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The Perfect Victim
A story by Wendi Marie St. Clair
"You'll get yourself killed, you idiot!" was the last thing Rachel said as he left. He was tired of being under her domineering boot. He was twenty-five, and the last two years were hell. He had married a control freak. They hadn't had any type of relationship in a year-and-a-half. She told him what to do and he did it. He didn't even get sex. That had tapered off the first six weeks. Recently, he felt like he was being cheated on. He asked her about some text messages he saw on her phone. She told him to mind his own business.
He had decided to go on a fishing trip. A LONG one. Without her. He had landed in Sao Paulo a day ago and got a motel room. He had went to the bar and saw a beautiful, exotic girl with the best ass he had ever seen she was a little taller than him, but that wasn't a hard thing to find, as he was a slim five foot six. He was surprised when she revealed that she wasn't purely female. He was further freaked out that he was actually turned on by it. He chalked it up to the novelty of the situation and thanked the girl for her attention and affection, but he was simply not her type. He nursed his rum-and-coke buzz and went back to the room. He had a trip up the Amazon to make.
The morning dawned bright and clear, and he traveled to a small village to charter a small boat up the Amazon River. He was mesmerized with the scenery and the easy demeanor of the guide. The guide was an amazing guy. He expected an old, short brown guy. He got brown, but the man was a six-foot-four muscle man. He was shaved bald and had little body hair. He went shirtless most of the trip and made him feel both unmanly and well protected all at once. He spoke remarkably good English, with only a slight accent. He was well educated. He explained that he had and does travel the world on business, but loves to guide on the river when he can, as his job follows unpredictable seasons.
They made camp within hearing of a huge falls. It was still far off, but you could hear it and see the top of the falls through the steamy jungle canopy. He lounged in a hammock as he pondered the fact that the high temperature was probably thirty back home in Pittsburgh. He really never wanted to go back. He drifted off thinking about traveling the world and living near the Amazon.
He woke in a cold sweat. He had to leave, but he didn't know why. He had to get to the falls. He had a giddy feeling. He tingled all over and he couldn't get a pair of shorts and shoes on fast enough. He didn't bother to get a shirt as he left. He traveled through a jungle path that seemed to lead to the falls. He knew this was stupid. He didn't know the jungle, there were all manner of predators and natives that weren't friendly, but he had to go to the falls. It was like being uncontrollably horny, but he wasn't aroused. He was eager and bothered, but it was hard to explain.
It was nearing dusk as he ran through the jungle to the falls, a force outside himself seeming to control him. The falls were nearer and nearer.
Two hundred years. It had been two hundred years since he had detected such a presence, so yielding and ready to serve. He had to have it. He had chosen the little one in the jungle. He had an important job for the fawning beauty. He would reveal that beauty and wield it for a higher purpose. He was hungry for the beautiful spirit coming to him. He would use her as his instrument of justice.
He was panting, but running on. His shorts were like fire on him. They felt like ants on his body, so he paused to rip them off as fast as he could. There was a part of him that was in a panic because of his completely illogical behavior, but a larger, more primal part of him had to answer the call of whatever was at the falls.
He finally found the clearing. There was a thick grassy place that gave way to sandy shoals. The water lapped the sand, and the bottom tilted quickly down to depths he couldn't see. The water was saffire blue. It was like a well tended garden. The grass was soft and cool on his abused feet. He approached the crystal clear water. He felt the fine mist on his skin like a cooling balm. He was parched and wanted to plunge into the water and drink. He was naked, having stripped on the run, so he paced forward and plunged into the water in a beautiful arching dive. The water was just the right temperature and he frolicked and drank, but then remembered that he was called there by something...what was it?
He turned to face the falls. He looked into the falls. There was no way to approach the falls without swimming, and the force of the water would pelt him down. It was then that he saw the eyes. They were gazing at him through the falls from behind. They were luminous green slits. They were reptilian and still. They were intensely peering at him. He was suddenly terrified as they had to belong to a head that was huge, and the look in the eyes was absolutely predatory. What had he let himself in for? Why was that thing looking at him like a particularly pretty morsel?
