Cerebella's Assignment (NSFW)

“Are we almost there, Vitale?” Cerebella prodded once again, shuffling around uneasily. “It’s freezing out here!”

“We’re almost there, Cerebella. Just hold tight.” The mafia leader spoke in his venomous voice. “We’re here to make an important delivery and I won’t be late for it.”

“What are we delivering? If you don’t mind me asking?” The man ignored her so she dropped the subject. She knew better than to pry too much into personal business. She hugged herself tighter, feeling a breeze run over her exposed skin. “Still though, I couldn’t have brought my coat or anything?”

“Why? And miss out showing off the new outfit I got you?” He sneered, patting the girl on the back. The bunny ears she wore flapped with each step and the corset that clung to her figure left little to the imagination. It was by some miracle that her breasts were even able to stay inside of it. The heels she walked in made her walk as if she was standing on stilts, something she thought as a circus performer she’d be used to by now.

“It’s…flattering to say the least.”

“I think you look lovely.”

“Th-thank you, Vitale.” She blushed.

The two turned a corner, smelling the air come off the water past the docks and ships docked. Moonlight and dim street lamps lit the way to an abandoned looking warehouse with a tall, well-dressed figure by one of the doors. He stepped forward and greeted them.

“Vitale.” He said in a raspy, high-pitched voise. A trail of smoke left his mouth and dispersed in the air.

“Tom.”  Vitale responded, nodding at him as well as the mechanical man he was piloting. “Ottomo.” The duo pressed a button at the side of the door. The door slid up with a loud, whirring noise and stopped at the top. “Everyone’s here I assume?”

“Of course, Vitale. Of course.” Tom assured. Vitale smiled wickedly.

“Perfect. Cerebella, step this way, please.”

“Huh? What’s this about? We meeting someone inside?” The performer strode in, looking up at the darkened ceiling. Boxes stacked upon boxes lined the sides in long rows, their contents unknown. The smell of the sea air and dust was around them as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them, encasing them in darkness. The acrobat strained her eyes to look through the black before a blinding light illuminated the area.

“Ah good, the gang’s all here.” Vitale stated, walking forward. Cerebella squinted to see a number of figures standing in front of her, a few faces she recognized, and a number of them strangers.

“What…what’s going on here, Vitale?” She asked concerned.

“Cerebella.” He began, turning towards her. “Your allegiance belongs to the Medici family, correct?”

“O-Of course! I’d do anything for the Family!” She insisted, nodding her head in emphasis. Vitale sneered, his expectations confirmed.

“Excellent. Then as you might know, a family like ours has many, many members. These members put their lives on the line to ensure our affairs are in order, to make sure we remain the most powerful. Their moral is what makes them so strong, Cerebella, but moral has been dwindling ever since the revival of the Skullgirl. If we don’t have the drive to retain our dominance, the Medici Family will likely die out. That is why we I’ve arranged this meeting tonight, to help keep the spirits of our family in check, and that’s where you come in.” He folded his arms behind his back and closed his eyes. “For the male members in this family, they need something to look forward to at the end of the day. They need to be shown that what they do is appreciated, and the best way to show them is to show them a wonderful evening.” He swept a hand behind him, introducing the girl to a cushioned box with harnesses attached to each end. “Pledge your body to help the Medici cause, Cerebella. For our members, and for me as well.” He smiled and paused for a moment, letting the information sink into the blushing performer. She had been used to putting on shows, but never any of this…nature.

“You…you want me to…?”

“If you feel uncomfortable about it,” He spoke in a fatherly tone, but his words fell like stones. “Then by all means, go ahead and lea-“

“N-No! No! I’ll…I’ll perform my duties as a member of the Medici’s…my…my body is yours to help further the Family’s cause.” Vitale sneered again, pushing his glasses up.

“Excellent. Now, if you please…?” He gestured towards the box surrounded by the mafia goons. Each of them smiled excitedly like a child in a candy store. She could feel their lecherous eyes permeate the frilly clothes she adorned.

Stepping towards the box, it was obvious how she was supposed to position herself on it, her arms going in the top shackles, while her legs were locked in the bottom ones. She gulped down the anxiety lumped in her throat and raised a leg onto it.

“Can…can I keep my clothes on?” She quivered, looking at Vitale’s icy face.

“I think that’d be a question better suited for them.” He pointed at the crowd of suited individuals. Their hungry eyes, wide-toothed grins, and shouts of “Take it off!” and “Show off them goodies!” only affirmed her worries.

She raised a hand to the front of her corset, where the thin fabric covered her large breasts. With a simple tug, she pulled the leather downwards, earning an assortment of cheers and hollers. She looked away, embarrassed, wishing she had brought Vise-Versa with her and not this silly pair of bunny ears.

“Well?” Vitale asked, giving her a pat on her plump bottom. “Climb aboard, my dear.” Her face burned red as she looked from his steely gaze to the contraption before her.

