Wrecking Crew update (Patreon)

"Say hello to your new boyfriends, you fucking slut," Piledriver said, waking Carol up.

Carol stared at the crowd that Piledriver had gathered, unable to look away, unable to believe the feelings that were skittering through her lean body. There were at least five of the Wrecking Crew mobbed around her, many with their cocks already in hand, all wearing the same look of violent desire. Carol knew they were going to assault her helpless, sexy body, that she was about to become the victim of a gangbang that might ruin her gorgeous body forever. Her cunt was on fire.

Piledriver pulled her off the hood she had been sleeping on and Carol tumbled weakly to the ground. The repeated orgasms she been subjected to had taken their toll on the sultry blonde. Her legs felt like limp strands of spaghetti and they didn't seem to fit to her body quite right. Piledriver spun her around in the dirty gravel and spread her arms and legs out wide. Boys gathered around her, blocking out her vision of the starry sky. Carol looked at their cocks instead, and listened to the running of car engines all around her. She was in a junkyard, it was in the dead of night, and there were headlights shining in on her, arranged in a circle to light up the pitch black night.

Strong, cold chains were circled around Carol's wrists and ankles, and her arms and legs were pulled even wider and tighter. Carol smelled car exhaust and she wondered what was going on. There seemed to be a lot of engines running just beyond the circle of men.

Bulldozer pushed the boys back and she saw what was happening. Piledriver gave the signal to start. Icy fear knifed through the lust she felt.

The chains that looped around Carol's wrists and ankles led to the rear bumpers of four different cars, each one pointed to a different point on the compass. They all moved forward at once, and Carol squeezed her eyes tightly shut, forgetting her invulnerability for the moment.

Pain scissored through her slender arms and long, lean legs as the chains were pulled taut. The tension pulled her off the gravel, suspending her in midair a foot and a half off the ground. Her full tits pulled flat on her chest and the tendons stood out in bold relief down the insides of her silky thighs.

"Okay, guys, switch them to neutral." Piledriver stepped up and patted Carol affectionately on her tight, flat stomach. "Don't worry, Ms. Bitch, the ground's pretty flat here. Fuck, we don't want to tear off any of the good parts."

"Oh fuck," Wrecker said. "Look at her. How'd you guys ever get a bitch as beautiful as this? This is the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen!" It was the truth. Stretched out as she was, every inch of Carol's magnificent body was on open display. She looked even taller and leaner with her slim arms and sleek legs pulled so wide. Every perfectly toned muscle stood out beneath her velvety skin. Her flat stomach and lush asscheeks were pulled tight by the stretch. Even Carol's full tits were pushed out by the terrible strain. They looked sexier than ever.

Her silky, flawless skin was flushed with strain and bathed in sweat. Her head dangled backward, her long, golden hair trailing down to the ground. She looked like a virgin, ready to be sacrificed to some tribal god.

All of the Wrecking Crew had gathered by now, and every one of them wanted to be the first to make her service him.

Piledriver grabbed Carol by her long, blonde hair and jerked her head up so that she could see the swarm of hard-cocked boys who were waiting for her. Insanely lustful, Carol rubbed her soiled cheek against his hip.

"Thank you," she whispered gratefully, turning her head to the side so she could kiss and lick Piledriver's fingers. "I'll fuck anybody you want me to! I'll suck anything! I'll eat anything! You can do anything to me you want! I love you! I love it! I love everything!"

"Listen to this whore," Piledriver said with a sneer, pushing his fingers between Carol's lush lips until her mouth was stretched obscenely wide around his hand and her words were incomprehensible. "Fuck, you'd think she was telling us something we didn't know."

"When can we fuck her?" Thunderbolt asked. His cock was dripping precum like a leaky faucet.

"In a little bit," Piledriver said, tucking his thumb in under his fingers and fucking his whole hand into her mouth. "Look at the slutty whore! This sexy old bitch is hotter for fucking than any of you jerks! I want to make her squirm a little before she gets to!"

