#multi fandom au

instead, here you were…lying across the king bed of a deluxe suite. Stretched out, stuffed and filled to the brim with copious amounts of bodily fluids. Ones that didn’t belong to the man whose ring or last name you wore. They were the property of three complete and total strangers and apparently, now so were you. Your head was fuzzy, unable to make sense of anything that was happening. That body? Sore from head to toe and unbeknownst, covered in bruises…oddly enough, you felt quite inebriated as well, almost out of your mind…as if you had taken some sort of substance. Despite only having a cup of apple juice from the maitre’d just to rinse the tart taste of the complimentary pretzels from your mouth. It was shortly after that, you’d begin to feel lightheaded and eventually would black out. The next thing you know, you were lying in this bed, staring up at three men who looked more terrifying than any monster from a TV show. To say it was a rude awakening was certainly an understatement.

“Answer me, baby. I asked a question..don’t make me repeat myself, okay? I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

the first one, a guy with spiky blue, disheveled locks and a prominent ‘6’ with what looked to be teeth tattooed on his torso was the one speaking to you. His inked fingers would soon clasp your jaws and hold them in place as he shoved two of those digits down your throat, prompting you to gag a bit. Before you could even react, he’d follow it up with a couple heavy handed slaps to your chubby cheeks. Naturally, you’d whimper, twisting your head away as you begged him to stop. But he wasn’t listening, not even in the slightest.

“Aww…still pretending, I see. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have plenty more time to break, we’re just getting started.”

because the truth of the matter was….there was a tinge of truth to his brash statement. Sure, once you were alert enough to see what was happening, you’d attest. Crying, kicking and flailing as you pleaded for these strangers to let you go. But once they began tearing those clothes off, pinning your limbs down and groping that body….your tune changed. Even if you didn’t want it to or even try. After all, it was the stuff of nightmares! Being taken captive by three guys who you stood no chance against, having their way with you. You’d attempt to inquire about why they were doing this but alas, you’d only receive an answer that confused you even more; courtesy of the black haired gentleman with a cross tattoo on his forehead. In the midst of being pounded from behind by his partner, he’d clutch the top of your head, making you fixate your teary eyed gaze solely on him and uttered: “…you’ll have to ask your husband about that, my dear. That’s if you ever see him again.”

Eventually, you’d find every one of your orifices and erogenous areas licked, fingered, stuffed and downright abused. One making you ride him whilst the other fucked your ass from behind. One making you jack him off, the other hollowing out your throat and the other bending your legs as far as they could reach and feeding you deep strokes.… no matter how loudly you screamed, how much you begged and how much you pushed away, there was no letting up.

“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did but please let me go.”

“I think you misunderstand, my love…this is all for your benefit. You deserve so much more than he could ever give you and we can change that.”

“Fucking hell, stop crying already…whiny bitch.”

“Nah, let her keep screaming and begging…shit turns me on.”

Your expression and words may have been one of a woman who was frightened and scared but your body harbored the truth. A woman who was sexually frustrated and needed release….a woman who was tired of the mundane, vanilla sex you’d grown accustomed to. The bored housewife of a neglectful husband who had often fantasized about these sorts of sick, depraved acts. It was exactly why you couldn’t stop coming every time one of these evil bastards thrashed their cocks around inside of you….the girths and sizes unlike any you’ve experienced in the past, and far larger than your husband’s. Why you couldn’t stop moaning every time one of them called you a good girl or said they were proud of you. Or even clenched around their shafts when they called you a filthy bitch or a slut, slapping you across the face like an object because something your brain truly craved that. But it was blatantly obvious that not only were they going to force you to make them fit but become acclimated to their shape. So as you lie there, covered in what was already an exorbitant amount of cum…

“…p—please..”

“Yes, darling? Please what?”

“Yeah, use those words, pretty girl. We’re waiting.”

you still wanted more! You craved more of this debaucherous treatment.

“Please don’t stop fucking me..use all of my holes.”

and in that moment, it was as if all of their ‘hard work’ had paid off. The dark haired man with the cross tattoo, who you’d come to know as Chrollo, ushered you off of your back and onto all fours. Waving you towards him with a finger, he’d cup your chin between your fingers and plant a sloppy kiss directly into your mouth. When he pulled back, you’d notice he was brandishing a small white tablet between his fingers and before you could even utter a word, he’d dispense it onto your tongue. “Here you go, darling. That should ease all of those worries. Now that pretty little head of yours is as good as blank.” The second it began coagulating with your saliva, it would stay to dissolve and in a few minutes, you’d feel the effects. With tears still staining your cheeks, you’d finally muster a smile for the first time in two hours. Still intoxicated, tongue dangling slightly from between those plump lips with all of your pretty makeup smeared. Those tight ringlet curls from your coily hair were in complete disarray and that gorgeous brown skin was marked with white and clear stains. Some were more prominent than others by this time.