He turned to run, but couldn't. He was compelled to look into the eyes; the fierce, beautiful eyes. A thought came unbidden into his head. Was it so bad to go this way? Wasn't it an honor to be food of a god? Food! Oh no! He turned again, but felt something wrap around both feet. He was rolled, as something wrapped itself around his legs, then his waist. He was pulled under water. He struggled with the scaly limb as he realized it was the largest serpent he had ever seen. He was wrapped up from feet to neck just by the tail. There was plenty of snake left. He knew he was dead. He waited for the squeeze that would force out his breath and kill him, but it never came. His lungs were burning for air as he saw the predatorily beautiful eyes again. They were framed by the massive head of the serpent. The eyes spoke of ages of wisdom. They contained hunger and ferocity, but also compassion. Was he about to become food for a god in truth?
The supple yet inhumanly strong muscles of the great serpent bent him double, causing his derriere to be exposed to the open, warm water. He could see as the serpent opened his giant mouth. It had fangs, but they folded back as the tongue came out toward his rear. What could be happening? The tongue wasn't a typical reptilian forked tongue; it was a single, thick muscled appendage with a bulbous arrowhead look at the tip. It brushed the pucker of his anus. What is happening!? The young man put up another panicked, futile struggle as his lungs burned for lack of oxygen. He felt the pain as the tongue stretched his orifice open and plunged into a place that wasn't meant to be a receptacle – or was it?
He was released, his head broke the water as the coils unwrapped, but the bulb in his ass inflated to giant proportions as he struggled to get away. He gasped a breath as he struggled to stay out of the water. He glimpsed the guide on the shore on his knees, forehead to the ground, naked. He tried to scream for help but only got out a gulp as he was pulled down by the appendage tightly nestled in his rear entrance. The pain was like a hot poker and increased until he fainted from it and the lack of oxygen. He was lifted out of the water by the great serpent until he was all out of the water, impaled on the tongue like appendage. The muscle had penetrated deeply now, inflating as it went. It injected paralyzing venom, causing his legs to hang limply as he gasped awake again. He screamed a girl like scream as he saw the guide chanting. He seemed to be worshipping the snake. The snake lowered the violated young man into his waiting maw as he screamed and begged for help. He felt his legs slick against the snake's smooth mouth and felt the warmth envelope him as it closed around his hips. The tongue pulled him in as the mouth sucked him in. His voice seemed to change as he was dragged further and further in. His hair was suddenly longer and softer, though the rest of his hair seemed to go away. He grabbed the snake with his now sleek, slick arms, but another shot of the venom stopped the rest of the struggle. He felt the tongue go further in. It had to be two feet into his guts as he felt it twist and turn ever inward, following the bends of his bowels. The mouth was sliding over his head as he slipped inside the great serpent, food for a god, indeed. He opened his mouth for one more scream as another appendage entered his mouth quickly slithering down his gagging throat into his stomach. The mouth then closed and all was darkness.
Pain was a buzz in the background. He knew that there was terrible pain in his body. It was in his crotch and his chest. He distantly knew both ends of his digestive system was impaled on alien appendages. There was pain in his facial bones and all his limbs. There was muscle pain and abdominal pain, but it was like he was detached from it. There was a light. It must be the time of his death. He was supposed to go to the light. It was brighter and brighter, then suddenly, she was there. She stood on a cliff by a river that tumbled over the precipice. She was on a grassy place. She looked down at her small feet and pert breasts. She had honey skin and chestnut brown hair that waved in the slight breeze. Her skin was sensitive and she shivered a bit at the breeze. Her nipples hardened. She ran astonished hands down her body, across the flat, sleekly muscled stomach, then across the firm, ample "ghetto booty" derriere. She felt the womanly power of sleek thighs, and noticed the smooth, feline muscle of her arms. She didn't have a hair on her body below the eyebrows. She felt her crotch to find ...a very small, nubby penis without balls. It was like a large clitoris. Her testicles had been turned into labia, but there was no opening.
"The men will not notice. They will only want your tight backside."
