Hollow Pleasure Ch. 14

"Look at this ass," he sneered. Her little pink thong was barely a covering over her mound. He slapped her ass, then reached between her legs, grasping her thong and giving it a hard tug until it tore free. Galloway let out a muffled whimper at being so crudely exposed. But the sheen of wetness on her puffy pink pussy lips said that she was enjoying every moment of her public violation.

When Ortega's cock popped free of her mouth once more, she couldn't help but blurt out "You should have done this to me back at the casino..." She panted like a dog out of breath. "You all should have done this to me as the building burned. Shown everyone what a slut I am for you. Fucked me right on the poker table endlessly."

"Made you our whore right in front of your coworkers and friends," Henry snarled. He ran his hands over her wet slit, still keeping her feet pinned together, up on his shoulder. There was nothing gentle about the way he forced two fingers into her body.

Galloway leaned her head back. "Ohhhhhh!!" She cried out in pleasure as he penetrated her with his murderous hands. Those same hands that had ended lives and done unspeakable atrocities were now the ones that were going to bring her to orgasm with minimal effort.

When she managed to recover enough of her senses, she realized that her lips were quivering. She was biting her bottom lip, sucking in air between her bared teeth.

"Look at how fuckin' hot this little pepper is," Henry said, stabbing her womb deeper and deeper with his fingers. Galloway's pussy was completely sopping.

"More..." she panted, and she began to move her hips to hump his hand. She was pushing herself into him again and again. "More... more... more," she begged in a mindless desperation for sexual release.

Henry gave a cruel sadistic smile. "You want more, cunt? You're going to get it." Then he did the unthinkable. He closed his fingers in a tight fist and began to push against her opening.

Galloway's eyes popped. "No, it's too big!" She cried out.

"You asked for it, pig. Now you're gonna get the long arm of my law," he cackled and pushed harder, forcing his fist into her body.

Galloway whimpered helplessly as the men held her there, tears in her eyes. It took effort and some force, Henry snarling through his sharpened teeth the whole time. But eventually his entire fist disappeared into Galloway's body.

She could only stare in shocked disbelief as this man— this monster— violated her with his fist. Henry began to fuck it in and out of her body, and within moments, Galloway's voice squeaked out (not so different from Danni's high pitched voice) in a cry of intense pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhh Henryyyy!! Don't stop... don't stop..." she pled, squeezing her eyelids shut, even as the men gripped her hair and forced her to look down at her own brutal defilement.

"You don't want us to stop, little whore?" They were slapping her face and chest from different directions. Sweat, tears, and spit running down her face.

"No," she tried to shake her head, but they were gripping her hair so tightly that she couldn't. "No, don't stop... please... I'm..." her face contorted, her eyes tight, her lips curling back. "I'm cumming! Ohhhh godddd!! I'm cumming!" She screamed out.

Henry's violent thrusting of his fist didn't relent. Her juices were pouring down his wrist as he went deeper and deeper. His ugly grin was spread ear to ear now in his triumphant conquest of this slutty little officer. His tongue flicked out, roving around his lips in a mindless gesture of perversion.

Galloway's hips bucked and thrust, humping at air. "Holy shit, the way this little pepper is squeezing my hand..." He cackled to his accomplices. "I can't wait to get my dick in her."

One of the men slapped Galloway's face, snapping her out of her orgasmic pleasure. "Hear that, little cock sleeve? Ready for some dick?"

"Yes!" She cried out without missing a beat. "Yes I am!"

"Good little slut," Henry's fist popped free of Galloway's body.

The men pulled her off of the stack of boxes by her hair, her throat, and her torn uniform shirt. They led her in a humbled posture like they were leading a dog. She stepped clumsily, nearly tripping over herself with her feet held together by her pants. The other captives hardly recognized her. There was nothing independent and strong about her now. She had completely relinquished her personality.

It was Officer Jones who stood in front of her. Her traitorous coworker that she'd once been friends with. He glared at her through the eyeholes of his mask. His security uniform still in place. The badge gleamed brightly back at her like a sick joke.

Then he was manhandling her on top of him.

He lay on his back on the dirty floor, and positioned Galloway backward onto his lap, with her bound legs sticking up in the air. There was a sense of complete helplessness on Galloway's part, and it only turned her on more.

