Prides Submission Book 2

      A thick glom of sticky sperm ran down her spin and pooled with an already glowing mass along the arch of her back. It seeped along the curves of her hips in sticky trickles as the puddle of spunk overflowed. Keri could feel it ooze along her sides slowly, ever so slowly, to drip onto the cement floor underneath her. Her entire body was coated in male seed, and it seemed a suitable replacement for any moisturizer. There were so many layers of coagulated lust cracking against her muscle that it felt good to add another layer to meld within the cracks. It was warming…almost comforting.

      “The truth comes at a cost doesn’t it Keri?” The strangers voice echoed above her slowly. He had come to check on her routinely during her training, and seemed to enjoy her progress the most. “You’ve always seen yourself as a powerful specimen, an athlete that can single handedly dominate the world around her. Even when beaten and broken, you’ve clung to the idea that your a dominating factor and in charge of your world. But the truth is so very different.” 

      He paused to listen to Keri’s gurgling. Cum bubbles popped in her nostrils while she gagged on the man’s massive shaft slammed into her mouth. Keri always loved being fucked doggy style, it always felt so good to have a cock dip into her warmth from behind and scratch all her most sensitive spots. Keri hadn’t been fucked like this though, in between two men in chains and desperate for release. She wanted to moan from the pleasure but couldn’t with the other man’s shaft down her mouth feeding her. 

      “There’s a reason you did so well as a pawn in the Rachelle Institute.” The strangers shadow walked around the room, “What you are…what you’ve always been is a submissive little slut.” There was power in his words, a truth that was impossible to deny.

      Keri gasped for a breathe of fresh air once the burning rod slipped out of her mouth, leaving behind a healthy dose of manly protein. It wouldn’t be long before another would take its place but for a brief few seconds she could do her best to clear her throat and swallow some of his leftovers. Already her stomach was rumbling, this special diet hadn’t done much for her health.  

      “Do you see it now little submissive? Do you see what you truly are?” 

      Keri tried to speak but could barely form any words with her throat so full of sticky fluids. Her tongue had the pleasure of sampling so many delicious loads from so many throbbing shafts. Globs of it stuck to her teeth and along her gums as she swished it around. When she was finally able to speak she still sounded like her mouth was full, “Please…give…me…more…”

      “Say your a submissive slut…then I’ll let you have as many men your body could possible handle.” His shadow casted over her but his was nothing compared to the other shadow nearby.

      “I’m…a…submissive slut!” Keri spoke as loudly as she could before coughing up a thick puddle of burning spunk. Her body shivered as she felt it seep down her tongue, she wanted to lick it all up from the floor rather than let it go to waste. 

      “Good…now get pregnant for me Keri. Its time to join the club,” the stranger’s voice was suddenly very harsh. 

      “What?” Keri raised her eyes to try and meet his gaze. Her fingernails clawed into the dirt of the floor as she saw two blue orbs looking down at her, “But I don’t want…”

      Before she could finish her sentence another man in chains was brought in front of her, and in his sexual fever he grabbed her cheeks and inserted his appendage between her lips. At first she wanted to bite down but the taste of a mans erection was too good to ignore. His slimy overbearing cock overcame her senses and she had forgotten what the stranger had said. Keri wished she could play with the tip, and appreciate the taste of pre-cum as she stirred it to full attention. But these men had no time for foreplay, there urge was too rabid for that. 

      Keri quickly forgot about what the man said, other than her being a submissive whore. He was right, and she knew it. A part of her had always loved being used like this. Even when she was forced to endure being a pet last year to the Contact Fraternities president a part of her enjoyed it. 

      There was freedom in accepting the truth, once you were willing to pay the price. For Keri that price was all the preconceived dignity she held, along with any real semblance of pride she once had. She was a drooling submissive queen that loved the taste of juicy cocks and wanted to be smothered by their raw dominance.

      ‘Wait…I’m more than this…’ The thought was almost alien but burned in in the back of her mind. She was forgetting something, something important to her. Keri felt that she needed to remember it. 

      “Fuck the shit out of her, and when the lineup is finished I have another thing to show her,” The stranger addressed someone outside of the room. Keri wondered who he was talking to, or how, but it didn’t matter. 

      Soon she felt a new burning spear impaling her swollen lips, and a sweaty bag slapping against her clit. Keri struggled to remain holding herself up as her eyes rolled back and her womb squirmed. Her shoulders were on fire and her arms were shaking wildly. Heaving breasts dipped low letting her purple nipples skim against the ground. They were so heavy it was a struggle to fight gravity. 

      While she let the random man plow her from behind she tried to enjoy the impressive students shaft in her mouth. The man it belonged too was all to excited, his thrusts were almost harsher than the man behind. While no where near as strong as Axel’s, these cocks were still enough to test the limits of her bodies capability. Her stomach was so full of jizz she could feel it swishing as their thrusts pushed her back and forth. 