She startled to see the very black, very naked, very well endowed man that had appeared before her. His eyes were luminous green reptilian eyes that were a reminder of ...something...but she could not say what. She was suddenly cold and humiliated under his lustful gaze, when a black silk chemise appeared on her. It fit her perfectly, and fell to the middle of her honeyed thighs.
"You are to be a bringer of justice," the man chiseled of onyx spoke again, "I will be that justice. You will bring justice through your submission. They will take you and degrade you and mistreat you. You will bring them before me. I will give them justice by making them submit in turn. You are highly prized and will be well cared for. You will have immortality as long as you are my instrument. You will not age a day from what you are now. Your body is like a teenager. You will be what they seek, and you will bring them to me. I have waited for you for two hundred years. You will no longer be the man you were. You are now Mara, servant of hell, and I am Dhambala, lover of my people. I am a lesser god, a bringer of balance, and I love you."
"But what if I refuse, my lord?" she asked in a new, dove like voice, perfect for whimpering submission.
The onyx statue looked sad, if a god can look sad, "Then I must digest you."
Suddenly, she remembered, the pain, Rachel, the fishing trip. I am inside a serpent! He must digest me. She could choose death now or degradation and servitude, with virile beauty and sensuality and who knows what else being the tool of a god. She knew that her female spirit was on the outside of the body in a place of vision. What do you say when commanded by a god?
"Yes, I will serve you, Dhambala." She said, falling to her knees in the lush grass, head touching the ground in obeisance.
"I love you, my servant," was his response. "I will show you what you must do out of love for me." There was sexual heat in his words when he said, "You will not find it hard to love me, Mara."
"You have much to learn in a short time," he said.
"How will I learn it, my lord?" she asked.
"Rise to your knees and know." He commanded.
She rose to find his very large thick onyx penis in her face. "Take it into your mouth and receive all you seek," he ordered.
She was nonplussed. I can't do this, the recently male part of his mind panicked. How can I do this? I'm straight.
Knowing her thoughts, Dhambala said, "Yes you are, but you weren't. Until I transformed you, you were living a lie. Now, you reside in the transformed flesh you should be in. You will have the desires of your heart, but you must submit for it. You must become vulnerable to me and whomever I give you to, now open!"
She realized the truth in his words. She was uncomfortable in her old role in life, and lusted after another way. She remembered playing dress up with her cousin and wearing a beautiful dress. She remembered how his mother and aunt preened about it. They didn't laugh. They thought he was cute. Now, she was what she had longed to be in her heart of hearts. She opened her mouth, and yielded to her master.
At first it was just a very exceptional smooth, firm penis. It was warm and sweet and clean. It was the best thing she had ever put in her mouth. She felt the pain buzzing in the background, but started working her mouth on the penis. She was learning how to do it like a porn star as she went. There was a little awkwardness, then it was gone. He pushed her down further, and further. He gagged her a little bit, then forced her on down. "Submit," he commanded. He began fucking her pretty face. She gagged and drooled and submitted. She learned how to breathe on the out stroke. He was causing her gag reflex to try to make her vomit, but nothing was there in her new body. He was roughly pumping her soft mouth, teaching with harshness the art of fellatio. Strangely, she loved it all, reveling in the degradation of being used. The god continued on, stroking his full, impressive length in and out until the strokes became short, and the rhythm was thrown off, then he came and it was the sweetest rush she had ever had. She had an earthquake orgasm as he did, and she knew that she would every time, no matter what orifice was being used, nor the circumstances, so long as she brought the one inside her. His semen was what must have been spoken of when the poets talked of nectar of the gods. It had knowledge and wisdom in it, and as the orgasm lasted she learned more and more. She learned everything she needed to know to be a pampered, servant of a decadent god. She learned how to be a creature of the senses, how to dress, act, and be to attract the predators of the world to come face Dhambala. She learned how she would be sent and where she would know to go. She learned and soaked in ability as she swallowed Dhambala's nectar. She could be a whore, or an all-american cheerleader, or a shrew, or an innocent girl-next-door, or anything else. She was on her knees taking his orgasm for what could have been weeks, or an instant, but it was glorious the whole time.
