Cassandra and Flynn - The Last Bloodline

Thirty minutes after Flynn finished giving Rose the second greatest orgasm she'd ever had, he finished giving her her greatest, forehead to forehead, pure worship in their eyes as he grunted his teeth clenched and she warbled up wild laughter, writhing under him. Her ankles were locked over his ass and she was pulling him in as deep as she could get him, uterus completely filled, and his grunts finally quieted to panting for the last seven squeezes of his taint, balls flexing hard against him. Then they both shook with little hitches as the afterglow roared all over them and his eyes rolled up for a second. She pulled his face in to hers and they kissed for the next minute to seal the holiness between them. She had over a pint of fresh, hot semen inside her.

He broke the kiss and purred, "Congratulations! Mom!"

She burst into tears and kissed him again, sucking his tongue to his throat, then slurped away and mumbled, "Fucking thank you so much! I love you so fucking much!"

"I love you, too!" He was surprised to realize that he meant every word of that. He was in love with her and the other six women he had impregnated, Sarah, Sam, Lisa, Nikky, Alicia, and Deborah. He was extremely in love with Cassandra. "I'm gonna pull out. You ready?"

"Are you?" She grinned and squeezed as tight as she could and he gasped up a quivering smile, and whimpered up higher, higher as he pulled out with a long sucking slurp. He gave her nipples a nice teething bath, stuffed as much of her huge boobs in as he could and kneaded them with both hands. Then stood back and his cock popped out and sprang straight up to his abs, glistening with her cum. His balls started descending, still as big as oranges.

"Here we go, Rose!" said the Asian, and slid a strap-on up her legs, eased it in and cinched the straps, then flicked it on and Rose closed her eyes and lay back.

"Thanks, babe!"

"You bet!" Then she turned up to Flynn and smiled. "I'm Joan!" She stood about 5'6".

He grinned a slow blink and bowed. "Nice to meet you, Joan! Are you next?"

"No, no! I wish! I'm sixty-third. You thirsty?"

He sighed, "Oh, yes! Very!"

"Stay here. I'll bring you some gatorade." She started padding off to the back.

"I could use some food, too!"

She turned. "Sure! The kitchen can cook anything! And I mean anything! We're like a miniature New Orleans here! Name it!"

He shrugged. "Uh...philly cheesesteak and some fries!"

She smiled. "You got it, honey!" and walked off. Deborah and Cassandra, who was now naked, passed her walking toward Flynn. Cassandra carried a two-gallon glass punchbowl.

"Okay!" she sang. "His cum's been inside her long enough! Time to see just how much there is!" Everyone crowded around and a chuckling purr went up among them. She set the bowl under Deborah, who took her vibrator out, slid it down, kicked it away, squatted and relaxed her pussy. The whole room erupted in a flurry of whispers and moans. Thick, creamy semen as viscous as yogurt and as white as mayonnaise poured out of her in gushes as she flexed again and again, her balloon of a belly squeezing in at the sides.

"Holy fucking fuck!" she yelped brightly, her smiling teeth gaping wide open, and many women joined her in saying more or less the same thing as she filled the bowl. Cum gushed from her for one minute and forty-four seconds and slowly her washboard abs became visible, flexing it out of her. A woman with very long, blonde hair, who had yet to introduce herself to Flynn, walked up, grabbed his shoulder, he turned, and she pulled him down into a pussy-flavored French kiss, moaning down his throat. He recognized her as the same blonde who had brought a frying pan down on a man's balls back in prison, as Anna had walked him past that room. He felt her hands squeeze his asscheeks and give them a delicious nail-tickling massage.

Then she broke the kiss and said, "Kaitlyn! I'm fourth after Anna!" Then she turned his head back to Deborah, squeezing the last gush of his cum into the bowl, and it slopped right up to the rim, swirled with her pussy juice. It almost had an iridescent rainbow quality in the dim lamplight. "That's fucking sexy!" Kaitlyn snarled, stood behind him and kneaded his ass nice and deep, rolling her fists into the sides. He moaned and his legs shivered. "That's fucking hot! Isn't that sexy?! Oh, my God, babe!"

