Part 2

In the face of these expectations, the domineering sexual instincts housed within him beckoned to his frame stand to meet them. To this end, the focused flicking of Rias' skull was exchanged for an active and effortful breeding of her face. First pressing her skull backwards to free over half of his shaft from the depths of her throat, he subsequently grounded it to set the entirety of her upper body flat across the ground. This done, the squatted crouch he had assumed to straddle her neck was exchanged for an athletic spreading of his legs outwards and downwards. Once planked with his crotch overtop her face and his legs parted to either side of her torso, he spiked his crotch forwards and inwards to initiate a string of thrusts far more taxing (and rewarding) than those he had started with.

Of the immediate rewards that he reaped for this change, the added depth that his member achieved down Rias' esophagus was the foremost. Largely forgotten was the quieting of his frame's demands for more satiation, and more importantly, the partial subjugation of the mounting demands placed by Rias' esophagus. Essentially, the thinner male abandoned all thoughts relating to the 'means' of his sex, and focused himself solely on the ends.

However vivid, it must be reiterated that the conditions that the portly and thinner male functioned within were understood by them on a surface level. Of the individuals present within the artificial train car, only one understood their efforts in their entirety.

This individual was none other than Rias Gremory: the moaning 'natural' whose body had necessitated these things in the first place.

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RIAS' SIDE

Locked within a protective prison of her mind's making, Rias tracked her vigorous double penetration from its beginning to its end. It did not occur to her throughout to question why her consciousness remained stable in spite of her body's moaning and writhing with pleasure. What was salient to her was limited to the conditions within her throbbing orifices, and those of the men who so aggressively contributed to this throbbing. Oscillating her attentions from one of her holes to the other, she dissected and internalized each new 'finding' she stumbled upon concerning them as the seconds of her stuffing turned to minutes.

Particular attention was devoted toward her cunt. Likely as a consequence of her natural discomfort with the concept of pregnancy, her mind ruminated sorely for each exacerbation that her portly suitor imposed.

"…T-That's the third time he's started t-thrusting faster." without warning, a verbalization of one of her findings echoed out within the silence of her mind. "D-Does that mean he's going to cum s-soon?

T-The way t-that his cock is throbbing r-really makes it seem that way…"

At this thought, her inner face frowned.

"H-He's been stabbing his hips upwards so hard that my crotch has g-gotten totally s-soaked. I-I can't even tell if it is more s-sweat, or s-some of the c-cum that was spewed inside m-me before." she noted.

"I-If he dumps h-his cock juice into m-me now, it'll o-only get messier! I-I might actually g-get pregnant!"

Well before her mind could begin cycling through the various unpleasant scenarios that would stem from such a happening, developments at her mouth wrenched her attentions in an entirely different direction.

The moment she did so, a very different form of concern bloomed her mind. In the minutes that had preceded her attentions redirection, the slapping of her second suitor's slop-plastered crotch to the exterior of her lips had taken an unsightly turn. Now, rather than pushing his crotch inwards and outwards to properly penetrate the depths of her esophagus, shorter and lazier thrusts indicative of exhaustions had become the norm for him. Through these, further stress was imposed on her gag reflex, and far more grotesque eruptions of clear spittle and precum were forced from between the smooth creases at her lips.

Whereas the majority of their content was spewed outwards to add to the growing mess at the thinner male's crotch, a great deal of the substance drooled downwards across her chin into an unbecoming pooling at her neck.

This was what concerned Rias; more and more, her body was being treated and rendered as a shameless cocksleeve. The shame that she associated with such handling—the shame that she should have been experiencing—was nevertheless absent within her.

Such developments were very worrisome for a woman as gifted and prideful as Rias Gremory.

"G-God, what is w-wrong with me?" she lamented internally. "I-I'm not like this…I-I'm not just some whore w-who melts for g-getting fucked l-like this, am I?"

To her, far more confirmatory evidence existed for this suggestion than dis-confirmatory. Still, the latter was that which she decided to cling to; her pride demanded it.

Founded in falsehood, her conviction only served to further separate her mind from reality. Within this reality, her semen-frothed inner walls clamored greedily to the phallic piston grinding across their lengths with the hope of coaxing it to burst within her. The flesh of her esophagus—far more used to naturally passing food and drink to her stomach—reflexively and repeatedly produced prolonged instances of peristalsis for the explicit purpose of preparing itself for the deluge of semen that would soon pass through it. Most saliently, the primal female instincts rooted fundamentally within her mind produced, and subsequently propagated a warm chemical bliss throughout her frame.

