The Mistake

 //where do I start, uhh, Ember, Nezha, Torture(ish?), Weight, Bursa, Machinery(ish?), More cum than water in the ocean, Drugs, Rape, Reverse rape, degredation, mind-break, I THINK THAT'S ALL?//

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"Here piggy, piggy, piggy. It's feeding time." Announced the young Warframe-turned-farmer as he poured a soupy mixture of scraps into the metal trough.
  Ember emerged from an enclosed makeshift pen on her hands and knees, struggling to heave her obese body towards the putrid meal she was forced to consume. The newly applied brand on her left hip, which persisted to cause her an unruly pain, caused a limp in her movement and slowed her progress towards the trough.
  "Hurry up, piggy. You've still got a full days work ahead of you." Stated Nezha in an annoyed tone.
  Ember dunked her head into the rancid broth and feasted, filling her enlarged gut till the point of upheaval. Only once she had vomited was she allowed to raise her head above the broth and prepare herself for the daily chores in which she was allotted. After wiping herself off and properly cleaning herself, Ember rolled onto her back and held her hands out with her fingers angled towards her feet akin to a cat on it's back.
  Nezha removed the pump attached to Ember's erect penis which worked as a milking device, only removed for two hours each day, and hung it on the edge of the fence before pushing a fifteen centimeter plug into her urethra to stop the perpetual flow of semen. He retrieved one of the three syringes attached to the side of the fence and stuck it into Ember's left testicle, momentarily relieving her of the drug induced erection she constantly sported. Then he rolled her obese body over, onto her stomach, and with a pat on her back he left the pen and her sight.
  "SKREEE."
  The quadruped Drova Bursa stepped into the pen and hastily mounted Ember from behind. Without a shred of remorse it plunged it's meter long phallus into the depths of Ember's vagina and immediately began thrusting from head to base, using Ember's hole as it's own designated cocksleeve.
  "Another thirty minutes and I reckon you'll have produced a mighty fine batch of pre-cum for Lady Saryn, piggy." Said Nezha while attaching a leather strap around Ember's waist with a bucket below her flaccid penis.
  Nezha sat on a wooden chair in front of Ember and using his penis he wafted the terrible scent of the trough towards her visage. For a brief moment Ember stared up at him, her appearance dejected, before lowering her head and inhaling his rod to the base. Ember's lengthy forked tongue darted out and wrapped twice around his scrotum, dragging it into her mouth before locking around his sac. Then, after releasing his scrotum, she curled her tongue around his rim and jabbed it down his urethra while bobbing her head in rhythm with the Bursa's thrusts.
  Seven stringy strands of semen burst from his penis in succession and coated the inside of Ember's mouth in a warm glaze. Nezha promptly retrieved himself from Ember's person and sought to the bucket full to the brim of precum, removing it from the leather strap and setting it aside.
  "SKREEEEE." The Bursa removed its mighty dong from Ember's vagina and left the pen, returning once more to its station until called upon.
  The second syringe jabbed into Ember's right testicle and forced an immediate and unbearable erection upon her. Nezha removed the plug from her urethra and slid his right hand's fingers up and down her shaft, coaxing the backed up semen to return to it's previously flowing state. Then he retrieved the milking device from the fence, placed it around the base of her shaft, and locked it under her scrotum.
  "Y'know, piggy, I dunno what this third syringe is for. Lady Saryn told me to never use it, and that when the time came she would, but after all these months I just can't help myself anymore." Spoke Nezha as he hesitantly injected the contents of the Syringe into Ember's tongue.
  Nezha sat on the wooden stool and waited, eyeing Ember up and down for any changes in her appearance or demeanor. After roughly twenty minutes without, he stood up with his back to her and unlatched the gate.
  "Oh my little Nezha, what a terrible mistake you have made." Cooed Ember.
  Nezha froze mid stride, stricken with fear. The confidence he had worked to achieve through the five months of Ember's captivity instantly vanished upon hearing her voice.
  "S-aryn will..." Whimpered Nezha, his voice returning to its natural state.
  Ember stepped forward and embraced Nezha from behind, her gentle fingers caressed his torso as he stood trembling in fear. Her left hand worked its way up his torso, passed his neck, then came to a rest on his mouth. With her fingers cupped, suppressing his voice, she wriggled her hips and forced herself inside of his clenched anus, worming herself further and further into his intestines.
  "Five months, little Nezha. You must repent for the five months you spent punishing me for something you loved every second of." Whispered Ember.
  With the full strength of the five months of torture she endured behind her, Ember shoved Nezha onto his knees and mounted him. Her thrusts forceful and violent, she took him for only herself with little to no thought of his well-being. The unbroken stream of semen persisted from her body and flooded his lower intestines with her cream filling. Deeper and deeper the juices flowed, twisting and turning through his small intestines until breaking through his inner sphincter and flooding into his stomach.
  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Murmured Nezha, his voice muffled, matching her thrusts.
  "SKREEEE."
  "No, no, no." Begged Nezha in a panic.
  The Drova Bursa returned to the pen upon Ember's beckon and stood at attention. Ember carelessly pulled herself from Nezha's rectum and threw his body atop hers and held him in place. Another beckon and the Bursa placed the large head of it's phallus against Nezha's flowing rectum and, rather than plunge itself in one go, meticulously worked itself inside of his lower intestine by making short and quick thrusts until reaching complete penetration. During one of the Bursa's outward thrusts, Ember inserted herself once more in Nezha's gaping anus and resumed her furious assault.
  A torrent of semen gushed from Ember's urethra and propelled the river through his organs, passed his stomach and out of his mouth. The waterfall flowed down his cheek and formed a rapidly expanding puddle of goo.
  Ember stood, her cock still raging, and left the pen. With one final glance over her shoulder she watched as the Bursa repeatedly speared its horse-like phallus in and out of Nezha's depths, morphing the poor Warframe's large intestine to its form.
  "Ooh Saryn." Yelled Ember as she purposely swayed her hips with each step, flinging her semen to and fro.
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