Erotica Anthology #13

#78

Wheels of Time 2

[ Nynaeve and Min ]It doesn’t take long for both ladies to fall pregnant. Nynaeve’s stomach is bulging very prominently from beneath her two fat breasts. Min is in a very similar situation, though her pregnancy is not as progressive as the other woman.

Every since day one, they have been continuously used nonstop, rammed around from one Darkhound c**k to another c**k Darkhound until these ladies lost count on how many vile monsters have defiled their v*****s.

Sometime, the ladies even forget their own names. That’s how hard and how much the Darkhounds are affecting their minds. They are being f****d to the point of oblivion.

When a c**k retrieves from one of their used up cunt, it leaves a very gaping mark. The woman’s cunt is hammered so much in such a brutal way that it leaves the hole gaping for all to see, revealing the pink internal walls for anyone who cares. A disgusting coat of c*m always companied the look. And it is not long before another new c**k comes along, filling in the filthy hole with its sperm.

Cum often floods out of their channel whenever a Darkhound is done with one of them. These dark creatures fill them up until their wombs are flooded with vile hot semen, so much to the point that the liquid flow back out of their gaping holes.

Nynaeve tries to detach herself from her pitiful condition, but then the beasts will take notice and takes a bite out of her neck or shoulder, the pain dragging her back kicking and screaming to the harsh reality. Then they’ll continue to use her, sometimes even in groups.

Min has given up when one of them knocks her up. She can’t believe that this is happening, but one of the hounds finally get her pregnant. She doesn’t think that crossbreeding can exist, but the taut bundle in her gut says otherwise. It disgusts her more than anything in the world, to know that a part of them is growing inside her, taking away her life energy and making it its own. She hates this. She hates her life. She even tries to end its life once, but the Darkhounds immediately catch wind on that and stop her before she can harm herself or the baby… Baby— no, it’s not. She can’t even call it that. Whatever is inside her womb is not a baby. It’s a monster. A monster’s child who comes from another monster. And it’s going to grow up just like them. Just the mere thought of it sends a cold shiver down Min’s spine.

The Darkhounds keep guarding her at every inch of her painful life now. Two Darkhounds are always there by her side, ready to stop her the moment she tries to do anything they don’t like. They do this while the other hounds keep coming to rape her. Even while being pregnant, the ladies get no break. They are to be used at every inch of their life, in every way possible. If it is not to breed them, then the women are used to help release pleasure for these beasts.

When c*m gushes into their cunts now, it is to down the embryo centered around their wombs, soaking the Darkhounds’ children with other hounds’ c*m. So many of them f**k these ladies that none can really tell who have sired the children. The Darkhounds attack in packs. Nynaeve and Min spend day and night getting raped so many times that they can’t even tell how much time has passed.

Nynaeve and Min both get impregnated about the same time. Both ladies are just as fertile as the other. There’s only one possible reason why Nynaeve’s stomach bloats much larger and faster than Min’s —it’s probably because she’s carrying more than just one child. The thought crosses the mind of whoever it is concerned, though it is doubtful that any of the women can think much when getting raped repeated becomes a daily expectancy. They are much too preoccupied for that, unfortunately.

The holes in their ass can rival the holes on their cunts. Both ladies have been stretched so much to the point that their internal muscles can no longer work properly anymore. Their mouths are never free from being stuffed with a large c**k, and these hounds do not hesitate in using their teeth to nip at their breasts, ass, or other body parts as they see fit.

The ladies are being f****d until they are pregnant and helpless. When they reach a certain point, their stomach becomes to heavy, and their limbs become weak, all thanks to being f****d non-stop ever since they day they are condemned to this life.

The hounds are merciless when they f**k. Their two holes are gaping so much to the point that the women can’t even close their legs even when they want to. The holes these Darkhounds have reformed are forcing the women’s body to adjust drastically. At first, there was only pain, but now, the muscles around their labia and anus have been daily reconstructed to a more permanent fixture that the only possible way to relax is to let their cunt and asshole stay spread wide open. This means their labia majora is now open in a ring shape, the flesh of their labia minora tugged until some of the inner skin spills out for the cold air to torture. This allows their prepuce and c******s to remain exposed for any beast tongue to flick at, as well as their external urethral orifice to tease without mercy. The internal cavern of their cunts don’t stop being forced to stay open until there. There’s also the frenulum of their labia majora, which is now an easy access for any c**k to pass, right into their greater vestibular glans, which immediately direct toward their vaginal orifice. Their inner tunnels are so pink that it’s not even hard to take a peek and see what is going on inside. Deep at the end of their outstretched tunnels are their cervix, the opening to their uterus so temptingly put on display. If one monstrous eye can look hard enough, he might even see the growing life hidden deep inside the tunnels.

