Degenerate Masochist’s Reincarnation as A Goddess

My Cump Dump Miracle

Bravest of the Nararu approached me on tip-toes, a girl with small perky tits and a sporty build. A long prehensile swirled behind her hips, her enormous girldick was at nearly full mast, and her eyes were locked on mine. Purple green patterns shifted through her skin. 

“Really want to be helping?” ske asked, curious. “Free use?”

“Nhaahhh…” I moaned softly, keeping my mouth open in invitation. 

“Hurry!”

“No dwaddling. Want to try purple girl too!”

“Cock already so hard~” A Nararu gecko girl was clenching her thighs together and gritting her teeth, while stroking herself reluctantly. 

“Lots and lots of Nararu welcome free use stranger,” said the one before me. “Funny idea, but nice!”

She stepped before me. Thick fruity sweet scent of precum and exotic gecko-girl juices filled my nose and head in a single breath. Gods, I wanted to taste her and drown in their juices and gunk. I let out another helpless moan, wriggling my arms against the sealed shackles. They really were inescapable. Helplessness and public exposure cooked a mother of all lusts in my naughty bits.

I dripped. Sticky strandy hot droplets of Ion-fluids were dribbling onto the stone slab beneath my thoroughly wet ass. I let out a pleading mewl, drunk on the stench and sight of the girldick before me. Please. Cock.

“You wanna get hairtie?” she asked.

I blinked, taken out of the moment.

“Hair’s gonna get sticky! Not fun.”

“Uhm… Y-yeah. I-if you could.” Embarrassing! How had I not thought of that. Ugh, it would be horror eating cum from a bowl with hands behind my back if hair went everywhere.

“Then wait moment!” The girl removed a snap of ornate rope tying her own deep purple hair. She had to inch closer while gathering my hair. Her cock flopped onto my face. A hard girldick radiated heat and pulsed against my cheek, mouth, and forehead. My sex spasmed with need. Stuff broke in my brain. 

I panted uselessly against it, dreaming of ways it and the other cocks around me could fill me up, while the cute girl gathered my hair and tied it. After a moment, she made a joyful sound.

“Ready! Looking pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Made a nice fluffy bun. Tight. Secure. Good for gripping.”

Nghhh. “Thanks,” I managed to say despite the mind numbing arousal. Her cock was still dominating my face, just resting there. 

I heard a slutty squelch of an elf throat being penetrated. Shadada let out a gagged squeal. Someone started pounding her face hard. Fuck. Fuck. Need it. Please now…

Snaps moaned. From the corner of my eye I saw a gecko girl spread her legs wide open and begin breeding her. The former piratess screamed in pleasure. Geckogirl cock made a bump in her tummy. My own womb clenched in second hand pleasure-pain. 

O my gosh, they’re gonna breed and fuck us dumb, I realized. So many of them. Hundreds. We might never be free again.

“Okay, you ready? All nice? Feeling really, really hard,” said the girl resting her dick on my face.

“Y-yehhh… Where?”

“I wanna try mouth!” she declared cheerfully. “I’m gonna use horns okay? Always wanted to try hold horns when using mouth. It’s fine, right?”

“Nnhh… Uhu.”

She grabbed her dick and started helping the tip towards my lips. I accepted it eagerly, savoring the first fruity inches of gecko girldick, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her and myself. Together with her, at her pace, I began working her length inside me, gulping down chokingly thick inches, letting her rest and pull out as she needed. 

My vision misted with tears when she passed the back of my throat and began sliding deeper. I blinked rapidly, clenched my fists, and swallowed like a good little cum dump. Unyielding steel hugged my neck and cock filled my throat. That sense of helplessness and humiliation when her girth molded my flesh into a toy for her pleasure ticked loose many of the slut-screws in my brain. I groaned.

The girl above me shivered, moaning. “S-so… ahhh…”

I sucked her deeper in.

Another gasp left her lips. Her intense lizard gaze locked on me.

Fuck it did something funny to my head. To be stared down by a girl with her hands on my horns, surrounded by sounds of my friends being used as chained slaves, the feeling of helplessness my own bondage, and the hubbub of a hundred-something strong crowd ready to use us like cum rags. She slid deeper. It bulged inside me. I couldn’t breathe. Those eyes, fuck. More cock slid down into me. More. More. All of it.

A slick and smooth pubic mound booped into my nose. Slimy fruity girl fluids seeped onto my tongue from the base of the cock. My long tongue tasted the edge of the hairless lizard girl pussy, reaching for the spot where their cock-clitoris parted their folds. 

