Die Walküre: Götterdämmerung

Samantha Osman’s mind was a whirling vortex of fear and confusion. She could scarcely understand the fragile chain of events that must have occurred for her to find herself in the predicament she now faced, but trying to unravel that mystery was far better than facing the predicament itself- an avalanche of meaty, mouth-seeking girlcock battering about her nose and mouth.

Four vein-covered, variously-shaded but otherwise identical hermaphrodite dicks were currently rubbing against the soft, virginal skin of her teenage face, the face she had carefully cultivated to be free of blemishes and imperections. A fifth had a skin-sheathed, bulbous head already inside her hot mouth. She thought of the pliable, flopping futa foreskins that were dragging wetly over her features, and nearly gagged. More than that- she could feel a gummy, fleshy mass of uncut cocksheath at the tip of the cockhead that was exploring her tongue. This one was nearly three inches long, and ended in an organic pucker that she could feel tickling the back of her gullet.

The feather-clad woman, Gabrielle, had just shoved it into her face.

Samantha quickly turned her head, jostling the forest of flesh surrounding her, jarring the invader loose. Her eyes, which had been tightly shut against the accusations ringing in her ears, opened- and her vision was a panorama of uncircumsized womancock. She could scarcely see the voluptuous owner of each large-looming shaft, so engorged were the cocks in question. Each one was tipped with at least a two-inch length of drooping, moist membrane.

One taste of Gabrielle’s salty, jizz-smelling dick had been enough to make Samantha’s sensitive gorge rise. The pictures had been momentarily forgotten. She had never even considered putting a penis in her mouth- and certainly not a host of mammoth dongs with foreskins tumbling from the ends like aardvark noses.

For the first time, she tried to make a break for it, bracing her youthful, atheletic legs against the wall and exploding outward, hoping to use momentum to barrel through the unprepared Die Walküre maidens and run for the front door. It was not to be. Arms like steel grabbed her supple waist within seconds of the try, and she was thrown to the floor, plump tits pressing heavily against the newly-installed hardwood.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!” screamed Samantha, trying to achieve a rush of strength and adrenaline with her scream. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaugh! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Her voice was a high-pitched, harpy screech.

Samantha pulled with all her might, bracing her bare feet on the floor, trying to break the grip at her waist- but all she could do was move the woman holding her, Gabrielle, forward with her. And only an inch. All her might, for one inch. Samantha went limp. It was hopeless. Each of her captors was half a foot taller and thicker in body type- they probably outweighed her by a good 30 pounds each. They were holding her waist, arms, and legs, crushing them under the weight of their curvaceous bodies. In several spots, she could feel the wetness of a thick-lipped pussy sliding against her skin.

Gawd, they’re so strong! Their muscles are like the cords on my exercise machine- but they look so soft! How is it possible?

“We do not blame you for trying to run,” came Gabrielle’s voice. “They all do. However, running will not solve your problems.”

Samantha was flipped over and lay on her back on the floor, plump chest heaving, skin beginning to shine with sweet-smelling sweat. With the others holding her limbs flat, Gabrielle hunkered down on her chest. Samantha could feel the weight of the woman on her solar plexus, balanced equally on two shapely asscheeks that were pale against her sunshine skin. As before, the woman’s fleshy, vein-ridged cock was erupting lewdly from the waistband of her ornate, feathery panties. The tip reminded Samantha of a hooded cobra. With her legs spread so, the fleshy labia of Gabrielle's cunt were obvious even beneath her panties. The girl felt enraged at her situation. Samantha’s eyes were gleaming brown windows, avid and flashing. She regarded Gabrielle with a look of limitless, powerful rage. Quickly, however, Gabrielle produced an object from the back of her panties, and held it before Samantha’s face.

A cellphone. Not Samantha’s- a white cellphone with an angel wing design. High-tech, from the look. A message at the top of the viewscreen read:

Send image ‘Whore001’ to tedsteeves@empirerealestate.com? Y/N

A thumbnail of the image was visible. It was a photo, taken just seconds ago, of Samantha with five fat, foot-long cocks laying on her face. The girl had not even noticed Gabrielle taking it. Though some of her features were obscured by their sheer girth, it was obviously her- you could tell from the perfect hair, the arcing eyebrows, the pink-painted lips, the cute, pointed chin, and the thin and dainty nose.

