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When you’d signed on to help the Cabal, this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind…
You’re shoved into a small room, hearing the click of a door lock behind you. There are two holes cut on either side of the room, large. Large enough you could stick your fist through if you tried. Above the door, there’s a digital screen, currently displaying the number zero.
You can hear your ghost telling you how bad of an idea this is, how you don’t have to do this, how you can leave and they wouldn’t hold it against you. You ignore them in favour of dismissing your armour, leaving you vulnerable to attack, yet not weak. Your armour didn’t hold your connection to the light.
You’re rather pleased to find that not only have they supplied lube, but there’s a little pad with icons next right in reach. Stop, start, break, water, more lube, as well as a few other directions. You get the idea that this is definitely not the first time this has happened, and you are probably not the first guardian to be in here.
Taking a moment, you sit down on the padded bench resting between the two holes and stretch yourself out until you can fit your entire fist in. Better to be safe than sorry. This also leads you to find that the bench is fully adjustable for whatever height necessary. You make sure to adjust it properly before reaching over to the keypad and pressing start.
Almost immediately, you’re greeted by a dripping penis. Its ribbed underside and flared head are presented in dark red glory, all for you.
You waste no time wrapping your hand around the length, licking at the tip. Something thunks against the wall above you and there’s a shuddering pant. The idea that Cabal probably rarely - if ever - have oral dawns on you, due to their odd, deadly-shaped mouths. You’re fairly certain no one would be brave enough to stick their penis in what could be equated to a cheese grater.
It’s almost difficult to wrap your mouth around the flared head, but the slow roll of the Cabal’s hips shoves it further into your mouth. Aiding you, and making you gag at the same time. You weren’t entirely worried about dying here; the room is private as far as you can tell, and your ghost can revive you. So who cares about a little less oxygen?
Certainly not the Cabal on the other side, who’d started fucking into your mouth in earnest.
Drool dripped from your lips, pooling on the floor beneath you as you did your best to pleasure the Cabal. Not that it mattered, as their pace only got faster and more frantic until their hips pressed against the wall between the two of you. It was about the only warning before you were choking down semen, hoping that they’d stop cumming soon.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled back and stepped away. Leaving you coughing from nearly choking to death on semen. The number above the door turned from ‘zero’ to ‘one’. Okay, good to know… good to know.
You’re barely given time to recover before another pushes into the hole in front of your face - this time larger than the last. The tip bumps against your lips, prompting you to open them. Maybe you shouldn’t be so complaint, but really, who could blame you? The stretch felt extremely good. To be reduced to nothing but a hole for these Cabal to abuse.
Just as you’d given up on putting any effort into pleasuring the penis stuffed down your throat, something blunt and sticky pressed against your ass. Feeling your hand back, you felt another penis, this time trying blindly to push into you.
With a shaky hand from anticipation, you helped the cabal align themself with your prepped entrance. You moaned around the penis in your mouth as the one behind you pressed into you. It was large, yet not uncomfortably so, stretching you out nearly to your limit before stopping and allowing you time to adjust. Polite. More than you expected.
You kicked the back wall in hopes they’d understand, and moments later, the Cabal pulled back, drawing a muffled whine from your lips, before thrusting harshly into you. Much to your pleasure, they set a brutal, cruel pace as they forcibly stretched you. You could feel each rib of its underside drag along every sensitive nerve in your body, eliciting moans to pour from your lips around the penis in your mouth.
This prompted the penis in front of you to thrust harder, pushing itself into your throat. You gagged around them but refused to tap out. They continued to eagerly fuck further and further into your throat until the only way they’d get closer would be if they picked you up and pressed you against their groin.
Without warning, the one behind you pushed as far into you as the wall could allow and suddenly you were being bloated by the sheer amount of cum pumped into you. You’re barely able to register when they pull out, the throws of orgasm taking you under.
The next penis replaces the last in a timely, organized fashion, requiring little assistance to find your gaping hole. You could feel cum sloshing inside you, lubing each thrust, as the one down your throat insisted on pumping your stomach full of cum.
Across from you, the counter continued to go up and up as you became more and more of a bloated, cum-stuffed mess. Your ghost continued to protest every once and a while when they had to heal you but made no move to transmat you away. This was your decision, and as dangerous as it was, they wouldn’t interfere.
Besides, this was serving you the best mind-breaking orgasms you’d ever had.
Each penis was replaced with another until the counter reached one hundred. You were bloated beyond belief, left to nothing but a sticky mess. Even your brain had turned to mush, only willing to take more cocks to satisfy the deep need that had been continuously building for several months. This was one hell of a way to end a dry spell.
You hadn’t even been paying attention to the black spots until they started to swim in your vision. So stuffed and lost in the cabal sauce, you felt your body grow heavy and weak. Your ghost simply sighed and said ‘I told you so’ before your world went back.
They brought you back seconds later, still in the little booth, yet now completely empty of cocks.
The display next to you blinked, asking if you required a break or wanted to stop. Checking on you - a bit politer than you’d thought. You dismissed the message, pressing ‘continue’ and were promptly rewarded with yet another penis to stop the cum leaking from your abused entrance. You wiggled your hips back, intent on seeking out more and more of the delicious pleasure handed to you on a gold platter.
All you could do was open your mouth wide and take the next treat presented to you.