Raising her leg over it, she could feel their eyes admiring her backside. She hooked her ankles into the bracelets and felt them snap shut. Looking around, she could see the growing masses underneath the men’s trousers. They looked so…uncomfortable.

“Alright, boys.” Vitale announced, waving an arm. “Tonight we have a very special lady, Cerebella!” His words tickled her; special lady? Did he really mean that? “She’s here to help serve you and…’relieve stress.’ Just a few rules before we begin: #1) No hitting or berating her. She’s here on her own accord and this is a privilege for you all. #2) Nothing too dirty, if you have to think about it, then I’d recommend you not do it. #3) If she says to stop, you stop.” His glasses shined in the bright lights, but Cerebella could tell he was looking at him. She smiled graciously before she felt a hand on her backside.

“So when can we start, Vitale?” The man said. Cerebella flinched as he slapped her gently. It made her body tingle. Vitale chuckled and glanced at his wristwatch.

“Riiiiight…now.” He turned his back and walked over to a crate. Sitting down, he folded his legs and watched the group move in. “Enjoy yourself boys, but remember the rules. I’ll be making sure you don’t get too out of hand.”

“He…he’s just going to watch!?” Cerebella thought to herself. To be honest, she had been hoping that he might be…interested. But if he’s just going to…just sit there…

Her train of thought was broken as a man began to rub up against her backside. She felt his pants grind against her skin, and something protruding from them. She tried to turn and see who it as, but another approached her from the front, his belt already undone, and his zipper pulled down. She could see his trouser snake pitched underneath his boxers. She grimaced as he pushed it towards her face, she could smell his musk.

“We didn’t lock your arms up for a reason.” The big man grinned, thrusting his pelvis towards her. She gulped down another lump of dread and stuck out a hand, touching the head of it gently. It seemed to…leak underneath her touch. “Ohhh yeah, you work those fingers…” He moaned. She reeled back a bit before proceeding further, pressing her digits against the swollen mass, tracing the length of it through his underwear. Without warning, he bent forward, moaning even deeper. At the tip, white, viscous fluid started to leak out and soak the fabric; the amount was so great it began to leak through. Cerebella’s face grew even redder and her breathing became labored. She had no idea, but her body was shaking.

“Aww, Lawrence, really?!” One of the men spat. “You couldn’t handle more than that?” The man in question laughed sheepishly before being shoved aside. “Stand back! A girl’s gotta work for her reward, isn’t that right?” He grinned at Cerebella, shifting her attention to the rod standing at attention in front of her.

“I…” She was cutoff as he shoved his member in her face, precum already leaking out of the tip, oozing along her face. She winced and gripped it, following the same procedure as before, tracing her fingers up and down the shaft. It was warmer than she expected it to be, never having felt one before.

“Gather ‘round, boys! She’s got another hand and plenty of herself to go around!”

The circus actor was about to say something when a number of dicks were shoved in her face. Her lips quivered as one phallus was pushed against her mouth, lathering them with clear, sticky liquid, it smelled. The scent of it began to fill her lungs; her head was surrounded by a number of half-naked men whose essence began to inundate her. Her body began to tingle more and her head grew fuzzy.

Without knowing it, she found her other hand occupied, her fingers wrapped around one man, and began to pump slowly. The dick rubbing against her lips began to thrust, trying to worm its way into her mouth. She opening her mouth slightly, which was more of an indicator for the stranger to push the head inside. Her eyes bulged at his suddenness, her mouth working to accommodate the size of the head, her tongue beginning to register the tastes of him. It was salty and strong, and didn’t help clear her head any. Her tongue began to wiggle and wrap around the head before it could inch further into her mouth, but his hips pushed forward before she could brace herself.

The man pushed his way all the way into Cerebella’s throat, causing her to almost gag on the cock. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his balls slapped against her chin. His scent was right up against her now, there was no way of avoiding it. The tingling sensation was stronger now, she couldn’t think straight, everything was so muddled and crowded.

“Hey hey! Look at that! She can take dick like a champ!” She heard him say, as well as the resounding applause following. She couldn’t respond, not like this. Her body was being touched so inappropriately by men who she didn’t know, and who likely didn’t know her. She knew she was supposed to feel shame or meekness, but having all of their attention on her made her feel…good.

She felt the dick in her mouth begin to retreat, only to push back again into her throat. She grunted feeling it pulse. Her tongue slurped and lubricated the mass as it pulled and pushed over and over again. He grabbed her cyan hair for leverage and fucked her mouth harder, her breasts smacking against her torso with each thrust. The dicks in her hands were the only things she could use to hold herself up. Being used so vigorously, in such a brutish manner, for some reason it turned her on.

“There ya go, now you’re learnin!” The man in her mouth chuckled, his balls now smacking against her chin. Her mouth hung open, allowing him easier access, letting out moans as he continued. Her tongue could feel him begin to throb in her mouth and his thrusts became swifter, she knew what was going to happen soon. Before she knew it, he stopped, his dick still encompassed by her lips. He looked down at her tired eyes, a grin drew across his face.