Gabrielle hovered a thumb over the “OK” button on the phone.

Samantha’s breath hitched in her throat.

“Dear Mister Steeves,” recited Gabrielle, voice low and sexy, a hot secretary reading back to her horny boss. “This is what your daughter’s friend Samantha has been up to. You should really be more careful about who you let Amy hang out with. Who knows what sort of things she has poor Amy doing! Spread the word- Samantha Osman is damaged goods.”

“NO!” bawled Samantha. “NO! NO!” Ted Steeves was her friend Amy’s father. He was the only person she knew who was wealthier than her own father- and Amy was her best friend- the only girl who Samantha considered to be “almost” as desirable as herself. They had climbed the social ladder together. They lunched together every day- studied together. Giggled at passing “unpopulars” together!

Gabrielle twitched her thumb, as if to hit “Send”.

“NO GAWD PLEASE! NO!” cried Samantha.

Gabrielle looked at her four female companions. “She seems disinterested in servicing us. All she can offer are negatives, with no real progress toward obedience. I am going to add the entire call list to this mail, and send it. In addition, we will enter the school as planned.”

“FUCKING NO! GAWD PLEASE!” cried Samantha, watching as Gabrielle dexterously worked her phone, selecting an entire field, adding over a hundred names to the email recipient list. Samantha recognized the addresses of classmates, friends, faculty members, city officials, parents of friends…

Gabrielle again poised her thumb above the “OK” button. Her hair, tied in the blonde topknot fountain, rained down upon her in glistening strands. “Sorry, Samantha. But it must be done.”

Her thumb twitched.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRAUGH!” cried Samantha, a guttural groan, and she turned her head desperately, neck standing out on twin cords of muscle. The two women holding her arms had left their fat cocks dangling, semi-hard, just inches from her face. Desperately, Samantha darted her graceful neck to the right side, turned her head, and slurped down on the length of foreskin hanging from the head of the redheaded woman’s cock.

“Mmmmph! Glmph! Mmmm!” gasped Samantha, using her teeth to haul more of the floppy membrane into her mouth, jamming her tongue underneath, sucking noisily and desperately at the puckered end. She drove her pink, beautiful tongue inside, feeling it make contact with hot, feverish prickhead. Though she had never done such a thing before, she mindlessly licked around the head of the cock, slurping it, slobbering on it, licking it like ice-cream. Eventually, she captured a good percentage of the foreskin in her hot mouth and then slurped as hard as she could, pulling it back, tasting the flavor of sex and sweat, stretching it taut between her mouth and the end of the redhead’s twelve-inch cock.

“Uaaaaaagh! Mmmmmmm! Mmm!” Samantha continued to grunt desperately around the mass of skin in her mouth, splattering it with her hot spit. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to show her obedience with lustful moans that were actually barely-disguised sobs. Her stomach heaved, but she fought the urge to vomit. This was beyond anything she had ever considered doing- beyond anything she had ever imagined being done. So be sucking the flopping foreskin of a huge…fat…veiny…girlcock! Filling her mouth with a taste that she associated with her own crotch after a vigorous run- or a late-night clit-diddle in her pink-themed bedroom.

The redheaded woman bit her lower lip, clearly enjoying the vigorous slurping of her cockhead by the 16-year-old princess.

“Is she sincere, Svava?” asked Gabrielle.

“She is,” the redhead replied, voice betraying a sinful satisfaction- her deep enjoyment of the sight and sound of a desperate teenage girl, eyes wide with hopeless frenzy, sucking at her cockhead and foreskin like it was a tasty popsicle.

“Then let us fill the mouth that has so often cast a scornful word,” continued Gabrielle. “Svava, you first. Then Hirja, then Mist. Then *I* will partake.” She turned to the black-haired woman. “Thrist, you will be last. Prepare a suitable climax for her.”