She eventually felt his wonderful manhood shrinking, and opened her eyes to look up. The god kindly looked at her as he slowly withdrew. "Know that I love you and will spend many times like this with you, but you have received enough for now. I will now send you out to meet your helpers.
She stood and knew now that she was touched by the gods, and was a different person. She was a she now, even if there is a small (very small) reminder between her legs. She now knew it was a reminder of just how small and unmanly she had always been, and to be thankful for the beautiful hair, skin, breasts, hips, and derriere. It wouldn't even bulge out in a pair of bikini thongs. She turned to see Dhambala once more, but he was gone. She suddenly felt exhausted, so she lay down in the lush grass to rest where she spent her first passion with a god as a woman.
She came back to herself in the belly of the snake. She was impaled and could not breathe. She could not move. Her arms were pressed to her sides; her feet, seemingly bound together. She struggled, and received another shot of the paralyzing venom. She couldn't breathe! The limbs were very deep inside her and were swollen to inhuman thicknesses. The one in her ass had to be four inches in diameter and the one in her mouth felt like a forearm. Her body ached in every place, but the pain was focused in the horribly stretched orifices. The limbs continued to crawl inside her body. She could only see a red haze punctuated by darkness. Further and further in through twists and turns, the appendages crawled inside her until they met in the middle.
The appendages had been changing the new girl's DNA as it moved, changing the body into a lithe, sleek young girl. She had shrunk six inches to a very petite five-foot-two, leggy frame with a round, spankable booty. She could be dressed and made up to look like she was twenty-five or fourteen. Thanks to the god's very unorthodox teaching, she knew how to do it and sell the part already.
When the cruel appendages met in the middle of her abdomen, where her reproductive organs would have been, it was like she heard a bell tone that suffused her body with relaxing warmth. She knew that the pain was over as the final DNA super strain was supernaturally made, she gained more knowledge with this. She knew that she could heal the worst broken bones and bruises within a night. She would be a perpetual virgin. Every entry into her oral or anal orifice would be as tight as the first time. It would also be just as painful, but she would love the pain with a fierce intensity that would cause her to crave it. She could survive and not age for decades and more. She would always have superhuman endurance and health, but not strength. She was made to yield, not conquer. Her only weakness was steel. She would not heal cuts with superhuman speed, but would not scar. If she ever were to be pierced through this central part of her abdomen where this special chi was located, she would die. She would be beautiful in death, and be reincarnated as a baby girl born to good parents as a recompense for her service, but she would no longer live in the same capacity. She also was not able to eat solid food, but drinks only. She would have to sustain herself on the semen of the men she was made to serve. She knew she could not know pain without pleasure and that there would be a time of pleasure and recovery after every quest Dhambala put her to.
She realized the worst of the pain was over as she felt the great serpent breathing for her. Slowly, she began to feel the appendages moving in a different direction. They were shrinking and withdrawing, witch was a new, exhilarating pain all on its own. The pain of the transformation was dulling into a generalized, full-body soreness. It was aided by the warmth of her newly-created chi.
Suddenly, there was major cramping in her abdomen caused by the invader in her butt. She screamed, causing the muscular shaft to swell and vibrate in arousal. The serpent seemed to enjoy her suffering. She was conscious of the fact that the serpent and the onyx god was one, and it made her nervous pondering her fate between screams of agony. It was time for the final alteration to change her from a diet of food to that of freshly milked man sperm. It took a long, agonizing time as her digestive system was severely constricted permanently, giving her a perpetually clean colon for the enjoyment of aggressive, cruel lovers.
The tongue eventually worked its way out of her horribly ravaged ass. As it came out, the sphincter snapped immediately back and began to shrink back to virginal tightness. The shaft in her mouth came next. The last of the shaft in her mouth withdrew, allowing her new lips to close in a sexy pout. She realized immediately that she could no longer breathe without the serpent breathing into her. She struggled to show her worry, and the snake shuddered in response. She felt motion and squeezing she tried to gasp in fear as she lurched abruptly, then she was falling into the soft grass clearing at the falls. She was naked, covered with a very viscous, slick film from head to toe. She had to clear it from her nose in a very unladylike way, then she looked up to see the men.
