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Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Bifurcating her narrow sex posed a formidable endeavor this eventful evening, concentration barely maintained all for the sake of sating the lust enveloping the unyielding morals behind Armament as their bodies were notified of the circumstances shifting every few seconds. Relenting on the tightness, the former military soldier plunged further as enthusiasm exceeded his audacious nature with two inches encased in her soaking walls massaging him. Aggression followed as an boisterous moan escaped, with unoccupied thumbs searching for entertainment. Noting her untarnished asshole left lewd thoughts, boldly traumatizing her by mimicking his earlier foreplay with toying thumbs casually loosing her asshole for the dreadful actions to follow.

" I...... I cannot....wait!!"

Leaning onward was the vigilante, members deeply entrenched within as he abruptly thanks to the addicting properties of her luscious body and the toxins combined. Brutally engorging her completely to the hilt the clones needed to readjust, witnessing the original withdraw from her asshole with anxious hands grappling with her breasts. Frozen by the magnitude of her ridiculous nether lips milking him like a machine left him immobile, crushing his erection and feeling her internally fissure from the intensity of performing the first thrust. Heavy groans accompanied him, addressing her from this leaned position.

" It...Fits... Let....me .......make..... IT .. FEEL...BETTER!!", he announced as he slouched back, positioning himself with a sturdy hold on her rear again. The intent was to prepare to please each other even if coarse through the backlash of her assassination attempt.
 
He drove into her, regardless of her tightness, or her pleas for mercy, of her inability to accept his girth. Her eyes were bulging once he managed to push himself to the hilt within her, as if his dense dick were pushing them out of her head. Receding ever so slightly, her slick channel collapsed in reprieve, just to be forced open once more upon his thrust. Another scream filled the room, knowing somehow she would never be whole again after this.

Her cunt seemed to constrict him enough that he was even harder and thicker within her, each pulse pressing into her abused walls. Still, the supple folds gave way to his momentum, the friction of his stroke beyond intense. She knew he hadn’t even begun to put his strength into it, and judging from their earlier fight, she doubt she would be able to walk right once he exerted his power into her.

Not satisfied with her physical anguish, once more his clones were groping at her breasts, nipple with stiffly engorged, and quite sensitive to his touch. She hissed and growled as they fondled her in time with Armaments strokes, the pleasure of their touch contrasting with the torment of her ruined cunt. Even now her mind seemed confused, as if pleasure and pain were one and the same, indistinguishable in her mind. Some last resort to kept her sane through this ordeal, no doubt.
 
Devastation of her body seem inconsequential to the immediate out pour of pleasure flooding throughout his nerves. Relinquishing that tremendous vice grip otherwise cradling his cock with her gluttonous folds embracing him, one dare say hospitable despite victimize thanks to the electrical surge which molested her insides with extensive pain. Most challenging for the vigilante was freeing himself from literally inserting balls deep, Azalea's pussy selfishly constricting in protest for leaving without promise of return. Rehabilitating begun with the clones bewildering her brain with the concept of pain with pleasure, bestowing powerful yet unhurried slams of his pelvis to readily feed her cunt. Momentum arose like his rigid cock, stroking her internally while the stimulation mustered through pounding her g-spot to witness the type of wanton sounds that might escape her.

Hypnotizing was the rear view literally, heavy meat meandering passed her invaded lips which parted like the sea after each rotation. Deafening rhythm whenever those enormous tentacles drummed against her drooling sex which leaked out profusely with finger nails scratching her bounteous ass. Echoes repeated with the slowed thrusts of his balls, adventurous hands plunging two thumbs within her un-violated asshole after his three minute mark of caressing her insides with cock.

On signal the clones were advantageous within a separate game plan of their own accord. Tongues each tenderly tracing against the nipples in circular motions with mouths cupping akin to a sloppy kiss. It wasn't until a few moments later did they through their shared connection triggered something diligently pleasant. Duplicating in and out movements reacting to experiences of the past, rough suction was placed on the nipple knowing if done correctly and not too roughly a nerve existed in the female nipple which aligns to her clitoris. All of this a ploy of to entrap her, maybe playing on more innocent memories, or portions of his humanity returning. Who really knew during this heated encounter.
 
With each stroke, her body grew more confused, conforming to his use of her. By the time he would finish with her she would be an ideal playing for him, and he would be the only one capable of eliciting any sensation from her. Each potent thrust forced her body to adapt to him, to his movements and motions, his length and girth, his fingers, digging into her ass.

