There was no indication that the social contracts had ended and lawlessness began. At first, it was only a creeping suspicion, paired with the Mardi Gras-esque celebration of its residence in these city streets. No one warned me what I was getting into when I passed the invisible threshold. There should have been a guard or something to keep the rabble like myself out.

I am rabble, I will admit. There’s nothing special about me. I wasn’t born rich and I don’t have connections or insane talent that might grant me access to a place like this, not like I wanted to be here. Nor was I a great and innocent beauty the likes of which I had to wade through just to find my way back.

Truly, my arrival was a mistake.

Before I could turn my car around and leave, the celebrations had become thick on the streets, so thick, I was forced to park my hunk-a-junk and hoof it to find somewhere to stay, if I could. I was largely ignored by the passerby, finding it strange that one woman had her breasts exposed, with another woman neck deep in them while several men watched. I averted my gaze and continued, content with the fact that it was an anomaly.

My first stop was a convenience store, or what must have been a convenience store at one time. Rather than a pay counter and an underpaid employee, two individuals, a man and a woman, almost entirely naked, danced for a small gathering of hungry-eyed old men. I might’ve considered that I stepped into a strip club by accident. I was only searching for someone to answer my questions, so when all their heads turned towards me, I froze.

Two individuals came in behind me, loud and angry. Hands shoved me aside and into a display of dusty sunglasses, while the new arrivals ran their mouths at the strange crowd. One of them had a gun. Bullets exploded from his AK and mowed down both the entertainers and the entertained equally. The assailants laughed among themselves as their victims fell. But the worst part was, though I was a third-party spectator to this slaughter, was the look on the woman’s face. She’d not feared the shooters, but donned a great sadness as bullets ripped her bare chest open.

The tip of the hot rifle seared my throat, and the assailant asked, “Player or toy?”

Tears had formed. I didn’t know what to say. What sort of question was that? How could they kill with impunity? I tried to stutter out an answer, my limbs shaking, likely bleeding from my elbow where I’d landed, and unable to muster a coherent sentence.

Before the assailant decided what I was, his grinning buddy clapped him on the shoulder. “Not a toy yet, motha’ fucka’. Let’s roll.”

The burn of the gun was gone, and so were the assailants.

I rose to my knees on trembling limbs, averting my eyes from their destruction. I found myself out on the street once more, this time, with blood on my conscience.

But the world outside was the same as I’d left it. It seemed as if no one had heard the gun go off, or didn’t care. The shock of the murders drove me to the safest looking building on the block. It was tall and new, with a garage at the highest level.

When I entered, still shaking, men in suits shouldered by me, offering accusing looks as they passed. People in brilliant costumes and beautiful gowns, or nothing at all, also passed without acknowledgement. And at the center, there were two women that looked about as bored as secretaries should be.

They screamed normalcy in a world tilted upside down.

Even as I approached, they reeked of supreme disinterest at my existence. That also felt normal. My voice was thick with tears when I spoke. “Hello, please, you have to help me. There- there was a shooting right outside.”

The first defining moment was the lack of change in her expression. It shook me almost worse than the massacre itself. “The cleaners are already on it,” she said, waving me as if I were a pest. “If this is your first time here, why don’t you have an escort?”

“E-escort?”

She rolled her eyes and issued a disgusted scoff. “Yes, an escort. Jesus, these newbies can be fucking slow, huh?”

Her partner laughed even as she picked up a phone to rectify my situation. “Thanks, Leon,” she said, offering me the same dismissive annoyance. “One’ll be out in a minute.”

I was stunned again by the harsh language by such a professional woman, as well as their offhanded reference to a ‘cleaner’. At that moment, I was beginning to understand the gravity of the situation, but not entirely so. I still clung to the doubt that I was dreaming, or I’d fallen into an alternate reality, because the reality I knew would never allow for such baseless chaos to flourish.

A dark man in a dark suit stepped out from a side door and came straight to me. “Good evening. They told me you needed an escort.”

I glanced in the secretary’s direction, was staunchly ignored, and turned back to my ‘escort’. “I- um. I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.”

He offered a generous smile, flashing beautiful teeth. “Let’s get you sorted out. Is this your first time? Perhaps you got separated from your group?”

“A-are you Leon?”
“Rich, actually. It’s a pleasure to meet you…” He waved a hand for me to introduce myself.

“Beth,” I said out of entrenched propriety. “Where- am I?”

“It’ll probably be best if I show you.” Rich held the byzantine glass door for me, stalling the traffic. “What have you seen so far?”

My core was growing cold from witnessing a slaughter, so I told him that, as coherently as my stuttering, shivering body could. Even as I spoke, I heard the scream of a woman in pain. Laughter from several men followed.

My escort ignored it. “It’s an uncommon fetish, to be certain. We don’t often get guests with that sort of demand, but it’s not unheard of. What about you? What gets you off?”