Thrist, the dark valkyrie, nodded gravely. “Thy will be done, angel of news.”

Gabrielle’s eyes narrowed. Her face took on a more sinister visage, as if she were ordering forces into battle. With her melodious voice, she intoned: “To the bedroom.” It was like she had, sitting astride a commander’s horse, gazed down a hill into the field of battle, and given the order to charge. Everything began to move at once.

Samantha was pulled to her feet, dislodging the foreskin from her sucking pink lips. Her compact little frame buffeted by the exertions of her captors as they dragged her down the hall. The squeak of her bare feet on the hardwood was accompanied by her own shriek of fear as they took her to the closed door at the end of the hall- her bedroom. The only room in the whole, empty house that was furnished. Furnished with her pink bed, and her collection of plush teddy bears. The surroundings that had so frequently book-ended her and her friends as they gossiped, laughed, and joked.

“Aaaaaaaaaugh!” Samantha cried, exploding with more tears. “GAWD!”

They gained the room in moments, and as they crossed the threshold, she was tossed roughly onto the bed, where her bra and panty clad body rebounded off the mattress with nubile firmness. Teddy bears tumbled and swayed about their stations, looking on with blank, button eyes. Mist, the white valkyrie, had produced a bone-white cellphone etched with flowery filigree designs. She was recording the scene using camera functionality on the device. Svava, red hair nearly aflame about her curvaceous shoulders, climbed onto the pink bedspread beside Samantha, pulling her red panties from around her shapely legs. The young girl saw that Svava’s huge tits were swaying like pendulums as she crawled forward. Beyond the bouncing chestflesh, Svava’s cock was a long, powerful flesh crescent sporting a drooping, veiny turban of floppy foreskin.

“Come here!” growled Svava, yanking Samantha forward by the ankles until the girl was underneath her leering face. Samantha’s perfectly-kept hair was fanned out against the bedspread, showing off the beautiful highlights- but the girl’s face was full of fear, revulsion, and slick with sweat.

“Mmmmmmmph!” blurted Samantha, eyes widening as Svava pulled the foreskin back from her pale, veinous cock and jackhammered it into the teen girl’s face. Mist’s phone captured the image perfectly- the blonde teen flat on her back, prone on the bedcovers, as Svava’s ass flexed overtop of her straddled prey, driving the fleshy cock down into Samantha’s helpless mouth. The wet sound of smacking lips and teenage mouth-suction could be heard over the gasps and exhalations of both participants.

Samantha couldn’t believe what was happening. With her mouth stretched wide around a thrusting she-prong, all she could fixate on was how her mouth was supposed to be the uncharted, legendary territory of male high school dreams- unattainable. She had imagined gleefully how each penis-sporting human being for miles around would covet the softness of her lips, the pinkness of her tongue, only to be denied. And now, her mouth was not on a pedestal- it was being used as nothing more than a hole, a socket for the fat, sperm-leaking head of this woman’s hermaphroditic cock!

As if!

Oh gawd she’s raping my mouth! She’s fucking my face!

These were terms and combinations of words she barely knew existed. The ghostly memories of bawdy, afterparty jock conversations to which she had clandestinely listened.

“Mmmmmmmmmmgh!” she cried, splattering gouts of spit out of the tight seal of her mouth. The red haired woman, encouraged by her victim’s vomitous foam release, grabbed Samantha’s blonde hair and began to yank her head forward with each brutal thrust. Svava swiveled her sexy ass to the left, changing the angle, causing her power-thrusting cockmeat to plow into the inside of Samantha’s downy, tear-stained cheek, tenting it out in the shape of a prick helmet.

“The ruinations that you have visited upon others will now be returned to you!” growled Svava, and pounded away at the side of Samantha’s mouth. Spit exploded from the girl’s face in waves. Her nose and eyes ran with moisture. Each face-stretching movement of Svava’s defiling girlcock was reflected in the bulging, tented skin blister of Samantha’s cheek. Svava pulled out briefly, and as Samantha gasped, bubbly white foam burbled from her lips and slimed down the side of her face.