This bliss was that of 'rightness'; a sensation that could only come from acts and circumstances recognized by her body to be inherently positive.

Committed to denial yet consumed by acceptance, Rias was left within herself without words or recourse whilst the pulsing and twitching of her partners' endowments continued to climb toward a telling unsustainability…

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"GUUUGHH, Let's see how much of my cum your bloated cunt can swallow, Rias-chan!"

"I'm not gonna give ya a choice! Every drop of my cum is going straight into your stomach, Rias-chan!"

Seconds between one another, these utterances burst from the lips of the males plugged into Rias' throat and cunt. The moment they passed, their respective producers drove their hips inward, and selfishly compressed their crotches into direct contact with the lips at the top and bottom halves of her frame. From these happenings came geyser-like eruptions of virile semen against her vaginal canal, and directly down the length of her esophagus.

Chronologically, the former occurred several full seconds before the latter. Worn and euphoric from his minutes spent stirring the meat of Rias' cunt, the final thrust that the portly male produced again nuzzled an engorged helmet of cockflesh against the sex-fattened exterior of Rias' cervix. At this, a strand of semen denser and viler than the worst to come from her previous suitor jumped from the tip of his member into a cement-like coating of the flesh set against it.

In a manner not unlike the last orgasm to be dumped out against her cervix, several jizz strands packed full of equally pungent genetic material were layered atop one another in what appeared to be a second filling of her womanhood from its back downwards.

This time, 'relief' appeared. Worn from the constant stabbing of meaty cock-flesh against its exterior and soothed by the expulsion of balmy semen against it, Rias' cervix gave up a half inch of its coveted diameter to allow for a relatively-unencumbered spewing of semen directly into her womb. As the portly male's urethra sat at the dead-center of the button's opening, the first strand of seed to be forced between it rocketed as far upward as her virginal womb's roof. Subsequently, volumes of seed delivered through the opening with far less pressure staggered into contact with her uterine walls as a steadily-swelling pool of sludge. Essentially, a miniature reservoir of seed was created just past her cervix, and fed additional reproductive glut until its size necessitated an ascent of the substance towards her womb's ceiling.

Whilst nonetheless significant, the final size of the portly male's orgasm fell just short of completely consuming the natural shape of her womb with seed. Stopped just short of contact with her uterus' roof, the ocean of seed within it was left to sit, steam, and squirm against her fertile depths as the very first load of cum welcomed into its depths.

Amidst the completion of this filling arrived the thinner male's orgasm. Tempted by the flutter of her esophagus and the incessant 'begging' of its extent for his seed, an invasive burying of his member between her lips gave way to a vigorous convulsing of his member, and a hurried surging of semen through its urethra. With only inches of esophagus laid out ahead of it, the first length of semen to leave the tip of his member was squirted out into a plaster-like grafting with the tube flooring directly ahead of it. Following release, nearly 6 inches of the section was made to carry the weight of a disjointed and meaty zig-zag of cock juice unwilling to slide down into Rias' stomach as a proper 'fluid' should have. The eruption of a second toward the very same stretch of esophagus and its crisscrossing with the contents of the first created a 'blockage' within Rias' esophagus large enough to trigger clearance. Consequently, the fraction of a second that elapsed prior to the eruption of the third rope of seed from the thinner male's cock was spent by Rias' esophagus in responsive peristalsis. By the time the third geyser of acrid muck was belched into the organ, the volume of seed that had clogged it thus far could no longer be seen. Left in its place was a stretch of esophagus lightly-stained by the substance, and quivering in anticipation of being covered with more.

From this point onward, the bursts of seed repeatedly funneled down Rias' throat were carried directly into her stomach without issue. One by one, their passage elicited a creamy swallowing noise akin to the focused *GLRK—GLRK—GLRK* that one might hear throughout another's chugging of a dense milkshake.

As the output of this noise faded from Rias' neck, so too did the outflow of semen from her partner's member. Incidentally, the thinning of the final few globules spat up by his member coincided with the outright completion of the other orgasm that had fed her uterus warm and squishy with seed. This dictated that, among other things, the reproductive fluid of the thinner male was the last to fill Rias prior to the end of her double penetration.