The remaining heat drained from my face. “Get’s me- off?”

“Sure, that’s why you’re here, right?”
“No, I- I took a wrong turn. I’m not… I’m not part of this.”

Rich’s smile broadened. “That’s alright. You’re here now. We just have to figure out now if you’re a player or a toy.”

“What- what does that mean?”

“It means,” he said, guiding me through the thickening crowd on the sidewalk. “-that we need to know how much social capital you have, and where that puts you on the scale. Players get their pick of the toys available to them, to do with whatever they want. If you’ve got enough social capital, or at least someone with enough to vouch for you, then you can have your pick of whomever interests you, barring other players, of course.” The devil smiled at me through Rich, polite and genteel, without the slightest trace of malice.

I stopped in my tracks.

He cocked a brow. “What’s wrong, Beth?”

My stutter arrived again. “I- I can’t- this isn’t- I’m not a-”

“It’s alright,” Rich said, rubbing my back. “No one is allowed to touch you with me here. We’ll get you sorted and you can be on your way after the crowd dissipates.”

Social capital. Those words clung to me as he led me through the crowd onto a less populated walk. Buildings were erected for the sole purpose of pleasure or pain or whatever sick games these people were interested in. I hadn’t yet come to terms with the notion that someone had gotten their rocks off by gunning people — toys — down.

The whole system hinged on this ‘social capital’, I quickly learned.

“Here we are.” He held another door for me, leading to a quiet buffet room with only three patrons gorging themselves in the far corners of the establishment. He sat my stunned ass down with all the gentlemanly airs one would expect from a dedicated manservant. “Help yourself to the food. There’s no charge here.”

My gut shriveled, and I couldn’t imagine eating anything. “What about the- the social- thing?”

“They’re already working on it. The moment you came into the city, we got a profile for you. We just have to wait it out and see what the results are. Please,” he said, signaling to the menu. “-order whatever you’d like.”

Cautiously, I picked up the menu. The words made sense individually, but my fright leaded my brain so it slogged through the words until true horror pierced me. There were things on that menu I would never repeat, the stuff of my nightmares even now. With my senses heightened in fear, I began to notice, too, that the patrons were feasting on those very same dishes.

I threw my chair back and stood, wavering, resisting the urge to vomit.

Rich stood, too, snatching up the menu and hailing down a black-suited waitress. “Ah, I’m so sorry. You should’ve only seen the clean menu. Here,” he said, offering me the new menu the waitress had brought. “These should look more familiar.”

I gripped the back of the chair with white knuckles, taking in shallow breaths. How could I eat anything after seeing such monstrous culinary creations? Evil was the only word for it. I shook my head at Rich when he insisted.

All I knew was I needed to get out of here. Soon.

But I didn’t even have time to plan my escape when the restaurant door flew open, and an entourage of men entered. They were all in suits, some more generously built than others. All but one, who headed the group with a keen eye and a commanding presence. Even the gorging cannibals looked up from their plates to gape.

I was the only anomaly, so it followed that his gaze landed on me, first. Bright curiosity illuminated his green eyes, a hard edge, like a knife, cut through me as if I’d been dissected for his viewing alone. Then the gaze passed on, and I was left gutted and speechless.

Rich kept apologizing over the menu. He’d seen the newcomers, certainly, but his only focus was me. I couldn’t hear him but for the fact that the head suit had done all but skewered me in front of everyone. At that point, I was content to find my car and weep until I could drive out of here.

In the course of thirty minutes, I’d seen murder and rape and cannibalism and events that are still locked away in my mind, never to be thought of again. I know I simply won’t be able to handle the remembrance.

Rich seated me again, promising that the food would be properly prepared and not… contaminated… with the other dishes being made. He insisted, likely trying to delay me from bolting from the establishment.

One of the patrons that had been here when we arrived stood from his plate and ambled over to us. He was massive, overfilling his custom-made britches, and I knew the red stain on his shirt was not ketchup. “Player or toy?” he asked with a grin.

“It’s to be decided, sir,” Rich said in my defense. “You’ll have to choose someone else.”

“Looks like a toy to me.” The big man grabbed me by the arm and dragged me against his fleshy stomach. Another fat hand found my hair and yanked my head back, so I was forced to look at him. “Got some good meat on those bones, princess. You know they have ovens back there big enough to fit a hog? Ever been bound and gagged? I swear it’s a heap of fun. For me, at least.”

Rich put a hand on his arm. “Sir. She’s not fair game yet.”

A surprisingly quick, fat elbow connected with Rich’s jaw, sending him reeling back, though he popped back up right away and tried to disengage the cannibal.

My breath was coming fast now, trapped in this cannibal’s arms. He shoved me to the table and put all his weight on me, slamming his oversized lips against mine as if to suck the life out of me. I writhed ineffectually as he made a mockery of the kiss, his hot meaty breath rising the bile in my throat.

