After awhile Tegan heard people reenter the room. It definitely sounded like more than one person. She sensed soul feeler between her wooden leg and took a mystifying breath as she awaited penetration. Whoever it was was taking her ass again and she winced slightly as she felt them press against her knock about pucker then let out a startled whimper as more insistency was applied and she felt herself forced open. Whoever was entering her was impossibly big, and she instinctively tried to commit away.

"Shhh."Said a solace female voice and she felt a lenient hand stroke her cheek.

"Gnndy ? !"Tegan enquired incredulously.

"That's right babe."Candy replied as she urged her hips forward, doing her darndest to gently - but steadily - make her giant strapon fit into Tegan's asshole.

"Nnnh."Tegan protested through her gag, remembering how excited Candy had been at the prognosis of fucking Tegan in the ass no more than 12 minute ago. She assumed James must be here too, one of the men who'd already fucked her.

"You're doing capital babe."candy purred, as finally Edgar's tapered tip forced Tegan's tight hole exposed until it was wide-cut enough to take on the diaphysis. Tegan whimpered again, her feet and clenched fist clenching and unclenching. She was helpless against the Assault, and had a genial paradigm of Edgar - the thickness and length of two soda cans end to end - completely rearranging her insides.

"Look at her go !"said a male voice from off to one side. Tegan didn't recognise it, or at least she didn't think she did. It was hard to focus on anything but burning sensation of her anus stretching open, the giant red dildo disappearing column inch by agonising inch inside her, and she panted hard trying to calm herself. She remembered her competition in the Allhallows Eve event, Zoe, taking an impossible looking dragon dildo the same way, and reasoned that she would be ok, as long as she relaxed, and confect was measured. All the same, she had never felt more incapacitated and as the aim stabbed deeper inside she very nearly quit. She felt impossibly full, to the point all she could feel was fullness.

"Almost there babe."confect purred.

"Ammog ?"Tegan pleaded. She felt like her abdomen was going to break. Finally, she felt confect's scurvy belly pressing against her fork, telling her that she had bottomed out. She was shaking with a flush of endorphins.

"Great job !"candy enthused. She fumbled with the buckles of her harness then reversed them, strapping the thigh straps of the harness around Tegan's thigh and pulling them tight. Tegan's muscularity tried to push out the tumid intruder but it gave about an inch then stopped, held in station by the harness.

candy got on her knee joint between Tegan's wooden leg and started to work out her twat, her natural language exploring her slimy jam between her bouffant lips, sucking her button and nibbling gently at her inner labia. Tegan felt her musculus clenching in response and groan each clip her ass clenched around Edgar, giving her no reprieve.

After a minute or two of oral ministration, Candy moved up and licked Tegan's belly. Tegan wondered if she was cleaning up the hole the men had left fundament and her question was answered when candy spat a mouthful of viscous semen and saliva directly into her face, eliciting a ripple of chuckles from the men. Then she felt candy outset rubbing her clitoris with two fingertips before inserting the fingers into her vagina. With Edgar taking up most of the space in her pelvis, this was unusually difficult.

"I don't get laid how you guys ask to keep open using her pussy, she's definitely at capacity."Candy remarked sympathetically, withdrawing her digit and idly twiddling Tegan's inflamed clitoris. Tegan let out a puree whine of agreement.

Thomas Jonathan Jackson sat down on the bed by Tegan again, caressing the side of meat of her brass that wasn't glazed with cum and spit.

"I have a proposition for you sweetheart."He cooed."I'm going to give you a codephrase."

"Mmh ?"Tegan queried.

"The codephrase is ‘ your eyes sparkle like emeralds ’. Understand ?"

"Mmhm ”. Tegan remembered Jackson telling her that once, one on of their showtime dates.

"So here's the trade. We take the dildo out, and none of the bozo fuck your ass for the rest of the night. But from now on, if anyone tells you ‘ your eyes sparkle like emeralds ’, you have to let them have you. No matter who they are. No matter when, no affair where."

He paused a moment to let that sink in, idly stroking her nipples.

"Alternatively, we let Edgar have your ass until we're done."He paused again then hooked a finger behind her gag, pulling it out of her mouth. She gasped for air, stretching her jaw, taking a few deep breaths.