Eventually, both of the releases poured out inside her ran their intended course—much to Rias chagrin. Throughout, the persistence of a cock down her throat and a crotch against her nostrils had denied her proper 'protest' of the spillage of semen within her. Neither of the loads squeezed into her frame had taxed her body in such a way that warranted complaint, but to her, it was the principal of the matter that was of importance.

Though she had 'signed up' for this sort of treatment, it was her belief that a young woman of her stature deserved some amount of warning, and much softer treatment by the males responsible for breeding her.

Naturally, the director of proceedings disagreed. Through his observation, he had come to the conclusion that 'more' rough treatment would be far better than 'less'. Waving a signal to the camera men near the set's core, he called a minor intermission, and strode inward toward Rias.

Donning a cheshire grin, his arrival above the quivering woman's frame coincided with a dislodging of both of the seed-lathered cocks buried within her.

"Good stuff, Rias—great stuff, actually!" he started. "We're almost at the end here; there are a just a couple more scenes we've got to get with the rest of the guys here and we'll be able to call it a day.

Keep that spirt up through the rest of it and we'll really have a guaranteed hit on our hands! Hi-hi!"

Convinced of his utterance and utterly indifferent toward the sprawled and seeded mess that had been made of Rias' frame, the director retreated backwards into a seamless blend with the undressed and sweating males at his back. As he disappeared, the distance between these men and Rias grew increasingly narrow until each of them could be observed as within a single stride of her body.

This was no illusion. Having witnessed the final, pre-planned 'signal' for the evening's events, each of them had wisely closed the distance they would be required travel to properly vie for control of Rias' body…

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MORE THAN SEVERAL

In the absence of directorial restraint, the males selected to participate in using Rias Gremory as a cocksleeve defaulted to their basal instincts. Forgoing all thoughts of equity and fairness, those of them that had yet to taste the velvet-like grasp of her innards rushed her glowing frame as an insatiable hoard driven by the very same set of perverse desires.

The first of this crowd to set hands on her was disarmed of complete dominion over her frame by a second. This second was quickly overcome by a third, and the third by a fourth until the meat of her pale frame could no longer be reasonably divided.

Birthed from the frenzied disorder with which they grasped and groped at her was a form of 'sharing' very much unlike the guided turn-taking displayed by those that had used her thus far. As the first male to lay hands on her had placed his hands at her hips to hoist her up into midair, his jostle for control ended with a sound plunge of Rias' used cuntlips down onto his member. Subsequent to the discharge of cock juice forced from her insides by its invasion, the cock of the second male found its way into the yet-unused tightness of the pristine asshole between her buttocks. Guided through a much more rigorous penetration via the second male's slide into a position directly behind Rias' body, the depth achieved by this phallus rivalled that of the first the moment it was plunged to a full hilt within Rias' intestines.

Like this, Rias' body was again sandwiched between a pair of males, and made to endure a spirited session of double penetration. Sustained in midair by grubby hands jockeying for control at her hips and waist, her endorphin-riddled frame was denied reprieve all throughout the untamed goring that her holes received in this position.

Still reeling from the implantation of two organ-warming weights within her stomach and womb, Rias proved an all too willing participant within the haphazard event. From her mouth came no calls for clemency, or even embarrassed outbursts at the fact that the virginity of her asshole had been stolen away by such a massive, vascular cock. In place of these came strained moans timed to the spikes in the speed at which her partners' cocks rifled through her innards. On occasion, these moans were supplanted by the utterance of perverse observations regarding the state of her insides, and furthermore, the potential consequences for entertaining a near-arm-length cocks within her asshole.

"Y-Your churning up my insides? I-I've already c-cum so much~! I-if you k-keep going l-like this, I-I'm gonna go i-insane!"

"I-I can feel you b-both moving! I-I can feel Y-Your c-cocks churning up my holes! T-They're gettin' shaped t-to match t-the size of your t-throbbing cocks ?."

With regularity and reverence, coos in the same general 'vein' as those outlined above left her lips. In spite of their explicitness, these verbalizations remained construable as ambiguous. None of this ambiguity was perceived by the males that surrounded her, though those actually familiar with her—a narrow bracket of individual notably absent from the area—could be expected to mistake her actions for a form of placid resistance.

For these individuals, genuine proof of her pleasure could be found in the placement of her arms, and the 'performance' put on by her lower orifices. Locked in an appreciative embrace of the neck of the first male to take hold of her, her arms served as a secondary means of securing her position whilst her holes were bounced up and down their respective lengths of cock.