"Two fucking gallons!!!" Cassandra and Deborah both squealed and the room erupted into cheers and clapping, bright, merry laughter. The bartenders came hurrying with platters full of empty glasses of all sizes, shotglasses, whiskey tumblers, coffee cups, beer steins, and started passing them out. Cassandra carefully hefted the bowl up and held it for everyone to dip their glass in and Flynn was now surrounded by over a hundred beautiful women all chugging his cum with clucking throat groans, clotted, airy smacks, their throats rolling down and up in huge waves, cum streaming from their chins. Sarah and Sam curled their arms around each other and drank until bottoms up.

His cock had no intention of going soft. Joan returned with two thirty-two ounce gatorades for him, ice cold, and he thanked her and drank both. "Alright, gang!" Cassandra called. "Drink all you want! But Flynn's taking a quick dinner break! Who's next?!"

"I am!" a voice came and she turned. Anna was holding up her hand with a wide grin just on this side of the bare floor where the men in cages watched and waited with expressions of clear despair. That meant they still hoped for the best. Flynn waved to her. Bare naked, five feet nine inches, with tits bigger and heavier than Cassandra's, thick, wavy red hair, bangs fluffed high, down to a perfectly round ass that could pull a train.

Just then a brunette emerged from the curtains with two trays. She walked over to the tuxedoed teenager locked in the farthest cage, head down, a small bowl beneath him filled with blood. She set one tray on a stool behind him, then came forward through the crowd with Flynn's cheesesteak and fries.

He ate dinner quickly, with half of another bottle of gatorade, and then Anna, smiling ear to ear, beckoned him with her finger. He walked between all the furniture and she climbed into a full bed on her knees, raised her ass and said, "Doggy! And I love it fast and deep!"

He smiled and climbed on behind her. "Wait!" Cassandra said, and she climbed on under Anna, on her back and pulled herself by Anna's thighs under her pussy. "Flynn and I are gonna tagteam you, honey! Make you cum so hard you go fucking insane from it!"

"Fuck yeah," she purred and looked back with a wink. "Go ahead!"

He set his knees, kneaded his hands into her cheeks and plunged in. "Holy sh--!!" he growled and laughed up a groan as he pushed as hard as could to go deeper. Anna whimpered higher, louder, shuddered her mouth into a gaping grin, tongue lolled out, eyes crossed, and Cassandra went to work on the front of her clit while Flynn's cock gave the back of it the most loving hug it had ever felt. "Fuck me! We could start a fucking fire in there!" he snarled and shoved fourteen inches in, mashed against her cervix and her eyes rolled up. Drool slimed to the mattress between Cassandra's knees. Anna was cumming too hard to eat her out. All she could do was writhe against them. Cassandra held her steady by her thighs and Flynn held her hips, pounding fourteen inches in and out three times a second while Cassandra sucked and teethed her clit, sucked her labia, sucked his shaft and his swinging balls bopped her eyes with every thrust.

Cassandra slurped away long enough to say, "Her lips are shivering!! I've never been able to make her do that!! This is the hardest orgasm she's ever had!!"

He growled through his teeth, "Well, it'll be a nice long time before I cum again so let's see how long we can keep her going!!"

"Fuck yeah!! Our record is forty-six minutes!! Let's fucking do it!!"

By far the most glorious feeling he had yet experienced in this room was right now, plowing open a pussy every bit as tight as Cassandra's and knowing full well he wouldn't be able to cum for quite a while.

Sam and Sarah led Mary, the high schooler, past them with lusty, grinning moans as they gave Anna the greatest orgasm in the history of the human species. They took Mary to the back of the room where the woman who had brought the two trays of food from the kitchen took a red, plastic basket with a sheet of wax paper in it from the tray behind Mary's prom date. She looked up and asked, "What's his name? He won't tell me."

Mary said, "Allen Turner."

"Allen?" the woman asked. He wouldn't look up. He just hung his head straight down at the bowl of blood. Sam yanked him up by his hair and he wept at them with huge, reddened hazel brown eyes, great fat tears welled up in them, his cheeks sheeted with them, his mouth quivering. They had taken his entire world from him. "Open your mouth!" she said with a bit of a growl.

He sniffed. He started panting. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was too seized up with grief. He shook his head.

She widened her eyes and nodded. "You've got plenty of body parts we can still cut off, babe!"

