Brace yourself, and try not to break
From Create Your Own Story
No, you have to remain strong. If not for yourself, for Miranda and Isabelle, so that they will know that you are truly sorry for what you did to them. If you could receive their forgiveness, then all this pain and torture will be worth it.
It's then that all three minotaurs give you one last thrust, and roar as each unloads their five years worth of pent up cum inside you. Your belly nearly bursts from the amount they pour in you, making you look nine months pregnant with quintuplets. Gallon after gallon is poured into your womb, bowels and stomach. You're so full you feel like a balloon overfilled with water.
After unloading every drop, all three beasts pull out of you, and nearly all the cum inside you spews out, entirely covering the rooms floor. You twitch repeatedly, and pray that the beasts are done now. You slowly roll on your back, every inch of your body covered in gooey cum, more oozing out of your pussy, ass and mouth. You never though you'd ever see so much cum in your life.
You look up at the three women smirking at you. You vomit up some more cum, and beg, "P... p-please... I... I'm... s... s-sorry..."
They genuinely look surprised by your words. But then the witch stands and chuckles. "Not nearly sorry enough, I'm afraid. Once the minotaurs have had their way with you for a week, if you can still form a sentence, then I'll consider your apology."
With that, the witch, Isabelle and Miranda all leave, and the minotaurs take you again. They fuck you nonstop for who knows how long. You lost all sense of time by the third round. But eventually, they stop and go to sleep, leaving you covered in cum, splayed out on top of the stone block. The floor nearly has a half foot of cum covering it. You've taken several baths in it.
You barely remember who you are, your past life feels more like a dream than anything. But then you hear the cell door open and someone walk in. You think it's more minotaurs, and instinctively spread your legs for them.
"They really did a number on you, didn't they?" a vaguely familiar voice says.
Your gaze is lifted, cum dripping from your chin and mouth, and your eyes vacant. You recognize this woman though, you think her name is Isabelle. Though you don't remember, you feel like you did something wrong to her, and say, "I... I'm... sorry."
You then black out.
- You wake up all clean, and in a comfortable bed, with Isabelle
- You wake up all clean, and in a comfortable bed, with Miranda
- You wake up all clean, and in a comfortable bed, with the witch
- You wake up all clean, and in a comfortable bed, with the minotaurs
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny, female orc | Equipment:
naked, jewelry |
| Experience | nearly broken | |
| HP | 2 | |