The same thing goes for the anus. The used to be tight, tiny rosebud puckers are now a dark cave with a wide entrance. The giant holes are fighting for space from these ladies’ smaller body, but that doesn’t mean that these ladies’ assholes are any smaller than their reformed v*****s. Immediately, what is going inside the dark tunnels can be seen even from far outside, the passage to the rectum fully exposed until one can easily tell when one of them is about to expel something out even before it happens.

The ladies are no longer in control of their bodies. The Darkhounds are. The beasts continue to bless their wombs with their c*m, even going as far as to make them drink their semen when they are done with these women. The drink is not just for the sake to humiliate them, but to feed the growing fetus inside their wombs as well. After all, the children need something to eat if these hounds want them to grow big and fast.

Nynaeve thinks she’s gonna die when it’s finally time for her to give birth. She has seen how Min bods when it is time for her child to come out. The other woman is sweating and screaming like crazy, her body convulsing while the hounds watch without care, forcing her to struggle on her own. Nynaeve tries to volunteer to help Min, but the hounds stop her. When the baby pops out of Min’s cunt, plenty of fluid accompanies the slide. Thankfully, there’s not much blood, and most of it comes from when her water broke. The moment the child touches ground, a hound clamps his teeth in between the child’s leg and carry her away without another word. Min, still tired and breathless from labor, stays lying helplessly on the ground. The woman can’t think, can’t speak, can’t even form a coherent thought. Before long, a group of hounds surround her, already eager to stuff their hard c***s inside her, already eager to impregnate her just as soon.

Then it is time for Nynaeve to finally give birth, and soon enough she finds herself kicking and screaming from the pain. Her water breaks and soon enough she has her own ground of hounds surrounding her, waiting for the children to come out. It feels as if the child is choking her cunt when she tries to push it out. It hurts, but it also feels good for some reason, and the woman can’t keep herself from moaning in pleasure. Perhaps it is because she has been so used to being stuffed with many huge things at once now. Perhaps this is also the reason why her friend is screaming so loud when she gave birth. The pleasure of having something so big slide out of her cunt is… unexplainable.

One child comes out. Then another. Two hounds take the children before Nynaeve can even lift her head off the ground that has been her bed this entire time, but she does manage to catch a few glimpses. The children are both female, and mostly human-looking. They have massive dark curls on their heads already. Nynaeve has no idea what the hounds plan to do with these children, and she’s too afraid to find out.

[ Aviendha ]Aviendha never thought that her life would have such a twisted turn of fate. Not only has she been raped repeatedly by the Trolloc and Myrddraal army, but they just have to further her humiliation by being given to their rides as breeding tool. The horses are just as corrupted as their masters are, and it doesn’t take long for their giant c***s to ruin her holes and make her pregnant.

Their d***s are as big as her tigh when they are erect. Aviendha spends her time being forced to be accustomed to their size, girth and length whenever the desire strikes these damn horses. At first she fights, not wanting to be humiliated even further. But just like their masters, the horses can overpower her easily. Moreover, they are fast runners. Even when Aviendha manages to slip past them and try to run away, these dark monstrous horses can catch up to her in no time. And before long, she’ll be punished with a series of rigorous f**k.

With the stamina the male horses have on, it doesn’t take long before Aviendha’s stomach grows fat, pregnant. But even as she is with child, the four legged creatures keep raping her nonstop, making damage at her p***y and asshole. They use her up so bad that both of her holes before permanently fixed into two huge gaping holes that look more like tunnels that can allow anyone to see what is going on inside her internal walls. It’s so embarrassing, and Aviendha does whatever she can to stop them. But all is at lost. They are just too powerful, too many for her to fight off. In the end, they f**k her hard until the presence of the two holes become inevitable, and her two legs can no longer work as they are supposed to be. The giant holes are making it impossible for her to close her legs, or even use then for walking, because the holes are taking up so much space at the lower half of her body that some parts are moved away from where they were used to be. As a result, even the simple task of walking becomes impossible. Aviendha has to crawl. Crawl!