He swallowed a whimper and slowly opened his mouth. She stuck a fork into the basket and brought before his eyes one of his balls, cut open lengthwise, breaded and deep-fried to a golden brown. He looked at it, shut his mouth and wept fresh tears down his cheeks, sniffling and whimpering up high like a little girl. She chuckled and said, "Eat it!"

He shook his head and finally managed a word, "Pppplease!" Barely more than a whining whisper.

"You eat both of them and we'll let you go! No jail! No courtroom!"

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. She stuffed it in and said, "Close!" He did and the fork sang back out between his teeth. "Chew it up really well. Don't swallow till I say!"

He started chewing and they could hear crispiness. He winced, his nose scrunched, and he nearly spat. He beheld each of them in turn, all smiling at him, even Mary. He chewed for fifteen seconds and she said, "Okay, swallow."

He took another breath and heaved forward with as strong a gulp as he could. It went down and stayed down. He wept silently up at them and the fork came into view again. He opened his mouth and she stuffed his other ball in. He closed it and started chewing. Fifteen seconds later he had consumed his own manhood.

"How did they taste, babe?" she asked, and they all started giggling.

He belched and groaned as he tasted them again. Then he glared through his tears at them and said, "Fuck you!"

"Oh, we're going to!" She was ready for him to say that. "Attempted rape? I mean, thank God they stopped you and saved her!" Then she turned to Mary and said, "Do you wanna rape him?"

She frowned. "Huh? What--"

"A dildo up his ass!"

She shook her head.

"No problem! Well, you're welcome to stay and watch!" Then she turned back to Allen and said, "Eighteen years old! Trying to lose your virginity by force! Well, you're about to lose your anal virginity, babe! How does eighteen different women sound?"

He moaned up, "Nnnoo!! Nnnnoooo!! Nnnoooo!!!" stuttering and mumbling only that word as she walked behind and yanked his pants off. She left his tuxedo coat and shirt on, and spun around to the shelf behind the cages, brought back a strap-on over a foot long and three inches thick, slid it up her legs and adjusted it. There was no dildo for her, just a clit bulp. She flicked it on and purred up with it, set it at his asshole and said, "No fucking lube, bitch!" and shoved it all the way in as hard as she could.

He howled up at the ceiling, desperate, panting wails and thrashed wildly against his shackles but they held him fast as she slammed it in and out of him as fast as possible, gritting her teeth, and Allen Turner, would-be rapist and runner-up Prom King only two hours earlier screamed like a bottle rocket that would never die as a giant vibrating dildo stretched him wide open all the way to his transverse colon.

Mary shuddered up a giddy giggle. Sam and Sarah turned with grins to her. "Sure you don't wanna be one of the lucky eighteen?" Sam asked.

She nodded and blushed.

"You want someone to take you home?"

She nodded.

"Alright, Cassandra will be okay with me borrowing her car. Let me go ask." She walked back to Flynn and Cassandra fucking and sucking Anna and as she was about to ask, Anna's silent drooling grin yelped up into a maniacal laughing scream as desperate as Allen's coming from the back.

"She's cumming!!" Cassandra yelled. "She's cumming!! Pull out! Pull out!" Flynn yanked out with a loud pop and they both held her steady as pussy juice sprayed like a firehose all over Cassandra for the next twenty seconds. Anna's screaming shut off and her abs flexed hard as stone, her ass undulating in Flynn's grip, her inner thighs rippling, her labia roiling open and shut. Cassandra put her hands in the hot spray of lady cum, and when Anna was finished she writhed down into a panting moan.

"Fuck yes!" Flynn snarled. "Let's see how many more times we can make her do that!!"

"Fucking A! Get back in there!!" Cassandra purred and he pounded it back in to her cervix. Then he felt Cassandra's hands grip his sack behind his swinging balls and give it an oily, squeezing, twisting massage and his eyes rolled up, his mouth fell open wide.

"Holy fucking Jesus!!" he said to the ceiling. "Holy fuck, babe! Yes!! Keep it up!!"

"Cassandra, do you mind if I borrow your car real quick and take this girl home? She wants to leave."

They heard her suck off Anna's clit and pant, "Yeah, sure! No problem!" Then the sucking slurps resumed. Anna just grinned agape at the ceiling, eyes crossed, body bouncing as Flynn gave her fourteen inches five times a second, their juicy, bucking hip smacks resounding around the room. Allen screamed ragged and raucous from the back and just then the woman fucking him buried the dildo and shook hard all over, moaning through her teeth. Her feet shivered on her toes and pussy juice splattered beneath him.