Somehow, he managed to turn me round under his weight, ripping my clothes off in great tears. Other patrons, especially the new group, were watching the spectacle with different shades of interest. Rich’s protests were ignored by the patron, who was using my own shredded clothes to bind me, squeezing my flesh painfully until I was curled into a naked ball on the table, unable to squirm at all. Tears blinded me, and I wondered if this was it.

A fat hand clapped my bare ass, while fingers delved inside me without regard to my muffled cries.

“This is entirely inappropriate, sir!” Rich kept on, but the patron wasn’t listening.

“Inappropriate, my ass,” he said, shoving a third finger deep inside me, jamming irreverently. “She’s a toy, plain as fuckin’ day. And I want ’em soft when they go in the oven, or it ruins the meat.”

He’s done this before, I thought in horror, remembering the sad resignation on the woman’s face who was gunned down. They knew. They all knew their fates. These ‘toys’ with little social capital, and no one to vouch for them.

I couldn’t stop a moan when he stuck a finger in my second hole, hating this wretched cannibal and his greed that demanded my life. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to no one at all to be saved from this sheer human evil.

A commanding tone broke the man’s rhythmic violation of me. “You’re impeding on my guest.”

The cannibal withdrew. “And who the fuck are-”

A blast exploded, and something big hit the floor. My core throbbed where his fingers had been, my skin icy where his sweat was still cooling. When a hand touched me, I jumped, even in my bound state, and let out a muffled cry. “Calm, pet. I wasn’t going to let that insipid glutton eat you.”

Tears of relief and fright slid down my cheek, and I opened my eyes to see a face I recognized from the group of newcomers. The green-eyed man that had stunned me with his gaze alone.

“I’m sorry sir,” Rich said, brushing down his suit. “She’s still not decided either way.”

“I’ll take it from here, Richard. Thank you.”

My bindings were cut and my miserable body was released. I ripped the gag off and sucked in a fresh breath, realizing I was seated entirely naked on the table. Some of the patrons still stared. The cannibal was lying facedown on a growing pool of blood.

Rich offered a polite nod and left me with the player.

He’d saved me for his own lecherous interests, I was certain of it. I cupped my breasts for modesty’s sake and hung my head. “I didn’t mean to- to come here. It was an accident. Please,” I begged, daring to meet his gaze. “I just want to leave. I won’t say anything.”

The green-eyed man offered a humored smile. “It was ridiculous for your escort to bring you to this venue, of all places. The patrons don’t often have self-control, which is why they’re here. Come,” he said, shrugging off his dark jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I doubt being eaten is at the top of your list of fetishes.” He helped me step down from the table, and I avoided the cannibal’s corpse on tiptoe. “I take it this is your first time here?”

My core quaked, and I couldn’t speak.

“You’ve had a fright. Likely a few. Let’s get you somewhere comfortable.”

His entourage followed us out of the establishment. The crowd parted for him, eyeing me with more curiosity than before. Some ogled at my nudity, others offered looks of pity or resignation. When my ankle failed me, I was scooped up into his arms.

It gave me time to wipe my eyes and assess the danger I was in. Rich was gone, my only advocate in this bastardized getaway, and I still didn’t know what my social capital was.

Due to the trauma, my brain began to shut down. And by shut down I mean a great gap of time disappeared from my memory. Through the haze of trauma, I distantly recalled being lowered into warm water, accompanied by several sets of hands that scrubbed and caressed me. The moans were those of women, their gaze fixated on me alone.

I came-to as they were drying me off with the same consideration they’d scrubbed. They revered my body as if theirs weren’t superior in every way, expertly teasing my kinky hair into something that didn’t resemble a bee’s nest. I lost myself to their touch. That player was around, certainly, but after a time I couldn’t care, my body surging in response to their tender handling.

A mouth found mine. This one soft and welcome compared to the cannibal’s wretched kiss. It was a male’s sigh that I inhaled but when I opened my eyes, his were nut brown, not the piercing green I’d recognize, even then.

A hand slipped between my legs, one that did not belong to the man kissing me. It was a woman’s delicate touch as she found me already wet. I bucked against the sensation, murmured laughter growing around me as bathers ogled and fondled me.

Brown-eyes broke from the kiss, only to be replaced by one of the females. Her golden skin pressed against mine as she claimed my mouth. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever tasted, tender yet fierce in its insistence. Someone else pressed their mouth to my sex, forcing a gasp from me. I surged again, only to be caught by several hands, and I wasn’t on the silk sheets any longer.

There was flesh behind, below, and above me. I lost myself again, though this time to the greatest of ecstasies. I bit my lip when I came, my core clenching of its own volition. I’d nearly forgotten the chaos that raged outside, focused only on these reverent lovers. I didn’t even know their names.

