Overflowing with Gold and Semen
Ahh, my belly full of semen... The world had flipped upside down. Blood rushed to my head. My skull throbbed.
But that wasn't what mattered.
"Ah... aaah......"
My thighs were locked in some grotesque restraint device, splayed wide to either side. And smack in the middle—the most shameful spot of all. A cold metal funnel was jammed deep into my pussy hole, stuffed to bursting with gold coins.
"St-stop... please... I was wrong... pleeease......"
I was saying things I didn't need to. There was no reason for them to listen to me.
But I said them anyway... because it was the only way. The only way out of this hell.
"Hah... hah... hngh......"
A moan leaked from my lips thanks to the stimulation from the gold coins packed inside my pussy. They clinked and shifted with every twitch of my body, the heavy, cold weight pressing relentlessly against my womb.
"What a beautiful and utterly vulgar sight. It suits you perfectly, Saintess."
Irene ascended the platform with elegant steps. The click of her high heels echoed in my ears.
She beamed down at me—hanging upside down, panting like a beast. "Come now, gentlemen. Everyone, gather close. Our Saintess is fully prepared to welcome you all."
Men in masks swarmed around the platform. I could feel their breathing grow ragged. Dozens of eyes bored into my spread legs and the golden funnel plugged into my pussy.
"Gods... is it really stuffed full of gold coins in there?"
"Up close, it's even more grotesque."
"And yet she looks like she's enjoying it?"
"Is that really the Saintess we knew? Filthy bitch."
"How are you feeling, Saintess? Your guests are singing your praises. Doesn't it feel good?"
Irene tapped my belly lightly, clearly pleased with their reactions. The coins inside jingled like screams, unleashing an unbearable wave of stimulation.
"Hngh-eek!"
"A natural-born whore. She gets off from the slightest touch."
Irene flashed a devilish smile.
"Now, gentlemen. Time to give our Saintess a new kind of pleasure."
The crowd fell silent in an instant.
"A woman's true happiness comes from receiving a man's seed and conceiving life, doesn't it? So I want you all to teach the Saintess the joy of childbirth."
The men coughed awkwardly in unison at her words. Their hands drifted toward their crotches. Terror seized me; I shook my head frantically.
"Please... please stop... it's enough already... pleeease... pleeeaase......"
Irene ignored my desperate pleas and beckoned the men forward. "No need to be shy. Come on up and give the Saintess her joy."
"Yes!"
"Yesss!"
At her signal, the men leaped onto the platform, surrounding me.
"You know the drill. Time to prepare your seeds. Pants off, everyone."
"Y-yes... Your Majesty!"
"R-right away!"
They fumbled with their belts, dropping their pants in a frenzy. Legs thick with coarse hair crowded around me.
"Begin."
"Y-yes!"
Dozens of men encircled me, starting their group masturbation. "Hngh-eup!" "Hah...!" The grotesque sight of them gripping and stroking their cocks while staring at me. Pat-pat-pat-pat! The slapping of palms against inner thighs filled the hall. Every time that revolting sound drilled into my ears, a chilling despair froze my brain.
"Stop... please... don't... ugh... hngh-hngh!"
I knew begging was pointless. But it was all I could do. I had to try, even if the odds were 0.0001%.
"Kuhuhu... the Saintess throws quite the tantrum."
"She knows exactly how to handle men."
My pleas failed utterly. If anything, my screams only fueled them, making their strokes more frantic.
"Ahfoo!! I never knew the Saintess's voice could get me this hard!!"
"Huu!! This ain't no joke!! How long's it been since my dick stood up like this?!"
Their ragged breaths quickened. "The Saintess must be a born whore. Just her voice alone has these guests all riled up."
Irene trailed her fingers down my thigh, cackling. "Beg more. Scream louder. That's what'll make your guests happy."
Her laughter rang like hell's bells. Pat-pat-pat. Pat-pat-pat. As the moment approached when their semen would pour through the funnel into my pussy, panic clawed at me. No. I hate it. Absolutely hate it. I don't want to get pregnant by these filthy bastards. I don't want to bear some unknown brat. What now? How do I escape this?
"You know, these gold coins might block the seed from reaching her womb."
Squeeze! Irene suddenly pressed hard on my lower belly. My mind, plotting an escape, flashed white.
"Haaaaah-euuut!!!!"
Jing-le! Cling-clang!!
In my upside-down position, my pussy muscles clenched—and coins slipped past the funnel's edges, tumbling to the floor.
"Ooooh!!"
"Money's pouring out!! From the Saintess's holy hole!!"
The men cheered madly at the bizarre sight of coins spilling from my body.
The stimulation was immense. The inner pressure was bad enough, but the sensation of something slipping out, scraping my entrance... that was unbearable.
"Hnghaaaah haaaaaah!!!!"
I won't say it feels good. I won't pretend it does.
But my body was honest. It twisted and writhed as my juices gushed from my pussy in spurts.
"The Saintess is savoring the taste of money!"
"Money feels good, doesn't it?"
"Saintess, I'll make sure you taste it every day from now on! Heh heh."
I want to die. Just die.
Humiliating... but it feels good? What kind of cognitive dissonance is this?
"I-I'm cumming...! I'll fill the Saintess's belly with my seed!" Splurt!!
Hot, sticky fluid poured into the funnel's mouth. I felt foreign semen flowing deep inside me through the metal. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst!!!
"Nooo! It feels gross...!"
The slimy liquid sliding along my mucous membranes. The filthy stuff seeping into my womb.
Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst. Worst!!!!!!!!
Utterly the worst!!
"Me too! Me too!"
"Today I'll make your belly burst with my cum!"
One man broke the dam, and the others followed suit, ejaculating en masse.
Spluuuurt! Splurt!! The funnel overflowed, unable to contain the flood. Semen spilled out over the edges. Drip drip.
Hot liquid trailed down my belly. Upside down, it flowed to my chest... my neck... my face.
"Ugh-uuuugh!"
The fishy stench hit my lips. It seeped into my eyes, my nose—their cock slime everywhere.
"Waaah, incredible! The Saintess is covered head to toe in white. Truly a holy sight, isn't it?"
Irene's mocking praise rang out. The men turned my body into a target, competing to splatter me.
Liquid splashed onto the bells on my breasts, producing dull thuds. No more clear chimes—just pathetic, sticky jingles.
"Hah... haaa......"
My lower belly felt heavy. Not horse cum this time... real human semen that could impregnate me.
"Hoho, perfect. The Saintess's hole is overflowing with blessed seed!"
Semen sloshed full inside my pussy, spilling out like jelly with every sway, trickling down my belly. Its warmth twisted through my guts.
"Aaah... no... nooo......"
I squeezed my eyes shut. But even through my lids, I felt their traces pouring endlessly.
If I'm fertile... I'll get pregnant. No way I won't with this much.
No. Bear these filthy bastards' kids? Live as their broodmare?
"No... nooooo......"
Tears welled up. But the sticky semen glued them to my eyelids.
"It hurts... it huuuurts......"
My eyes stung. But I couldn't even rub them. Stripped of the simplest actions, I wasn't human anymore.
Just a semen receptacle for those men.
"Hah... hngh-hngh... hngh-hngh......"
"Hohoho! Why the tears, Saintess? On such a joyous day!"
Irene reveled in it. From her view, this was perfect revenge. To her, Saintess Elise was just a fraud playing holy. The scam artist who'd cost her her parents.
Irene had exposed Elise's con to the world. Dragged the Saintess from her throne and turned her into a cum dump for men's lust. Even I had to admit it was flawless revenge. The problem was, I was the target.
The deepest pit of hell. I sensed I'd finally reached it.
