feet of some men who were carving off pieces of the roasted pig. Fingers pushed inside her pussy, first two, then they added another one, and another one.
“I think I can fit my hand up here,” the man said with a drunken laugh, and ignored her moans of pain as he filled her pussy with his fist, fucking his hand in and out of her.
“Here, see if this fits.” An object was thrown in her direction, and it landed with a thud next to her hip. The hand was removed from inside of her cunt, and she looked down her body to see what the object was. A baton. One of those metallic things the guards would slam against the walls to get order back. She’s once seen one slam against a woman’s knee. The sound of the bones of that knee shattering was one she’d never forget, nor the scream of indescribable pain that followed.
The silver metal was cold against her pussy, and hard and unyielding as it easily found her entrance after hours of fucking and a hand up was now gaping open. It was bigger than the cocks, bigger than the man’s hand, and she felt stomach acid burn her throat at the stinging pain of her pussy being stretched open.
By the time the baton was fully seethed inside of her, the wide tip flush against her cervix, it was thankfully warmed by her body enough to not send shivers up and down her body. Around her she could hear the humored banter of the men, the ribbing and comments about how she looked as she was speared on a weapon they used daily.
“Try the ass,” she heard someone say, and for a moment she considered abandoning all she had ever known, abandoning all of her survival instincts, and crawl away from this place. But she was too weak anyway, so when her knees were pushed against her chest she could only moan a protest no one could hear or interpet.
Her already gaping and bruised ass still protested against the wide tip of the baton, and as she huffed and whined the men around started to get more and more excited as the baton slipped further inside of her and she writhed to try to relieve the pain.
Then the baton stopped its advancement. Someone wrapped the base of the bat to keep it from sliding in even further. Her legs were held apart as the men looked at what they had accomplished with the two bats. Her stomach bulged out from the pressure of the two batons inside of her, and she swore the baton was inside her uterus despite knowing better. When someone moved the baton inside her pussy she cried out, which made them do it again and again until she was sobbing from pain.
Spurred on by this, whoever had been moving the batons pressed the boot of his shoe against her clit, grinding is against the pubic bone hard. For a moment her vision went black, the pain too intense for her to even scream. She welcomed the blackness. Hoped that it would stay. But not even a second later she crashed back into her body as the pressure against her clit let off.
She noticed six men surrounding as she came to, the man between her legs remained there, and pinched her clit with his fingers as another man pinched her nipples has hard as he could. Then they twisted her clit and nipple, once again making her scream. Her throat felt more sore than it ever had, the scream scratching her vocal cords dry. The other men pinched her too. They pinched the flesh of her thighs, her stomach, her arms, and face. Bruises bloomed over her body as they pinched her up and down, reaching for the sensitive flesh of her underarms and the inside of her thighs.
As they worked her body up and down her head was tilted back and a cock shoved inside of her mouth, and from this position they easily fucked her throat, his balls slapping against her face with each thrust, not giving her any opportunity to take a breath. As her vision started to blur and fade to black she desperately tried to shove the hips off of her face. She barely registered the pinching now, but someone grabbed her hand and bit the flesh of skin between her thumb and index finger hard enough to draw blood.
Just as she felt the world start to fade the man who was face-fucking her withdrew, and as the oxygen ripped through her body someone hit her clit with a riding crop and she screamed louder than she ever had before in her life.
“Now that’s a good one,” someone murmured in the crowd.
They removed the baton from her pussy and ass, and once again started the round of fucking her in all holes they could reach. This time she cried, tears leaking from her eyes and she couldn’t stop it no matter what she tried. Her head was pounding from dehydration, yet her eyes found moisture to leak. It seemed to spur them on, those tears. It was their victory, they had conquered one more thing.
As they fucked all holes they could find, someone proudly even fingering her urethra, the other men continued to slap and pinch her body, twisting and pulling at her nipples until she was sure they were about to fall off. One of the men took a liking to slapping her face. He’d grabb her head and skull fuck her, then take a brief break to slap her across her face as hard as he could. Both cheeks, for equality he said, and then jerk her face up and down his cock as fast and deep as he could possibly go.
There couldn’t have been a single part of her body that wasn’t bruised and used. She was sure of it. She knew now why the women didn’t come back whole after scrub. The infertile ones especially. The ones like her.
After the second wave of fucking was over, the men’s dicks limp as they didn’t get the enhancers the more higher ranking personnel got, she was left sprawled on the ground. This time no one bothered her for a while, and she was thankful. The escort was casually smoking a cigarette, not looking at the scene anymore.
It wasn’t over yet.
“Girl,” a man shouted at her, one of the eldest men of the group. She looked over at him, craning her neck to see him. “If you can fit this up your fanny,” he held up a can of beans, “all by yourself, then we’ll let you be. If you can’t… I have twenty five men who need a toilet to piss in.” She looked at the can. It was massive, probably too big to realistically fit inside anyone, but it already felt like she was gaping that wide anyway.
She nodded to agree to the challenge, to get it over with. Too weak to stand she dragged herself by her arms towards the man, and took the can from him. It looked even bigger in her own hands.
She pushed herself up to her knees, her muscles quivering and protesting against her own weight, and straddled the can. The men roared in laughter.
“Just need the tip inside,” the older man assured her, as if it was a gracious offer, and she nodded and steeled herself. She grabbed the can and pressed it against her opening. It must’ve been the size of a baby’s head, at least. She tried to spread her labia open further, and though the side of the can slid inside, the other side remained stubbornly outside of her. She pushed and grabbed at herself, but she couldn’t. The laughter just grew louder and louder at her pathetic attempts to fuck a can of beans.
“Ten seconds,” the man said again, and she cried out in frustration, humping the can in a last ditch effort to get it in. It didn’t work. The man took the can from her, tutting in disappointment. He picked up another can of food, a bit smaller than the one she’d been trying and failing to get inside of her. He bent her over the chair he’d been sitting on, kicked her legs apart and worked the can inside of her, telling her she needed to warm up their food with her pussy. He twisted and pushed it, and her pussy stretched and burned to fit inside of her as she panted and cried even more tears she wasn’t sure how she managed to produce. It was nearly an impossible fit, but he managed to push half the can inside of her before he stopped and regarded his handy work.
“Kind of looks like when a baby is being born, the skin here,” he commented to the men, touching her stretched perineum that was close to splitting from the tension and stretch. “Sit,” he ordered her, and she gingerly moved back to sit on her knees, the can pressing against the ground and ever so slightly slotting further inside of her. She panted and gasped to get her mind away from the pain, but it was too much. The stretch burned like nothing she had felt before. It was worse than the pinching, worse than her clit being stomped and hit.
“Open your mouth, we need a toilet,” he finally said, standing up and aiming his cock down at her mouth. She opened her mouth wide just in time to catch the first splatters of pee against her tongue. It filled up her mouth fast, and she did her best to swallow as much of it down as she was told to drink it.
One after another the men emptied their bladder into her mouth as she crouched on the ground trying not to lean back against the can in her pussy. She cleaned up each cock after they’d peed, licking their shaft clean of piss and cum and her own ass and pussy juices.
Then, when they all had emptied their bladders someone finally removed the can from her pussy.
“Shift is over,” the escort said as they had opened the can of beans and were portioning out them in bowls.