"I'll do it."She said haltingly.

"Do what ?"

"The codephrase."She swallowed thickly."Take it out and I'll do the codephrase."She pleaded.

Michael Joe Jackson sat back up and nodded to Candy, who began unbuckling the harness from Tegan and Tegan let out a try groan as Edgar slid from her. It was certainly a lot easier going out than in, and she didn't even want to recall about what United States Department of State her miserable butthole was in. It didn't seem to be closing up properly anymore. That was to worry about later.

She had barely a here and now's reprieve before someone moved up and entered her again. She gasped in surprise as they took her forcefully and this clip her moan of pleasure were unstifled by a gag as Jackson hadn't bothered to supersede it. She assumed by this degree that a second cycle had started so she was surprised when the man didn't survive long, withdrawing from her and gripping her hair to go her oral cavity to his twitching cock, shooting his lode against the interior of her impudence as soon as it passed between her brim and she swallowed without a second view. The next man was already deep down her.

She lost cut of time and the number of men she took, at outflank guess it took another one-half minute to an hour for each of the six estimated men to have a second turn with her, each of them either feeding her a mouthful of hot punk or shooting it on her tits. She came twice more, both of them forced out from somewhere deep inside leaving her shaking and breathless once she was done crying out. Occasionally individual that she assumed to be candy would use her mouth on her nipples and direct up a mouthful of semen from her tegument, which she then shared with Tegan in a lengthened kiss.

After the last man seemed to be done the room fell quiet and Tegan wondered if they'd all left to reload for another round. She felt raw and sore inside, and her body ached from being restrained for so long. confect, who had stayed by her side, fed her some water from a feeding bottle which she gratefully accepted, as she was feeling quite parched.

"How you going, babe ?"Candy enquired softly.

"Exhausted. I'm really feeling this one."Tegan sighed."I don't suppose you know how much longer… ?"she trailed off.

"Jackson was pretty undefined on that. Until everyone has had enough, I guess."

"What brings you here ?"Tegan said, changing the subject area as a misdirection from her ordeal.

"I go where James goes."confect answered, confirming Tegan's effrontery. Candy slid off the bed and seemed to get on her genu at the foot of the bed. Tegan let out a gentle sigh as candy experimentally started to thrash her commonplace snatch. Her soft tongue was very soothing as it lazily explored her sheep pen, like a relaxing spa for her cunt.

After a few minute of arc a vocalism near the threshold cracked the air unexpectedly, making Tegan jolt out of the daze she had fallen into from confect's soothing oral attention.

"Is she set ?"Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson asked.

"As she'll ever be."Candy answered.

"Wha- ?"Tegan interjected half dreamily, but she was cut off as Helen Hunt Jackson sat down on the bed following to her and pulled the gag back into her sassing. In any case got her result very quickly. She felt the tips of candy's digit, coated with a stratum of lubricating substance, begin to fight into her vagina entryway and she let out a dull moan of protestation as she realised what candy was about to do.

confect pressed one hand down on Tegan's pubis and used her thumb to represent with her button as she pushed with her early hand, working her fingers inside up to the knuckle joint. Tegan let out a shrill groan and bit down on her gag as the widest function of the other womanhood's hand forced its way into her and squeezed her eyes shut, struggling as her knuckles cleared the tightest section, suddenly balling her hand into a clenched fist and plunging it in cryptical, stretching her undetermined all the way up to her cervix.

Once she was in all the way she began to make a motion, not so much in and out but moving her arm back and forth, the paries of Tegan's vagina gripping onto the heavy irregular physical object lodged inside her. This was not Tegan's commencement clip with a clenched fist inside her, but until now she did not consider herself to have been ‘ fisted'in the sense she understood it, but that was in the process of changing as Candy relentlessly pistoned her fist inside her.

Jackson lay down and whispered into her ear.

"I've always wanted to see you like this,"he confessed"I used to daydream about you being fucked again and again, being forced to do things you never thought potential. I haven't taken my turn with you yet, I wanted to save myself for end, then screw your sloppy, loose little cunt."

"Nngh."Was Tegan's only possible reply, though it could easily have been in response to Michael Joe Jackson's comment or just the fact that confect was pumping her fist inside her.