      Keri didn’t mind the dietary restriction, she had always liked how semen tasted and now that she got plenty of it she was happy to enjoy it. This day alone she had swallowed the loads of some twenty random men and counting. Her body became a sperm dispensary for all of them held in captivity. None of the men seemed to care why they were here, or what they were being turned into. As long as they got to spill their seed freely they seemed to be completely and utterly enamored with their situation. 

      The women were a different story. At first they all struggled, but as the days waned each and every one of them abandoned their self of esteem and crumbled into pure decadence. Keri slobbered on the mans giant cock while tears streaked down her cheeks. She kept reminding herself what she was, and thinking about what the stranger said. The words were no comfort, but they helped ground her in reality. 

      But for some reason, she felt like that the strangers truth wasn’t entirely correct. That she was more than just a submissive slut. Each time this alien notion resurfaced it would quickly drown again as another man thrusted himself between one of the pairs of lips salivating for more. Whenever one of them had finished he would be dragged away to leave the spot open for the next, the line of them continued to drag on for hours.

      Eventually the last man in the line finished attempting to fertilize her overflowing pussy and was quickly pulled away. Finally free on both ends Keri sank to the ground in depraved exhaustion. Her breasts sank into the dirt and grim to act as cushions for the rest of her torso. For a few minutes she laid there catching her breath. 

      And then the stranger came back bearing a collar and leash. With a few quick motions he locked it into place and pulled her back to her feet. After kneeling in a prone doggy style position for hours her legs struggled to regain their strength. Standing in the center of the room, Keri could feel it as the bucket full of cum spilled from her loins. A great glob splattered the moment she took her first step, followed by a thick glaze of warm leftovers that flowed down her inner thighs. Her Raw tattoo was no longer visible underneath the thick sheen. 

      “This way little slut,” The stranger tugged at the leash around her neck and guided her out of the room. With each step she breathed in more of the intoxicating air, her entire body tingled in anticipation. The shadow meanwhile began making a clicking noise behind her, that of a skitter. 

      Each time the clicking noise was just audible enough to be heard the stranger seemed to pause his step and look around. Clearly he didn’t notice the creature stalking her nightmares, clawing at the back of her neck.

      “Weird,” He said to himself before tugging at the leash again. Keri followed dutifully and without complaint. Her stomach continued to growl, causing her to place a hand on her lower stomach. She imagined her womb swarming with strong seeds in search of fertile soil to plant themselves in. 

      Each time she took a step her swollen breasts bounced, they felt incredibly sore. It was starting to become painful to ignore the swishing life bearing fluids building underneath shallow purple nipples. Veins pulsed, hardened mammary glands throbbed, and her breasts were growing more firm by the minute. 

      Keri Pryde stumbled behind the stranger down the long corridors until she eventually come to a room with a swimming pool. The pool was long dried up and left behind, but the jacuzzi wasn’t so lucky. As her eyes focused she could make out that the small shallow jacuzzi had been filled, and already two others were lounging in the warm waters in a drunken state. Lilia was one of them, the other another freshmen from another sorority that she didn’t recognize. 

      “Is that?” Keri asked slowly, a bit of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

      “A jizzcuzi, it took all day and thousands of donations but it was worth it.” The stranger unclasped her collar as he spoke, “I reckon you need a bath after everything we’ve put you threw, why don’t you relax for a bit and enjoy yourself. Make sure to really wade in and let yourself sink into it.” 

      Keri approached without complaint, and before she knew it she was testing the temperature with her right foot. It was warm, and stuck to her toes like wet jello. It couldn’t have been more than two feet deep but it felt like she was being sucked into liquid quicksand as she waded into the jizzcuzi. 

      Once she was halfway in Keri could feel the density of the liquid dragging her movements. A foot slipped causing her to fallback with a sharp jerk. The sound of her shoulders slapping the mass of genes was stomach churning. She struggled to swim in the small pool and found it difficult to pull herself free. After a couple seconds she realized there was no point, and stopped her thrashing which quickly let her body settle further into the mixture. Her head found purchase along the edge of the pool, the shifting liquids spread her limbs wide. Lilia offered her a fleeting glance, all but her face and golden hair was submerged. 

      Keri moaned as her body slowly sank deeper until her hips and waist were underneath the slime, her torso and breasts caked in its mush but not yet devoured by it. Her bottom skimmed the base of the shallow pool, by that point she was almost completely submerged. Only the bright purple tips of her mounds breached the semen’s surface, each were leaking thin trails of milk. Keri smiled with the thought of her fluids mixing with so many others. Looking up she could see the shadow again hovering on the ceiling. 

      “Don’t….worry,” It said to her with a clicking noise, “You’re body already belongs to me…your womb is mine to break. No other seed will do…no other seed will ever compete with mine…”

      Keri wondered if she had truly gone insane, and the ghost of the monster that killed her friend over a year ago was just a manifestation of her madness. Was it really that far of a stretch? For a submissive slut like me to be insane after all? She smiled and laughed quietly to herself as more tears clouded her eyes and filled the pool.