I was debating whether to call this one "after" or "during". Because it's not over yet. Not by a long, long time. But if I called it during, people might think there's gonna be a third image - sadly, there's not!
I'm so fucking happy I was able to get an alt piece done for this. \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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God just look at all those tally marks... that's something I've always enjoyed, but so many art pieces just skimp out on the tallies with maybe five or ten... screw that, I want her whole body to be covered. And they aren't done! They're gonna run out of space on her to mark before they're done... and whenever the fun eventually stops, she gets to walk home like that! And it'll take a few weeks before it finally washes off, too..
How about a smaller lil' story for this part?
Again and again and again. A male would unload the fertile contents of his balls into her, mark down his "participation", only to be replaced by another. Again. And again. And again. The tide just kept coming, the crowds never ended. Some were rough with her. Others were gentle and loving. All of them emptied their balls into her fertile little womb. No doubt the first boy - the host - had already knocked her up. By now, there's enough virile sperm stuffed inside her that she'll probably still be getting pregnant a month from now. If she's even free by then. This is a test of endurance, after all. And Connie wants those headphones!
"Keep going Connie! Remember, you only get the headphones when we say the game is over!" called the host. She nodded at him, still reeling from an orgasm of her own. She was a naive, dumb little bitch... she didn't really understand the concept of what they were doing to her. She only knew two things. One: Don't quit the game. Two: This game felt good. Over and over the boys orgasmed inside her - and so too, did she. Her legs spasmed and she couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips. The poor girl really was just an oblivious, uneducated moron when it came to sex-ed. She didn't know what an orgasm was. She didn't know what all that milk being stuffed inside her would do. She just knew it felt good - and that she was really hoping they wouldn't announce the end of the game yet.
That hope would certainly be granted. As the hours slipped by, the days and nights moulding into each other. The game still didn't end. She started to forget what time was - the dimming light outside the window, the rising sun, the occassional faint bong of a clock somewhere in the house. It didn't mean anything. Whenever she felt thirsty or hungry, all she had to do was say so - and her mouth would quickly be filled by those warm, twitching sausages from the boys. The ones that made that tasty, addictive milk. She drunk that heavily, even when her thirst or hunger had been satiated.
She's gonna be there for a very, very long time...
I actually think that one was longer. Oh well~
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