Even as I lay in their embrace, sweating and panting, no one had entered me. I’d not once felt the press of a man’s cock against me, as if this were merely a warm-up to some main event. My eyes fluttered as I realized the green-eyed man had abandoned me with these insatiable, beautiful people. I was a knockoff among the genuine articles.

Someone caught my earlobe between their teeth, someone else ran their nails down my thighs, my body flaring with the heightened sensations. And simultaneously I wished to be released from them, while my body demanded more.

But rather than rubbing me to finish, the hoisted me up so I was vertical for the first time in hours. Those reverent hands held and cupped and groped, and bindings lashed my wrists, their velvet interior holding gently and securely. I didn’t have the mind to argue this, thinking, perhaps, that this was only another step in their game.

Then the hands were gone, and cool air caressed me, instead. I opened my eyes to find myself alone in a dim, richly decorated room. Furs were scattered on the ground below me but otherwise, the place was empty. I tugged on the bindings, and for the first time since regaining consciousness, fear trickled in. However horrid the cannibal had been, the green-eyed man had incredible influence, which made him that much more dangerous.

When a door behind me opened, I was already weeping.

I squeezed my knees shut against an impending intrusion, but found my womanhood enflamed with the prior passion, throbbing hard between my clenched thighs. I bit back a moan.

The door closed.

I hoped they’d taken one look and left. I couldn’t stand the thought of someone watching me while I was hung on display like this, entirely at their mercy. I lowered my head and listened. Even if I cried out for help, I would not get it. I was frightened, not stupid.

There was nothing but silence.

I let out a quiet breath, forcing my wild heart to slow. I’d forgotten why I was passing through this city at all in the heat of my trauma and passion.

“Perfect,” a voice resonated from behind me. “But I already knew that.”

My heart sank with dread, the heat leaving my face. I rioted against the bindings anew. “Let me go!”

Hands caught me, stilling my pointless struggle, then wandered to my breasts, giving them a generous squeeze. His heady musk rolled over my shoulder as he spoke. “How did you enjoy the bath?”

I shook my head, then shook it again. No words.

A chuckle, another squeeze, and the heat of his body was against my bare back. “You’re a toy according to your profile, pet. And you know what that means.”

Resignation found me upon hearing the word ‘toy’.

“That means,” he continued, catching my jaw and tilting my head to the side, so that he had access to my cheek. “-you’re lucky I pulled you off the street before someone else got their hands on you. Like the cannibal.” He kissed my jaw gently.

I couldn’t believe the gesture. I was strung up, moistened and tenderized for him. There was no way he intended on inflicting any less harm than the cannibal.

“-though it was quite entertaining to see you bound.” His fingers traced the hollow of my stomach and down, to the crests of my hips. “So helpless, so vulnerable. I couldn’t let you be slaughtered for someone else’s appetite.”

What he didn’t say spoke volumes. Fresh tears escaped me.

A hot tongue traced my cheek, catching my saline misery. “Shh, hush now. Don’t cry, pet. You’re in good hands, here.” He released me, and I thought it was the end of it, until he came back with more bindings.

He caught my ankles with ease and hoisted them up to my chest, binding them securely so I was curled into a ball, my backend exposed entirely to him.

“It wasn’t an accident, you being here,” he said as he worked. “Sometimes, all it takes is a few phone calls, and your quarry falls straight into your lap.” I felt the press of his clothed crotch against my bare ass. He was hard already, likely getting off on frightening me. I gasped again. The green-eyed man released me and came around to face me, considering his work with a smile. “All in good time.”

My lips trembled as I spoke. “I don’t- want this.”
“No? I have seven toys that would say otherwise.” I dropped my head again but he tilted it up with a finger under my chin. “If you check out, I’m happy to deliver you straight back to the kitchens. You can be the main entrée for tonight’s celebration, or you can suffer me.” His mouth turned down. “What’ll it be, pet?”

I found his eyes full and expectant; I had to look away before he cut me with his gaze. “You’re a player, then?”

“No,” he said through tightened lips, rousing me from my resignation. “I am the game master. I built this hidden oasis from the ground, up.”

Dreaded realization coursed through me that the man who would dictate my life and death in this hellhole was the very man that had created this hellhole to begin with. All the crimes I’d witnessed were only possible because of him.

The realization set my knees to quivering against my chest. “What are you going to do with me?”

“So many, many things, pet,” he said, thoughtfully stroking the line of my neck. “And perhaps, if I enjoy you as much as you enjoyed my pets, you’ll have one very influential patron to vouch for your social capital.”

My eyes cracked open at the offer, considering that I might actually survive him.

“If you survive, of course,” he said as if reading my mind. “Some of my interests are… rather more fatal than others. Such as this one.” He pulled a revolver from his waist and spun the cylinder, then aimed it at my face.

