The Baron grabbed her jaw.
He turned her face toward the cucumber. "Look at it. Look at what is inside you. Look at how far you have fallen. You laughed at a Prince. Now you carry his produce."
He pulled the cucumber out.
SKHLRK—
The wet sound was obscene. Her walls gripped the vegetable. The seed poured out around it—a thick, white flood mixing with the clear juice of her violation. The cucumber emerged coated in their combined filth. He threw it on the floor.
"To the bath," the Prince said. "She stinks. She smells like a whore’s gutter. We will clean our toy before we break it again."
They dragged her from the bed.
Her legs would not hold her. The Count and the Lord each gripped an arm and pulled her across the chamber. Her feet dragged on the carpet. Her tits hung—heavy, bruised, marked with teeth. The seed ran from both holes in steady, warm streams, leaving a trail of white droplets on the expensive rug.
The bathroom was marble.
A sunken tub, big enough for four. Steam rose from the water. The servants had filled it before dawn. The four men stepped in. The water was hot. They dragged her over the rim.
"Kneel," the Baron commanded.
She fell to her knees in the water. It came up to her chest. Her hair floated around her, dark and wild. Her face was above the surface. Her eyes were half-closed. She was trembling so hard that the water rippled around her.
"Clean her," the Prince said. "And fuck her. Both."
The Lord gripped her from behind.
He lifted her. His hands went under her thighs. He raised her legs out of the water. He spread them. The water streamed from her pussy, washing away some of the seed, but the swollen lips were still gaping, still dark, still leaking. He positioned himself under her.
His cock entered her cunt from below.
SKHLRK—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!!"
The water splashed. The Baron moved in front of her. He pressed his cock against her lips. She opened. He pushed into her mouth. The water was warm around her knees. The Lord was fucking her from below, lifting her up and down on his shaft, using her body like a pump.
PAH PAH PAH—
"MMMPH~!! GLK~!! NGH~!!"
The Prince and the Count took her tits.
They stood on either side of the tub. Each gripped a breast. They squeezed the bruised, heavy flesh. They bent their heads. They suckled. They bit. The Prince’s mouth found her left nipple and closed with cruel force. The Count twisted her right nipple with his fingers while licking the underside of her breast.
"Ah—! Ngh—! Mmgh—!" She could not scream. Her mouth was full. Her cunt was full. Her tits were being devoured.
"Fuck her harder," the Prince said, his mouth full of her tit. "Make the water splash. Make the whore bathe in her own filth."
PAH PAH PAH—
"KYAAANGH~!! HNGHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"
The Lord’s thrusts were brutal. The water sloshed over the rim of the tub. Her body was limp. She could not fight. She could only take it. The warmth of the bath and the heat of the cocks inside her created a humid, suffocating prison.
"Turn her," the Count said.
They pulled her off the Lord’s cock. SKHLRK—seed poured into the bath water, clouding it white. They bent her over the rim of the tub. Her face pressed against the cold marble. Her ass was up. The water dripped from her thighs.
The Count took her ass.
He did not prepare her. He pushed. The gaped ring accepted him with a wet, sucking sound. The walls were raw. She screamed into the marble.
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
The Baron took her mouth.
He stood in front of her, water dripping from his hairy belly. He gripped her jaw. He pushed into her throat. The angle was downward. The gagging was immediate. The Baron groaned.
"Glk~!! Mmgh~!! Ngh~!! Hngh~!!"
The Prince and the Lord took her hands.
They wrapped her fingers around their cocks. They moved her arms. They used her as a double sleeve. Four men. All holes. All hands. The bath water was cold and hot and the steam was thick and the smell was overwhelming.
"Please—" she gasped when the Baron pulled out. "Please— no more— I am clean— I am clean now— please stop—"
"Clean?" The Prince laughed. He gripped her hair. He pulled her head back. "You will never be clean. You are marked. You are ruined. You are a noble’s cumdump. Even if you wash for a year, you will still smell like our cocks."
He kissed her.
It was not a kiss. It was an invasion. His tongue pushed into her mouth. He sucked the Baron’s residue from her lips. He bit her tongue. He pulled back and spat in her face.
"Now," he said. "Back to the bed. The final round."
They dragged her out.
The water streamed from her body. She slipped on the marble. They did not care. They pulled her by the hair, by the wrists, by the ankles. They threw her back onto the bed.
The white cushions were cold now. Wet. Stained. She landed on her back. Her legs fell open. Her body was a ruin of bruises and bites and the swollen, darkened evidence of six hours.
The four men climbed onto the bed.
They surrounded her. The Prince knelt between her legs. The Baron at her head. The Count and the Lord on either side. The Prince positioned his cock. He pushed into her cunt.
SKHLRK—
"AAAAAANGHH~!!"
The Baron pushed into her mouth.
SKHLRK—
"MMMPH~!!"
The Count and the Lord leaned over. They took her tits. They kissed her neck. They bit her shoulders. They pinched her nipples. The four men moved in rhythm.
PAH PAH PAH—
"MMMMNGH~!! NGH~!! HNGHH~!!"
They came together.
The Prince flooded her womb. The Baron choked her with his seed. The Count and the Lord painted her tits with thick ropes. They collapsed. The four fat bodies fell around her. They gasped. They panted. Their bellies heaved.
She lay beneath them.
Covered. Filled. Drowned in their fluids. Her eyes were open. She was not seeing. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate breaths.
"Get up," the Prince gasped. He rolled off her. "The last tablet. The last one."
The Count reached into his robe. He pulled out the final vial. The last aphrodisiac. He drank half. He passed it. The Prince drank. The Baron. The Lord. The final burn of the drug hit their blood. Their cocks, red and raw and spent, stirred again.
"One more time," the Prince said. His voice was a phlegmy rasp. "The last time. Make it count."
They dragged her to the center of the bed.
They pulled her up. They forced her to her hands and knees. Her face pressed into the pillow. Her ass was up. Her swollen cunt was visible. Her gaped anal was visible. The seed poured from both holes in a steady, thick stream.
"Doggy," the Baron said. "The bitch takes it like a dog. She is an animal. She fucks like a dog."
The Prince positioned himself behind her.
He gripped her hips. His fat fingers sank into the bruised flesh. He pressed the head of his cock against her cunt. He pushed.
SKHLRK—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
He entered her. All the way. Twelve inches of renewed, drugged, brutal cock. He filled her womb. Her belly bulged. He gripped her waist and began to fuck.
PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"