To say she was enjoy what he was doing to her…well, that was a stretch, like her lips stretched around his meat. But his clones beset her resistance, lips wrapped around her nipples, drawing forth pleasure, unwilling or not. She hated to admit how good that felt, hated the way it made her squirm and writhe. Her body would betray her. It had already betrayed her, as she turned him into an insatiable rapist, and now it struggled against the confusing mingling of agonizing arousal and painful pleasure.

“Fuck…you,” She gasped as a particular movement inside her had her shuddering, her body learning to love the rough way he fucked her. Her gaping cunt craving more, trembling against his shaft. Her mind was stuck between how much she hated this man, hated what he did to her, and how much her body hungered for it. “Fuck!” She screamed, hatred and desire coalescing, fervid passion and burning abhorrence ignited by a fire within her, stoked by him as he hilted himself within her.
 
Reaping the benefits of his sexual harvest seem imminent, meaty fingers stiffened by her untouched asshole almost corresponding to the delightful experience of her ravenous cunt hugging his prick enthusiastically. Battling her vicious sex simply caressing his tool, quaking after each rough insertion as time passed. Assistance from one's extension certainly amplified the mixed signals uttered by the assassin. In ways it quelled the guilt that occasionally surfaced over the bestial sex drive ruling over his sense of right and wrong. Knees started to buckle, sweat dripping like her nether lips taking all of him. Rapidly stroking her, friction began to build up in a pattern her precious mouth could relate to.

" A...alot of fucks...yes!!!"

Struggling to assemble the proper sentence for the sensation rising within, Darius Durr hammered her insides without rest. Anxious to drain the toxins dominating him, fingers anchoring deeper into her asshole as her rear hung out, presented to all. A rowdy moan followed the unbroken streak of thrust that would feel closer to pummeling a punching bag. These next minutes were significant, clones ceasing their actions to hold her firmly as enhanced collisions of their pelvises meant with boisterous thuds with this gluttonous cunt drooling by being overindulged. Her juices spilling out scarcely through these piercing penetrations.

Thumbs plummet as discipline lessen, losing himself in her drenched, reliably soar folds that sheathed him when they parted. Initiating a robust groping of the ass, submerging to the hilt completely he freed the demons compelling him for just a moment. An eruption occurred unlike the previous ones, a pulsation of semen propelling from his mighty members with immeasurable swelling that widen him and her body reminding him with further tightening around him. He prayed this was over, the aggravations growing with her poison controlling him. Unhinging his cock was problematic, practically stretching her unpicked ass as his cock with the goal of plucking his manhood out. Witnessing each inch released, a horrific image was drawn on his facial features. Erected vigorously... even her tight slit couldn't bare. Looking at one last section to exploit, he declare it curiously.

" Did not think I needed another to invade. If you are a virgin there....I apologize!!! "
 
As she recovered from her shameful display of confused ecstasy, she was further humiliated, his semen lashing her cunt, flooding and seeping down her thighs. The implications of this act were lost upon how it felt, the sweltering fluids pumped into her bare clit, soaking into the soft folds and flooding out her abused snatch. A wordless cry of protest was all she could manage, filled with both relief and loss as he pulled out of her finally.

“No...no more. Mercy…you monster,” She whimpered, Heaving in recovery from the cruel pounding she had just received. He had already invaded her ass with fingers, fingers that pushed and stretched that tight ring if muscles. Still, judging from the trauma inflicted upon her battered sex, this would not end well for her.

Unfazed by her pleas, strong hands held her still, clones held her in place, overwhelming her struggling with pure strength in numbers. She squirmed feebly as the mammoth organ nearly her untouched hole, slick with her juices and his own climaxes. The bulbous head pressed against the unyielding opening, and for a moment, she dared to hope she might be spared this torment. It would never fit, it was nigh impossible. He would give up, and rape her cunt again. Or her mouth or something else. She had already survived that once. She could again. Then, his insistent pressure was rewarded for him, punishing her with pure agony as he began to claim her final orifice.
 
