...felt somehow erotic, and I suddenly found myself on the brink of cumming. Although it would be only the second time I tried it, I felt that I was already getting addicted to it. That maybe I would soon engage in these filthy, humiliating and painful acts voluntarily, just to experience that blinding pleasure once again.
My prayers stilled, and my screams of pain turned to mewls of pleasure as it hit me. I saw stars, like when Machamp had hit me, and felt like I almost blacked out. The pleasure flooded over me, and I was happily drowning in it. While it happened, my body responded eagerly to the two rapists that had so totally encased me between their hard bodies. Gaining leverage on Rhydon’s chest, I pushed myself down on their hard rods, enjoying even the pain in my ass as the orgasm turned everything to pleasure. When I came down, a few minutes later, and realized what I had done, I felt more humiliated than ever before. For the first time, I had actually helped them to abuse my body, and I knew within myself that I had not done it out of fear or anything else… I simply wanted them to do it so that I could experience the effects it had on me.
A few seconds later, Rhydon’s drill stopped, and I knew that I could only pray for luck. His fertile sperm shot into my womb...