Better still, the upward-angled spiking of her first suitor's member through her cunt reaped a visible splatter of clear, undiluted cunt-syrup from her depths per thrust that he completed. Whereas her intestines lacked a natural lubricant with which to ease her second partner's penetrative efforts, her asshole nevertheless provided its own form of 'relief' in the form of a pressurized containment of every drop of precum nastily squirted into its confines. Not a drop of the substance was allowed to drool from her asshole; even now, the entirety of its volume could be seen swamping the inches of gut-flesh that were regularly engorged by the second male's cock.

Given access to these sights, none could deny the final product of Rias' double-sided skewering: if only temporarily, Rias Gremory had found solace in serving as a fucktoy for older males.

It went without saying, of course, that the crowd of males that encircled her had accepted this conclusion well before Rias herself began teasing signs of it. Each biding their time until her defenses appeared well and truly weakened, a second salvo of sex-starved males crashed into her frame minutes into her double penetration.

The positioning of her sole remaining vacant orifice resulted in a fortunate third and fourth male making do with the exterior of her palms. First undoing the locking of both limbs around the first male's neck, both were forcibly outstretched at a downward angle, and afterwards attached to the base of another pair of engorged erections.

Neither of the frenzied males proved so mentally absent as to assume that Rias would begin stroking their members of her own accord. Having taken control of her arms with their own machinations in mind, they worked at their own paces to arrange her fingers and palms into miniature cocksleeves, and guide them up to the swollen flesh-helmets that topped their members. Subsequently, they utilized their own hands (each situated just below the base of her wrists) to see the smooth and feminine interior of their contrived orifices pumped up and down the focal pleasure point of their members. With only a rabid desire for pleasure as justification (and direction) for their actions, the pair worked feverishly to reap sensations comparable to those provided by her occupied cunt and asshole on their own.

In this they succeeded. Likely as a consequence of their preparative masturbation throughout Rias' usage by their peers, the third and fourth males attained orgasms more or less in time with the first and second. Unintelligible groans from the initial pair strained by sexual pleasure saw Rias' lower body fully impaled with two erections. This done, unruly eruptions of semen jetted from her users' endowments at a frequency that saw the back of her vaginal canal and the upper reaches of her large intestines coated, and eventually clogged with semen.

Relative to her asshole, her cunt managed its force-feeding with a degree of grace. Once reintroduced to the flesh-scalding heat of male reproductive fluid, her cervix submitted itself in its entirety to the substances coating of her pre-filled womanhood. Untrained and unprepared, the same could not be said for her asshole. The moment the second male's cock fully escaped the reddened and swollen grasp of her sphincter, a sputtered regurgitation of semen from her rear saw the vast majority of its payload spill out onto the ground.

Comically, not a soul present—not even Rias—acknowledged the happening for what it was; for each of them, matters that ranged from the savoring of an orgasm, to the acquirement of sexual pleasure were of much greater importance.

It was for this reason that the orgasms of the third and fourth males were cut relatively short in comparison to those of their peers. Amidst a compressed seeding of the interior of Rias' palms and the drooling of excess seed between the cracks of her fingers into a variable leakage down the length of her forearms, her body was again repositioned by an equally ravenous 'faction' of males from the crowd behind them.

This time, the grounding point chosen for her frame was a familiar position laid out across the ground. First wrenched by her hips away from the first male to secure his hands to her frame, a fifth took the grooves of her hips for himself prior to descending to the ground with her. Just as his peer had previously, he spread her thighs and locked his palms against their undersides as support pedestals before guiding the tip of his member down to a perfect penetrative leveling with her slit. Subsequently, he punched his hips forward, and once again parted Rias' jizz-plastered mound with a fresh extension of cock.

Several other males from the crowd were quick to take advantage of the repositioning of her frame. As she descended to the ground, so too did a sixth and seventh male intent on having their 'turn' with her body. Waiting patiently for the prolonged squeal of bliss that signaled her penetration, each of them took up closely arranged positions straddling her upper body.

Knees spread to either side of her frame and crotch situated just above her cleavage, the sixth male reached down with both hands to dig his palms into the sweat-dewed flesh of Rias' breasts. Overwhelmed with excitement by the smoothness of her flesh and his inability to encapsulate their entirety with the span of his palms, he exerted himself in a needlessly rough squeezing of both mounds before ultimately peeling them away from one another. This done, he lowered his crotch down to a point low enough to align the underside of his member along the moistened space between her breasts, and finally pushed his hands inwards to envelope his shaft with their flesh.