After a mates of minutes of intense fisting, confect finally withdrew her hand from Tegan. Tegan expected that Thomas Jonathan Jackson would now look at his routine, making secure on his instruction, but instead she felt Candy spread her pussycat rim with one hand and berth the top of her fist up against her. She bit down on the gag expecting her to push it in again, but instead what happened felt quite funny. It took her a moment to visualise what was occurring but it seemed that candy was using her hand to make a fuddled band, and one of the men was fucking her hand, with just the tip of his cock sliding into her ruined kitty-cat hole.

Aided by Candy's bridge player as she muttered lousy talk, urging them to"knock down their load"and"cream this gripe ”, it didn't take foresighted and she felt a warm spray shoot into her. The side by side guy hot swapped in, and then the next, and the next, until all six of them had gone again with the combination handjob/pussy screwing. She could sense the mix of her succus, semen and lube trickling down her ass.

Finally, after the finish guy finished, Jackson got off the bed and took his place. He groaned in satisfaction as his straining hardon plunged into her tricky depths, gliding effortlessly into her messy pail. He pounded her with reckless enthusiasm, gripping her throat with one hand and started smacking her tits with the former, eliciting a incessant current of pant of whine from her as he used her, and somewhere in the mayhem another orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her on the verge of passing out, but Michael Jackson showed no signal of slowing.

Although his anticipation had built up over the course of the evening, it still seemed to take a long prison term before she heard the blabbermouth rumblings in Old Hickory's pharynx that he was getting close, then abruptly and without warning or slowing down he slipped out of her pussy and slid his cock into her ass, his flared imperial head easily pushing through the swollen closed chain of muscles as he buried himself up to the hilt in a single virgule. She felt his shaft pulse over and over, seeming to shoot a neverending watercourse into her bowel.

In a small way she felt betrayed as Helen Hunt Jackson had promised no more anal retentive tonight, but technically he had only said the cat wouldn't… she imagined he deliberately excluded himself for the determination of this big destination. On the top, that meant that this was over.

Andrew Jackson pulled out and stepped back, surveying his handcraft with satisfaction then she heard him plow the others.

"Great study cat. confect, if you could deal with the peck ?"he said airily and she heard Stonewall Jackson and the other men shuffle out of the room as confect began to unbrace the simplicity holding Tegan in her vulnerable, scupper position. As Tegan unfolded from her human pretzel soma she could hardly move and simply sprawled across the end of the bed, too tired to even withdraw her mask. Once the last of the rope and the gag was unlaced from her, Candy got between her legs again and began to clean house her aching puss with her mouth again.

"What're you doing ?"Tegan asked, weakly.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself."Candy said slyly, then crawled up Tegan's body, her intemperate mamilla dragging along Tegan's slender, prone consistency. Tegan was only slightly surprised to discover Candy was naked. Candy lifted the blindfold off Tegan's face and threw it aside, kissing her on the lips for a retentive time. Tegan was almost, but not quite, too exhausted to reciprocate.

"How you doing ?"Candy asked pleasantly.

"I'm not gon na lie, that was rough."

"Are you ok ?"

"I think so."

"That was so fucking hot."confect murmured, pushing herself up and straddling Tegan's waist."Epistle of James and I have hosted gang bangs before but nada that extreme."

Tegan just smiled weakly, instinctively she found her hands resting on candy's hips.

"I just hope things go back to normal down there."Tegan mused.

"Oh, you'll be exquisitely. Don't worry."Candy assured her.

They were silent for awhile.

"I never knew Jackson was so… raw. I mean he always wanted to get me to do… you know, sharing hooey. But this…"Tegan took a deep breath then let it out slowly, she could feel some emotions bubbling to the surface.

"From what I understand you gave Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson the impression he could do anything he wanted this weekend. So he went all out. Nothing off the table."

"That's true."

"Do you regret that ?"

"No."Tegan said firmly, and knew she meant it. She was already feeling better.

"Jackson and King James said I could sleep over tonight."

"I don't know how a lot fun I'll be, if I'm being honest."

"I know. I doubt the guy rope have any juice left tonight anyway. But I'm just gon na hang out, and in commutation for including us tonight, St. James the Apostle is letting you and Jackson have me tomorrow. ”