“G-good.” The girl above me panted, her face hot and horny for me. Pink patterns pulsated on her skin and eyes. “Y-you can’t breathe?”

Fully gagged and choked by her cock, I met her eyes and let out a pathetic gurgle. The slow asphyxiation felt like a brazier inside me, feeding hot lust oil to my arousal. I wiggled my hips and shackled wrists while remaining obediently on my knees, keeping my chest thrust out for her and the crowd’s pleasure. My tail slapped the ground excitedly behind me.

“She likes choking!” observed one audience member.

“The dark elf too!”

“I think they all do. Why else collars?”

“They like bindings and choking and cum, that much is obvious.”

“You think it’s nice? Maybe bindings and choking and cum is fun?”

“What else do they like?”

“I wanna try, I wanna try! Mememe next!”

My throat convulsed and I almost coughed. Gosh, I was really choking now. My arms struggled on instinct, seeking freedom to dislodge the girl from my throat. 

“O-oh… sorry! I’ll just… I use the horns now okay?” asked the girl above me.

I made a long gagged whine against her and spanked my tail against the ground.

Gripping horns, she pushed me off. I gasped spit and air. She pulled me back. Hot hard girlmeat interrupted my inhale. Full again. Choking. I almost came a little and felt something thicker start to trickle down my thigh. She pushed. Pulled. I melted into a whore and just held my face open, keeping my lips and mouth molded to her shape, while keeping my teeth away from her, accepting my role as her toy. 

Cock ground against my face hole. Filled, choked. Empty, gasping. Filled, choked. Empty, gasping. I felt pleasure throb through her. She closed her eyes in a face of delight and groaned. Her pace intensified. I kept my spine taut and made myself usable.

A leash clinked at my neck. Half-choked breaths and ugly slurps came out of me. Spit flew and gushed sloppily. My body getting slick with sweat and spit. Girl juices simmering into a sticky mess between my legs. So hot and horny, could probably take any cock. Hard, soft, big, small, doesn’t matter. Anything could slip into me.

Every time instincts pulled at my arms, the shackles reminded me that I was bound and helpless. I was close. So close. Just fill me and I’d cum. Anything. Anyone. Cock please.

She let out a bestial groan and buried my face into her sex. Her tail lashed out and snapped around my collared neck. She squeezed and came screaming. 

“Nnghh, c-close!” Nararu held my horns tight. “W-where?”

Mnngh. Gurgled and moaned against the cock choking my throat. 

“Where to cum?”

Cum pumped straight into my gullet. My eyelids shuddered. Air wasn’t getting into my brain. I swallowed along her length.

“She wants it in the bowl!”

I wriggled. Chains clinked. I tried to communicate in broken, gasping moans, while reaching behind my butt with bound arms and spreading my ass cheeks. Anywhere, cum inside me, anywhere.

“The bowl!?”

The girl pulled out, mid orgasm. Hot sticky white splashed on my face, blinding one eye. Droplets smattered all over my breasts. The tail continued choking me. I grit my teeth, struggling in vain against the shackles as blackness neared. A hand on one horn, the girl before me hunched over, groaning in pleasure while she jerked off her spit-and-cum slicked member. Big dollops of her cream shot out into the clay bowl and the floor around it.

Bent over and held down, I watched her milk herself into the clay bowl inches from my face. All I could do was gurgle, my tongue lolling, eyes rolling, begging for air.

“AAahhh… s-so good!” groaned the girl as she finished.

She let go of my neck and horns.

I fell face first into the bowl. Warm cum painted my face. I think I came a little. Something spasmed between my thighs.

“Sorry!”

“It’s…” I wheezed for air, legs squirming. “It’s fine… All fine… Ahh…”

A tail wound around my hair bun. I was lifted into a hanging kneel by my hair. It hurt nice. Thick cumstains dribbled off of my ruined face. I couldn’t open my eyes. I licked.

“She wants to eat it.”

“Yeah, that’s what she said.”

“Help her.”

“My turn!”

I felt soft fingers caress my face, scooping cum. Another pair gathered it from my breasts. I felt safe to open an eye.

“Here.” The cutie who’d just choke-fucked me offered a cupped hand full of spunk right to my lips. 

“Nnnghh. Thank you,” I moaned, opening up.

She helped the fingers close. I leaned a little further to suckle them and drink up the thick fruity soup.