Armament perplexed by the incident that transgressed from the potential peril of an innocent to considerations of how to view himself with the seldom relapses amidst the ecstasy instilled by the power of this assassin. Carnal gratification of their intertwined orgasms riddled with temporary guilt, her body victimized through this ordeal all to evade the sadistic torture he ensured originally. Perhaps a blowtorch was a kinder mercy in hindsight, words one would almost never bare repeating. With the discontent over her seemingly virgin ass, memories of his old self melted away slowly akin to the head burrowing within her.

" Even a tighter fit than her cunt!!!! "

Subdued by her monstrous gripping of her anal cavity, clamoring intensely against the colossal object assaulting her internally. Forcing the former soldier to his knees told of the degree of bodily stress between her anguish and his own budding enjoyment. Anxiousness for freedom from this lust compelled him, grappling her ass to manually control this grueling rape. Sliding her upwards and down, excessive groans of passion reverberated from his accursed mouth. A variation of cowgirl, Darius Durr would dominant the position, feeding her his entire length and girth whether she was prepared or not. Cramping on his meat, vibrating haphazardly for survival as like the rest of her body learned to adapt for survival. Time was shortening, perhaps stamina waning between the two of them as she milked him. Coarse thrust diminishing in rapid response, but always with that incredible might like swinging a hammer.

The rapture was coming, feeling normality approaching as the vigilante bestowed himself with the unnerving resolve to finish her off. Cock swollen, convulsing during this exciting finale. For a daunting minute his endurance sinew immediately like something restored it to full health. Exuberant slams into her asshole followed with gravity assisting by holding onto her rear, juicy curves bouncing beautifully on his cock and clapping in tangent with his heavy tentacles. Soon it was unbearing, feeling himself surviving this marathon as he hilted her, pinning their pelvises together as one last flow of semen escaped him. The rest was starting to be reliquished, finding herself in a predicament where the all remaining would be fed to her asshole. She make a lovely cream pie now, or he eventually think as the guilt would shift overtime. A moment later, an arduous endeavor became unhinging himself from another gluttonous hole. Staring at her cum coated holes... Armament began the process of leaving. In case of lingering effects of poison, he gazed at the clones whom services were paramount for this whole mission. The next words would haunt the assassin forever.

" My balls now empty.....the three of you are rewarded as such. Use her, but do not take all day on the moneymonger. "
 
Every inch was renewed agony, each pulse of blood into his iron hard cock was echoed by her tormented cries. While the assault on her cunt was muddles by perplexed pleasure, the violation of her ass was pure, unadulterated torment. He made it worse, shifting her position so she was atop him, using gravity to assist in her torture. Her entire body moved along with length, heavy breast bouncing with each cruel thrust.

With his fingers gripping her thighs, nails digging into her skin, she was forced spread open, all three clones getting an eyeful of her body. Her sex gaping open, his voluminous seed seeping out.

Punishing strokes moved in and out of her, ravaging that delicate ring of muscles, leaving her red and raw from him. Rapid, rough, shoving his length within her, his rapturous grunts playing counterpoint to her sobs. The more it hurt her, the more he seemed to enjoy it, and she feared she would never adjust to him here, as her other orifices had. Worst stil, his three orgasms meant he could go on longer, seemingly forever, as pain stretched out time like his dense meat stretched out her body.

One last malicious pierce, her screams signaling his release, his climax staining and pervading every inch of her body. She stunk of his load, reduced to nothing but a filthy, used up whore by this vigilante. At least he was finally done with her, finally purged of the poisoned that had caused this reaction. Until she looked up and saw the three clones, leering at her with identical lust written in their eyes.

"No...no...more," She cried, before her mouth was stuffed full of cock.
 
The clones were not indolent in this ghastly performance on her pain riddled body. Each towered over her, formulating complex positions so each could easily insert themselves through each cum laced orifice. Her body brandish to the invading members, ransacking her body wonderfully with utter protest via vigorous tightness entangling him. Unlike the original they were not inflicted by her toxin, meaning she was spared the marathon of orgasms she was going to witness. Each released a moan of acknowledgment, milking their cocks fervently through muffled cries.

" You are quite the piece of Meat!!"

" Bitch knows how to handle cock... REALLY...HAAANDDLLLEEE Cockkkk!!!"

" I think she fitting me like a glove!"