I stared into the barrel as his finger depressed the lever and sucked in what I thought was my very last breath on this earth. A resounding click made me flinch, but my face was still intact.

“How fortunate.” His grin made me tremble harder. “There was only one empty chamber in the cylinder, which happens to be lodged in a dead man’s skull at the moment. Saved twice by the same bullet. You are lucky, pet.”

Bound and beyond frightened, my bladder released. The heat of shame mounted as my urine soaked into the furs below. My green-eyed captor watched the stream with mild amusement, and without a word from him, the door opened again.

People in black suits dragged the mess out of the room and replaced it before leaving in utter silence. “Considering the circumstances, I’ll let this one slide but next time, you’re cleaning the mess up with your tongue. Do you understand?”

When I didn’t answer, he grabbed my hair in a vise and forced me to look at him. “I asked you a question, pet.”

“Yes!” I cried, the bindings cutting into my skin and numbing my feet.

“Good,” he said, grabbing the rope suspending me and yanking, hard. I hit the ground on my side, still bound and squirming like a larva against the fresh furs. He was over me in an instant. “Now, tell me honestly: what is your deepest, darkest desire?”

I took a tremulous breath. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. It’s that one thing you banish from your mind when it rises to be acknowledged. You know it well, and you avoid it for the sake of propriety. It is a dark blight in your mind when you come across it, and you hate it, loathe it, because it exposes the true makings of the creature that is Beth.” He’d grown close, so that his breath flitted in my ear. “You don’t have to hate it, here. You don’t have to loathe yourself for the darkness that you crave. Tell me, pet, what is that thing that haunts your dreams?”

I wanted to deny his words and tell him he was a goddamned liar. But the rage only highlighted the very thing he meant. My defensive shell was wrapped tightly around a concept I’d done well to smother. He was right, there was something there. Something I’d never dared utter. Until now. “It’s- not possible.”

“There are few impossible things in this city. Say it, and I will determine what is possible.”

Between the warming furs and the press of his body, I was pinned.

“I don’t- want to die.”

“You haven’t answered,” he said, nuzzling my neck.

I took another cautious breath and squeezed my eyes shut. “I want- to be skewered.”

He paused in his teasing. “That is all?”

“N- not by a cock. I-” Words failed me. What a laughable fetish mine was. How could I articulate such a biological impossibility, if I wanted to live, that was.

“Say what it is you are withholding,” he said with a growl.

On a rushed breath, I said it. “I want to be impaled! I want my body to be worn like a fucking condom and filled to the brim.” It sounded so stupid aloud. I hated myself for giving into his demands and burned to be free of this whole laughable situation. Either he was going to mock me for it, or pike me up on a stick like Vlad the Impaler. But there was a great release inside me, like I’d let go of something hateful and wrong by merely uttering it.

More tears came, but these were strictly of relief.

“How hard was that?” he asked, tucking my wild curls behind one ear. “It feels good to be whole, doesn’t it? When you deny a part of yourself, you are ripping yourself to pieces by imposing society’s rules onto your psyche. Now, on the note of impossibility, it is not so impossible as you think, pet.”

“I don’t want to-”

“Die, I know,” he finished, stroking my back. “Some of the features in this city can be found nowhere else in the world. Or, at least, nowhere any human has dared to venture. I have one particular feature that would very much like to get acquainted with you, if this is your true desire.”

I was afraid to agree. What sort of ‘feature’ could grant me my wildest fetish without killing me? Or was this a trick to sign away my life?

He thumbed my cheekbone. “Would you like that, pet?”

“It won’t kill me?”

His smile widened as he gazed at me with incredible tenderness. “No.”

I bit my lip, my brows knitting together as I nodded. Could I actually obtain my deepest desire in this life? Was it possible? And could I believe him? “What do you want from me?”

“Who is to say I won’t get what I want, first?”

I swallowed, hard. “What is it that you want?”

“You,” he said simply. “I want you to scream for me in primeval ecstasy, to bend to my every whim and give me all that you are, Elizabeth Sandstrom, and I will give you everything you’ve ever desired, my lucky little bauble.”

My voice was hoarse, unconvincing. “Let me out of these bindings and I will.”

His grin exposed horribly charming dimples in his cheeks. “Not yet. But I promise you won’t regret it.” He caught my hips and righted me, so my face was pressed into the furs and my ass raised high. His touch was gone and he tinkered with something behind him, then the heat of him returned. Fingers teased open my lips and I whined as I felt something bulbous hard — not a cock — press against my hole. “While you wait for your own treatment, this will keep you satiated.” He twisted and rammed, bottoming me out.

I choked at the sudden fullness, my body clenching around it.

A finger rimmed my second hole, then a tongue.

Despite the bath, I felt dirty, unclean, but this glorious sensation bloomed inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head. Hands caught my cheeks and spread them wider, and I surrendered to him.

