My Life on a Cassette Tape

I opened my eyes, but only saw darkness. And then I felt immense pleasure, the pleasure that had woken me up. I could feel someone working at my dick with their mouth. Beyond that, there was something pumping in and out of my asshole. I tried to move, but found, after a moment of struggle, that I was tied up. I felt ropes on my wrists and ankles, and discovered after being able to focus past the pleasure enough to realize my position, that I was hung by those same bindings, my currently slopped on dick pointing to the floor, or at leas the source of gravity. The pleasure that boiled in me drove me wild, but not wild enough I couldn't think around them in short bursts.

I recalled what had happened just before I was here. I had lunged, grabbing the Joy Boy, had mashed some buttons, had felt a part of me leave, and then had my wrist stamped on by the military mare. She had been snide, thinking I had mistaken the game system for a phone, and had thrown it to the side. After that, Gunther used his artifact to bring us to near constant orgasms. He'd hissed in what I could only assume to be glee as he made us cum ourselves into unconsciousness. Now, we were wherever they had taken us.

This was a mess beyond even my wildest imaginings, and it had been my fault. I could only hope I had succeeded. So little feedback had been given, I could only assume that the 'piece' that had left me was me being 'bamfed' into another body - but I couldn't be sure though.

Suddenly, the thing in my butt, the thing I had assumed to be a dildo, engorged, and I felt hot spunk flood inside me, my mouth going agape in shock, only to be filled with a dick of its own. I muffle a cry around it, even as I felt the dick in my butt slip out, only to be replaced by another dick, one that was much larger. As it slid into me, I felt myself pulling apart, my body desperate to accommodate the new visitor. The dick in my mouth kept sliding further and further in, reaching the back of my throat with no crotch in sight.

"You love this." A voice whispered in my ear, though feeling as if it were somewhere else at the same time. "You love being taken advantage of." I struggled to counter the voice, but the dick in my mouth was now pushing even further down, overcoming my gag reflex by brute force. I would've vomited onto it, in fact I might have, but the massive dong blocked any egress from the depth of my body. I was choking on the prick!

"You love being used." The voice cooed in mind as I struggled. "You love having dicks in your mouth and up your ass." The dick in my butt began pushing up as the dick in my mouth stopped briefly. The magnum dong in my ass pushed further and further in, spreading my ass apart, and making me feel as if it was going to split me in two at the same moment.

"You love this feeling." The voice whispered, and now both dicks were moving, as if wanting to meet in the middle, my physiology be damned. In a moment of relief, though in many ways equal terror, both dicks bottomed out inside of me. They were large, and made my dick, though still sucked, die a little inside.

Then the dicks began to retreat, slowly sliding out of me, the dick in my butt being the first to pop out, letting the remaining splooge from the last guy dribble out of my violated asshole. A rough smack hit me in the rear, sending me swinging slightly into the dick in my mouth. I struggled a tad, but the flexing of my throat made the stallion - or whatever held this beast - to moan in pleasure. The dick in my throat didn't retreat any further, but instead strong hands grabbed my cheeks - hands that felt far too massive - and drove the dick all the way back down, causing me to spasm and unintentionally bring him more pleasure.

"You love the taste of dick." The voice whispered again, and my mind became acutely aware of the taste of the schlong in my mouth. It didn't taste horrid, but what I was getting was a salty, bitter tang. Certainly not good by any definition. "You love the feel of dicks spreading you open." That was a no. The pleasure I had been feeling from my dick getting sucked was currently overshadowed by the feeling of NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATHE.

"You love getting fucked in the ass." The dick in my butt emphasized by pushing forward, breaching my entrance and hilting within seconds, sending me into the dick in front of me with tears in my eyes. I realized with a start that this must be how Starlight was broken. I steeled myself, now armed with that knowledge I might last a tad longer. Suddenly the dick retreated, as if sensing my lack of cooperation with their technique.

Suddenly, something cold was shoved into my butt, smaller than the dick, though still wider than most anything I had in there before. A moment later, it started buzzing, the feeling hitting me as pleasurable, especially now that I could breath. The sound and feel of leather straps being stretched across my butt and pelvis, followed by a light click told me they had just secured it inside of me. Gasping for air as I fought the pleasure and tried to breathe with my now free mouth, I felt something get inserted into my mouth. By the shape, I knew it was a dildo - this one also getting fastened to me, a click of a lock sealing it in place as it tickled the back of my throat - though this one thankfully this one didn't vibrate.

I struggled for a few seconds, desperate to have them removed, but found they didn't even budge. I took shaky breaths in through my nose, trying to recuperate even as my dick continued to be sucked, my throat tickled, and the vibrator up my ass continued its work. Clearing my thoughts a tad against the pleasure, I heard the sound of skin rubbing skin - fast. Suddenly, a blast of hot cum sprayed across my face, a glob landing on my eye, causing me to close it with no way of reopening it as the splooge dribbled down slowly across my features. Another blast followed, hitting me in the cutie mark and flowing a tad to my ass crack. I struggled for a few more seconds as blast after blast struck me, wanting - needing - a way to avoid the onslaught.

This lasted for several minutes; old, cooling spunk refreshed with newer, warmer spunk, as the stench of musk filled the air in an pungent miasma. As the last bit hit me, suddenly the pony beneath me upped their game as the dildo was pushed ever so slightly further into my tush. I came, groaning against the cock in my mouth.

"You love being a cumdump." The voice whispered again, and a final wad of goo splatted across my face. I was covered, absolutely covered. Both of my eyes were shut, cum layered heavily on my eyelids. I exhaled harder than I breathed in, if only to get spunk away from my nostrils without accidentally breathing any in. My hair was a matted mess, more cum than hair at this point as it slowly flowed down, dripping away from my chest.

I felt used, and what was worse, I felt good, if not for simply the orgasm I had been brought to. If this was what Starlight had been through, I was now understanding exactly why it would be so hard to undo what had been done. I could only hope I lasted long enough to be saved, because I heavily doubted at the moment I'd be the one doing any escaping or saving.

"Are you ready for your second try?" A voice asked me, sounding nothing like the voice that whispered. The lock on the dildo in my mouth clicked open, sending a few drops of cum onto my face. The apparatus was removed, and I dreaded what came next. A gigantic dick poked my lips, and then pushed, prying my weakened jaws open. I felt weak, far weaker than I thought I should. I was tired, but I had to stay awake, even if it meant having to fight through the sensation of not breathing. Even if being awake meant knowing a dick was in my throat. I needed to stay strong. Because if I didn't... I didn't want to think about it.