“P-P-PLEASE!” she gurgled, barely able to speak through her gasps. It was the voice of a woman trying to call out through a mouthful of spaghetti. “DON’T PUT IT BACK IN MY M-“

But then Svava plowed her uncut, sperm-leaking fucktool back into Samantha’s mouth, and another goat of clear spittle washed down the teenage girl’s cheek. Again, the red haired valkyrie thrust from the side, flexing her amazing ass with all the power she had, raping her drooling cock into the pliable inside of Samantha’s cheek, turning her angelic, immaculate visage into a stretched rubber mask. The girl’s brown eyes were wide, dancing in their sockets like water droplets on a skillet.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGH!” screamed Samantha through the mouthful of cock. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!” She felt like the cock might tear the side of her face off. Her mouth was a boiling pit of sperm-smelling salivary leakage. Her every sensory perception was reporting only the fat dick in her face- the powerful thrust of it, the heat of it plowing through her mouth sidewise like a harmonica, the locker-room, crotchy SMELL of it, the salty, jizz-loaded TASTE of it. Her own phlegm was oozing down her neck, sliming the area between her perfect, perky boobs. So much of it! How could her glands produce something so vulgar?

“Very good, Svava,” commented Gabrielle, her puffy pussy leaking below a rock-hard cock as she took in the sight of Svava, aka. Valkyrie Red, obliterating the face of a teen bitch with an avalanche of mouth-raping cockmeat. “Our mistress will be quite pleased. And sadly, this pitiful being deserves no better.”

Again, Svava withdrew, and Mist moved her phone mere feet from Samantha’s bubbling, spit-loaded mouth to record the full defilement of the hole in question. Svava’s cock emerged with a wet *SLURP!* and remained connected to Samantha’s trembling lips by a bridge of glistening, viscous liquid. The gasping breaths of the defiled teen vibrated the goo-strand like a harpstring.

“Hggggg…mlph!”

Samantha’s breath hitched in her throat, and the girl regurgitated an amazing wad of white froth onto her own face, clearing her windpipe of obstructions, but also burying her left eye in a glob of bubbly lungbutter. She sobbed loudly at the disgusting nature of the act, an act she had been forced to perform- and wiped the gob from her eye with arms that felt numb.

Samantha had never been spit on, let alone spit helplessly on herself. She had almost no experience with salivary warfare- with one notable exception. Once, she had spit in the sandwich of a girl named Debbie Gervin. Debbie had not allowed her to copy answers from her test paper during a test that Samantha had not studied for (she had had a spa appointment). Fuming, Samantha had planned revenge. Knowing that Debbie was a bit of a neat freak and fearful of germs, Samantha had invited her to sit at the popular table in the cafeteria- and then had asked, amidst gossipy banter about shoes and styles, if Debbie would fetch her a Diet Coke.

While Debbie had been away from the table at the vending machine, Samantha had unleashed a tremendous loogie under the top bun of Debbie’s homemade BLT. Her friends had all expressed disgust at the foulness of the lunger that Samantha had brought up, but they knew better than to warn Debbie- Samantha would not tolerate dissension at the popular cafeteria table.

Debbie had returned, and just as the girl was biting into the offending area of the sandwich, Samantha began to discuss the test, and how Debbie had refused to let her copy…ending her not-so-subtle remarks with a calculated glance at the bitten sandwich.

“When people don’t co-operate with me,” Samantha had said, flicking her tongue with calculated grace, “I get so mad I could spit.” Debbie had looked down toward her sandwich. The area she had bitten last was dribbling a telltale snot-runner of yellowish-white goo.