Two licks into finger feeding, I felt two fingers slip into my snatch. 

“Okay to go in? Wanna go now!”

“Please use me any–” my plea turned into a loud ‘fuck’. 

A hand finger-banged my pussy at a rapid drill. I latched onto the cum feeding hand and moaned while suckling stuff off of the fingers. Speedster fingers stopped. Hands seized me and a cock pierced me fully to the hilt. All in under a second. 

My head went nutty. I came around the first thrust. 

“She’s coming! So fast! Nhhgggh, tight! Good hole!” The geckogirl fucking me set a punishing rhythm.

My sloppy little sluthole and I screamed in pleasure. Brain went poof. I nursed cum off of the offered hand on sex slave autopilot. 

Another cock offered itself to my lips while sex shook my body lewdly. I opened my mouth and begged for more cum. Hands found my horns again. The cock soon joined its kin in pounding me. 

More geckogirls approached, crowding me. Someone was fucking my thigh. Another wound my tail around theirs and jerked off with it. Fingers groped into my soft flesh. They pawed at my ass and tits curiously – my thighs and tummy. Tails wound around me, often choking, sometimes fondling. Usually they coiled tight, adding a layer of muscle restraints to my steel bondage. Even kneeling and half standing, I felt pinned down. Cocks rubbed against my slimy body. 

When I came I could only shiver in place and cry against whichever fleshy girth was currently using my mouth. They purred good girls and cheers at me. Someone started rewarding my cumming by twist-milking my nipples. Another found out that my pointy drae ears were hypersensitive to licking and three other tongues kiss them. 

Cum pumped into my mouth and slit. Big fat loads, often with very little rest in between as they rotated me. I couldn’t swallow it all. Stuff flowed out and turned me into a slutty cumstain. Stuff gushed out of my well filled pussy when it could drink no more, flowing a lewd waterfall down my legs. 

The ever geckofolk ‘helped’. Hands offered cum to my face whenever a cock wasn’t in it. Sometimes they allowed me to clean it off of their fingers. Sometimes they stuffed it in and held a palm to my lips and nose until I swallowed. Sometimes they finished their orgasms in the bowl and brought it to my lips, tilting it to feed me. Much spilled over. I could not hope to finish even half of it. The bowl began to overflow.

Geckogirls climbed around each other. Somehow, a girl had glued their own slick body against my front and was jerking off against the tight space between our tummies. My anus parted around a fat cock when two were already inside me. Another thing spread me wide. My hips felt full, ready to burst. So much cum and cock. Too much. 

I must’ve screamed really pathetically, because the geckogirls actually let up and paused using me for a second, asking about if it was okay, if it was too much.

I could no longer speak, only puke cum through my mouth and nose. So instead I made pleading slutty noises and jerked my hips back towards the cocks until they understood that they were free to break me.

They understood.

The pace grew rough. Hands no longer held my horns and hair gently, but jerked me like a toy. Geckogirl bodies swarmed me. Rape-rough cocks violated my everything. My anus would no longer close between fucks. The skin of my pussy and sphincter felt raw, used. My orgasms were half pain.

Stuff flowed into and over me. So much. I felt like I was drowning. And so many bodies, like a never ending tide.

All I could do was focus on staying alive and staying usable for them. 

I didn’t think, I just blissed out into slut space.

Then, eventually, bodyheat and the press of flesh against mine decreased. I saw light again, albeit dim and moon hued. With every tail restraint that left, I was left slouching deeper, ragdolled.

Flesh and cock and cum still filled my head, but I was starting to regain awareness.

Someone was pounding my ass desperately still. Just one person. I was moaning?

Another was jerking on top me. They held me leaning back, breasts towards the sky. The one on top groaned and unloaded pulses upon pulses of fresh geckogirl stuff on my already white tits and body. 

“T-thank you,” I managed to say.

“She speaks again.”

“Told you she’d speak again,” groaned the one inside my anus. She came. Stuff flooded me. 

Suddenly, I realized my belly was taut and my insides full. Pressure went backwards. I felt the door of my throat lapse. Cum surged the wrong way. Sticky stuff came up my throat and filled every hole in my nose and mouth. Tears blurred my vision and weird slimy moans-coughs dribbled from my lips as the orgasm unloading into my anus pumped cum out of my face.

They chatted about something cheerfully and patted my head, while I still coughed my throat clear to breathe. Tails set me down on the cooling puddle on top of stone. 