The guide was there, but there were more now. One looked like a Samoan warrior. He was six-and-a-half feet tall at least. There was a black man, also tall and bulky with dangerous looking muscle. Another was a dark-haired Caucasian, who looked like a Greek or Roman. Another was another very tall, muscular blue-eyed blonde who could have been a member of the Third Reich, and the last was a dusky Persian or Saudi, with a perfect goatee. They were all naked and magnificently aroused, causing her to be very nervous.
The six men formed an arc around her, giving her nowhere to run. They all seemed to have the same lustfully predatory look that Dhamballa has. Santiago, the guide, spoke first.
"We are the human servants of Dhamballa. We are in a similar covenant with him as you are. We are bound to you, Mara, Servant of Hell. We are to be your protectors, and you will return service to us with your body. We love you, as our serpent master does. You will not find it hard to serve us."
What was with these men lately, she thought to herself. Such egos, she thought, as she looked nervously at the physiques of the men she was bound to. Did she want to be bound?
"Submit," came Dhamballa's command into her mind. She knew she could not deny them. As Dhamballa chose her for himself, he had chosen them for her. How could she deny the one who gave her true self to her. She sank to her knees in the soft grass in acquiescence and the men drew near. Santiago was the first to come to her. His cock was rigid and ripe with manly energy. It was an uncircumcised eight inches, with tight balls. He had very little hair. A drop of precum oozed out of the head, causing Mara to actually salivate in anticipation. She opened her mouth and accepted him inside. He ran his hands through her silk hair. She ran her tongue around the head and put her fingers around his shaft to pull back the foreskin. He stood still as she suckled and swirled her tongue around, both parties taking their time and enjoying each other as the other five watched. She worked her way deeper and deeper, finding that only her anal orifice will remain virginal. Apparently, Dhamballa wanted her mouth to be able to easily accommodate himself and her protectors. She was able to eventually get him completely inside her mouth. She slowly worked it in until her chin touched his balls, then would slide it out until the head was all that was inside her mouth. She would swirl her tongue around the head, then slowly take it back in all the way again.
Soon, there was a brush on her cheek. She looked to see the Samoan try to cut in. She put her hand around him as she lovingly throated Santiago one more time. The Samoan had a slightly shorter cock. It was much thicker. It made her nervous about anal sex. She turned to him and put her lips around his head as it came out of its foreskin. She gave the Samoan the same sweet and slow treatment as he ran his fingers through her hair as she moaned.
"I am Malosi, I am happy to be bound to such a beauty," he said.
He reached down to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples as she squealed her delight around his fat shaft. He started to press her head down onto his manhood and she gagged at his girth, causing the men to all voice enthusiastic approval. He fucked her face for a few strokes, then let her up. She saw another man there.
The tall blonde was a magnificent thing. His ivory skin was taught around a sleek, muscular frame. She reached up to caress the washboard abdominal muscles and saw that her fingernails had become magically manicured. They were a flame red, but they were not very long. They were just what she would have done for herself.
"I am Lars," he said with a slight accent. It was Scandinavian, but the accent was so light that she could not put it in a single place. "I am here for you in all ways."
She opened for his magnificent ivory rod. It was circumcised and a thick nine inches. It was the largest thing she had ever tried yet, including Dhambala. She saw it as a challenge. He put it in her mouth and she tried to engulf it all immediately without gagging. She slid her lips down and down, holding her breath. She began to strain as she approached his base, then the last inch slid in as she gagged loudly. He grabbed the back of her head as she tried to come back up, trapping her with her lips around the base of his cock. She noticed that he smelled slightly like vanilla.
"She must learn to respect you, eh, Lars?" Santiago said.
"I will give her time to do so," he laughed.
Mara was unable to breathe. Instead of panic, she felt exhilaration at the way she was being treated by the tall Norseman. She knew that it was ridiculous to be so aroused by being used like a whore, but this is what Dhamballa said she would be like. She gagged repeatedly as he made little cruel shoves farther into the depths of her throat. She rolled her eyes up to see the lustful look in Lars's face as he nailed his huge cock home again and again.