As the daily rape continues, her stomach bloats up bigger and bigger, until it is time for her to give birth. What comes out of her channel is not human though. Not really. The baby might look like a human for a glance, but upon closer look, Aviendha knows better. The young thing is female, with pointy ears at the top of her head and a sliver of tail just above her ass. The appearance takes Aviendha back a little bit, though she really should know better. The only thing the warrior female can really thank about is how much the horses have ruined her vaginal passage, to the point that giving birth doesn’t hurt her even for the slightest bit.

The horror doesn’t stop there, though. No, being forced to give birth to a half human half mare baby is just the tip of the iceberg. Not even when Aviendha finds out that she is being knocked up for the second time. Things actually get real when her firstborn grows rapidly fast and turns into an adult. The girl looks just like a younger replica of herself. And it doesn’t take long before the other horses start to turn their attention to the young girl. She has the body of a mature woman, despite only being a few months old. She is ripe enough for the taking, and even Aviendha knows this just from looking. The girl still has no idea about the wrong and right of the world, still clueless about what kind of true horror that she’s about to be put through. But maybe not knowing is not so bad after all?

Before Aviendha can warn her firstborn, a group of horses sprint toward the girl, as if they are in a race, or a hunt for the new ripe p***y. The first and fastest male horse knocks the girl to the ground, before ramming his eighteen inch pole right into the poor girl’s defenseless cunt. The “child” inherites Aviendha’s features —long red locks and tan complexion— and her tan ass is arched so way up that it doesn’t take much for the horse to ravish her virgin cunt. The proof of her first time spurts out, wrapped around the thickness of the horse’s c**k in a nice coating, mixed with his own pre-c*m. The girl moans in pain, but she still looks as clueless and helpless as can be expected from any child. Though soon enough, her moans of pain turns to pleasure, her grown up body succumbed to the pressure of adultery. The male horse can be the child’s sire, for all Aviendha knows. She’s innocent and still so young. Aviendha is not this heartless yet. She can’t bare the thought of this girl being rape like her like this. Yet no matter how hard Aviendha struggles, none of the horse are allowing her to rescue the girl. The child’s innocence is torn out from her just like that, without the girl even really comprehending what’s going on.

The male horse is vigorous. He pumps himself into the girl again and again until he finally makes her c*m. The clenching of walls around him milks the release right out of him, and soon enough the male horse spurts buckets of sperm right into the ripe p***y of the “child”. The girl yelps in surprise by the shot of hot white semen inside her womb. She has no clue what this all means, only knowing the fact that it pains her at first, before she finally grows to like to sensation. It feels good having something so big rubbing deep inside her. Just as soon as the first beast climbs off of her, cold air blowing into her newly torn gaping hole. She doesn’t have to wait for long though, as the second horse climbs on top of her and f***s her raw, cunt still filled with traces of robed virginity. The pleasure continues, and she starts moaning, the sound getting louder that ever before.

And now that Aviendha’s firstborn finally gets a taste of what it feels like to be a woman, it doesn’t seem like she can get enough of it. Two more horses come toward her. One of the two thrusts himself into her mouth, while another begins clapping his muzzle around one of her t**s. It feels warm and good, so she lets the horse explores her. Though it is fairly certain that they are way more interested to explore the walls of her p***y. Before long, half of the herd is spread to center around the new cunt. Male horses surround her, lining up, eager to bury their long d***s inside the fresh cunt. Her p***y is not as outstretched as Aviendha’s yet, but given time, she’ll grow up to be just like her mother in every way possible.

Before long, months past and Aviendha gives birth again. The woman loses count when the gives birth to her fifteenth daughter. All her children grow so fast, even when they are still in her stomach. They all grow so fast that even Aviendha’s own daughters also have children, making the woman a grandmother already. Wait, or it is a great-grandmother? It’s hard to keep track of the family tree, especially when the girls are being bred like crazy twenty four seven.