Another pair of hands found my face and tilted my head up so that I was looking into those green eyes. I realized with dull delay that it was not the he who’d subjected himself to priming my second hole, but another toy.

The green-eyed man was smiling down at me again, this time, he was naked, his cock standing at attention. I tried to squirm away as he jammed my face down on the thing, filling me to gagging. He left it in my throat so that I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t object.

That’s when the tongue slid inside me, and I jolted further onto the cock.

He issued a hiss as he allowed my throat to riot around his dick, while I slowly lost air. When it hit a critical moment, he tore me off, and I gasped for a fresh breath. The toy behind me relinquished my ass to positioning himself for entry. I’d claimed to have wanted much more than this, and steeled myself for the coming battery.

My asshole clenched as he pressed against it, but I didn’t have time to object as my mouth was occupied by that demanding cock, and they entered me simultaneously. I was pumped hard, my body bending to their insistent strokes. Whatever filled my vagina was battered by the toy’s cock, and the twin sensation only served to make me drool all over the cock in my mouth.

A third party strapped something around my chest and pelvis, and I was lifted off the furs and suspended, their cocks never slowing in their claiming of me.

Something changed in the pace of the green-eyed man, and a growl escaped him as he caught my hair again, jamming me mercilessly to the hilt. Tears escaped me as he exploded in my throat, forcing me to accept his seed. The toy behind me diligently stuffed my ass with all of him, securing me around the game master’s long cock as it twinged with the last of his release.

He relinquished my head and I let it drop, even as the toy continued his battery of my asshole. I was alone with the sensation for some time, reveling in the act of being stuffed. He’d already come, what more could there be?

“If you’re to meet your new friend, this evening, it’ll be imperative that you’re… loosened up a bit.” His voice was behind me somewhere. “Hold steady, pet.”

The toy behind me eased on his thrusts, and another tip pressed against my asshole, so that they were along side each other. I realized only too late what he meant. “Noo!” A gasp caught in my throat as they delved in together, spreading me wide. My eyes bulged with the sensation, realizing my body hadn’t broken, but molded itself to their shared thickness.

Another toy nudged a cock in my face, and another. They fought over access to my mouth, delving deep before ripping me off only to be filled again. I could only close my eyes as I was greedily taken by more than I could handle. Hands secured my hips, dragging me backwards as they shoved in tandem. I screamed on a cock, and then caught air long enough to be skewered again.

One of the men in front grabbed my hair and jammed me down to accept another load, while they spread my asshole wide with their twin thrustings. When I was released, I gagged on his cum while the other took the reigns and jammed in.

They sped up their pace and simultaneously came inside of me, thrusting as if to breach my innards. The cock in my mouth jammed me against them harder, so I was pinned, entirely helpless as they took what they wanted from me.

The cocks inside me softened, all but the one in my mouth. This toy was determined to get off inside me, spurned by the other’s release. He yanked my bindings so they forced me to sway into his cock until he reached that peak, groaning out his appreciation for my battered throat.

I gagged when they released me, dripping from both ends.

Women were there to clean me, to kiss me, to lap up the spare cum leaking from me. I lost myself in a sweet kiss, recognizing the taste. The green-eyed man was gone, as far as I could tell. He’d come inside me twice, and if he could do more than that in the course of an hour, I didn’t figure him to be human. Perhaps I’d paid the price of my fetish. I hoped I’d paid the price.

Someone wiggled the dildo from my furious vagina, still throbbing for more while my asshole burned from the violent entry. It, too, was lapped clean by diligent tongues. I was beyond rational questions at this point, satisfied not to be pummeled by a quartet of merciless cocks. They could stick their damned tongues wherever they liked.

Exhaustion found me, even as I was gently lowered to the floor, my body freed from the bindings. I went limp, teasing the fur with lazy fingers. My skin was slick in the cool air, and my breath came slower with each passing minute.

This wasn’t so bad, I had to admit.

Even their rough handling was closer to my ‘deepest desire’ than anything I’d ever experienced. The toys were unyielding yet fastidious, every need managed, every act considered. I don’t know how long I lay in that room, caressed by tongue and cloth until I was clean again. In this sensuous moment, they fed me and offered fluids for me to drink, massaging out the binding marks along my skin and the muscles beneath. I could do nothing but allow them to work. And they loved me, as I’d never known love before. They cherished and adored my body in little whispers and compliments, though I knew it was nothing to admire.

The water must have been drugged because after that, the world dropped into a haze of carnal pleasures and murmurs of assent. I found myself kissing the golden beauty again, her generous gaze only reassuring me that all was right, and that I was loved.

When the green-eyed man returned, his gaze was dark. “Is she ready?”

“Yes,” one of them said after releasing my nipple from their hot mouth. “She’s agreeable.”

