The Vessel by Selena Moore

Chapter 6

The men turned in their direction as she walked in at the designated time. The mini leather dress she was wearing left very little to the imagination and she felt several pairs of eyes glued on her as they gathered around her. They were in a blue room now, it's austerity impressive on its own. There was only a leather platform in one corner, a minibar, and a few chairs in another.

“Emmanuella, the men are ready,” Marcus said, his voice cold and flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever. He justwalked over to the bar, poured himself a drink, and left her with eight men she had never seen before, about to be fucked to oblivion.

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes took the men in, one by one. Most of them were white, some clearly Hispanic and there were two black dudes whose stare was dark and unfathomable. She noticed one of them was missing an arm and the other had a patch around his left eye.

“I bet Marcus fucked you real good,” one of the Hispanic men said, moving closer and running his arm down her arm. “Strip.  I cannot wait to bury my cock inside your slutty cunt.”

She started taking off her dress and when it fell to the floor she stood there, naked in front of eight strangers and the man who had saved her life. She was about to be bred again and all she could think about was Marcus’s cock inside her.

Strong arms took hold of her, guiding her to the platform.“Climb on up and open your legs.”

She did as she was told, spreading her legs so she was fully exposed to them. She stole a glance at Marcus, idly nursing his drink and watching intently. “Let your head fall down, we want to fuck your mouth too.”

Three men were now around her, strapping her hands and legs down while the others were closing in, already stroking their cocks.

“Manuel, fill her up, man, I’ll go next.”

The man named Manuel stepped in between her widespreadlegs and entered her slowly, taking his time. “F...fuck, you're tight, we need to come a few times more in your pussy to open you up a little.” He kept plunging in and out of her, coming inside of her a few minutes later.

“Goddamn, look at all that creamy cum spilling out of her, man. So fucking beautiful.”

All of them came inside of her during the next few hours until she had lost count of how many loads of cum she had swallowed or ingested and exhaustion reared its ugly head.

“Guys, the party's over. Back to your quarters.” It was Marcus and she turned to look at him as he walked over to her. He extended his arm, helping her stand. “Get up, darlin’, you've been a good girl tonight.”

“I don't think I can walk.”

“Well, that's a definite sign that you're well fucked, my dear. Kratos will be very pleased.” He bent down and swept her off her feet, and she wrapped her arm around his neck, his suave ways making her heart constrict yet again.

The bed was huge and the pillows soft as feathers and she had drifted off when she felt a hand molesting her breasts, pinching her nipples hard.

“Not so fast, woman.” It was Kratos’s deep, throaty voice, whispering, “Spread your legs, let me see your pussy,” and she had no choice but to obey him. “Wider, spread them wider.”

She felt him kneel beside her and slide two of his fingers inside her swollen vagina. He felt the semen leaking out of her, and felt her womb soaked with it. He was rock hard in an instant. She had almost drifted off as he emptied some of the lube on the anal plug.

“Relax, woman. Turn around.” And with that he slowly pushed the plug inside of her small asshole, pushing deeper slowly while she moaned deeply. “You are going to be bred sooner than I thought with all this cum inside you. My men don’t hold anything back, do they?” He pulled the plug out and replaced it with his throbbing cock, pushing the engorged head against her tight opening, penetrating her assinch by inch.

“Feel me, woman?” She writhed and moaned, his intrusion waking her as he held her hands above her head.He eased even deeper now,pushing hard until he was buried to the hilt.“That's it. You're so fucking tight.” He slowly pulled himself halfway out, sliding deeper than before.

“What an ass you have, woman, I'm going to give you all of my cum.” He exploded deep inside her bowel five minutes later, grunting loudly.

She was spent, completely worn out from all the fucking.

“Time to rest.” He kissed her on the forehead and squeezed her leaking breast, thanking the heavens for bringing this woman their way.

She slept, wrapped tightly inside Kratos’s strong arms and she dreamt that she was with child. It was very late the next morning that she woke up, her body tingly and warm, muscles relaxed. She thought she felt the pinch of a needle on her left arm but she was still deeply asleep to know if it was a dream or somebody had actually pinched her.

“You are pregnant,” Kratos informed her. I am very proud of you,” Kratos told her, waiting for her to join him for breakfast.

“How do you know?”

“I ran a blood test while you were sleeping. It came back positive.”

“I see.”

“Your duties will proceed as planned until you give birth. Fucking doesn’t stop because you are with child. I will instruct my men to be more careful.”

Marcus knocked and entered the room. “Good morning, Emma. Boss.”

“Morning,” they said unanimously.

“Emmanuella is pregnant, Marcus. Make sure the men know of her condition.”

“Duly noted, Boss. Shall we go? The men are waiting.”

“Yes,” she replied. “I’m ready.”

They left Kratos’s quarters and walked toward the playroom, the silence between them stretching with every step they took until she could take no more. “Don’t the men breed Luna and Maya as well?”

Marcus stopped walking and turned to face her. “Luna’s pregnancy is high risk. She was bred until a few weeks ago when we learned the unfortunate news. Kratos won’t take a chance on losing the baby. Maya is a hard-ass dyke. The men won’t go anywhere near her.”

“I see.”

They went to the playroom like the day before only today they were not alone. The men from the previous night were all there as well as some she had never seen before, all naked and stroking their fat cocks.

“Richard, attach the suction funnels on her breasts, let's harvest her milk while you breed her. Emmanuella is pregnant.”

The short man named Richard arranged for the milking machine to do its work as the rest of themen gathered around her, watching the pump extract the precious liquid straight from her leaking breasts as they stroked their engorged cocks, ready to fill her with their cum.

“Are you good, Emma?” She turned to look at her lover and tormentor, a look of delicious debauchery on her face.

“Bring it on, fellas, give me your fucking cum.”

Marcus walked away, taking one last look as the men closed in around her, entering her pussy one after another until she felt herself brimming with semen by the time they were finished. She had no recollection of when the milking machine had stopped working because the suction pumps were still attached to her now deflated boobs.

“Here, have a glass of water," Marcus said when they were finally alone. “Let me get these off of your breasts.” He removed the funnels gently, her warm milk coating his fingers and running down her stomach. “Are you alright?”

“Won't you fuck me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Haven't you had enough already?” She smiled a wicked smile, and he moved closer. “Stand up and move to the bench, face down.” He walked up behind her and slid his cock roughly inside her leaking center with one long thrust without another word shared between them.

“Oh my God, you’re so..so..fucking deep, fuck.”

He fucked her with deep, hard thrusts until his balls drew tight and he, too, showered her with his seed and pulled out. He was spent and she was beyond tired. He helped her up, took her in his arms, and laid her on one of the leather sofas.

“I’ll get you a towel and some water,” he said after their breathing returned to normal.

They spent the rest of the day together, eating, drinking, and fucking until day turned into night and she was utterly and completely filled with the men’s potent cum.