[* 3rd Person POV *]
The clone could do nothing but hang there in mid-air, gaping ass repeatedly and ruthlessly impaled on the thick strap-on, massive breasts flattened and shaking hard against the cold, peeling concrete, broken continuous sounds of overwhelmed pleasure and pure humiliation spilling from her open mouth as the Chuunin woman used every ounce of her strength and every humiliating, creative angle she could invent to thoroughly and methodically wreck the soft, hyper-feminine body she had claimed for herself.
And the clone loved every single second of it with complete, shameless sincerity.
Every vicious upward thrust that forced the thick artificial cock even deeper into her stretched hole, every sharp open-handed slap that sent fresh, visible waves of jiggle rolling through her wall-crushed tits, every low, contemptuous word breathed directly against her ear only fed the deep, bottomless, hungry masochistic core that had taken complete and irreversible root inside the borrowed legendary body.
Soft, breathless, completely sincere self-degradation began to spill from her lips between the broken, high-pitched, continuous moans, the words tumbling out in an almost worshipful, grateful stream that grew more detailed and more desperate with every punishing impact.
"I'm just a soft useless sow… my fat ass exists only to be wrecked by superior women… thank you for using your worthless toy so roughly… my holes are only good for this… please be even rougher with me… I don't deserve even a second of gentleness…"
"My heavy tits are just handles for you to hurt and slap… thank you, thank you for treating me like the furniture I am… my body is only meat for you to use… please keep wrecking your soft sow…"
The Chuunin woman's cold eyes lit with fresh, delighted, almost affectionate sadistic pleasure at the unending stream of voluntary, detailed humiliation. She answered the desperate, breathless request without the slightest hesitation or mercy. Her thrusts grew even harder, shorter, and more precisely punishing, pile-driving the thick artificial cock upward with brutal, focused force while gravity itself forced the clone's heavy, soft, exaggerated body down onto every last inch again and again.
She alternated with perfect cruelty between savage open-handed slaps across the sides and soft undersides of the hanging, wall-crushed breasts and tight, bruising, possessive squeezes that made the soft overfull flesh bulge, spill, and redden between her strong fingers. The clone's self-degrading commentary only grew more frantic, more explicit, and more sincerely grateful the rougher and more inventive the treatment became. Her massive tits shook, reddened, bounced, and flattened against the rough concrete as she thanked her user in broken gasps for every single impact, every sharp slap, every deep, pile-driving stroke that rearranged her insides.
Outside in the torchlit clearing the remaining clones fared no better and in many creative ways far more ridiculously.
The men had taken the sudden appearance of multiple identical, fully nude, already-marked, still-trembling, and still-plugged blonds as an open and joyful invitation to treat them like living props, furniture, and game pieces in the most creative, drawn-out, and openly comical ways their collective imagination could invent. One clone found herself forced onto all fours in the exact center of a laughing group while two men casually used the soft, warm, slightly trembling plane of her back as a literal dining table.
They carefully set their metal cups and rough wooden plates directly onto the skin between her shoulder blades and ordered her in calm, almost polite voices to stay perfectly still or face immediate and creative punishment. Every time the residual vibrating and still-spiked plugs still buried deep inside both of her holes forced an involuntary tremor through her body the cups rattled, liquid spilled, and she earned sharp, immediate, alternating spanks across both thick, jiggling asscheeks that made her heavy hanging tits swing wildly beneath her in opposite, almost comical directions, much to the table-users' continued amusement.
Another clone was bent firmly and carefully over a low wooden crate so that her massive, soft breasts hung down heavily on either side of the wood like a pair of overfilled, warm saddlebags. The men took turns using the deep, soft, warm cleavage as a convenient rest, pillow, and sliding sleeve for their cocks, pushing the thick shafts between the yielding mounds and thrusting with lazy, conversational rhythm while they stood around in a casual circle discussing the day's events, the weather, the quality of the evening's sake, and tomorrow's patrol schedule as if she were nothing more than convenient, slightly warm, occasionally moaning furniture that happened to jiggle when used with a bit more force.
A third clone had been positioned flat on her back in the cold mud with her thick, soft thighs forced wide apart and held open by simple rope tied to nearby stakes. Two different men simply sat down with full weight on the soft, yielding undersides of her spread legs as if they were the most comfortable and perfectly shaped armchairs in the entire camp, bouncing their weight experimentally whenever she squirmed from the internal plugs and laughing openly and loudly every time her oversized breasts jiggled, swayed, and slapped together from the motion.
They even raised their cups in her direction in repeated mock toasts whenever a particularly strong, plug-forced tremor ran through her soft body, cheering the "furniture" for its service.
One especially inventive and increasingly drunk group had tied a clone's wrists and ankles securely to a low, sturdy wooden frame so that her body formed a perfect, arched human bridge, ass raised high, back curved, and massive breasts hanging heavily toward the ground.
They then proceeded to play an increasingly chaotic and loud drinking game that involved bouncing small, smooth river stones off the soft, upturned, still-jiggling shelf of her thick ass. The rule was simple and strictly enforced: whoever managed to make a stone stay balanced on the constantly moving flesh for a full three seconds earned the right to deliver one free, hard, open-handed slap to whichever heavy, hanging tit was closest to them at that moment.
The clone's continuous, helpless, plug-driven jiggling made the game almost impossible and therefore endlessly entertaining for everyone involved; stones flew in every direction, laughter rose in waves, and both of her breasts quickly reddened and bounced under the accumulating playful, drunken punishment.
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