"Fucking take that shit, bitch!" she said through a clotted grumble. Then she yanked it out, dripping blood and called, "Who wants to be next?!"

One of the bartenders raised her hand and said, "Me! I do!" Allen started sobbing loud heaves of sorrow and pain at the floor, lolling his head around.

"Get over here and pound him hard, Kayla!" she panted, and Kayla walked around behind him, slipped the dildo up and on and shoved it right back into his ass. He barked up a strident shriek and she purred in his ear, "Seventeen to go, fucker!"

"PLEASE!!! PLEASE!! I'M SORRY!!! I'M SO SORRY!!!" But Allen Turner was about to discover just how truly merciless the women in the Guild were. She grabbed his shoulders to steady him and fucked him as hard and fast as she could, and he stopped screaming with each thrust long enough to vomit his balls onto the floor.

Sam led Mary to the double doors, but Mary stopped and said, "You know? Um..." Her voice wavered.

"Yeah?"

Mary's lips slowly spread into a little flirty grin. She still wore braces. "Maybe I'll stay a while."

Sam chuckled and said, "You are abslutely welcome to stay as long as you like, babe! Don't you have parents?"

She shook her head. "No, a legal guardian, and she's a piece of shit. She doesn't give a fuck if I come back tonight."

She put her arm around her shoulders and said, "Well, come on andI'll introduce you! You hungry?"

Deborah padded towering over from the beds with the black man who had been eating her out when they first walked in. His hands were cuffed behind him and he stood about five feet ten inches, muscular but slim, no more than one hundred fifty pounds. She dwarfed him in height and muscle mass and led him by his balls in her right hand toward the cages.

"I promised you a nice blow job, John! And you'll get it when I'm done!" She waved several women over. The one who had just raped Allen Turner wrapped her arm around John's throat from behind and chuckled a moan in his ear, "I'm Misty!" The other bartender and one other woman came over, knelt to the floor and held his knees wide apart.

Deborah grabbed him by both shoulders and snarled, "But first! I'm gonna beat the shit out of your fucking balls!!"

He whimpered weakly, "Please! No!! No!!"

"One hundred knees to the nuts, babe!!" She chuckled and his eyes flew wide as she drew her right leg back and pistoned it up as hard as she could into his crotch. He barked a shriek at the ceiling, shut his eyes and Misty licked his tears from his left cheek. Again and again Deborah pounded her knee up into his balls, popping him two inches off the floor with every one, meaty smacks punctuating his and Allen Turner's desperate, screeching wails. The room had become the same cacophony of howls it had sounded like when Madeleine first opened the door.

At the tenth knee, John's wailing shut off and Deborah stepped out of the way as he retched hard forward and another woman whirled with a pirouette before him and he puked a loud yowling dribble into a trash can. After eight slimy dry heaves of stomach acid his whimpering mewls started up and the woman with the trash can whirled out of the way, Deborah returned before him and her full-force knees resumed. "Thirteen!" she growled. "Fourteen! Fifteen!" By the twentieth, his barking shrieks had become the same desperate banshee screeching bellowing out of Allen, who was being raped by a third woman. Both he and John grimaced wide, gaping agony at the ceiling.

Kayla, his second rapist, had sauntered over to the twelve men in cages, who all beheld the gruesome spectacle with horrified awe. Most of them were in their early twenties. The oldest looked to be in his mid-thirties. "On that note!" she panted, and then called out to several women with their backs to the cages, watching Flynn and Cassandra fuck Anna, "I think it's time we took their manhood, ladies!!" Flynn was holding Anna up high by her hips and she was flexed tight, spraying pussy juice into Cassandra's mouth. Most of the women not taking part in torturing the prisoners of war were fucking each other's brains out. Every bed, every futon, recliner, sofa and chair was in use.

Many of the women Kayla called to turned, grinned and walked over. The men all started moaning up various pleas. "Please!! Please don't do this!!" one of them begged.