“Good.” He stood over me as the others took their leave, fully clothed with something cupped between his hands. “I’ll have my way with you yet, but I wanted to offer you a sample of your reward, first.” He lowered himself between my knees, still cupping whatever he held. I could barely lift my head to watch as he lowered it to my womanhood.

There was a twinge against my lips, as if something had pierced me and held. Something autonomous, thick and slimy flexed and delved in as the green-eyed man watched with fascination. I went rigid as it swelled, wriggling up and up, until the pressure against my cervix was too much, and it gave to that squirming thing. When it throbbed, I throbbed, offering a cry as it coiled in my organ to roost. I gritted my teeth from the pleasure of it. “W- what is that?”

“There is no name for what it is.” He pressed a hand to my stomach, making the thing writhe within me. “But they get bigger. The one you’ll meet tonight will have ample enough appendages for you, long enough, I daresay, to impale your beautiful body exactly as you crave.”

I threw my head to the side as it discovered my center and flexed against it, making me leak. Hands caught my feverish face, and a mouth found mine. The green-eyed man sucked in my lower lip and bit down, causing me to flinch, which caused the thing inside me to writhe again. It was a glorious catch-22. When my body protested, it reacted in kind, squirming and hitting that spot deep inside me, making me protest again.

The game master forced me to meet his eye through the haze of paramount satisfaction. “It will stay in you until it can crawl its way out. You will be incubating it for the duration of its immaturity. When it is ready, it will return the favor. Until then,” he said with a grin. “I will be making the most of your glorious body.” He pressed hard on my stomach again, forcing the thing to riot and me to cry out. “Think of it as an express pregnancy.”

The thing writhed again, and I realized it was growing larger. My stomach surged and the muscles tightened, so that I was breathing fast and hard.

He didn’t wait, dragging me down and pressing his clothed crotch against me. “You’re the first willing participant, so give some room for error. I’m 98% sure you’ll survive the birthing process.” His eyes were dark as he threw his pants open and delved into my womanhood, the tightness already too much for me. I bucked to be free but he caught me around the shoulders, jamming me to the hilt.

They both rioted with the sensation of filling me, and I screamed as he said I would.

At this point, I didn’t care that I was some insane test subject for whatever monstrosity he’d put inside me. This was all too good, too wonderful, for me to dissent. He jammed in again, a hot breath escaping him as he pressed our stomachs together, making the tightness unbearable.

I screamed again and threw my head back as he pummeled the thing inside me, which indeed returned the favor to my core. At some point, he levered me up onto his lap and dragged me down, lashing my mouth with his tongue as I squirmed and protested.

My stomach enlarged again, forcing me to exhale.

He noticed, grinning even as he squeezed the bulge of my stomach. “Delightful little creature, isn’t it?” He groaned as if it impeded on his girth. “Ah- spritely urchin. Just like its mother.” He crushed me to his chest as he worked me hard, making me scream again. I panted out a half-spoken plea, and he slowed. “What, pet?”

“H- harder, harder!”

A chuckle reverberated through him. “I’ll show you harder.”

And he did, throwing me to the ground so my enlarged stomach was pressed to the cold tile, jamming in with all the strength in his limbs. If he crushed me right then, I wouldn’t have cared. I couldn’t, drunk on love and lust and that insatiable pressure building inside me. I didn’t know if my body were built for such an unholy birthing, but I would gladly try.

He came to a sort of peak again, grinding me into the tiles as he worked my body to the point of breaking. I couldn’t scream any longer, my throat dry and hoarse from all the effort. I gagged when he came inside me, his groan echoing through the room.

And when he was finished, he knelt over me, panting.

I had a feeling it was done, whatever it was. He’d taken my every hole and made me a very compliant toy. I might have jumped on him again if I’d had the strength to. As it were, I took in one shallow breath after another while my stomach stretched again.

It wasn’t over.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt that formidable thing writhe again, growing and roiling with a new mass that spoke to exponential growth. How much more could I take? How much more could I stand? He wasn’t even sure I’d survive, and that should have filled me with dread, but it didn’t. Instead, I felt a sort of peace, even as the thing made itself known again.

He brushed a stray curl from my mouth. “Would you like to be filled while you wait?”

“Yes,” I said through parched lips. “Yes!”

“Very well.” He stood from me as a host of cocks surrounded me, lifting me between them so I was no longer touching the cool tile. One nudged into my abused ass, another delved into his used hole, and a third rammed into my thirsty mouth, and I was skewered between them. It irritated the growing creature inside me, so it shot an electric sensation down to my toes and up, to the base of my neck. My body was alight with this incredible density. I didn’t know I could accept so much, or that I was so eager to be used.

I was no longer the Beth that had entered this city.

I was something else. A compliant toy, the mother of a monster. That was the deepest sensation as it bucked inside me, its strong muscles stronger still. I knew, somehow, that it loved me, more than any of the toys, more than the game master, himself.