“Fuck it, let’s put one in her ass too. Really make this little bitch lose her mind….she’ll be fucking us for the whole night.”

that raspy, wild voice and brash demeanor as you’d come to learn, belonged to a man they called Grimmjow or just Grimm as you’d heard him be referred to as both in this short span. He was certainly the most rough of the bunch but when he was pinning you down, burying that thick cock to the hilt…you’d never felt so alive! It was something about someone being forceful, telling you to ‘take their dick’ that just truly made you feral. Then there was the one currently mounting behind you…

“Hell yeah…I mean, she doesn’t look like she wants to leave anyways.”

reddish black hair, raspy voice, a plethora of tattoos running down his arms and chest and could eat pussy like his life was dependent upon it. His name? “Aye, Ryo. Here..” Grasping your hip, he’d do exactly as his friend instructed and spread your thick ass apart, spanking it with heavy handed slaps as he did so. Bending down to slop his tongue around your stretched and borderline prolapsed hole. “God, you opened up so nice…I knew you would.” Praising you as he unsealed the plastic baggie with another white tab inside to place into your anus. You had already begun to drool, eyes dilated and chest beginning to heave from the first one. His thumb pressing gently into it and eliciting a soft gasp and giggle from you in the process. All whilst teasing that head along your quivering slit. There was a slight smile on your face, a complete change from what was displayed earlier. In a matter of moments, you’d find your head tugged forward, a forceful hand on the small of your back and all three of them cornering in on you. Simultaneously, Ryo and Chrollo would glide between both sets of your lips with pure ease. It didn’t take long for you to become acclimated with their shapes and fits again.

“This look suit you much better, baby…being a drugged out little whore, taking dick from strangers. It’s like you were made for this.”

“Yes..God, you’re incredible, my love. Such a perfect little cocksleeve—gahh, that throat feels amazing.”

meanwhile, Grimm would stand stroking his own shaft at the sight of his friends using you for their own gratification. Gagging noises emitting from your mouth along with trails of saliva and creamy secretions dripping from that abused cunt. Both of those poor holes were twitching in reaction to the constant stimulation and now that the little pills had been absorbed into your bloodstream, all you could do was laugh. Begging them for more…almost numb to any pain or discomfort. Just riddled with pleasure and intoxication…their movements would quicken and Ryo was pounding you with hard, fast and extremely rough thrusts, practically jackhammering you. Meanwhile, Chrollo was bucking his hips upward to find home in your esophagus. Intermittently, they’d take turns, snatching your head around to spit between those jaws. All while slapping and berating you. It was gritty, nasty, a little violent and everything you needed.

“F-fuuuuck yessss! I need more..keep fucking me, just like this!”

cackling and moaning through gritted teeth as he gave you a few seconds of respite. Although the sight of you whimpering and scared was quite enjoyable for them, this side of you was far more entertaining!

“Hell yeah, now we’re talking…love when my women act like fucking sluts.” Grimm, who had been sitting patiently for his turn, would gently push Chrollo back in order to have his fill. “Open that mouth wide, you lil’ bitch…I wanna make you throw up on it.” Without so much as missing a beat, he’d grasp your head, forcing it down on that cock until your forehead nearly touched the base and demanded that you hold it there. For a moment, you couldn’t make a sound, seeing as how Ryo had ever so swiftly alternated holes. Burying himself to the hilt in that tight asshole. “Goddamn, you’re squeezing me..you must want my nut in your ass again.” Breaking out with a maniacal laugh, knowing that you were going to release an ear curdling scream when you regained your breath. Just as he promised, Grimm would laugh as he withdrew, and watched as your fluids spilled out onto his member. He seemed extremely satisfied to have all but made you vomit. Meanwhile, your pussy could not stop leaking from the impact and you felt as if it you were going to explode. That cervix was as good as bruised, if not damaged. You’d held off your husband for a long time when it came to kids and he had become frustrated in recent months. But now, you were filled with so many orgasms that it would be impossible to not be. That would be a conversation for another time…right now, you were focused on your own release.

“ ‘m gonna squirt….feel so full.” muttering out in a squeaky voice as you expressed that it felt as if something was pressing on your bladder.

“Damn, I’m surprised she has anything left in her…poor thing must be dehydrated at this point.”

Chrollo teased as he massaged himself, looking so sexy as he stroked himself. Ryo on the other hand, didn’t care!

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s squirt, piss..let it out. Come for me, bitch. Come for me with my dick in your ass.”

with that, you’d feel yourself come undone like an unraveling string and all you could do was remain frozen. He’d pound your hole for a few seconds more until he felt the wet stream of warm juices spilling out into the mattress..coagulating with the various other puddles you’d left behind. That head felt fuzzy and had gone so blank that it hadn’t even registered how loud you were screaming and moaning. Writhing around underneath his grasp and under their control. All three men would laugh at your reaction, watching you involuntarily flail from the sensation. Once you finished, Ryo would shoot yet another load into that anal cavity, grunting and leaving more brutal smacks on your already sore behind.

“Good job, my love. We’re so proud.”

“Yeah, that’s my beautiful little slut…”

“Such a nasty bitch, I love it.”

you were in for a long night and possibly….your future if they had anything to do with it!