He finally withdrew his manhood slowly. Tendrils of the natural lubricity he had pumped out of her throat connected his cock head to her lips. Some hung in drops from her mouth as tears streamed down her face.
The next man to step up to her was the Mediterranean-looking man. His cock was unique. She wondered how she would handle it. It was about eight inches and normal except the circumcised head was huge in proportion. It was like the base of Malosi's cock, only it was the head. She knew it was her lot to try to satisfy him, so she took his hot cock in her hand and opened for him.
"I am Damien," he said, as he entered her warm mouth, "We have been waiting a long time for you. We are glad you have come." He gathered her hair into a rough pony tail as she began putting her new fellatio skills into practice, improving as she went. She made extremely erotic slurping and smacking noises as she pleased her man. Damien moaned as he felt the warm, moist, softness of her sweet mouth. She gave him a little charge by making a satisfied, vibrating hum. It was just too much for Damien, and he started to savagely fuck her face to the cheering of the other men. He gripped her hair in a pony tail and controlled her head as she submitted to him, gagging and sputtering all the while. Showing great restraint, he relented before he flooded her mouth and released her.
She felt herself being turned by her shoulders as she faced a huge, ten-inch mocha-colored cock. She looked up to see the angular face of the middle-eastern man. " I am Memucan," he said. "I hope you enjoy serving us as much as we will enjoy serving you," he leered, then thrust himself inside. She opened as wide as possible. The squelching and the accompanying gag was audible as he reached her tonsils and plunged right on down until she was locked down on the root of his magnificent cock. He held her down for long seconds, then released her. She accepted his fierce sex with her hands folded serenely in her attractive lap. He pulled all the way out, then forced himself back in just like before, stopping to grind himself as far in as possible, like he wanted to feel her ass from the other side. He pulled out again, tendrils of lubrication hung between them as she coughed. He was not to be denied, and dipped his large rod in one more time before letting her go.
The last man was the one she had been dreading the most. The ebony man came to her. He actually took her hand and bent to kiss it. He smiled and said, "I am Ras, and I am very pleased to meet you. You are most welcome among us. I will treat you as the finest treasure outside the sex, as we all will, but I will treat you as I will during the sex, now open to me, my kitten."
She could only obey. He had an eleven or twelve-inch phallus, and it was going in. It was also just as thick as Malosi's manhood. She was ready to panic. He ran his hands through her hair as she suckled the enormous head, gripping her skull. She braced for the storm, but it wasn't enough. He thrust in hard, but it only went halfway in. It was stopped by her reluctant tonsils. He backed out some, then went again, tearing through until another two inches was inside. Pain! Her body convulsed as it resisted the invader. He paid no mind to her muffled screams as he thrust again, getting more in. He did this a few more times as she gagged and heaved, punctuated by plaintive screams for mercy.
Ras went down on his knees, taking her with him. She was now on all fours. He kept the driving action, enjoying her mouth and throat with relish.
"Submit to us, hell's whore, submit to us and we will sustain and protect you. You know you love the intense sex we bring to you!" he encouraged. "Suck me! Show me how much you appreciate your man," he said.
He was right. She did enjoy this. She felt completely aroused and alive for the first time. Why did it take so long for her to find this? Why did it take so long for Dhamballa to find her? Dhamballa answered her in his thoughts. "I wanted you to appreciate my gift to you, now live a life worth living."
She felt someone at her very well lubricated anus. Memucan could wait no longer. He saw her beautiful derriere shining with the slick juices from the great snake. She was completely wet with it. He spit on her winking rosebud and was gratified when Mara gave a nervous jerk. She gave another as he placed the head of his potent rod at her hot opening. He began to press in. The constant gagging and retching turned into a muffled scream as he popped into her entrance. He watched as it stretched around his head and locked around the glans. She screamed around Ras's meat as he impaled her perpetually virgin ass. He did not stop pressing until it was all the way in. Her guts were twisting themselves around his rock hard rod. Her body convulsed as he triumphed over her. He began to pump her slowly at first. Ras would pull himself out of her mouth so they could all hear her begging for the mercy none would show her. He would then thrust it back in, muffling her screams and oaths to gagging and slurping once again. She saw how it turned them on. She felt how it turned herself on. She truly enjoyed the cruel attentions of the men who had her at their mercy now.
