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Pound Train

The Benefactor’s sunglasses reflected the seething mass before him, the bulging muscles - Macha’s crushing domination of these two women, but what he was looking at, with eyes that shined an artificial sheen, was the money.

It rained from beneath the blue haze, from spectators – hundreds of them lining the pit, before the stage and hundreds of feet up. They threw their money unto them, and it rained down upon them. Cheaply printed, cheaply produced but for the Benefactor, his show was making a killing.

They cheered, they roared with every pump, they yelled and hollered and threw their money at them, at Macha and her girls. Macha bellowed as she crushed one of the lower girls into her chest. Her titanic hand enveloped her face and twisted her head unnaturally, pressing her neck and smothering her with her tits. The lesser girl was near death between being choked and the pummelling her ass was taking. Her nipples leaked fluid, engorged and bursting from the pills. Macha’s colossal member pressed against her stomach, having torn through the girl’s intestines.

She writhed under Macha and fucked the suitor herself, tugging wildly at her golden hair, bucking into her wildly. The three were interlocked in rapturous, nihilistic, world-ending sex. The suitor screamed and babbled and gagged, her artificial hands gripped the edges of the stage, fake muscles tensed as the girl between her and Macha reached her limit.

Macha killed her asshole and finally as the girl blew into the golden-haired suitor, Macha killed her too. With a terrifying, crackling crunch of her spine and as her bubbling seed splashed across the suitor’s ass and spit white ropes across the stage, the crowd exploded with them one last time.

And all the while, gimp girl collected the cum-marred bills, and the benefactor’s artificial eyes buzzed as he stared before him, blinkless.

- Written by OXE