Each chimed in comments during this gangbang, achieving a level of pleasure only recently unearthed thanks to the miscalculations on her behalf. Their size practically caused a metamorphosis, grinding pelvises earnestly with enthusiasm and strong arms holding her steadily. In essence a sex toy to exploit, each clone was riding on a high sexually, accelerating in their hardy thrusts within her. In all likelihood she felt them nearing after over an hour with the original Armament, experiencing everything barring the most bizarre of sexual exploitation. Hair tugged, ass slapped, even breast heavily groped as streams of orgasms began their lewd conquest. Reaching over a minute, their tenacious climax was only nearing its completion. Now all were emptied...but not before each held her by the skull, utilizing her mouth like a sink to clean their cocks. Within time they began to leave, but the aftermath surely consequential for the assassin laid naked, beaten, and soaked in semen in the Mayor's bedroom.
 
For over an hour she was used by the clones, no point in this subjugation beyond pure humiliation. As horrible as Armament had been to rape her in every hole she possessed, her poison was indeed the cause of it. None of these men were subjected to it. To engage in her defilement was solely for their own benefit, to take pleasure from her ruined body.

Still, there was little she could do to stop it. Not with a broken arm and an aching pelvis, hardly even able to hold up her own weight. Not when it was three men holding her in place, manipulating her body until they were all hilted within her.

Armament had sampled everything she had to offer, and his clones followed suit, taking advantage of the copious semen he had left in her to lube their invasion.
The two fucking her from behind forced her further down the shaft of the one using her throat. Beneath her, they fought for space with her tight holes, alternating strokes so she was constantly filled with cock. Already exhausted from Armament’s relentless desecration, the three seemed to violate her forever, all of her holes swollen and raw by the time they each filled her with their cum. Her body had been subjected to 7 rounds of release, coated with his scent, inside and out.

Somehow, she managed to pick herself up after the assault, and drag herself away from the site of her failed mission. Retreating to her safe house, to regroup and recover. In time, her arm healed, but her body and mind never truly recovered from her ordeal. The humiliation, the pain, the shameful arousal was etched into her mind, and consumed her thoughts. Trying to reclaim her pleasure was an exercise in futility. While there wasn’t any pain with other partners, there wasn’t gratification either. She was forever tainted by what had been done to her, ruined by the way Armament had ravaged her.

So perverse was her humiliation that she beame convinced that the only way to reclaim her power was to kill Armament. Or to fuck him again. On her terms, for her own enjoyment. Whether such a thing were even possible, she couldn’t be sure, but after months of shame and frustration, she was willing to try anything. If fucking him still brought her no satisfaction then she could always kill him.

So the trap was set. She targeted political officials with her poisons. Good men and women, who wouldn’t take bribes or give into corruption. When three kills had failed to get his attention, she set her sights back on Terrence Darrows. It was where everything had started, and it was where it would end.
 
Euphoric became the authentic sensation to describe the experience of splitting her ripe holes open, overwhelmed by her incredible curves, endowed tightness, and that horrific toxin driving him to a lustful frenzy already amplified by the adrenaline surging his veins throughout this game of life and death. Though a few months passed, that day did not leave him idle in its dreadful wake. Saving the Mayor was an accomplishment but this assassin ruined it all, murdering his morals altogether as eyes peered at the empty bottle.

Darius Durr suffered tremendously in his ordinary first life before christening that identity into the pragmatic but righteous Armament. Primitive urges with accelerations from a chemical agent reflected the demons he suppressed, only strengthening them until she was the one victimize. He relished watching her voluptuous breast bounce to his manhood, her body tensing from his monstrous size, controlling her and in a prideful way spoke of how no one was comparable until him. It sickened him for liking it even a little, relinquishing all materials barring his armaments and living in disgrace like the vagabonds of old. Merely existing on the streets for months was a rough adjustment, an appropriate punishment to brand himself. Cash wasn't too meager, yet wasting it on alcohol consumption and no other pleasures was intentional to distract, numb, and be lost to oblivion versus the chaos ensuing without him.

Maneuvering lethargically to the corner of an alleyway resting near a cumbersome dumpster symbolic perhaps, gulping a bottle of beer without any blatant attempt at concealment from public intoxication. Blanketing his face now rested a notable unkempt beard. Most outlandish for this homeless bastard was his lumbering container stored with his treasured armaments should the situation call for it. Thus far he kept his eyes on the public televisions, drowning out his appalling actions temporarily although the occasional news of crime stirred with him internally.

" They do not need a hypocrite donning justice. It has its law enforcement."
 
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