Chapter 9: The Human Fucktoy Assembly Line
The scent of spent sex and sweat was a thick, permanent fog in the basement. Abigail and Codi lay on the plush black carpet, limbs tangled, their bodies slick and trembling. The violent, grateful climaxes of the afternoon had left them hollowed out, their minds blissfully blank. The sharp, lingering ache between their legs was a brand, a reminder of their new purpose.
Raven watched them, a predator assessing well-used prey. She nudged Abigail’s hip with her bare foot. “Up. You’re not done. That was just the warm-up.”
Lilith was already across the room, standing before a sinister-looking piece of furniture made of polished black wood and reinforced steel. It was a bench, but unlike any they had ever seen. It had two padded openings for heads at one end, and two more for hips at the other, forcing its occupants into a perpetual, intimate curve.
“The fuck bench,” Lilith announced, her voice dripping with dark promise. “Get your cow-asses over here.”
Their legs were weak, barely supporting them as they shuffled forward. The nerds were guided, pushed, and maneuvered into position. Codi was forced down onto the bench, her face positioned directly beneath the hip opening where Abigail’s head would go. A moment later, Abigail was pressed down over her, her own face hovering above Codi’s exposed sex. The position was a perfect, helpless 69, their large breasts crushed against the cool leather of the bench, their asses presented high in the air on the other side.
Leather cuffs were snapped around their wrists and ankles, bolting them to the frame. They were trapped, utterly and completely, their world reduced to the scent and sight of each other’s most intimate parts.
Raven moved to Abigail’s raised rear, her cock already hard and weeping. Lilith positioned herself before Codi’s face, the thick head of her length tapping against Codi’s lips.
“Open wide, heifer,” Lilith commanded.
Codi obeyed, and Lilith slid her girth into the warm, waiting mouth. At the same time, Raven pushed into Abigail’s already well-stretched hole with a single, brutal thrust that stole the air from her lungs and forced a choked gasp directly onto Codi’s clit.
The rhythm was merciless. Raven fucked Abigail’s ass with a steady, piston-like force, each drive forward shoving Abigail’s face harder into Codi’s core. The only sounds were wet, slapping impacts, deep, guttural grunts from the futas, and the ragged, muffled gagging as Codi tried to take Lilith’s entire length down her throat.
“You like that, don’t you, cow?” Raven snarled, her hands gripping Abigail’s hips hard enough to bruise. “You love having your shithole stretched open. Tell me.”
Abigail tried to form words, but her mouth was full of her best friend. All that came out was a desperate, vibrating moan.
“I can’t hear you,” Raven taunted, slamming home. She pulled out almost completely, and the resulting vacuum in Abigail’s bowels released with a loud, wet, sloppy gapefart.
The vulgar sound seemed to excite Lilith. She pulled her slick cock from Codi’s gasping mouth and moved to the other end of the bench. “Switch,” she said, her eyes locked on Raven.
Without a word, Raven withdrew from Abigail’s gaping entrance and took Lilith’s place in front of Codi’s face, forcing herself inside before Codi could catch her breath.
Now it was Lilith behind Abigail. She didn’t just push in; she ground her way inside, the stretch a fresh, burning agony that made Abigail scream into Codi’s flesh. The dual sensation of being violently penetrated while her mouth was forced to work on Codi was overwhelming, shattering the last fragments of her conscious thought.
“You’re both just a set of holes,” Lilith panted, her hips meeting Abigail’s ass with a sharp crack. “Mouths and asses. That’s all you are. And you know what dumb animals like you are good for?”
She paused, her cock buried to the hilt. Raven did the same, her length resting deep in Codi’s throat.
“Moo,” Raven commanded, her voice a low threat.
A beat of stunned silence.
“Moo for us, you fat heifers,” Lilith repeated, slapping Abigail’s flank. “Let us hear our cows.”
The humiliation was a live wire, searing and final. But beneath the shame, a terrifying, eager spark ignited.
From Codi’s throat, around Raven’s girth, came a strained, gurgled, “M-moo…”
It was the most degrading sound Abigail had ever heard. And then she found her own voice, muffled against Codi’s wet folds. “Moo…” she whimpered.
“Louder!” Raven barked, thrusting hard.
“MOO!” Codi cried out, the word clear as Raven pulled back.
“MOO!” Abigail echoed, the admission tearing from her soul as Lilith filled her completely.
They became a chorus of animalistic sounds. Each brutal thrust was met with a desperate, grateful “moo.” The room filled with the symphony of their degradation: the wet slap of flesh, the ragged gasps for air, the lewd, constant gapefarts from their overused rears, and the frantic, moaned acknowledgments of their own worthlessness.
The futas switched again, and again, using their mouths until their jaws ached and their asses until they were loose and dripping. They were no longer Abigail and Codi. They were livestock, bred for pleasure, and the realization was a dark, liberating ecstasy.
When the futas finally spent themselves, painting their throats and filling their depths with hot, claiming release, the nerds were left locked in the bench, spent and broken. Raven leaned down, her lips close to Abigail’s ear.
“Good cows,” she whispered, the praise more devastating than any insult.