Pain gradually turned to pleasure. She was able to accommodate Ras in her throat and started to work her mouth around him with relish rather than pain. Ras looked into her tear-stained eyes to see lust rather than the pain of violation. She started pushing her tight bum back onto Memucan's greedy phallus. They worked into a rhythm that quickly accelerated to a savage rutting. It was not long before Memucan started moaning. Ras withdrew from the couple. Mara laid her head in the grass as Memucan accelerated his buttfucking to a fever pitch. His body made loud slaps against Mara's buttocks as she shuddered and cried with every impact. She was in heaven. If she had known it was like this she would have sought it in her other life, too. Memucan's huge prick swelled and hardened just a little more, then he roughly pulled out. He fell to his knees as he spun his petite partner around and thrust into her mouth. She almost immediately received a huge load of his potent semen. She moaned around the head of his shaft as she greedily sucked it down. It was the loveliest substance she had ever tasted. As Memucan climaxed, so did she, shuddering all over like a mare in heat. Nothing in the world compared to this.
As she was reveling in the shared orgasm and sucking down large amounts of man juice, she felt Damien's wide cock head push into her slick opening. She screamed again, partially in pain, but also in much pleasure. He pumped in long, slow strokes, enjoying her bountiful butt. His uniquely shaped dick was pushing buttons no one else in the world could. Memucan's unbelievable orgasm came to an end, and he slowly pushed into her well-pummeled throat again, then withdrew. She laid her head in the cool grass, accepting Damien's ministrations. The extremely bulbous head massaged her anal muscles in an interesting way that she loved. She cried out her pleasure to her lover encouraging him to lay the pipe to her.
"I will show you things other girls only dream of knowing, my Mara," he said. "You belong to us, and we will do with you what we please. Your pretty ass will taste us all tonight."
With that, he began fiercely beasting her. He put her firm ass through its paces. He put his foot on her face and pile drove her ass without mercy. All the while, Mara moaned like a whore, encouraging him to do his worst, telling him that she needed to be treated that way. "I'm a bad girl! Please treat me like a whore!" she plead.
Damien could last no longer than Memucan, and withdrew to spin her again. She had her mouth open for him, and her ass arched in the air for someone else. Damien pushed his cock all the way in her mouth, spurting load after load directly into her stomach. She gagged at the uncomfortable sensation of his large tool spasming in her mouth.
At the same time, Santiago forced himself inside her tush and immediately began working it hard into her receptive hole. She used her anal muscles to milk her river guide-cum-lover, jerking him off with the rings of muscles that she never thought she'd use like this. Damien finished her mouth and popped out. She cried out to Santiago. "Oh thank you for bringing me here. I love it! I love you all and Dhamballa!" It wasn't long before she could no longer speak in intelligible language and sunk into a moan-filled gibberish as Santiago controlled her body. Her muscles were working his hot Latin phallus and his cock massaged the sensitive insides of her firm butt.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass. Your butt belongs to me!" he said. "Who's butt is this?" He demanded.
"Yours," she whimpered.
"Whose butt is this, bitch?" he said, roughly punctuated his words with a violent thrust of his formidable cock.
"It's yours," she said, a little louder.
"Whose butt is this, hell's whore?" he demanded harshly, grabbing her throat and squeezing hard enough to bruise and planting his tool all the way in.
"It's yours, my lord!" she screamed. "I give it to all of you! Take me as you will in every way!"
"That's what I like to hear, you little cum sponge!" he said, then spat on her.
Santiago began a fast, violent spat of butt fucking that Mara could barely keep up with. She clamped her muscles around his hot phallus and grabbed handfuls of the grass to steady herself. Suddenly, he pulled out and spun her around and held her mouth around his organ. He used her again as the others had, pouring his fierce orgasm down her hatch. She swallowed greedily. She felt like she was drunk on semen. Her euphoria couldn't be contained, and the tears from her eyes now were not due to the savage oral sex, but the sheer joy of giving into these fearsome warriors.