I stay laying, remembering how to exist.

Cold steel remained tight around my neck and wrists. A day of sex had infected me with a lingering horniness that would not leave, even though I’d cum enough to satisfy a small town. I couldn’t not think of sex. Not when my lilac body was painted over with this sticky white coat and my insides were pumped full.

Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach. My abused nipples burned from the cooling embrace of stone. A gallery of bruises and marks from gropes and tail chokes ached all over my body. I spread my legs. Sore muscles in my vagina and anus began twitching. I felt sperm trickle out and over my sex, adding to the puddle around me. I cough-snorted out some more. 

My face was all slimed up, but I couldn’t muster the strength or effort to rise and clean myself and neither could my fellow cum dumps. So we just lay there, three tired rags making piggy girl noises while squirting cum out of our holes, getting used to breathing again without a cock in my throat. Breathing, cooling, recovering, leaking cum. I felt like a used rag, more object than woman.

Surroundings returned to me. The moon peeked through the canopy high above. I remembered we were in the middle of a village. Up there in the huts all around us, they geckofolk were sleeping.

And we were here, laying on a slab of stone, drenched and spent, barely alive, doomed to a slavery we begged for.

I came at the thought and squirted out some of my own juices into the fat spunk mound piling up against my legs and ass. Someone was gonna have to eat that. I came again. A fresh wind shivered my butt and elicited a moan from me.

“Ion…?” Shadada gasped.

She lay sprawled on her back, legs bent open. Her body trembled. White smears flowed down in the grooves of her muscles and curves. 

“Still alive,” I replied, trying to move. Muscles protested in pain, drawing out a whimper. Fucked and bruised, and with my wrists behind my back, best I could do was splash around and slip on slick stone. 

“Fuck, I’m…” Snaps climaxed loudly. She’d been set to kneel against the obelisk. The messed up piratess was staring at her swollen belly while gasping. Her body spasmed and the pile of white stuff beneath her feet grew as she squeezed it out of her womb. 

“Pregnant. They’ll get us pregnant.”

“Nhh.” I too had a looong fat squirt of cum leave my womanhood as I placed more bodyweight from tits to my lower half. “No.”

“No?” asked Shadada. “How sure?”

“Miracle,” I said. “Iss… uhh… just trust.”

Not enough unfucked braincells left to explain that miracle would prevent pregnancy, bodily functions, and all nasty stuff from interfering. Though it might also trap us here forever, unless we fulfilled the condition.

My eyes wandered our surroundings. Tens of bowls of cum rested around us, spilling. Half again the amount was on the ground however, spread about in clumpy puddles around us. And half again that was sliding off of our bodies and holes.

Grunting with effort, I squirmed my legs between my body and the floor and raised my face off the ground. A jungle of sticky strands snapped between my abdomen, breasts, and face. Gravity slapped them back down onto me. More slid out of my rear holes. I started swallowing lumps from my nasal cavity and licking the worst of it from around my lips. Gulping cum, I heard the other two struggle upright-ish.

“Ahh, kraken’s butt, we’re doomed,” said Snaps, looking at the cum around us.

“Have faith in our goddess. She’ll teach us.”

“Teach what? I’m filled up.”

“A miracle,” said Shadada.

Snaps snorted cum, then coughed. 

I was licking the stuff as it dribbled down my face, cleaning my nose and chin, luxuriating in the cocktail of slutty bliss – the restraints, our degradedness, my raw and bloated holes, the hot sense of being abandoned in middle of a town, the knowledge of being forced to serve them as relief toys.

“Ahhhn.”

“Behold, our gorgeous slave goddess, bathed in cum and moonlight, she awakens.”

“She’s just cumming again…”

“She awakens,” insisted Shadada.

I came again a little. 

Then, shuddering, I faced the other two kneeling slaves beside me. “We begin with the bowls.”

“There’s like twenty!”

“We must. They’re the messiest. Bound, we can’t eat clean. Come.” I couldn’t walk. My body was too sore for that, but I could remain on my knees and ass and waddle-wiggle through the puddle, so I weaved my way to the bowls with a sloshing belly.

They spread before me like a demonic punishment meant to make uppity slaves cry and beg for mercy. Oh gosh it was gonna be horrible. I whimpered a little at the thought, but mastered myself.