After a second of silence, Debbie had exploded with vomit- bringing up the sandwich, along with her breakfast, all over the table. And so, Miss Gervin, like Allie Sauders (who succeeded her as the object of Samantha’s wrath) was a girl who was on the edge of acceptance- only to have it snatched away in one terrible, vomitous moment. In that one terrible, vulnerable second, while spraying the popular table with putrid puke, Debbie had lost all hope of a place with the “in” crowd, or, really, with any crowd that didn’t stay home on prom night. Not because she had puked. But because people had seen the popular girls react to the puke with negativity and scorn. And by god- if the popular girls saw fit to become angry with a puking girl, rather than help her- that was the way everyone would do it. Debbie had never lived down the puking episode. She was subject to taunts and pranks, and some students would go out of their way to agitate her germaphobia just as Samantha had done. Such stunts were eagerly talked about. By her final year, Debbie was known as a weirdo- though her only crime was puking once, and not liking to touch lavatory door handles.

Now, laying on her back, pinned under the jiggling assflesh of a voluptuous hermaphrodite maniac, Samantha believed she felt something like what Debbie Gervin must have felt, as the girl had knelt, holding her spasming stomach, cafeteria catcalls ringing in her ears. Helplessness. Dirty, filthy, lonely helplessness. The fountain of spittle that she had just coughed all over her own face had baptized her into a terrible new existence of debasement and utter degradation.

“P..please…” Samantha whispered, spit bubbling over her lips. “I promise I’ll kiss it- just please…stop…pushing it…UUUUUUUUMPH!”

Svava drilled her spit-wrapped cock back into Samantha’s face, tenting the girl’s tear-soaked cheek. She began to oscillate back and forth with quick mini-thrusts, causing Samantha’s breathing and howling to issue forth in wavering bursts.

“Uuu-aaa-uuu-auuu-auu-au-ua-uu-au-uaaagh!” sputtered the princess, feeling her cheek stretch to contain the massive fuckpole that was jackhammering sideways into her dilated mouth.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaugh!” She longed to reach up, to yank the sickening fatness of it from her mouth, free her throat of the sloshing spittle trapped there, but Gabrielle’s thumb had frozen her- poised above the apocalyptic email sending instruction that would, in the young girl’s mind, ruin her for all time.

“Yes!” gasped Svava, running her hands through Samantha’s beautiful blonde hair. She continued to mercilessly jab her fat, jizz-drooling prick helmet into Samantha’s slick mouth. “The serpent’s tongue in your mouth will bathe in a sea of white! Drink my seed!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!” was all Samantha could say, a scream that was no scream at all, muffled almost totally by a nasty blockage of bubbling saliva and fat cockflesh. She tried to shake her head in negation, and couldn’t turn against the grip of Svava’s powerful hands. The only signs of her resistance was the buried scream, the flailing of her lithe, tanned arms, the short kickings of her feet- and the gentle tossing of her sweaty hair against the bedspread. Her entire being railed against the idea that she was about to have her mouth flooded with the stinking, nasty, filthy, goopy, disgusting SPERM of this…woman! This woman who had a huge, floppy-foreskinned cock, with raised, lewd veins criss-crossing the surface in a fleshy roadmap! This woman with a bulging bubble butt and rocket rack! How was this possible?!

As if!

Mist approached the bed, her white-painted lips tipped upward in a wicked smile, and held her damning video-enabled cellphone directly over Samantha’s head, recording every nuance, every sweat-soaked, fearful second. Her cock was a massive fleshy pole, undulating beneath the thin fabric of lacy white panties.

“Do it to her, Svava,” said Gabrielle. Her voice was commanding, inflectionless- remorseless. It sounded like an order to execute, rather than ejaculate. “Fill her mouth with your seed.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!” screamed Svava, a battle-cry. Samantha’s eyes were jerked from Mist’s cellphone back to Svava’s animalistic cry. The red-haired woman sounded like a wounded animal- a rutting, sex-crazed lunatic who had been longing for release. Samantha heard a second groan join the chorus- and realized it was her own- a helpless, terrified moan around the twitching cockhead that was splitting her lips.

Samantha’s eyes went wide as a monsterous, mouth-choking load blasted from Svava’s cockhead, burying her tongue and teeth in a torrent of salty goop.