As the sixth male took to jamming his member up and down through the gratuitous swell of Rias' cleavage, the seventh indulged in the pleasures locked past the back of her throat. From a squatted position behind her skull (one that left his cock to bob out over her face from her forehead down to her chin), he gripped the base of his member with his dominant hand whilst extending his subordinate hand outwards to take up a handful of the crimson-locks messily bundled underneath her skull. With it, he peeled her skull off of the ground, and raised it upwards until her parted lips were brought up to a position directly opposite the head of his shaft. Predictably, his completion of this transition saw him plunge his crotch inwards and downwards to noisily bury his member straight down the loosened length of Rias' congested esophagus.

The completion of the seventh male's first thrust proved the advent for a second inundation of Rias Gremory's frame with cockmeat. This time utilized on the inside and out by the swollen phalluses of her suitors, no part of her was spared the knowledge of that which a pent male phallus could impose onto a female frame in regards to stimulation.

Cocks were capable of turning the guarded tightness of her womanhood into an acceptant pliancy that begged to put to use suckling loads of semen from as many males as possible. Cocks could turn oxygen deprivation and the taste of salty cocksweat into a depraved pleasure source and an addictive pleasure respectively. Cocks could turn reasonable concerns about pregnancy into an indifference whose only justification was the soothing, completing fullness acquirable only through a uterus engorged with seed.

These were the conclusions that Rias arrived at throughout her usage by the males in control of her body.

Even whilst lost in the pleasure that they provided, that which she remained conscious of remained unchanged:

More justification for these conclusions was not far away.

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AND REPEAT

In a sequence that matched the order at which they penetrated her, all three of the males embedded within Rias attained orgasm.

Not unlike the males before them, not one of the three found themselves able to resist in the seconds leading up to the happening. Whilst slamming their crotches inwards and submerging their members within pockets of flesh smooth, slogged, or buoyant, stimulating themselves to completion as quickly as possible became the very meaning of their existences.

Rias' body had demanded this. Despite being the ones to take control of her and abuse her frame as a too-large fleshlight, it was ultimately the quality of her body that pushed them over their respective 'edges'.

Perhaps the truest realization of this fact was the size of the load spit between, and straight through the mass of her cleavage. At the end of a particularly painstaking plunge of glans-flesh through the sandwiched and precum-glossed pillows at Rias chest, a healthy tower of seed was quite literally wrenched from the base of the sixth male's member straight out of the nose of his urethra. Following the dousing of its contents onto the base of her neck, the euphoric heat spawned within his brain all but necessitated a backwards wrenching of his hips, and an increase in the strength funneled into his palms for the sandwiching of her breasts. Spawned from this was a makeshift 'pocket' into which he could dump his remaining seed.

And that he did; overtaken by a need to groan and a felt admiration for the 'hole' he was seeding, his body remained stiff and statuesque in its straddle of Rias' chest until a final dollop of cum escaped from his member.

Similar lengths were crossed by the males fortunate enough to have their endowments surrounded by the flesh of her innards. Whilst the fifth male added to the now-overwhelming volume of seed squirming within Rias' uterus, the seventh fully submitted himself to the serpentine wringing of seed from his member by the smooth muscle of her esophagus. The former of these releases finished well before the latter, though the final product reaped from each of them was exactly the same: the introduction of denser, excessively virile seed into organs already visibly caked with the substance.

Their 'work' complete, each of the three men took their time in dislodging themselves from Rias' frame, and lumbering off with expressions as much satisfied as they were soulless.

No sooner did they slide out of focus around her frame did others sized similarly to them—erections engorged and unsated—rush forward to take their place.

Rias required no consolation for their approach; twitching and orgasmic, her eyes immediately fell onto the upright erections whose musk inundated the air around her. Despite this, some came to her from the only source left willing to provide it to her.

"Great work, Rias-chan! Loving the angles!" the director cackled. "Just a couple more repetitions and we'll be out of here!"

Juxtaposed tellingly against his 'encouragement' was the overall emptiness of the comments he had made. Not once did he make mention of how many more cycles of males Rias would be made to entertain, or how many more loads of cum she would be expected to take into her body.

Tragically, Rias could not bring herself to care. In her mind were thoughts that pertained only to further perfect performances as a peerless actress…