Aviendha is losing grasp on reality. She has long accept her fate as a horse breeder now. Her stomach is never far from being bloated with yet another child. She’s so loose that three huge horse c***s can f**k her at the same time. So many male horses have her that her body is drown with c*m, a warm splash coming to cover up the ones that have grown cold and get stick to her skin. Sometimes the horses will f**k her standing (them standing, nor her) and it allows more c***s to fit inside her very used cunt. Honestly, she’s so loose that the walls of her fat p***y hangs from in between her legs, just lazy and waiting for another c**k to warm her up. Any form of tightness that she had left when she first given birth is now completely gone. She’s all soft and supple now, her core pushed so wide open that it only takes one buckle of a male hip to find her womb.

[ Faile ]No amount of humiliation can ever reduce Faile’s spirit to fight. She’s too proud of a warrior to give in. Maybe this is also why the cruel generals are so eager to push her over the edge, testing her new boundaries again and again until they accidentally go too far and get her killed in the process. The Trollocs are barbaric.

Even when Faile is already so drain from being f****d one too many times, it doesn’t stop them from taking pleasure from her body. They take her for so many times, her cunt becomes even looser than ever, and it only drives them wilder than they already are. The Trollocs are so crazy about her plump, soft body that the huge, high ranking generals end up fight to get a taste of her. It feels so good to have something so lax yet warm wrapped around their c***s. Being buried inside her feels as if their c***s are being overstimulated inside her. It feels so great that the generals find themselves fighting over her delicious body almost daily. The fight becomes so bad, so brutal that they accidentally tears one of her legs right off her, right when one of the generals is in the middle of f*****g her cunt.

At first, everyone grows still. The only sound that comes out is Faile’s high pitch screaming, followed by the sound of blood gushing out of control. But one of the generals see this as a new opportunity to do something different with the slave. Using his magic power, he chants something into the wound, and the fountain of blood immediately stop gushing out crimson. The pain is suddenly gone, and Faile stops dead, shocked by what just happened. She can’t feel her left leg anymore, but at least the rapturing pain stops. The former Queen turns her head, only to find the same goat Trolloc who has just saved her life hovering near her lower half, before thrusting his already throbbing c**k right into the back channel of her digestive system, where another Trolloc, a boar type, already occupies her behind. With the hindrance of her leg now gone, he ends up f*****g her in the ass from the side like a madman, two d***s moving like machines against the walls of her rectum, tearing the tight ring hole of her anus even more. And while the two Trollocs are busy enjoying his access to her ass, a bull Trolloc steps up and takes Faile’s detached leg. The limp is bloody and covered in grim, but he must see something that others don’t, because the next thing they know, he bends her limp leg in two by the knee and starts thrusting his c**k up and down the curve of her ligament.

Witnessing what has just transpired, the other generals start fighting again, but this time with the purpose of get a piece of her (literally). The generals fight so rough that they end up breaking her three remaining limps off their sockets, earning another genuine blood-curling from Faile’s sore throat. Before long, Faile’s remaining limbs also end up just like her recently departed left leg, torn out from her body. They heal her quickly with their corrupted dark magic, of course. That stops the bleeding. And soon enough the other Trollocs finally get the piece of meat they have been looking for, using her ripped off limbs to sedate their s****l appetite. They bend the knees or elbows so that there’s a tight place in between supple flesh that they can relieve themselves against. 

Three high generals are still hogging at her cunt and ass, but while others keep trying to find more body parts for extra usage. Some are f*****g her legs. Some find the curvature of her knees to thrust their c***s into, while others use her elbows in similar fashion (her ligaments are still so tight to be passed over). Using her limbs are easy. They can easily reposition the parts in however way they like, without bumping into other generals. And once a Trolloc is satisfied with its use, they throw away or abandoned the limbs, just so that others who haven’t get the chance to climax yet can reuse them. The circle goes on.

While some are busy with her four torn out limbs, most are still busy with her body. Someone is thrusting into her torso, right in between her breasts, finding easier access now that there are no arms that can block him off his clear path, the c**k and breasts coated with dried blood mixed with fresh warm c*m along the way. d***s stab into her forced open lips, many times gagging her until she can’t breathe and she chokes in their c*m and her saliva.