Jones wrapped Galloway's hand around his big cock, letting her feel the tool that he'd be violating her with. Like Henry's and Ortega's, it was impossibly enormous. He smacked it against her bare butt several times, making a slapping sound. "Hope you like big black cock, you little tease. I had to look at this fine piece of ass so many times in the control room, that I should have put you in your place back then." He continued to smack his meat stick against her. But when he had his fill of making his point, he spread her cheeks and ran the head of his cock down the crack of her firm butt.

"I'm going to fuck that ass," Jones tugged her by the hair and ran his tongue around the curve of her ear, making his point loud and clear.

"Uh huh," she moaned complacently enough, her eyes already clenched shut in anticipation. "Fuck my ass, Jones. I'm your little bitch."

"Glad to see you know your place," he said, and made no gentle effort at penetrating her tight little hole.

Galloway squeaked with uncertainty. That squeak turned into a groan, turned into a desperate panting screech. By the time Jones' bare thick gnarled cock was halfway into her body, Galloway's voice had gone hoarse from crying out. Then he was holding her tight and slamming her down into his deep penetrative thrust.

While Jones wrecked Galloway's ass, the fourth robber, a grinning obnoxious tatted up clown they called Stevie took hold of Galloway's ankles, rested them on his shoulder, and knelt in front of her wet pussy. He took a moment to admire the thick black shaft pushing in and out of Galloway's ass hole. Jones' balls like a pair of heavy coconuts moved with each push. Then Stevie slapped his enormous animalistic cock against Galloway's pussy, claiming her as his territory for the time being.

"Henry, you better not have loosened her up too much," he laughed, then pushed his cock deep into her body while Jones pounded her ass.

Galloway whimpered with the addition of his new shaft sliding inside of her.

"Double stuffed piggy," Stevie remarked, holding her by the legs and sinking his cock home with hard eager stabs. Each time he rammed himself into her, she whimpered again— a high and whiny sound.

Henry stepped beside them, and grabbed Galloway by the throat, choking her slightly. "Don't just lay there and let them do all the work, you dumb bitch. Fuck them!" He snarled, his fingers tightening, cutting off most of her airway.

Galloway tried her best to buck her hips, but it wasn't easy. Her tummy flexed. She grunted. She pushed back into them like her life depended on it. Her tits jiggled pleasantly with each bounce. A sheen of sweat was popping out on her cheeks— red from where the men had slapped her.

She lay between them, grunting while being savagely fucked by the men who haunted her memories and chased her in her dreams.

And they were only growing rougher and more aggressive. Galloway let out an especially long moan, and Henry slapped her. "What was that, slut? You got something to say?"

She cried, but it felt too good to bring herself to stop.

Henry and Ortega stood on either side of her, hovering their cocks in front of her face. Back and forth, they took turns on her mouth. First Ortega grabbed her and rammed his cock down her throat, choking her, making sure she understood that they were in charge, and she was only allowed to come up for air when they wanted her to. Then he pulled out, and Henry's monstrous horse cock was stuffed into her gasping mouth.

She struggled to keep up in a dizzying blur of thrusting cocks and abuse that her body was taking. Drool streamed from her lips. Her badge flapped obscenely from her torn open shirt as they pounded her roughly again and again.

Galloway's mouth went back and forth, swallowing up Henry, then Ortega, then back to Henry again. Her mouth was always busy, her head always moving. Her tongue was a blur, tickling their shafts and enticing then to continue harder and rougher than before.

Henry popped his cock from her mouth and swung it like a baseball bat, wacking it enthusiastically off of Galloway's face. He laughed, high and crazy, like a maniacal lunatic. Ortega followed suit and the two of them battered Galloway's face with their hard steely cocks, until her cheeks were puffy and pink, and her face was bathed in saliva, precum, and tears.

All the while, Stevie and Jones leveraged her body up and down, impaling her simultaneously on their cocks. Their shafts appearing and disappearing as though they were machines made for fucking.

Galloway's tongue hung out, eager for a taste of the men who beat her face with their dicks, even if it was just for a fleeting second.

Henry sensed the desperation in the crazed slut's efforts, because as Galloway was being pounded from both ends, he stepped over her, straddling her face and hovering his enormous monster package in front of her. He hung his balls above her gasping mouth and dropped his heavy cock on her forehead.

