A Flame in Your Heart

"Nooooo..." she squealed, but her face was beet red. She couldn't deny how hot this was making her, no matter how much she wanted to.

Slicer grinned. "Don't be sad, slut. Here, let me show you something that'll take your mind off of things."

Keeping her pinned with his hand, he used his other to fish out his cock from his pants. She tried not to look at it, but an involuntary gasp escaped her mouth as she watched eight inches of masculine meat flop out of his pants. It only grew harder the more she looked at it. Pretending to look away in disgust, she couldn't hide the fact from herself that her mouth was watering.

With casual ease, he flipped her upside down til she came face to face with his throbbing tip. Leveraging her closer, her mouth touched his shaft. Simultaneously, she felt a tongue tip slide against the lips of her pussy.

"Oooh~" she moaned, already overwhelmed with heat that even the lightest pressure made her heart flutter. She kissed it again, pretending it was an accident, and another lick made her little legs shake. Pavlovian reinforcement to encourage compliance. The accidents came more frequently, as did the positive reinforcement, until the illusion disintegrated, leaving Becky to tongue and suckle on the sides of Slicer's cock while he feasted on her gushing pussy.

"There you go," he said in between dives onto her muff, "So much better to give into your needs, isn't it? You're an eager little fucktoy, aren't you?"

His tongue prodded her clit, making her answer devolve into squeaks. It felt like all the nerves of what had been her penis had been compressed into that single nub, and when the crude wastelander tongued it, they all lit up at once. It was impossible to think about escape. When his cockhead slid into her mouth, she accepted it eagerly. After all, the more she used her tongue and lips, the better she felt. And in her lust-soaked brain, that simple correlation was about as complicated as her thoughts could get.

"Lemme have some of that ass, boss!" one of the other men asked. Her eyes were focused elsewhere, and his voice was unfamiliar.

He grunted. "Alright, sure. But her cunt is mine." He spun her around while her lips locked around his cock, providing an excellent corkscrew sensation that elicited some grunts from Slicer. He held her out just long enough for another pair of rough hands to take over.

"Holy shit, you weren't kidding. This bitch is soaked!" the other man said, using something thick and hard to stir around the copious clear femcum she was drooling from her pussy to her ass.

Becky didn't want to get her butt fucked. That wasn't something she'd ever experienced and certainly didn't want to have her first time taken by these rough men. But another huff of the musky cock currently in her mouth and the neediness in the rest of her body told her that maybe it was worth a try. After all, how bad could it be?

Her eyes opened at the first press of dick to her hole. She gagged on the dick, and the boss of the raiders had to pet her on the head for a while.

"Calm down, sweets. Struggling will just make it hurt more. Be a good girl and relax," he said, his crude words oddly soothing. She did as he commanded her, and the dick made further progress. It felt...strange. While it wasn't her pussy, one of the main sources of her current pleasure, it was filling her. And the need to be filled, that longing emptiness that had plagued her for agonizing minutes, was finally abating. That made her relax more, which allowed more cock inside. Her anatomy seemed to be elastic in some ways, given how small she was in relation to the dick stuffed inside her. Something to be thankful for as she was spitroasted by strange men in the ruins of an underground bunker.

"Ngh, fuck," Slicer pumped himself deep down her throat, "Gonna fill your mouth soon slut. Remember, good girls swallow."

Wet slapping noises echoed off the walls as the pair of raiders fucked two of her holes. Her pussy, achingly ignored, continued to drool its clear fluid down her plump thighs. The cock in her mouth sped up, roughly riding her throat and making her sputter and gag until a final powerful thrust. On the withdrawl, it came. Huge ropes of hot white seed surged into her throat and mouth, forcing her to swallow or be overwhelmed. Slicer used her throat to milk himself to completion, then pulled out enough to let his cockhead rest on her tongue. A few more pulses of spunk coated her mouth, a disgusting salty taste that she eagerly swallowed until her mouth was empty.

"Damn. You're a good suckslut. C'mere one of you, try out this hole," the boss said. Becky couldn't form words to object, not that she tried very hard. The dick in her ass didn't last long, and she soon felt it surge inside her. She exhaled sharply as her lust culminated in an orgasm of her own, almost in sympathetic reaction. Like her body was designed to feel intense, mind blanking pleasure when it felt cum spurt inside. More spunk shot up her ass, her very first creampie. She should have been outraged, or even mad. Instead, her orgasm caused her ass to flex and squeeze out the last drops of seed, then relaxed all the way to let it slip out. Before she could muse on how much the transformation had turned her into the perfect cock pleaser, another tip soon touched her mouth. She licked it obediently.

Another hard shaft slipped easily up her ass. Locked up in between cocks, Becky was a helpless servant. Her body responded mechanically, squirting and shaking and clenching when she reached another climax. She lost track of the number of times she fell over the cliff. One bled into another, leaving her adrift on an ocean of bliss. Arms and legs sagged in between occasional twitches, her body held suspended by the powerful hands of her...captors? Lovers? The concepts lost meaning. All she knew, all she could think of, were the cocks.