Getting her head is also considered to be a privilege, especially when they can angle her in any way they please, forcing her to take in as much length as possible. Fat girths are forcing her throat to part wide, and Faile almost forgets the last time her jaw is not so sore from being parted for an extended amount of time.

They have done something to her. That must be the only explanation. Or else, how can she still stay alive? She can’t even feel any pain from when they pull her apart anymore. Faile has no idea what exactly they are doing, because her mind is currently too occupied to the sight of monsters bucking their hips against her detached limbs. The image is so disturbing that she can’t even look away even when she wants to, a tiger Trolloc already have his claw sinked into the back of her skull, preventing her from turning her head. Her head is only one of the little body part that is still attached to her that she can move. With no limbs to help balance her body, her holes are free reign for any d**k to penetrate (not that she can move much when the began raping her before this whole fiasco started).

[ Tuon ]After being defiled for the first time, Tuon is then stripped naked of her remaining dignity and stuffed inside a cube box. There are three holes in the box that allows light to come in. Too bad, the rapists make sure that they put her body so strategically inside the box so that her lips are stucked at the ring gag attached to one hole, while her back ends fit exactly to the other two holes behind her. Similar rings are attached to her cunt and anus, so that her holes stay open and stuck in place even when they close the box with her inside. Tuon can’t stop herself from panicking in fear, but there’s just no fighting these men.

She can’t believe that these corrupted men dare to betray humanity, their own kind, to the dark, though. Not only have they molested her and Elaine, the respected ladies of the high court, but they don’t even show any shame in the crimes they commit. In fact, these men seem to enjoy raping the ladies way too much.

Tuon still can’t believe how many times she has been touched by these filthy Shadow Followers. So many men have f****d her to the point that her p***y can’t stop quivering, her body and mind trembling from the embedded memories of each and every prick that has entered her. She’s haunted by the lingering feeling of their disgusting c***s buried deep inside her. They force her to take every single one of them, from the ass, cunt and mouth, and systematically in that order. They use her up so much until she can’t escape from the taste of the abhorrent odor of their semen, mixed with her own scent.

The box is built to keep her stay in the same uncomfortable pose. She can’t move even if she wants to (they’ve made sure to lock her up in place real good). Her ass is permanently forced to arch up, exposing the lips of her p***y so wide, the cold metal of the v****a ring is tugging at her labia so wide, she can feel air gushing at placed she never even know exist.

With her three holes gaping in such an hypersensitive manner, it doesn’t take much for c***s to get accustomed taking places at her. She can’t tell who are using her because the box is so dark that she can’t even see herself, but the c***s are almost smelly, fat and hairy.

They don’t bring her food, so the only substance she can get is from this whole miserable ordeal. Tuon hates what they have done to her, bringing her down from one respected, richest, most well-treated royalty, down to a low life filthy little free-reigned slum slut like this. She doesn’t even want to be a w***e. They are the one who are making her their personal slave. She’s nothing more than their c*m bucket to use, a w***e stuck inside a box that won’t even allow her to be seen. They see nothing more in her than holes they can use as they see fit. It frustrates her so much to the point that she wants to cry, but her eyes have been way too dry from already crying so much at every assault she is forced to take. 

“Take that, you filthy b***h!”

“You’re nothing but a hole! A hole w***e!”

“Yes! That’s it. Take me deep. I want to feel the back of your throat. Oh, yeah... that’s it. Feel my fat c**k throbbing hard for you. You like that?”

“Oh s**t, this p***y hole is so used that I can feel her walls drenched in c*m from the many men before. You’re such a slut, aren’t you? So hungry for c*m. Just how many men have to take inside this filthy p***y? Your hole is so loose that I bet I can fit my fist in addition to my c**k. Oh wait, I think I can even fit both of my fists!”

“Nice taut ass,” someone slaps her hard from behind, leaving an angry red palm mark on her chocolate dark skin. The curve of her ass is the only things that they allow to bring out. Outside the confine of the box, her ass withstands all challenges, including pre-c*m soaked d**k rubbing, slaps and bites, as well as the cold and brash climates of wind and rain.