"Suck them!" he ordered.

Galloway opened her mouth and willingly tasted his balls one at a time. She massaged them with her wet lips, basting them with her hot saliva. She tickled them with her tongue. Her moans were muffled against his heavy baby maker. His cock rested heavily on her face, along her nose and across her forehead. His size and girth was immense.

Ortega stroked, watching her display of unrelenting sluttiness. "Filthy pig, gobbling those balls," he said in a gruff voice. His hand was a mad blur on his own penis.

Galloway couldn't bring herself to stop. Her body was in a constant state of movement, riding, pivoting, swinging her hips from side to side as the men used her. She dragged her tongue along Henry's massive balls, up to his shaft, tracing wet saliva along the underside.

Henry gripped either side of her head and humped against her face, inching ever higher until Galloway's nose was buried beneath his balls. She seemed to hesitate.

"I didn't say to stop," he barked at her. "Keep licking."

Galloway whimpered cutely, but then her tongue found his ass and circled it.

Henry moaned in triumphant delight as he rode her face. The little slut would do whatever he told her to do, and eagerly at that. "Truth, justice, and pleasuring bad men however they please. Your parents must be so proud," he laughed high and crazily as he grinned at the captives in the cages. Most of them looked away in shame or some degree of their own humiliation. Ethan most of all.

Ortega took his turn. He was even rougher than Henry as he grabbed the back of Galloway's sweat-soaked head, and pushed her face into his undercarriage. She obeyed like a good little slut, licking and tasting, roaming his balls, his shaft, back to his ass. She seemed to have no limits.

Off to one side, Rob watched with delighted amusement, keyboard in hand as this group of dangerous men from Galloway's past practically piled on top of her, dog piling her for their own sexual urges.

It gave him new ideas. As he began to type, the basement around them began to disintegrate. The room transformed into something from Galloway's memory. They were back in the center of the casino.

Galloway appeared momentarily startled as she glanced around. They were no longer on the dirt floor of the basement, but were in a pile on the green felt surface of a poker table. Jones and Stevie were still violating her ass and pussy with unrelenting vigor. The shock was obvious on her face, having been ill-prepared for the abrupt change. But as they pounded her, that shock melted back into wild untamable pleasure. It wasn't just about fucking the bad men who had caused so much grief, but now she was doing it in the very spot that they'd committed such heinous acts.

Surrounding the poker table were people, all of them were on their knees, their hands and feet bound like a captive audience, their eyes wide with fear as they were forced to watch the violation of the attractive female guard with the wild dyed hair. Among the faces, Galloway spotted Graver, Halley, Ethan, and the rest of her neighbors. Quinn was there. So was Wade and the rest of her fellow officers— the ones who survived that night and the ones who perished.

The audience to her debauchery stirred within her a whole new wave of humiliation, and sexual excitement, all at once. She didn't understand any of it, but she wanted these men to take her harder, faster, more aggressively. She wanted them to completely pound her.

Through the moaning and defilement, Galloway somehow managed to find her voice. "I want to change positions."

"Oh do you, slut?" Henry asked.

"Yes. I want to do everything with you guys. I want to be such a good whore for you." She couldn't help but let her eyes travel to the horrified faces of the dozens of on-lookers. Their expressions at hearing her say such things spurred her on.

When they let her up, Galloway didn't run. She had every opportunity to run or fight or try to put a stop to this. She did none of that. Instead, she stood on the table and did a little strip tease while she removed the last lingering threads of her clothes. There weren't many. She bent over, exposing her bare ass and pussy to the audience of captives. They were raw and well used from the pounding she'd already taken. Her ass cheeks were red with the handprints that illustrated the violation of her body, and a sheen of sweat coated her, marking her athletic efforts to be the best fuck puppet that she could be.

As she clumsily stepped out of her pants, the men were sure to slap her ass, grip it roughly, and make it jiggle. They laughed and called her names. Some of them even pelted her with poker chips and crumbles of half burned dollar bills (the building was still on fire somewhere in the distance).

Galloway didn't mind. If anything, it only made her want to fuck them harder. She stripped down to everything except her uniform shirt, that hung open, exposing her big bare tits. She wanted to leave that last feeble covering on, if nothing else than to remind her of the duties and responsibilities that she was relinquishing in exchange for empty hollow pleasure.