OH GAWD! she thought, crazily. It’s SPERM! The sperm that boys carry around in their BALLS! The sticky, digusting stuff they shoot into girls’ VAGINAS to make BABIES! My mouth is not a vagina! My mouth is not a vagina!

Oily heat piled up in tides over her lower teeth, soaking her expensive dental work, burying the tongue that had so often licked lollipops and popsicles to tease the boys, rising to fill all the space in her mouth. The spurts of Svava’s fat girlcock were unspeakably virile and thick- nasty splatters, coils and curds of glue-like baby batter.

UG! There’s so much of it! No boy could ever shoot this much! It’s filling my mouth! If it starts going down my throat, I’ll go insane! It’ll fill my stomach!

Svava continued to howl like a murder victim as her spurting, bubbling jizzload erupted into Samantha’s teenage mouth. The amount soon became unbearable for the young girl, and twin jets of spermy backsplash poured from the sides of her stretched mouth, washing her cheeks in white spew. The sound she made as this backwash issued forth was an unspeakable glottal cough, like a plugged drain that had just become unstopped. Very un-ladylike. Svava howled again and yanked her cockhead from Samantha’s cream-loaded hatch, allowing syrupy, bubbling spurts of white semen to rope over the teenager’s splattered features.

“ALLLLLLLLLLLGH!” gurgled Samantha, screaming aimlessly. Her mouthful of soupy jizz turned the desperate wail into a gargling, bubble-popping cum-burp.

Not my face! she cried, silently. Not my throat! Not my mouth, OH GAWD! It’s so thick, it’s like SNOT! It’s nothing but SLIME! OH GAWD,

SOMEONE HELP ME!
SOMEONE HELP ME!
SOMEONE HELP ME!

It was the stuff of bathroom walls, the ones Samantha had seldom seen- the unpopular girl bathrooms, the bathrooms at rest stops and fast-food restaurants. The white, secret substance unspoken outside of sex ed textbooks and games of truth or dare. The filthy, impregnating jungle juice that she had vowed never, ever to put in her mouth. She was reminded of the smell of chlorinated water, the texture of chest-cold phlegm.

It was all over her mouth, inside her, bubbling in her throat, dripping down to her stomach, washing her teeth and tongue in a bath of slick, lumpy whiteness. She could feel disgusting, coagulated thicknesses floating around her teeth- oozing ropes plastered over her eyes. Wet weals leaking down her cheeks and onto the bed- into her hair, staining her skin!

“AAAAAAAAAAAUGH!” she screamed again- and Mist’s cellphone captured the image of her sperm-mouth boiling, cauldron-like, as the air of her howl tried to rise to the surface. Svava collapsed forward, spent, and her midsection laid directly across Samantha’s face, leaving her belly-button, the centerpiece of her flat, sexy waist, just inches from Samantha’s cum-choked mouth.

“By all of heaven, I’ve never dropped such a load,” breathed the red-haired cock-mistress. “Never in my years. Something about this doomed bitch inspires me to empty all of my seed into her.” Svava rolled off to the side, cock slapping wetly against her leg, lube trickling from her cunt. This exposed Samantha for all to see. The girl was frozen in shock and revulsion, still holding a sea of white goop in her perfect mouth. Her face was a mess of tears, spit, and cum. More of it was sliding down her cheeks in parallel white lines, pooling wetly on the bedspread around her neck, clumping the hair that had gathered there.

“She makes a better receptacle than a human being,” commented Thrist, jerking her foot-long meat with black-fingernailed hands. “I am impressed, Svava. I would be hard-pressed to shoot such a tremendous amount.”

“I only aspire to be like our goddess,” gasped Svava, chest heaving, pussy glistening beneath the base of her cock. The redhead was covered with sweat. “Now, I must recuperate, if I'm to take part later!”

Gabrielle walked to the bedside, stroking her fat cock with one hand and holding her white cellphone with the other. She held the phone in front of Samantha’s face, but the girl did not even seem to notice her. She was staring straight at the ceiling.

Gabrielle pressed a button, and the telltale sound of a camera-phone activation flickered through the room.