Someone jabs deep into her ass, making her struggling under restraint as the huge prick tests the limit of her back passage. Her ass has never been used before the rape, so it’s the only thing in her that still has remnants of tightness. She finds that the men favors her tightness so much, but only so that they can have a chance to destroy her ass. They want to corrupt, use and rob her off every single thing she has, and reduce her down to a complete nothing.

And just to humiliate her even further, three men decide to fist her at three different holes at the same time, just to prove to her that she’s nothing more than a tool.

“What’s this? Clenching your throat around me so hard? Do you like getting stuffed by my huge fist so much? You’re screaming so hard that I can feel the vibration against the hand.” He unfurls his fist a little and pokes at her uvula, just to prove a point.

“Let’s clap hands from inside her, brother. I want to see how it goes,” someone says from behind her, before twisting his palm inside her v****a, yanking at her uterus in the process.

“My, so much flesh. So soft. Ah, there we go. We’re shaking hands through her ass and p***y. Nicely done, brother. Let’s see how well she can take us.” Then they start rummaging at her internal walls, making Tuon scream even higher. They touch every single nick and crony that they can find, playing her with sensitive tunnels of her passages as if they are nothing but mere playtoy for these men. Then they accidentally poke at a wrong hole, and something bursts out in return.

“You’re cumming from this? I knew it! You like being treated by trash after all. I mean, look at you! You’re so loose that you can even take both of our arms inside you. Can you feel my muscles stretching out your muscle ring? It’s not even as tight as you might think anymore. You’re so loose that your p***y lips just sag around your opening. I mean, look at how much excess skin you have.” The man pulls at her worn out labia to emphasize, forcing another tear to roll down her stained cheeks.

The men laugh and finish her up. And when they are done, more men come to take their place. This circle goes on and on until Tuon loses count at how many times she has been defiled. Her mind just can’t keep up anymore. It’s too heartbreaking. She wants to forget. She wants to detach herself from this cruel reality, even when the c***s keep slapping her mind back into her body.

Eventually, so many men climaxes at the glory holes a flood of c*m occurs, the creamy white semen doesn’t just flow right back out the holes, but also spill into the inside of the box. At first, it’s just a small amount, but the liquid piles up overtime. It gets so bad that when Tuon tries to move, she realizes that the semen level has reached up to her knees. The liquid piles up so much that it even allows her body to float slightly above the box floor ever so often. It’s like a blessing in a curse, because when she floats, she can’t feel her body much, giving her some sort of a secret escape route from being reminded of her reality.

But things can’t go on without a problem. The box is built to close up properly, which means liquid can’t flow out. If this goes on, the woman is going to be drown in it in no time.

When the semen level reaches all the way up to her breasts (to the point that it makes them float), Tuon begins to panic. At this rate, she’s gonna be drown in c*m if something is not done. She tries to scream for help, but as usual, nobody hears her. Nobody cares. They men are too happy using her. Eventually, it gets so bad to the point that her entire head is drenched in c*m, soaking through the messy tangle of her hair as well. Her face is wet, her ears, eyes and nose filled with so much hot semen that the woman starts to lose consciousness. If this goes on, it won’t take long before she—

[ Elayne ]Elayne experiences the most transformation ever, that even Faile comes to second. Her body is not amputated, but loses all of her hair. Not because she’s sick, but because all her body hair is being shaved off. The Shadow men leave nothing behind. It is not just the hair on her head or her cunt that are gone, but also her eyebrows and armpit. There’s literally not a strand of hair left on her, and it pains her to see the pride behind her long beautiful locks being piled on the floor bit by bit, removed like they are simply trash that just need to be get rid off.

That’s not all. The cruel men draw tattoos on her skin while they f**k her brutally. Permanent dark ink decorates her skin in the most uncomplimentary manner, mostly just crimbles of insults. They mark her as a common w***e, nothing just a body with holes that is for any man to claim. They forcefully out on piercings all over her body, mostly concentrated on her tongue, breasts and s*x. Then when they take out their c***s, they f**k her with the tip of their tools, the needles jabbing into her deepest parts so intimately until all she can feel is tremendous pain and the slick scent of crimson.

The needles are made to touch every single inch of her intimate parts, the canals of her cunt and rectum, until every single corner is filled with random scribbled lines. They do this until her holes turn entirely black from being inked so much.