Arms neatly tucked against the small of my back, thighs together, I bent. Mouth open, I aahned and scooped down. My tongue couldn’t reach the bowl without my chin dipping into it, so I let it stain my chin. The thick stench of spunk filled my head all over again. I nearly gagged. My eyes teared again, but I pushed myself to eat it like a good little slut. Scoop after scoop, glug, glug.

I felt the other two’s gazes on me and eyes of several geckofolk villagers up late. What must they think, watching me voluntarily shackle myself, beg for cum, get raped, and then start stuffing myself on their spillings?

I felt so embarrassed. So demeaned. My head spun deep into sub space again. 

Sticky and thick and way too fruity, I struggled to swallow it. My nose and face kept dipping as arousal wobbled my balance. I kept eating, forcing it down.

Shackles clinked as two others dragged themselves beside me. Our gulps and whimpers filled the night air. 

“I can’t,” cried Snaps, opening up to let it spill.

I helped her by kissing it back down her throat. She needed help several times and both Shadada obliged, feeding her.

Bowls emptied slowly, then cleaned out.

Hours had passed by the last bowl. All three of us were feeling pregnant, swollen. But we’d fatten up for sure if this kept up for more than three days, so we had to do this now. Three days in a row we’d eat it all. 

“The floor,” I croaked. “The floor next.”

Snaps was on her back, sobbing and moaning. She was done.

Shadada, however, still managed to shuffle around.

Together, we bent our asses up and set our tongues to the stone. We slurped up the big piles of gunk and cleaned the grooves and puddles. Slowly, lick by lick, we removed the evidence of our public use party.

Snaps had digested well enough to join the last bit. It didn’t need saying out loud, when time came to clean ourselves.

I licked them first. It was my duty as their useless pervy goddess.

Cleaning their toes and feet made them squirm. Licking their legs had them panting with desire. I serviced their holes when their turn came, making sure to give each a loving orgasm they deserved, both anal and clitoral. I worshiped their supple bodies then, licking Shadada’s muscles and Snaps’ taut sunkissed skin until they knew they were loved. When the turn came for their faces, it devolved into sloppy tired make out.

Then came my turn.

“On your knees,” ordered Snaps.

I stood up as high as my trembling legs allowed. “Nghh, like this?”

“Hold still.”

A hot wet tongue tickled my back. “Aaah!”

It pressed hard into my sore flesh. I suppressed a grunt. Cool saliva replaced the sticky cum my skin. Two tongues worked my back, avoiding the bruises. They moved to my arms, cleaning it all up and suckling my fingers for a few unnecessarily long minutes (which made me squirm and moan) before ordering me again.

“On your back.”

I obeyed and settled to lie before them. “Ahh… h-how do you want my legs?”

“Keep them spread straight.”

“Okay.” I spread-eagled myself for them. 

Two impossibly gorgeous chained slaves hovered above me, drinking in the sight of my filthy body. They let me squirm there for a bit and simply watched me grow in horniness.

Then, they leaned in. Breasts drooped to give me tantalizing views of each girl. Eyes sought mine. We spoke of despises and passions without a word.

Soft tender tongues touched my body. One tickled my tummy. Another traced a brain-melting journey from my neck to my ear. They did not come at me with the intent on cleaning me of cum. They made me beg.

For more teasing.

For another orgasm.

And for more. 

The moon had traveled a long path through the night by the time we became a clean hot pile of chained slaves without a drop of sperm on us. We cuddled to sleep against the obelisk in a lewd lesbian sex slave pile.

When slumber took me to dreams, I was certain we could do it. The miracle would be a bit harder to pull off than I’d thought, but we could do it. And when we did it would truly qualify as a miracle!

The next morning began with the Nararu shaman arriving. She was older, taller, and a bit more muscular than the rest.

The three of us formed an obedient line of kneeling sluts before her, wet, horny, and oh so prepared to be used.

The shaman glared down at us with a smoldering heat that made my tail twirl. Then she spat on my face.

“Nhhaaahh!” I groaned in pleasure.

She grabbed my hair cruelly and lifted my face up. “I know what you are,” she whispered. “Another blasphemer foreigner trying to sell weird religion to my triber so we become slaves to wizard masters. I can smell it on you. Divine powers. You think you’re smart with your gods and goddesses, performing miracles. Hah!”

Her grin was so evil. So hot. I squirmed against her grip. “Nghh…” Use me lizard mommy. Fuck me up!

“I heard your spell,” she said. “Three days you say. Hah. Maybe you can drink Nararu dry, but can you clean bowls at night if ancestral spirits come for you?”