"Let me help you," Bulldozer hissed, grabbing the satiny mounds of Carol's tits and pushing them together. "Fuck me good with these pretty little tits."

Carol twisted under his weight as he clapped his hands together over her rounded tits. The pain of having the full, silky mounds smashed together was snarling inside her, heating her, shaking her like she was going to explode. Then she felt his heat, his wetness, his cock.

"Oh yeah," Bulldozer said, driving his member through the silky soft tunnel of Carol's tits. "That's sweet as your pussy, slut! You're sweet all over, aren't you? I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of fucking you up!" 

Bulldozer jerked his hips back and forth over her stomach, riding her as if she was a racehorse. The fucking made Carol's body rock like a hammock, tearing her wrists and ankles and pulling her slender arms and long legs past the breaking point. The pain was too much to bear. She could tell from the look in Bulldozer's eyes that he knew how much he was hurting her, and that the knowledge was turning him on even more. It started to turn Carol on too.

Her tits felt as though they were swelling, and the reddened skin prickled from the heat of Bulldozer's hands and cock. Every muscle in her long, lean body felt as if it had been set alight from the strain of being suspended in midair.

"Got to cum!" she moaned, no longer caring how much she shamed or degraded herself. Not now that she knew how good it could feel. She was a slut now, a sex slave for a gang of supervillains. She might as well act like what she had become. "Got to cum, got to cum! Fuck me, you bastards! You're killing me! I can't stand it anymore!"

"Let me make you feel a little better," Piledriver said, and dropped to his knees between her legs. "The whore wants us to help her, guys. Who wants to give her a kiss?"

Carol shuddered with anticipation at the thought of a complete stranger sticking his fat cock up her burning cunt. When she felt his tongue on her, she squealed in shock and delight. Piledriver was licking her cunt!

"Fuck my tits!" she gasped, urging her pain-wracked body up against Bulldozer's hard fucking. "My tits are cumming, Bulldozer! Fuck them harder!"

"Crazy cunt," Bulldozer said, releasing one of her tits to slap the silky curve of her hip three excruciating times. "No one’s ever gonna believe how fucking easy it was to turn you into a whore."

Carol wailed in shame at his words, bucking her hips toward Piledriver's talented tongue. The Wrecking Crew was crowded around her now, and she stared at their hard, throbbing cocks and lusting faces. Piledriver was slithering his tongue up and down the swollen outer folds of her cunt, and Carol was sure she was going to climax any second.

Wrecker leaned over her head, twisting her face toward his and smashing his lips down over hers. He speared his tongue past her unresisting lips and kissed her so roughly that her head ached. Thunderbolt knelt down at her side and clamped his mouth into the satiny hollow beneath Carol's right shoulder. The captive blonde jerked at the maddening tickle of his whipping tongue and nibbling teeth. Excavator leaned down to lather his tongue over Carol's fevered cheeks, painting her beautiful face with a shiny coat of spit.

Everywhere they were following Piledriver's lead and using their mouths to drive the subjugated beauty even wilder with passion. Teeth scraped over the velvety rise of her ribs, tongues traced odd designs on the shuddering flat plain of her stomach. They bit her nipples, holding her tits tight around Bulldozer's fucking cock so that he could continue giving himself a titjob. They bit her creamy asscheeks until Carol squirmed in a desperate, futile attempt to escape their demonic biting. They licked and kissed and bit up and down the slender lengths of her arms and legs.

A mouth was on either side of her throat, biting and sucking until Carol felt sure she must be bleeding. They were sucking her fingers and toes. They were biting at the hollows of her elbows and knees and armpits, and at the soft curve where her thighs met her ass. The crew flocked to every sensitive spot on her helpless, gorgeous body, inflicting pain and pleasure on her in such a crazy storm of sensation that before long Carol couldn't tell them apart, could only squirm and buck and whimper in endless, mindless delirium.