She took all of Santiago's orgasm into her flat tummy, then turned to see Malosi lying on the grass.
"I want you on top," he ordered.
Mara moved to obey. She mounted the large Samoan. She reached behind her to guide the thick shaft into her wanting body. She felt his wide phallus at her entrance. She began to sink down. His bulbous head press and pressed against her. She put more and more pressure down, but couldn't stretch herself around him.
"It won't fit," she said.
Malosi grabbed her hips and pressed with more force than she could muster and popped in. His thick penis ripped a scream from Mara's tortured throat. He thrust in and in until she was skewered onto his giant pole.
"Take it in and squeeze me, girl," he commanded.
He pumped her with greedy thrusts. Her insides were rearranging to accommodate the thick intruder. Malosi's eyes showed he was in heaven as he pumped this little slut. She began to bounce on his torso as he grabbed her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples for awhile as he fucked her. He then started pinching them. He increased more and more pressure until Mara couldn't help it anymore.
"Please..." she whimpered.
All of a sudden, Malosi doubled the pressure he was squeezing with. Mara's taught anus flexed of its own accord, squeezing Malosi's hard manhood.
"No," she groaned, hot tears running down her face.
Malosi did it again, tightening her orifice by remote control and causing her to scream anew. He played this game with her, his tower of flesh completely inside her cute, round bottom for a long time, then grabbed her by the waist. His thumbs and fingers almost met around her tiny body. He lifted her, then dropped her. He started jerking himself off using her as a warm, living, yielding sex toy. She yelped every time he bottomed out inside her. Suddenly, he threw her off of him and she landed on her back. Malosi grabbed her head and impaled it on his cock for another filling session as they both had another orgasm. It was Mara's fifth amazing orgasm since she had been spewed back out into life by Dhambala. She had no idea how much time had passed.
She was still lying on the ground when her biggest challenge put her ankles on his shoulders.
"Oh, no..." she whimpered.
"Oh yes, my beautiful trollop; it is my turn, now," Ras taunted.
He held her gaze as he penetrated her seething tunnel. She was screaming as it felt like her intestines were exploding. He stretched her around himself, allowing gravity to do its work.
"Awwww oh my god nooooo!" she shrieked. "Please don't! It's too much!"
"Submit!" he cruelly yelled, then laughed at the writhing beauty as he continued to slowly impale her.
He thrust it all inside in one long thrust, then began to grind it around inside her as she cursed and screamed. She begged him to stop, but there was no mercy in his black eyes that had gone to being almost all pupil. He seemed to be encouraged by her pain, as they all did, like a wolf smelling blood.
Soon it began, an earth shattering session of butt fucking. She screamed her way through the pain until she again found the pleasure, then her insides seemed to turn into liquid.
He pulled her up until her feet were in the air and only her shoulders were on the ground. He was so large that the head of his dick never popped out of her tight orifice. He then began to fuck her straight down. He spun so that he was doing her backwards. He stretched her every way he knew how, to the lewd encouragement of the other men as Mara begged for her own defilement.
He finally had her on her front again, lying in the grass as he was on top of her. He pumped harder and harder. She felt his feverish thrust lose its rhythm as he got even harder and larger, then she felt him hosing her insides with molten lava. He screamed his orgasm into her ear as her body seemed to disintegrate into pure sexual energy. She took his semen gladly into her bowels. It warmed her abdomen as they both had the greatest release of their lives.
They both laid in the grass, Ras on top of Mara. The grass was so soft and cool, but the huge cock inside her guts was anything but that. Ras was slow to go soft, but she loved the glowing warmth penetrating inside her stretched bowels. She worked her muscles, giving him little cock hugs with her warm softness. He moaned approval.
"You know we all love you, Mara," Ras said. She could see that they had all lain down around her.
"I love every one of you too, Ras," she said.
All of them were suffused with warmth and satisfaction, basking in the glow of supernatural sexual afterglow. They drifted off to an enchanted sleep and the great snake moved out of the water and encircled them. He warded them in the rest he gave them. Not even insects would harm them as his precious perfect victim rested in the arms of her lovers.