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Doctor Ape
Time to swing from my tree, crack my finger and toe knuckles, and get caught up. Thanks for keeping this thread alive while I was at the Ren Faire and then getting flogged! (Yeah, I'm kinky in real life, too!)
>>1175795 (I'm gonna take this one in a different direction than you wanted. Sorry, Anon, but I have to go where the inspiration takes me.)
She shuddered hard as another orgasm rocked through her. She'd long ago lost track of the number of orgasms she'd endured, the same way she'd lost track of what time it was, what day it was, what her name was, what her favorite food was... At this point, it was all irrelevant. The only things that mattered were the pistoning probes in her ass, in her cunt, and in her urethra, along with the tube in her mouth.
Fresh bucketfuls of mixed human, canine, and equine semen were poured onto her every few minutes from the nozzles above, cheerfully donated by the slaves and beasts kept in the compound somewhere above her. Sucking this up was, aside from the ever-changing rhythm of the machines building her up to orgasm and continuing to fuck her through it, her only concern. She'd drink as much as she could through the tube in her gag, for this was her only sustenance. It was disgusting and, if it had been part of the puddle on the floor a while, cold, but she had long ago ceased to care. The probes in her sex and her bottom funneled away any waste, though at this point, she was shitting partially-digested come. She didn't care. She didn't care that her entire existence was to act as a living processor for a special concentration of various mammal semens for use in medicines, cosmetics, and fertility treatments. She knew only the tortures of continual pleasure and release, the sating of her hunger via the tube... She was a piece of the sadistic machine and nothing more.
She had never been happier.
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