Worst of all was the action in her vulnerable, wide-spread crotch. What felt like a dozen mouths were pressed into the tiny pocket, biting and licking and sucking and kissing, driving the last bits of reason from Carol's dazzled mind.

Piledriver was at the center, nibbling at her clit and fucking his tongue deep inside her pussy. But there were other mouths at work as well. On either side of Piledriver's face was biting and pulling at Carol's swollen pink cunt-lips. A mouth was plastered to her tiny pink anus, a tongue fucking the reamed-out channel. They were gnawing at her inner thighs and tearing at her golden cunt-hair.

Carol thought she was going to explode. She hadn't thought it was possible to be any closer to an orgasm than she already was, but somehow the gang-licking the Wrecking Crew was giving her was pushing her even closer. And somehow they were keeping her from tipping over the edge.

Carol thrashed and trembled with the overpowering lust that filled her body. The pain that flowered down through her arms and legs meant nothing to her now, and the titfuck she received only spurred her to greater heights of passion. Even with five mouths at work sucking up her pussy, her juices splattered the ground like a waterfall. Her clit throbbed frantically in Piledriver's mouth, and her pussy-lips quivering between the lips that nursed on them. She had to cum, but somehow they were keeping her from orgasm.

"Slut!" Bulldozer shouted, fucking a red groove through the satiny white cleavage of Carol's tits. "Cumming, you dirty old whore! Gonna soak your filthy tits with some cum!"

"Me too!" Carol cried, her pleas muffled by Excavator, who was biting at her upper lip and lashing his tongue over the sliver of flesh he had trapped inside his mouth. "I want to cum too! Please let me cum!"

Bulldozer groaned as his first spurt of jism leapt through the tunnel of Carol's tits. Men scattered as the long jet drew a thick white line right down the center of the squlrming beauty's perfect face. The line of jism reached from the top of her crushed tits all the way to the bridge of her nose. Bulldozer's cock jerked again, and this time a fat wad of jism splattered over his gorgeous captive's right cheek. His third blast bounced off her chin and soaked her throat with slime.

Other boys lost control of themselves as they watched Bulldozer douse his writhing aunt in jism. Wrecker milked his cock right down on Carol's face, pouring cum down her left cheek until she looked as though she had been painted in dirty white. Thunderbolt and Excavator pushed their cocks against the dazed beauty's lushly parted lips and filled her mouth with cum. Carol swallowed jism and drooled jism, and the taste of cock made her even hotter, but somehow Piledriver still kept her from climaxing.

They pelted Carol's squirming, sexy body with cum. Jism slapped against the shuddering hollow of her stomach. Jism splattered over Carol's full, silky tits. The Wrecking Crew streaked her golden hair with clotted silver and submerged her big blue eyes under lakes of cum. Carol's slender arms and long, shapely legs were striped and spotted with flying seed.

"I'm ready!" Excavator cried.

It seemed to Carol that he was calling from a million miles away. She seemed to recall that he wasn’t as bad as the rest of his gang; he was such a sweet boy that she was sure he would make her cum. She just needed to call him over. "Excavator!" she gurgled around a throatful of jism. "Where are you, Excavator? I need to cum! You'll make me cum, won't you?"

"Say pretty please," Excavator said in his boyish voice, knowing now that she was completely broken, her personality shattered under the pain and lust and degradation she had begged for but never expected to receive. "Say pretty please with sugar on top!"

"Pretty please with sugar on top!" Carol gurgled desperately, her hips surging wildly through the air as Piledriver and the other boys stepped away from her. "I'll be your whore forever!"

"Well for the next five or ten years," Bulldozer said. "Once you get to looking old, we'll toss you out on your fat ass."

"Pretty please with sugar on top!" Carol screamed, burning with shame at Bulldozer's contempt and scorn, but burning much more fiercely with lust. "Please make me cum! Please, please, please, please!"