She sashayed her hips and worked her shirt open and closed, giving peeks of her body and hard nipples. The dozens of eyes stared at her body as though she'd lost her mind. And there was a liberating feeling like maybe she truly had. Her goals were so simple now... easy and selfish.

Then she grabbed Henry by the collar and pulled him up onto the poker table with her. She would ride him. It had to be this way. He'd orchestrated this whole massacre and she wanted to reward him by letting him lay back and relax as she did all the work. She kissed him hard on the mouth, running her tongue around his lips in long slutty licks. His tongue met hers in midair and they wrestled outside of their mouths for all to see. Henry cupped Galloway's ass like he owned it (and maybe he did at this point).

She couldn't stop herself. She reached up and peeled away his ski mask. She gasped at the sight that greeted her. He wasn't human. The grotesque face of demon stared back at her. His skin was molten and red. His glowing evil eyes— the same eyes that radiated insane energy from behind the mask— burned from deep dark ringed pits. Long curling horns, like a ram's, jutted from his scalp as if they'd always been there. There were certain elements to remind her that this was still Henry— but a demonized version. His prison tattoos ran across his neck and scalp. His teeth were still filed to razor points.

When Galloway glanced around, she saw that all the robbers had removed their masks. Each of them had transformed from men into monsters. Jones' skin was still dark, and he still had his goatee, sideburns, and resentful eyes. But the horns he bore were gnarled and ugly. His eyes a sickly yellow. Stevie and Ortega were faring no better.

Galloway turned back to Henry with bewilderment. He was shedding his clothes, and when he stripped out of his shirt and pants, his muscles were enormous. The man had practically doubled in size. His legs were the legs of a goat and his feet were cloven hooves.

"Something wrong, slut?" He snarled in a deep voice that resonated from another world.

Galloway took it all in. His enormous cock like a horse, pointed at her belly. She bit her lip. "Nothing," she said with an excited smile. "Nothing at all," and she returned her mouth to Henry's. Her kisses with the beast were much more forceful and her hand wrapped around Henry's throbbing member. She brought it to her bare belly and rubbed it against her smooth skin, humping and grinding it.

As they kissed, she eased the monster (Henry's true self, it seemed) backward onto the table. When he lay back, Galloway bent for a moment and tenderly kissed the head of the cock that she was about to sit on. Then she straddled him on the poker table, bringing her mouth to his, and eased her body down onto his massive tool. It wasn't easy, it required a lot of hip work, sashaying and rotating, pivoting and grinding. After the fisting she'd taken from Henry, she was thankfully loose enough, and then she eased him inside of her.

She knew it was wrong. But even as she sank herself lower and lower, she was orgasming.

"Ohhhhh yessssss!" She moaned as she slid down his pole and started to gyrate her hips.

"Good slut... such a good slut you'll make," he groaned his approval.

"I am, master," she moaned. "I'll be your good slut..." she held him tightly and started to work her hips. She rode him with a renewed sense of purpose. She would do this forever. They would never leave this place. She would spend the rest of her life pleasing these monsters.

The remaining robbers let her have her long passionate moment with Henry, and by the time her initial orgasm wore off, they were closing in to join them.

Galloway wasn't quite sure who took her anally. She was pretty sure that it was Ortega. It sounded like him, the way he spit on her to make his entry easier. Then his beastly claws had her by the hips and he was inserting himself into the warm tight embrace of her ass.

Crazy thoughts occurred to her as they gang fucked her on the table— idle wanderings about her holes. This was all it was for. All any of it was for. Her ass, her mouth, her pussy. From here on out, it would serve no other purpose than the pleasure of cocks. Her pussy was no longer for making children, but only for the perpetual pleasure of these evil men.

As she committed these thoughts to her psyche, another orgasm rolled through her body. She opened her mouth to scream in delight, but found a cock being stuffed into it. She welcomed it. It was Jones, and she could taste her own ass along his length. He had fucked her anally in the basement. Now he was fucking her orally here in the casino.

There was nothing gentle about the way these monsters made love to Galloway's body. Beneath her, Henry closed his fingers around her neck and squeezed. Galloway struggled to breath, but the sexual frenzy only fueled her. Spots danced in front of her eyes, but she continued to suck and lick and swallow Jones's dirty cock for all she was worth.