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When night had fallen over the camp, there was a massive pool of cum under the rack, churned into a brown muck with the dirt.They had long since raped Melony unconscious, her mouth was hanging open, her breaths labored while drooling a slurry of spit and cum.
She looked fat but it was all the horse semen lost in her guts, her wrists and ankles scraped raw from them fucking her so vigorously. Her once tight openings had been reduced to gaping caverns, red and raw from overuse, a cold breeze was welcome balm to the hot ache of her nethers.
The lips of her pussy were bruised purple and hanging slack under a thick froth of churned seed and her sopping arousal. Her ass cheeks fared no better, spanked red by calloused hands and marked with purple lashes where they spanked her with rods when no centaur was having a turn with her.
Another set of cum and mud-caked hooves slammed down against the rack in front of her and shocked her awake. The potent reek of booze was stinging her nostrils and it was coming off the horny centaur, a scent that told her she was about to be getting it rough.
His cock was slapping at her sore cunt, struggling to aim it right, but then with a hard push he was deep inside and plowing at her ragged cavern. She whimpered from the force of his equine hips, the rack tiling forward under them from the force of his thrusts, wringing startled cries out of her, he was fucking her more recklessly than the others.
It didn’t take long at all for her to feel him clubbing his cock against the tenderized barrier to her womb. He growled as he did so, wanting to claim something that hadn’t been fucked a hundred times before him.
Her yells were frantic, pleading for him to stop, pulling at the bonds of her wrists, feeling his intent far too keenly against her cervix. Then it gave way with a shudder, his hard cudgel smashed against the spongy walls of her baby chamber, the beastman chuckled deeply when he broke her pussy with his cock.
The scream she had intended to let loose came out as a gurgle, body wracked with convulsing spasms, eyes twisting frantically in their sockets when he fucked her womb all the way under her ribcage. His cock was punching the air right out of her lungs and he could feel the flutters of her heart against his dick every time he pushed into her.
She keenly felt him flaring in her chest and was horrified by the knowledge that she was going to die under him. It was while he fucked her so hard and deep, her pussy chose this moment to spray its warm cum all over the dense nuts slapping against her thighs.
The drunk centaur pumped inside the womb he had lodged in her chest cavity with a pleasured groan. She managed one final croak of agony when her ribs began to expand, the cartilage creaking from the strain from such volume spilling inside her.
All her vital organs pushed aside for his thick deposit, squished against the cage of bones and her heart shuddered its last throb from the pressure. Her body went limp under him, eyes staring vacantly at nothing, the last breath a wheeze from the air being squashed out of her lungs, pissing herself as she died.
He ripped his spent dick out of the dead woman, tail flicking happily from his orgasm, oblivious to what he had done to her in the dark, only caring about his satisfaction. Then another drunken male was already stepping in behind her, staggering to mount her and skewering her slack cunt with a sloppy queef, churning his kin’s cum into a froth while he unwittingly fucked a corpse.
Without taut living muscle to push their seed out, their cum remained inside, and when he came as well, her torso obscenely rounded out until her womb burst with a shudder. Her stomach began to sag heavily over the wood frame as more and more was pumped inside her warm corpse, bloating her flesh beyond its limit until red fissures split over her olive skin.
The centaurs didn’t care she had died and through the night they were fucking her still warm holes until she finally came apart with a wet ripping sound and all their pearlescent seed streaked with blood splashed to the ground. Long ropes of her guts hanging in loose tangles over the rack leaving her midsection a ragged empty cavity.
This only deterred some of the more squeamish of the centaurs, but the more depraved continued to fuck her mangled corpse. They still took their pleasure from her slack mouth and bloated tongue or between the plush cheeks of her ass, pumping their flared cocks into her hollowed out torso.
Eventually, Melony’s body was discarded in a crumpled heap in the underbrush and left to rot, but she had given them all a good taste of what a tight human slut can give them.
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The next morning a fresh busty whore was thrown atop the rack still oozing with gore, her eyes heavily lidded and unfocused, drugged and oblivious to them strapping her in place. Then her pale pussy lips were imploded inward by the fleshy club of a pink horse cock caked with dried blood from the last woman mounted on the rack.
Husky screams were being shoved out of her by the mighty thrusts of a centaurs animal hips but didn’t drown out the pitched sounds of a gigantic cock pounding into her quaking cunt. A crowd of horny beastmen was already forming, all of them wanting the same from her.
This new one was not even going to make it to the afternoon.
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