"You're all guilty of sedition!!" Kayla snapped. "This is happening!! Enjoy, bitches!!" She squatted under the man farthest on the left as Deborah looked at them, kneeing John for the fiftieth time. He wasn't squawking like a parrot on fire anymore. Allen was. Now John was panting out fast, raging howls in a full chest-voiced bass register and his howls were no longer in time to her knees. The two women holding his knees were rolling their eyes at the ceiling, slackened smiles open wide and cum was splattering the floor between their squatting feet.

Kayla snatched the caged man's balls in both hands, kicked her feet out behind him and now his balls bore all one hundred and thirty-five pounds of her body weight. He growled his eyes clenched at the ceiling, louder, louder as she swung back and forth under him, and then he panted rapid falsetto yelps in a manic trembling flutter as he felt his spermatic cords stretching, the tunicas slowly ripping open in spirals around them.

The man next to him watched with dismay until a woman strode before him and he met her eyes in horror. She grinned her bright teeth at him like a wolf in heat and snarled, "I'm just gonna squeeze them till they pop, kid!" Then she got on her knees and before he could beg she wrapped a ball up in each palm and squeezed for all she was worth, forearms rippling. He burbled up a weak, bleating mewl, and then panted his mouth wide, howling fast and high.

The man next to him retched forward and puked hard as he felt thumbs fishing the guts of his balls out from his tunicas.

The next man yiped as a knife sliced over each of his nuts and fingers popped his bluish white balls out of his sack. The woman doing it came around before him with a blow torch, squeezed it on and widened her eyes at him, then disappeared behind him and he screamed the highest, purest blasting bellow of anguish at the ceiling that anyone had yet heard in the room, bucking and thrashing so hard his cage was thumping the floor. She was searing his exposed testicles all around, under them, over his epididymises, roasting them black.

The next man's eyes flew wide and he couldn't scream. He gasped in a weak, whimpering whine as his balls were smashed fast between two bricks. They popped like tomatoes and he flexed growling forward and puked into a waiting trash can. Women everywhere were laughing, squealing, cheering, applauding.

Deborah snarled, "One hundred!" slammed her knee into John's balls one last time and sent him a foot off the floor. They all let him go and he gasped into a coughing gag, his howling shut off, and he curled into the fetal position in mid-air, crashed on his right side and flopped wildly over and over, hands cradling balls that had swollen to the size of apricots, clamped between his knees. His grimace drew wide across his face and he squinted through tears at nothing in particular as he writhed in rocking shivers at their feet. They all laughed brightly and high-fived.

One by one, down the line, hopes and dreams, pride and joy were ripped off, cooked, crushed, fileted, sliced off, until weeks from now there would be only one male bloodline left in the Guild. And as manhoods were stripped away and sobbing sorrow rang up around the room, that one bloodline was helping to create life inside Anna, pumping twenty ounces of it balls-deep straight into her uterus. She had calmed from her glorious pinnacle to a delicious, roaring scorch, looking back with both arms up. Flynn was holding them and fucking the last three inches of his cock full force in and out of her cervix.

"Give me every fucking drop, gorgeous!" she purred, then hung her head over Cassandra's pussy and yelped hard shudders with every thrust, head flopping her red hair draped over the mattress. Cassandra rolled her fingertips around in his taint and he grunted through clenched teeth for another twenty-four seconds. Then his urethra stopped flexing, his balls gave one last hefting squeeze and slowly lowered over Cassandra's eyes. She sucked off Anna's clit and Anna whimpered from soprano quivering down to alto, Flynn let her hands go and they fell limp to her sides, and her thrashes writhed out with flopping squirms as she slid forward face-first down to the headboard.

Flynn sighed and kneaded his hands around in her cheeks for a moment, then slowly pulled out and his cock fell limp between his thighs. Joan, standing behind him, was quick to shove a vibrator inside her and patted her ass. Flynn strode off the bed and staggered over, put his hand on Anna's neck and said, "Anna? You okay?"

She swallowed and croaked up, "Ffffucking love you, Ffflynn!" and she whimpered out a moaning laugh as her afterglow raged on.

She felt his breath on her ear. "I love you, too!" he rumbled as low as he could.

Cassandra patted Joan's leg and when she looked down, she saw Cassandra's cheeks were chipmunked. She stooped and Cassandra shared a huge mouthful of pussy juice with her, both of them gulping, smacking, sucking each other's lips.

