Mass Effect: Fuckgatory (Patreon)

Mission log: Commander Samantha Shepherd has been captured at Purgatory Prison by inmates freed during a firefight with the guards. Assumed dead by the Normandy crew, she is left in the clutches of the prisoners…

Walter Sykes went into the cell where Samantha had been imprisoned. A gunrunner, when he’d been arrested, he was a virgin, waiting until he was married to his girlfriend for sex. She was supposedly still waiting for him on the outside, but it was looking as if everyone was going to die there on the station, once the recyclers broke down or the food ran out. 

The prisoners were sympathetic to his situation, Walter being well-liked among them. It had been decided he would go first. Seeing Samantha tied down, her hands and thighs restrained so that her arms were locked above her head and her legs were kept spread wide open, his cock started swelling hard. Hanging limp between his thighs, it seemed to be only average-sized, but it soon burgeoned to the point that Samantha’s eyes bulged to look upon it.

Outside, staring through the cell’s glass security screen, another convict said it for her: “Hhhoooee, shit! Look at that fucker! We’re gonna be breaking her in in style!”

“Fourteen and two-quarter inches,” Walter said, beaming proudly. “And in mint condition. What do you think of that, sugar?”

Samantha’s lips trembled, but she was too stunned to speak. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

Another eager onlooker, convicted of murder, shouted “Get it in her, Walter! Don’t be bashful! She has to get used to it sooner or later!”

The nervy expression vanished from his face. Walter knelt down on the cell floor between Samantha’s chained legs. Crouched on his knees, he guided his enormous cock between her legs. Its engorged head could’ve been a doorknob, as far as Samantha was concerned. Bulging veins ran over its shaft, quivering with a restless pulse. Samantha gave a timid cry as he neared her, realizing his manhood was longer than any she’d ever felt. She knew he would enter her to an extent no man had ever gone, and it made her cower.

“Be gentle!” she pleaded. “I’ve never had one that big before.”

A laugh went up among the onlookers outside the cell. “Whores always say that! That’s what she is now—a whore! Ram it in, pally! Let her have it!”

Walter hunched over her on his hands and knees. His back arched, making his member press hard against her pussy lips as he positioned himself comfortably. Then, with a grunt, Walter thrust into her. Samantha’s eyes flew open as far as they could go, her lips similarly opening with a shrill scream.

Those watching cheered. “Fuck her, Walter! Fuck her good! Get her ready for all the cock she’s going to get!”

“Oooh!” Samantha moaned, her eyes watering not so much from pain, but from the sheer intensity that hammered inside her sensitive pussy and moved outward to rattle every bone in her body. Walter seemed to be fucking her so hard that she couldn’t think at all, that the deck swayed violently under her like a waterbed. His enormous manhood plunged into her writhing depths as if it would never come out again. It strained her in places that had never been touched before. Her poor little pussy stretched to the point that she didn’t know how it held together, wasn’t sure if it would ever be the same. His breath rasped as he pumped into her like the piston of a locomotive. He didn’t even seem to be breathing hard.

Samantha, on the other hand, ran out of breath very quickly, screaming the way she did. After that, she wept and sobbed, her eyes squeezed shut so as not to see more of the fearsome thrusts going relentlessly into her.

“My first pussy! First… piece of ass!” Walter cried happily. “I just hope you’re as nice and tight for all the other fellas!”

“Not after fucking that flagpole of yours, she won’t be!” said one of them.

Being a virgin, Walter couldn’t stand his good fortune for very long. His huge balls quaked and thrilled with their heavy load. Samantha knew it was coming by the way his body tensed.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Walter shouted. He dropped down on Samantha and came with a heavy grunt.

Samantha found her pussy trembling and squeezing his prick as it surged inside her. She managed one last, hoarse scream and he shot liquid heat deep inside her. She cringed and shuddered as she took each eruption in turn. Walter gushed with forces in places where cum had only dribbled before. Samantha could feel herself filling up, feel her pussy expanding with all the semen inside it.

Each blistering wave of heat inside her sparked an almost painful convulsion of pleasure. It stung so hard that Samantha thought an orgasm would be impossible through the pain, but at the same time, her pussy was straining so hard that some kind of release seemed inevitable. Her shrill cries now sounded like steam escaping a ruptured pipe.

“Goddamn!” someone said. “I think she enjoyed it as much as he did!”

“Maybe more—look at her go!”

“And listen to that high note!”

Samantha wasn’t voluntarily making a peep, or moving a solitary muscle. Her cunt was in convulsions fired by a sheer overabundance of sensations stuffed inside her. Her hips were bounding, her ass flying clear off the floor as she pitched and tossed like a boat in the middle of a nor’easter. 

There seemed to be no end to the ejaculation Walter was painfully feeding her. He came as much as a normal man would before he could even take a breath, then he gasped, thrust again, and gave her more.

Samantha felt herself filling with cum, a fast-rising tide that was washing out of her, slopping along Walter’s horrendously long prick and making the searing friction inside her something she could bear. Now, instead of pain, she felt an eerie sensation of spreading, easing pressure. She moaned and sighed, too breathless to scream.

“Yeah, no need to be frightened now,” Walter laughed. “Plenty of room in you—I just made it.”

Samantha shuddered and more hot blasts of cum flowed from her devastated pussy. “I still am frightened some. You’ll make me suck your cock, won’t you? I don’t think I can swallow it all.”

“Shit,” someone said, “I’ve never found a woman who could take all of mine, up top or on bottom.”

“Don’t get too anxious for her to try,” Walter retorted. “You said I could go first, and I’m not done going until my dick won’t stand.”

“Shit, that could take forever,” another voice complained.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” an authoritative voice said. “She’s not going anywhere. The rest of you might as well rest up. You’ll wake up nice and refreshed by the time it’s your turn.”

Samantha moaned, partly pleasure and partly fear. The gush of cum from her overfull cunt was finally slowing. But through the cell’s viewport, she could see at least twenty cocks waiting, each one swollen hard by watching Walter stretch her out.

Twenty cocks in a row seemed like more than even a real whore could take.