Feast Girls

All us girls were aware of what we were in for when this began a year ago. We were pampered and pleasured for a year leading up to the morning of the annual feast. Any pleasure we asked for was given by our bunny girls, and Sunny and I asked for everything. We even asked for the pleasures we would feel on that distant morning of the feast that awaited us. Injected with the arousing drugs, we enjoyed the pleasures of the feast preparation one by one; heat that made us sweat and squirm; hormones that swelled our tits and puckered our nipples; and the deep penetrations of blunt toys up our pussies and bums and down our gullets to our stomachs making us gurgle and retch as we shuddered through orgasms.

Our bunnies were gentle and it was heaven.

The special enemas in our wombs we feel everyday, making our bellies ache as they are stretched over and over, cumming so sweetly as we drained in stuttering gushes.

Each of these things felt so good and we marvelled at how good they would feel all done at the same time.

Sunny and I would spend hours in bed whispering about it and sucking each other's pussies when the hornies got the better of us. Our year of pampering felt like an endless dream that we never wanted to awaken from.

But this morning we did awaken from that dream as we were injected with the special drugs and hormones that aroused us but would not taint our flesh. It was important our flesh remain unsullied. The drugs made us both hungry for the sexual adventure that we were about to begin; our pussies, bum holes, tits, and even our throats craving attention from our bunny girls.

We were taken to the wet room like always and given our high enemas so we didn't mess, then fed the creamy strawberry drink so our bellies were full as their tongues slither in our clean bum holes to open and make them loose. Then we were led down a corridor we'd never visited before, Sunny taken into one room and me into another.

"I thought we'd be together." I say, slurring my words, feeling so warm and horny, knowing my loose bum hole would soon be penetrated.

"This is just getting you each ready." one bunny girl says, "You'll be with Sunny again soon for the best parts."

"The parts that will make you swoon in the deepest bliss you've ever experienced." says the other.

The drugs are strong and I can feel them coursing through my body, awakening everything. My entire body is aroused, sweet sensations rippling everywhere; over my skin; inside my bum, pussy, and womb; in my tits and nipples; and in my full stomach and empty bowels. Even my bladder is throbbing sensually as my bunny girls hold me and I have my morning pee, spraying my inner thighs, the stream vibrating under my clit. I tell them I'm going to cum and I do. It's a sweet belly clenching orgasm that makes my thighs tremble, and as I squirm and cum in their hands they lay me face down on a padded table, the cushion under my belly raising my bum so I'm ready for my long penetration.

One of my bunny girls kneels in front of me and takes my face in her hands while the other penetrates my bumhole from behind. I know what she's pushing inside me because I watched last year's Feast Girls brought into the banquet hall for the annual celebration.

I remember the succulent flavour of her flesh and the crispness of her skin and as my spit slides through my willing bum hole and deep inside my belly I feel the electric pleasure of the sharp tip stitching through the loops of my bowels and my orgasms roll on and on. New girls will taste my flesh and crunch my skin today as they begin their year of pampering and I envy them for all the pleasure they will discover their bodies can give them.

High in my belly I feel the sharp tip of the spit dimple then puncture my full stomach, and gazing into my bunny girl's eye I begin to retch and sick-up the strawberry drink as my stomach quivers in pleasure and the spit fucks its way through it. Sicking-up helps the spit slide up my gullet and out my open mouth without scratching and I marvel at this feeling of being skewered from bumhole to mouth. The root of my tongue is compressed by the spit making my mouth water and it all feels marvellous.

I wondered last year how the feast girls survived so long being skewered and now I know as cool air flows into my lungs from holes in the spit as I gag and retch. A rush of gratitude washes through me as I realize I'm going to feel everything until I feel nothing.

The bunny girl behind me pushes the spit deeper and I feel a thick rod slide into my slippery pussy and press hard against my cervix. I understand why our wombs were expanded every morning as the rod forces open my cervix and slides into my womb.

My bunny girl is fucking me, the long spit sliding through my belly and gullet, the shorter one stretching my womb. Sliding, gliding effortlessly from crotch to mouth, each gurgling heave making my pussy clench down on the rod and I am cumming and cumming and cumming.

Bunny girls always make us feel this good.

My constant orgasms slow as I am placed on a rolling rack, my ankles laced to the spit with leather thongs and my wrists lashed together at the small of my back. Sunny is placed on the rack beside me and I can hear her gagging and retching as we are wheeled down the corridor. I can smell both our sweat and pussies and the sweat and pussies of other feast girls as we are all moved to the next room.

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This room is bright and tiled and I can hear the other feast girls as they cum and retch. I work the root of my tongue against the spit to make my stomach curl and convulse more because it's so orgasmic. I want to feel everything for as long as I can because this is my last time.

Something is attached to the rod in my pussy and I feel the warm rush of a thick slurry pumped into my womb and the sensation changes my constant orgasms. They feel deeper and more guttural now, my belly becoming the centre of my pleasure as my womb bloats tighter and tighter.

I know what this is because I tasted it last year when our feast girl was cut open at our table, her belly opening wide to reveal the cooked stuffing inside her bloated womb. My slurry will solidify as my body is cooked, my belly turning from a fluid ball into a firm one to delight the diners as I am opened like a birthday present. I will look like a pregnant girl when I am presented on my back and the spit slid out of me. Even though I will never feel my spit slide out, I shudder, knowing my fate and wanting it now more than ever, imagining my round belly being carved and served.

Out of the corner of my eye I watch Sunny's belly expanding and hear her retching in orgasm like I am. I'm happy Sunny is feeling the same pleasure as me.

All that is happening to me is blurring like a dream. I can move just enough to feel my spit inside me as my belly grows round and tight and heavy. Orgasmic waves roll through me making my insides tremble as my skin is washed with delicious tingles. My tits are heavy and my nipples are puckered and tight as I hang belly down, still being pumped full of the slurry, overwhelmed by the bliss my bunny girl is giving me.

I know the bunnies love us because they make sure we always feel sexy and aroused, and as they load Sunny and I on another rolling rack they are gentle and stroke our bums gently.

Rolling now down another corridor to another room still retching and cumming, I feel the heat on my face before I see the glowing braziers. This is it. This is our final stop this side of oblivion.

Lifted carefully and eased down on the yokes I feel the immense heat bathe my body; my round belly, my nipples and tits, and as I am turned, my bum and back is washed with the heat rising from below as well.

Turning on my spit, the pressure of it is constantly changing in my core, like I'm being spit-fucked all over again. I feel my skin grow slick with sweat. I feel my nipples dry in the heat and crisp, my round belly firming as steam escapes past the rod in my pussy. The passing heat sears my clit to a cinder that makes me wiggle.

My orgasm soon lessens, not fading, but moving deeper inside me, gathering around my spit like a coiled snake, making my insides squirm and tremble.

Soon I will not feel anything. Soon I will pay in full for my year of pampering. Soon I will be splayed on one of the tables in the feast hall, the long spit slid out of my core, then cut open, my flesh cut from my body and eaten. Soon a girl just beginning her year of pampering will eat my flesh and know she will be where I am in one year.

When that girl's bunny plays with her after the feast I hope her belly is full of my flesh as she cums and cums and cums thinking of me.

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