The four of them gradually became aware that there was no more screaming in the room. Only low, bellowing sobs from thirteen men who desperately wanted their balls back. But except for Allen, who hung limp in his cage with a steel dog dish filling with blood under his ass, all twenty-four of their balls were in a red, plastic basket being carried merrily through the black drapes beyond the bar.

"Don't try to get up just yet, okay?" Flynn purred. "You just came non-stop for forty-eight minutes!"

"New personal record!" Cassandra moaned, took Joan's hand, and slowly slid out from under Anna.

"How was it?" he asked with a grin. Anna's face was buried in the mattress, surrounded by her wild hair. She suddenly shook all over and he quickly climbed in, wormed his way under her, and hugged her face to his throat. She wept laughter in rolling heaves as he stroked her sweaty back. "Shh. Shhhh...let it all out, honey." His voice rang delectably sonorous into her chest. Her nipples felt like pencil erasers. "Hey," he called and Cassandra and Joan turned. Most of the women behind them were still watching in gaping awe at how long the two of them had made Anna cum. "I'm not Superman, uh..."

"Could've fooled us!" Joan said with a smile. Everyone laughed.

"I could do with about eight hours, you know."

"No problem," Cassandra said, "you earned it!" Then she said to the room, "I mean, we all knew this was going to take weeks! What time is it?"

"Eleven ten," someone said.

"Yeah, let's...uh...let's let Flynn call it for the evening. You'll all get your turn. He'll probably have a quart of cum ready for...who's fourth?"

"I am!" Kaitlyn said.

"Cool. Well, you might wanna get some sleep, too! He's gonna fuck you till you cum yourself insane in the morning!" Everyone moaned. Chuckling lust went up among them.

"I wanna sleep with you," Anna sighed voicelessly.

"You got it, honey!" She looked up and beheld his preposterously beautiful face, huge, hazel brown eyes, fluffy brown hair still parted perfectly, fluffed up high, scruffy brown goatee. He hadn't even broken a sweat. Her mouth seized over into a grimace. He cupped her ass and pulled her up to him, and they kissed for the next three minutes. Then he sucked away and said, "You're a mother now!"

She smiled her eyes closed and slowly laid her head to his right pec. His heart put her to sleep in that instant. Joan and Cassandra started pulling the blanket up over them and tucked them in. Cassandra kissed Flynn and gave him a delicious trapezius massage. "This'll be a full body massage tomorrow morning!" she purred. "How does a nice, big, western omelette sound?"

"Hohhh, fuck yes! Perfect! I could use some gatorade."

"You bet, babe!" Joan said and walked off.

"Tomorrow," Cassandra said as she worked his neck and his eyes rolled up white as he lay back on the pillow, "they're bringing a convoy of buses from ADX Florence. Hundreds of prisoners, some prisoners of war, some just civilians. They're gonna be guilty of everything from drug possession to murder. Anyone guilty of anything worse than grand theft auto will not leave this building with his balls attached. But they're all going upstairs for that. You can go up and take a look around if you're interested. It's a huge shower and sex dungeon about three times the size of this room. Lots of sex games are gonna be going on up there! The kind where two or more men compete. The ones who lose really fucking lose, if you know what I mean!"

"Mm-hmm."

"All you have to do is stay down here and fuck! You get hungry? They'll cook you anything you want! If you have to stop to piss or shit, no problem!"

"The latter probably, but I'm not going to have to piss, I figure. You know I just pumped probably over a pint of cum inside her? That's after I did the very same thing to Rose?"

She grinned. "Yeah?"

"I don't think that was the gatorade. I believe I'm literally drinking lady cum and my balls and prostate and whatever are converting it into my cum."

"Holy fuck! That is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard!"

Joan appeared with an orange gatorade and he chugged it, then belched. "Yeah, see I don't have to piss at all."

"Close your eyes and get some rest."

As they walked off he lolled his head right and gazed at the men hanging limp in their cages, most mercifully unconscious. Three women were rearranging sex toys and torture devices on the shelf behind them. About a dozen were getting drinks at the bar. He could hear sizzling coming from behind the drapes. Anna sighed up a sleeping moan and reached her left arm higher around him. He slowly closed and opened his eyes to the blurry sight of women all around him fucking and sucking each other unconscious. It had never stopped since he had been in here. Then he closed his eyes and their moaning put him to sleep.