”Dear daddy,” she recited, her voice low. “Guess what I did last night? I met a bunch of the black guys who work at on the road crew near your office- and I took them home and let them spray their stuff into my mouth. They said I didn’t have to- but I wanted it so bad, I even paid them with some of my allowance. Here’s a picture from my special night. It was quite a lot to swallow! Your princess, Samantha.”

Gabrielle’s thumb hovered over the “Send” option.

Samantha began to whimper. Tears were leaking from her cum-coated eyes.

“Swallow the seed,” ordered Gabrielle. “Or your father will know all. As will your friends.”

Samantha closed her eyes, squeezing out fresh tears. She closed her mouth around the brimming sperm pool gathered there, and then her throat worked unspeakably, wetly…choking down the thick whiteness, guzzling it down into her smooth, flat belly.

I’m DRINKING SPERM! thought Samantha helplessly. I’m SWALLOWING CUM DOWN INTO MY STOMACH! OH GAWD IT’S SO THICK AND NASTY! She had become the limerick punchline, the terrible rumor of a hundred whispered sex chats. The thought threatened to break her. When he mouth had cleared at last, she lay jittering, sweat glistening on her perfect teen queen body, still clad in a bra and panties. Her face was glazed like a donut. The area around her mouth was wreathed in bubbling white fluid. She lowered her shaking arms to her stomach, cradling it.

Gabrielle removed her thumb from the phone. “We, Die Walküre, do not think less of you for your predicament,” she said. “Nor do we think ill of what you must do to survive it, child. The image we have just taken does not repulse, but inspires us. We accept and cherish you for it.”

She moved slowly onto the bed. “But others are not so kind. I would tell you of this phenomenon, but I do not stoop to such vulgarities, as I am the voice of the goddess. Thrist, tell her what she has become, in the eyes of people like her.”

Thrist, still stroking her fat cock, sat easily on the bed. “They might call you a ‘cum dumpster’, child,” cooed Thrist. Like the rest of her, her voice was dark. “They might say that your face was used like a cunt. They would scorn you for such. They would whisper to themselves that by allowing a full load of seed to fill your belly, you have entered territory most foul.”

“And though they might someday claim to forget or forgive,” Gabrielle chimed in, “they will never actually do so. They will always remember you as the tiny girl with a belly full of steaming seed. This is human nature.”

“This is the attitude you have sown, and you will now reap it.”

Samantha burst into tears. Full-blown sobs. Her body was wracked with them, shuddering on the bed. And then, perhaps shocked into the act by a combination of Gabrielle’s words and the memory of Debbie Gervin and the yellowish, hanging sandwich loogie…Samantha croaked and then vomited extravagantly and powerfully. Svava’s sperm rocketed from her mouth and nostrils in an amazing flood, mixed with water and stomach fluids. As usual for the weight-conscious teen, there was little else in her gut.

The recycled cum, now stained slightly darker (but only slightly), pooled beside Samantha’s head. Mist’s cellphone continued to capture every nuance.

“Can’t take it?” mused Hirja, aka. Valkyrie Silver. She was massaging the fat length of her tanned cock. “A pity, for I am next.”

Gabrielle sighed, and ran a hand through Samantha’s clumped hair. “Yes, a pity- for her. This was but one of Die Walküre, and but one orifice. A fraction of what is in store.”

She looked down at Samantha. “For every heart you have ground to dust, we have punishment in store. My dear- we have only just begun.”

Gabrielle looked at Hirja. Hirja nodded, and then pulled Samantha’s spermbarf-splattered body to the very outside of the bed, hanging the young girl’s head over the edge upside-down, and poised the massive tip of her veinous cock at Samantha’s mouth.

Gabrielle raised her phone. Her cock pressed her feather-fringed waistband outward with pulsating girth. Blonde locks showered down upon her head from the dazzling topknot there. Her blue eyes glistened. All could see that the 16-year-old's status and standing in the world was one button-press away from being destroyed.

With her mind slipping, and her very soul clinging to the chance to save her reputation, Samantha opened wide.