The Breaking of Mother Night 9

by Mr. K. 

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Your voice is hoarse as you admit “Yes.”

“They … they pulled out of this cunt of yours and pulled your ass cheeks apart next, didn’t they? The pawns opened up your ass, and they took your asshole, didn’t they?”

Your body shudders again as you recall it. You remember feeling the big, rough hand of one of the pawns clutching your left ass cheek, and the big, rough hand of another pawn clutching the other ass cheek. They were ham-fisted as they pulled your cheeks apart, pulling your butt wide open. You bit your lower lip and moaned as you felt the tender flesh of your asshole stretched. You remember hearing a third pawn grunting as he aligned himself behind you.

He worked up a mouthful of saliva and spat for all he was worth. Bent over, facing the other way, your ass in the air, you can hear him swirling the gob. You heard him spit.

It felt as though someone had flicked a powerful finger against your asshole. It stung and your asshole quivered. You heard the loud slapsplat to go along with the biting sting. You bit your lip again. You could feel the hot slime of his spit oozing over your anus. Another did the same, his gob of spit also striking your asshole and making you shudder.

“Go on man,” you hear him coax. There is another deep-in-the-throat sound, and another spit projectile crashes into your stretched anus. Another followed his path. He was a bit off to the side; some of his slobber laid itself across your ass cheek. Your left ass cheek.

“They … they took turns spitting on my asshole. They … held my ass open and spat into it. Soon … soon my ass was just full their spit. One of them pressed his finger up against my asshole and made deep circles.”

You remember the feeling of his big index finger slipping around in the saliva of seven men. It slipped into you. Your asshole opened easily, so easily, for him. Immediately, his finger was up your ass to the last knuckle.

You arched and you grimaced. Your eyes went wide and you gasped.

You were Mother Night, being fingered up the ass.

“I felt my ….” You stop for a moment. Your new captor is crushing and twisting your large breasts with superhuman strength. You shake with pain. Through his pants, he grinds his erection against your camel toe. Your groan. You continue doing as he demands, recounting how Chess destroyed you years before his ownership of you.

“Tell me about how they raped your asshole. They ‘ran a train’ on you, right?”

He knows so much about your defeats.

“He … He fingered my asshole so … so hard. I was gaping. I think …”

You remember how your asshole seemed to stretch even further, somehow. You bit your lower lip, the muscles in your thick legs shaking. Two hands pinned your arms down to the chess board, crushing them against the black and white squares. Another pawn reached from behind and took fierce hold of your long, red hair. This was when it felt as though electric shocks were exploding in your scalp.

“ He … twisted and pulled every strand of my head. He pulled my head back sharply. I screamed more from that than the two … He had two fingers deep in my ass. He was … They were hard like you,” you almost whisper. Your dom’s cock is out and he his ramming his erection against the bud of your clit through the skintight material of your black catsuit. Just as when Chess owned you, your legs shudder and you fight to catch your breath through the pain.

With them, it was your hair being twisted and your asshole being stretched wide. With this captor, it is your big breasts being crushed and your camel-toe cunt being beaten through your costume.

You remember how the other chess pieces clapped and cheered. They cheered as his speed grew faster and faster. They cheered as your grimaced and cried out in pain.

“There we go!” he grumbled, you remember. The searing pain in your asshole reached a new crescendo as he yanked out his fingers, and easily jammed in his cock.

“He was huge in my ass,” you groan as your new captor twists and crushes your breasts, as he increases his rhythm against your costumed cunt.

You remember how you could feel the suddenly furious pumping of the pawn’s cock in your gaping asshole.

“He raped you up the ass. He was inhumanly strong. He pumped until he felt like he was going to blow, then ripped himself out and moved to your face. Before your asshole could get even a moment of relief, there was another pawn sliding himself into you.” Your new captor groans during all of this as his pounding of your costumed pussy increases.

“How could you know?” you ask, as you recall that the new one entering your ass did it ferociously. He circled his hips and used your hair for leverage. Yes, this was the one that had such a grip on your hair. You remember how your screams became higher and more desperate.

You remember how one of the Queens laughed “You know these aren’t regular men, yes?”

Those words reached you as the one in your ass finally nestled his hips completely up against the firm arch of your backside. Those words reached you just as two massive cocks forced their ways into your mouth. One was the pawn who had been in your ass. One was another big man who high-fived him as he plunged into your face. The light of the room was eclipsed by the muscular forms of two men.

“Two cocks in your mouth at once,” your new owner laughs as he circles his hips. “You thought you would gag and suffocate. You were surprised that your mouth would even take both of them, weren’t you.”

Again, you whisper “How could you know? How … do … you know what … Chess did to me?”

You remember how all three men moved like a single entity, the thrusting in your ass matched the swirling rhythm of the two members in your mouth. You were gagging. You felt the impulse to raise your arms in resistance, but they were still pinned down.

“Were you trying to resist, or surrender?” your new captor chuckles. You have no answer as you remember their thrusting and your gagging reaching a fever pitch. Unspoken, on cue, the pawns pulled themselves free of your body.

When the first spurt rained on you, you understood why the Queen told you how these were not average men. Some came out like oily grey-black spume that burned when it soaked your skin. Some was white, but not cum-white. It was the stark, pure white of a chessboard square. You closed your eyes as their jism rained on you.

You were Mother Night, turned into a cum dragon.

Your new captor’s voice grows husky he talks to you.

“It was alive right?” he asks. “That weird spunk that was coming out of them was a living entity, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” you say. You remember how it seemed to gather on its own? How it seemed to pool and swim across the relief of your body? One gob would join itself with another across your face, your back your arms. It would stretch itself in thick white strings as you grew weaker and sleepier.

“The cum …It stretched itself in a web, and it crept all across my body. It drugged me.”

You remember being slipped off to sleep in a strange, sticky web of cum. As your new owner loudly grunts and shoots a long, hot finger of cum on your costumed crotch, your remember being webbed up in a strange, sticky net made of superhuman jism.

You feel the heat of this new master’s cum sinking through your costume.

“You woke up, and found that you were back in your box,” he growls. You moan, but nod yes. It was true.