“Yes!” I croaked as Hacksaw gripped my hips in a vice-hold, his hands so large skinny that is thumbs almost connected around the small student of my back. “That was honest,” teen Mistress giggled as she twisted and pulled, stretching my jiggling breasts to conical points, sending wonderful stings into my chest, “do you want Hacksaw to come inside your shithole?” “Yes!” I shrieked as the half-giant’s thrusts became more and more violent, ripping my prolapsed anus from my body with each pull, and forcing it back inside with each impaling thrust, “Yes, I want his seed inside me!” “I don’t know much about the Iona Guard oaths,” Mistress smiled, still twisting and pulling, still torturing me with delightful agony, “but I seem to remember you saying that putting yourself beneath another for pleasure is a big no-no. Hardcore Is enjoying getting gangraped in front of an entire brothel against your rules, or is there an exception to that?” “It is disgraceful!” I shrieked, my chest jutting forward, my hips pushing desperately behind me, trying to take every inch of Hacksaw and Mistress that I could, “I am a disgrace to my order!” “It doesn’t sound like you’re too broken-up about it,” Mistress laughed, torqueing the succulent flesh of breasts into spiraling creases of fat, “why don’t you abandon your honor, cast out your old self, and join me completely? There’s no shame if you have no shame.” “No,” I said, my voice breaking as my climax began to roil in my depths, loosening the taught strings of my sanity, “I will stay myself, and I will save you. I will come back from this.” “There’s no coming back from this.” Mistress said. She released my breasts, wrapped her hands around my throat, and matched Hacksaw’s fervent pace. The two of them tore through my insides with wanton abandon, and I screamed higher and higher, my voice echoing in the brothel over the cheers of my audience. I basked in their attention; spreading my wings wide, arching my back, raising my head to the ceiling as Mistress’s fingers constricted my curved-back throat. Watch me, I thought, much to the dismay of my conscience, fill your eyes with my depravity. I grinded atop Mistress and Hacksaw as I readied the men at my sides, my lustful strokes becoming urgent pulls as the pleasure burned into my mind. My rectum convulsed with spasms, twitching pathetically in its prolapsed state, clinging tightly to the man sodomizing me. My pussy frothed doggystyle around Mistress’s ramming member, my petals glistening and swollen between my legs, my womanly channel clenching with the sporadic jolts of euphoria. The feelings culminated together, expanding within me, growing more and more intense, breaking my body and mind. My eyes rolled back in my head, my tongue hung loosely in my mouth, my body writhed and shifted in simple reaction, no longer controlled by any sort of rationality, but enslaved to the perverse whims of my lust. I may break all of my oaths, I thought, through my screams, through my ecstasy, though my corrupting mind, I may betray everything I stand for, but I will save you, Willowbud. I will find a way. I clung to that thought as I abandoned the vows of my order, and gave in to the depravity of my flesh. Only for now, I told myself, you will come back to yourself after this is over; you haven’t changed. See, way I figured it is that if she was silent because of pain, I didn’t want to establish a connection with her only to find out a trap had been sprung and she was being killed. “I’ll be 18 in a skinny few months but I can’t wait” I told her, “I want birth control now.” We did make a vow the first chance we got today we would give them the violation they deserved. She was gagging on occasion and heavy snotty drool was running out of her mouth and covering daddy's cock and balls with a thick slime. “oh yeah. If it were only unfair to you, I’d do it.” he pointed teen out seriously. Immediately, visceral familiarity flowed through him upon touching his mother, and his expression changed to one of wonder. It was the remote. Not as a guide, but as an “employee”. “oh shit your lips are soo wet and hot, hot, hot.” I said. student Efforts to Hardcore recover the wounded would continue thru the night, doggystyle albeit at a significantly reduced pace. Then Jake did also, though as they moved away he did not stop.