“Hey, little lady. Where do you want it? In your mouth or on your face?” She tried to grunt a response, but could only swallow the fluids building up in her mouth. Retracting a hand, she extended a finger and traced her face. “Heh, I getcha loud and clear, dollface.” With a loud grunt, he pulled out, his dick wet and shiny with a mixture of spit and other fluids. He grasped his shaft and began to jerk off furiously over her face. Absentmindedly, Cerebella stuck out her tongue, watching him with hungry eyes. Without warning, a glob of manseed spewed out, hitting the tan girl’s forehead. Her eyes opened wide and she moaned as another spurt of cum shot out, landing on her cheek and nose. He groaned again as a final glob landed on her face, it was warm, sending a joyful sensation through her body. It was thicker than the other man’s, and its scent was denser. She could feel herself drooling in between her thighs; there was no denying it now.

“Wow! Aren’t you an eager girl!” He cooed, pushing his half-flacid cock against her lips. Surprisingly, her tongue met him half way, cleaning up the head of any traces of cum left. It was bitter in taste, but she desired more of it.

“I got an open hole over here if anyone wants in!” He called out. Cerebella’s head dropped, her throat was numb, but she enjoyed the feeling. Her breathing was faster, and her body was hot. She needed more. She needed release.

“We got some holes back here too that look ripe for the taking!” The man clutching her backside called. She felt the strip of clothing covering her bottom pulled aside. Her inhibitions were gone, apparent by her shaking hips. She threw a smile to the men behind her, beckoning them to proceed even further.

“Don’t…don’t keep me waiting too long, boys!” She exclaimed, running a hand up her honey pot, dripping wet and hot.

In response, she felt something prodding against her cunt.

“Damn! She’s like an oven down here!” He said in surprise. Despite his comment, it didn’t seem to slow his advances. “I’m gonna take it nice and slow, alright?” He said out loud, though it was more directed towards Vitale who was still situated on top of the boxes.

Cerebella felt an intrusion begin to slide into her. Its sheer size caused her to throw her head back and moan deeply, earning her a few surprised hollers.

“Now she’s getting into it!” One goon laughed. “Guess that’s our queue to dive in.”

The next thing the brawler knew, her hands were jacking off two men, and a third was thrusting into her mouth while a fourth was drilling her from behind. Her head couldn’t think straight, there were too many signals for her body to decode anything other than blissful pleasure. The sounds of hips smacking into her echoed through the large storehouse, combated only by the sounds of moaning men and the woman in the center of it all.

After what felt like hours, Cerebella collapsed onto the man underneath her, still sucking hungrily on her breasts. One of the males behind her grunted loudly as he climaxed into her, a sticky pool of cum accumulated onto the floor where her entrance hovered.

The girl beckoned another over, taking their shaft into her mouth and jacking him off as her lips wrapped around his head. She could feel his essence shoot inside her. Her throat relaxed and her tongue gathered it, swallowing it all. Her stomach was full of manseed, leaving her whole body warm. Her mind could no longer form thoughts, she was acting on primitive instinct now, little more than lust for more pleasure.

“That should be it, then.” Vitale spoke over the crowd of weary and collapsed men. Stepping over a pantsless fellow, he approached Cerebella’s spooge covered form. “You’ve endured quite the trial, Cerebella.” He adjusted his frames, reflecting light off the lenses. “I have to say, I’m proud of you for donating yourself to the Medici cause.”

Cerebella couldn’t respond. She simple turned her head, blushed slightly, and smiled half-consciously. Her eyes wavered with fatigue, and the excessive amounts of cum on her began to seep into her skin.

“I believe we can call it a night, then. Gather your clothes, boys. We can go.” The goons around the area began to lazily pick themselves up, trading clothes they picked up and shuffling about trying to put them on. “Cerebella. I believe you’ve earned a good night’s rest.” He smiled as the naked performer nodded and grinned, still in an orgy-induced daze. “You’ll likely come to your senses in the morning, for now you should stay here. For…safety reasons.”

Cerebella could hardly understand what he was saying, even less the reasons why he was walking away, leaving her shackled up on this box. The lights went out, leaving her in sheer darkness, only the cum filling her orifices reminding her of the company she just had.

Outside, Vitale sighed, lighting a cigar and puffing a few clouds of smoke. Next to him, Ottomo still stood at his post, his arms crossed in front of him.

“You know better than to do this under the nose of your father, Vitale. It’d be a shame if Lorenzo found out about these, what did you call it-‘Morale-boosting’ sessions?” The son of the mafia leader didn’t respond, only taking another drag of his cigar.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Ottomo. I’d worry about what would happen to that fat check deposited into your account if you stopped standing guard here.” He threw the Dragonian a glance before walking away. “Come on, let’s head out.”

“H-hey! Wasn’t there that girl you had with you earlier?” He called, following his stride.

“Yeah…yeah there was…”