One cock was big. It slid into her mouth, and she slurped it down. It stuffed down her throat until she could smell his balls, then her jerked her back and forth. He said some things. "Cumslut" was one, "fuckhole" was another. She heard them so much that she started to associate herself with the names, rather than regard them as the insults they were intended to be. 'Cockslot,' she thought dimly, 'He must be talking about me. I am Cockslot'.

The thick prick spurted down her throat into her belly. There was a vague sense of disappointment when she wasn't able to taste this cock's release, which turned to relief when the cock pulled out and she was able to taste the remainder of the spunk on the tip. Salty. Yum. She swallowed what little was left, then opened for another cock to enter. She lost time and lost count. All she knew was dicks and cum and pleasuring one to receive the other.

"Alright, I'm ready. Put 'er down," Slicer said.

"But I'm not done!" Torque pleaded.

Slicer rolled his eyes. "Just blow on her face while we're talking. She'll look good that way."

They chuckled and complied, settling the short woman down onto her shaky legs. Her eyes bounced in between both dicks pumping close to her face. Two dicks that could be shoved in her pussy right now.

"Aaah...ngh...so big!" she said, like this was somehow a revelation.

"Oh? You want something, mutie?" Slicer asked, lifting her chin up to meet his eyes. Torque and the other guy who had been in her ass pumped their pricks, eager to paint Becky white. So much cum...her pussy ached. It needed to be filled.

"Mnf...please...do I gotta say it?" she asked, rubbing her thighs together

"Oh yes. Let everyone know what you want."

She huffed, but she'd gone too far to quit now. "Fuck my pussy," she mumbled.

"Louder sweetie."

"Fuck my pussy!" she tried again, louder. The crowd of pleasured raiders laughed, which made her cheeks burn. How had she fallen this far so quickly? So humiliating...

"C'mon, let me hear you say what you want!" he chided. All the raiders were laughing hard now. Degraded. Depraved. She only had one final indignity to suffer.

"FUCK MY PUSSY! Oh god please I need to feel cum in my cunt so bad!" she cried out, eyes closed, hands held at her sides. Immediately after, ropes of cum splashed her right cheek, then again on the left side of her forehead. Receiving two facials at once made her eyelids flutter. She breathed in deep, inhaling that disgusting, wonderful smell. Warm streams of seed splattered her pretty green face, marking her as a proper cumslut. If someone could marry the concept of semen, Becky was close to exchanging vows.

Without warning, Slicer snapped her out of her reverie by picking her up and with a single motion from a standing position stuffed his huge dick into her dribbling slit. She came immediately, legs squirming and wiggling as she received the stimulation she'd been

"Nngh~'" Becky moaned, drowning in joy at being used so completely and utterly. Even the last few encounters resembled sex between two equal parties. This was just use. Slicer treated her body exactly like one might a sextoy. And that degrading idea drove her from orgasm to orgasm. Even if her conscious mind could resist, imprinting the ideas of submission and the joys of service meant that they'll constantly come up in the future.

His pace increased, and Becky wearily recognised the signs of an upcoming creampie. Her body cried out for it. She chanted "cum, cum, cum" with a single minded desire. Like a priestess at the altar of cum, it was the object of her worship. And she was ready to receive a bountiful blessing.

With a final hard slam, he emptied his huge load into her body. Thick gouts of cream poured into her well used slit, finally quenching the fire that had been burning inside her since she transformed. Cum. Beautiful, wonderful, satiating cum. The release plumped up her stomach slightly from the sheer volume. There was no doubt she'd been knocked up. She could feel it, just as much as she felt the orgasm blast through her body. She tightened against him, milking his dick like her body had been built for this very purpose. In a way, it had. The pinnacle of pre-War science had made her the perfect receptacle for semen. When he lifted her off his cock, a waterfall of jizz leaked down her lower half.

"What do we do with her?" Torque asked, rubbing Becky's mussed up hair.

"Camp could use some entertainment. Why don't we keep her?" Slicer said. Becky whimpered at the prospect, but the leader pushed a finger into her creampied pussy. "What do you think, huh? Do you want to be our pet? We'll feed you, protect you, give you nice things to wear. All you gotta do is keep out dicks drained. Maybe eat some pussy too for our females, now and then. What do you say about that, little green girl? Wanna be a live-in cumdump?"

Becky tried to say no! She tried to say that it was beneath her, that she was a strong adventurer, and that she wouldn't be kept as some kind of passive fucktoy. But the thick finger in her drooling slit made her moan instead. It slid deeper inside, finding its way to her G-spot and making her clench down weakly against it.

"Ngh...I...I can't..." she stammered, but Slicer pressed further. A dollop of cum slid into her mouth. She slurped it up, savoring the taste.

"I can't hear you, cutie. What do you say?" His voice was laced with venom, repeating his taunts from earlier. Becky was defeated. There was no fighting it. She gave in.

"Yes...yes...oh god yes!" she cried, squirting a final, weak orgasm against his hand.

She resented how easily he had been manipulated, but deep down she knew it was true. She was their fuckpet. Their obedient little hole. And so long as they kept her safe and stuffed with cock, she wouldn't leave.