I was its perfect host.

Even as I was pummeled by the many cocks, something broke inside me. In a great egress, the thing coiled and sprang for the exit, alighting a scream from the man fucking my vagina. He ripped away with a dark mass on his cock, which would not unlatch, no matter how he tore at it. The others ignored him and continued working on me. My stomach had deflated to — mostly — its original size as I gasped for air between cocks.

I craned my neck to witness the screaming man, realizing it had overtaken his lower half, and was sucking the man in inch-by-inch, growing itself in the process. When the man’s screams stopped, the oily mass sucked in the last of him, trembled and grew, forming into something tall.

The toys around me did not seem to notice as they were picked off one-by-one, dragged from me screaming, and consumed. The last of the toys, who was blinded by the sensation of my hot mouth, closed his eyes as the massive thing came down on him from above, swallowing him in one bite.

I hit the ground and scrambled to my knees at the foot of this thing. This massive, oily being loomed over me. It did not reach for me with thirsty intent, but motored closer, its undefined features forming and unforming in dark undulations. It had eaten five men, and was all the bigger for it.

Had this thing come out of me?

I stared into its blackness, paralyzed.

Tendrils reached for me, guiding me closer towards that changing flesh. It made a sound, a chittering rumble, and lashed a tendril around my neck. It bowed what could have been its head, and opened its great maw to me. Sheer blackness loomed, and I was certain this was my end.

It took me into its mouth, several of its tongues finding my own mouth and chased each other down my throat. Somehow, I could still breathe by whatever monstrous magic its tendrils allowed as it crawled deeper into my gut. The blackness closed around me, so my upper half was fully submerged. But all I could think about was the delicious coil in my gut, reaching down, down, down, and filling me. Its mouth squeezed tight around me, pressing my arms to my chest. It was sucking on me, I realized as it entered my lower gut, twisting and twining through the impossible angles of my innards.

My body was stretched and filled, bowed so to ease its transition through to my end, finding my hole from the wrong direction.

Then it started to pump.

My eyes bulged with the power of its pressure inside me, warping my insides to accommodate itself in one magnificent thrust after another. The end of the tendril blasted out of my ass and curled before retreating, and I could do nothing but allow it to have its way.

It pulled me further into its mouth, lashing my breasts and my vagina as all but my feet were exposed to the open air. If I had to be eaten, I thought, I’d be happy to go this way.

It had me fully suspended, upside-down inside its mouth. The blood rushed to my face as it lashed my insides, lovingly coiling into that organ that had incubated it. Where it had mercilessly consumed the others, it took its time with me, thanking me, almost, with its many ends. I had given it this strength, this vitality, and it returned the pleasure tenfold.

Its gut pressed around me, so that I was squeezed in the vacuum of its girth. When it had me fully taut, it lashed my insides harder. Another tendril found its way the right direction through my ass, and abraded the other in tandem.

I thought it would never end, and in truth I didn’t want it to.

It continued its glorious assault on my very core, filling me exactly as my body demanded. My occupied throat rioted around the tendril in appreciation. I closed my eyes and was content inside this thing, the way it must have been inside me.

There came a crescendo, a rise in its furious lashings, and something hard pressed against my vagina, something I’d not felt before. It was a fat tendril, much bigger than the others, nosing into me with bulbous insistence.

Even as I was impaled over and over again, I sucked in a breath at this thing entering me. It was three dicks wide, maybe four as it forced its way in, making my bones bend with the pressure. Another tendril plugged my scream completely as it brutally slammed this oversized thing inside me, all the way to my core.

I went limp, even as the tendril released my womanhood, smaller this time. My stomach was bulging with a new occupant, another creature such as this one.

Distantly, I felt the tug on my organs, the easy retreat of its tendrils from my deepest gut. I slid out of its mouth on a current of dark mucus, twitching with deadened satisfaction. It, too, deflated with a chittering growl, coiling a host of lazy tendrils around me as if to claim me and the bulbous thing in my stomach.

I touched the bulge, pressing against it with my palm until it roiled weakly beneath the skin, and smiled.

A dark figure stood over us. “I had a feeling you’d be a perfect match.”

I couldn’t open my eyes, sighing out my response. “You’ve tried it before.”

“Many times,” the game master said. “Not one succeeded. It merely liquified the other women from the inside-out. But this was a success, and I have you to thank. You are a player now, miss Sandstrom, and I leave you in charge of choosing toys to be bred with our mutual friend here.”

Lazy tendrils wrapped around me, as if the thing were subconsciously cuddling me. I nuzzled its strange flesh without a second thought. “To breed?” I asked, stroking my distended stomach. “How will I know which ones will survive?”

“Trial and error, mostly,” he said offhandedly, pacing to the door. His next words were laced with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Enjoy your stay, miss Sandstrom.”

THE END