The dark ink travels to her ass, too, the lines drawn directly straight out of her anus and toward the curves of her ass. Another man also crunch in front of her face, making her eat his thick c**k while he draws on the now bald head. It’s so cruel and so painful. She wants to scream and clamp her teeth hard, but knows that if she makes the man’s c**k bleed, she’ll just receive an even worse punishment. Elayne has no idea what wrong doing she has committed. Maybe it’s simply because she’s at the opposite end of the war, and being a lady and such. These evil men want nothing more than take joy from her humiliation. They seem to thrive on it.

Elayne has never been through such a painful, traumatic experience as this. The remnants of the tattoos and piercing they force upon her still pains her so much, especially when the wounds are still so fresh on her body. Despite that, they still force themselves on her, the c***s in her ass especially making use of the warm liquid in her back channel to further smooth the harsh thrusting.

For some strange reason, they don’t f**k her in the cunt. But maybe that’s because they like to ‘sightsee’ inside her cunt, pushing her labia so wide apart, then use their filthy full of grime fingers to pry her cunt open, so that they can see the art they’ve committed to her insides while they f**k her hard in the ass. These men are so self-absorbed in the torture they inflict upon her, that they can’t stop themselves from admiring their ‘artwork’, as in her ruined body.

One man even gets the idea of stretching her ass so much, he forces not only one, but to fists right into her rectum at the same time. It hurts so much, her tight ring muscles tears more than once, and it’s red all over. It hurts so much, Elayne is forced to drift in and out of consciousness for more than a dozen time. Time can’t move any slower than in this moment. It almost hurts as much as when the f**k her with the tattoo needles from both ends. Then they start pounding in an invincible rhythm, playing her abused body like a drum. They punch into her throat and rectum hard until they make her squirts uncontrollably.

Her endless torture doesn’t stop there. Once the men use her up, f*****g her so raw, her tattooed channels hurt, they spill their c*m right into a bowl, before making her drink the whole pints like she’s nothing but a dog, scraping food from the floor. When she doesn’t do as they say immediately, someone grabs her from the back of her head and slams her face right into the bowl, forcing her to drink or drown in their excess c*m. The taste is salty and sour, and the humiliation is even harder to swallow, making her vomit one too many times. When the c*m is all forced out of her digestive system, the punish her by raping her all over again, and then force her to drink twice the amount of c*m from the bowl they d***s spit in.

She looks like a human canvas, all covered with men’s filthies fantasy. She’s covered in dirt, grim and dry c*m, the pride of these Shadow men.

Elayne doesn’t know much far long does she has to live like this, drifting from one men to the other, being f****d all the way to the very inch of her life. It’s just so devastating . . . .

[ Epoligue ]The males like to shower the whores with their c*m. And it is in the drumming of their thundering hearts that Nynaeve, Min, Aviendha, Faile, Tuon and Elayne finally find their solace in this never ending bleak. Drown in the scent of hot semen seeping into their skin, sanity finally snaps from their minds. When it snaps, it doesn’t just let loose, but are being completely thrown out of their minds, flushed out by the many c*m that floats inside their ears and into their brains. When the barrier between survival and morality is yanked out, there is nothing left to lose inside these ladies’ mind. This is when they start to let loose and accept their situation, accept that they can’t escape from this hellhole they have been condemned into, and start making themselves home in this filthy, addictive sin.

Nynaeve takes two c***s at each of her extremely sagging holes. Min rides on a Darkhound’s d**k like her life depends on it, all while cupping a pair of balls at each of her hand, when a very hard prick is sliding up and down in between her breasts to her open mouth at the same time. Aviendha is sworded by very thick, very long c***s from both cunt and mouth until she swears that it feels as if the male horses’ tips almost meet in the middle at her heart. Faile is used like a dummy, the lack of four limbs allow her to be drown with so many c***s from every possible angle she can think off, a dozen fat c***s rubbing inside her at once. Tuon is drowning in c*m, and drinking it hard because she loves it, even when the teasing feel of c*m tracing down her passages used to disgust her (she happily accepts any incoming c***s until she’s all worn out). Elayne accepts herself for being a human canvas, and even encourages any passing d***s to taint her even more than she already is. Fists pound into her from opposite ends until she passes out after climaxing so hard. Desperation forces them to transform, and the villains finally get what they want.