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The living room had been cleared of furniture except for the plush rug in the center, where she lay naked and waiting, her body glistening with oil that caught the afternoon light. Her breasts—heavy, pendulous, the nipples dark and erect—sagged slightly to the sides, the weight of them creating deep cleavage even while she was on her back. Her legs were spread obscenely, knees bent, both holes on full display, pink and glistening and trained to take whatever was offered.

JK sat naked on the leather couch, his cock half-hard against his thigh, phone in hand recording everything. His father, Mr. Jeon, sat fully dressed on the adjacent sofa, legs crossed, a glass of scotch in his hand, watching with the calm predatory interest of a man who had seen every possible degradation and still found new ways to be entertained.

The four college boys entered—athletes by the look of them, broad-shouldered and desperate, their eyes immediately locking onto her exposed body. They stripped quickly, revealing cocks that were already rigid and angry-looking, thick veins pulsing along the shafts.

"Holy fucking shit," the first one breathed, approaching her, his cock bobbing with each step. "Look at these tits."

"Grab them," JK instructed from the couch, zooming in with his camera. "Tell me what you think."

The boy didn't hesitate. He fell to his knees beside her, both hands mauling her breasts, lifting the heavy weight, letting them drop back down to watch them bounce. "Fucking hell," he laughed, pinching her nipples cruelly. "These are like goddamn melons. How big are these?"

"Double Ds," Mr. Jeon answered from the sofa, taking a sip of his drink. "Maybe bigger now. We keep them swollen."

"Fuck," the second boy whistled, circling to her lower half, staring at her exposed cunt. "Look at this pussy. Already wet. She wants it, doesn't she?"

"She's desperate for it," JK confirmed, stroking himself slowly while he filmed. "Two years of training. She'll take anything you give her. Go ahead, taste her."

The second boy dropped to his stomach, shoving his face between her legs without ceremony, his tongue lapping roughly at her folds. She gasped, arching her back, which made her tits sway invitingly.

"Look at those nipples," the third boy commented, stroking himself as he watched. "Like fucking pencil erasers. Can I suck them?"

"Suck them, bite them, hurt them," JK encouraged, panning the camera from her face to her tits to the boy eating her out. "She likes it rough. Don't you, princess?"

"Yes," she whimpered, her voice already breaking. "Please..."

"Please what?" the fourth boy demanded, kneeling beside her head, his cock heavy against her cheek. "Beg for it properly."

"Please fuck me," she sobbed, tears already starting. "Please give me your cocks... I need my medicine..."

"Medicine," the first boy laughed, still playing with her tits, slapping them back and forth to watch them jiggle. "You hear that? She thinks cum is medicine."

"That's because it is," Mr. Jeon rumbled, adjusting himself through his trousers. "Keeps her healthy. Keeps her obedient. Go on, boys. Fill her prescriptions."

The first boy positioned himself between her legs, not bothering with foreplay, and drove into her cunt with a single brutal thrust. She screamed, the sound echoing off the high ceilings, her tits bouncing violently with the impact.

"Fuck, she's tight," he grunted, setting a punishing pace immediately. "Even after all this use, she's squeezing me like a vice."

"That's her training," JK commented, capturing the way her breasts swayed with each thrust. "She's been sleeping with plugs in both holes for two years. Look at that bounce. Zoom in on those tits."

The boy complied with the unspoken command, gripping her hips harder, his thrusts becoming animalistic, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room—thwack, thwack, thwack—wet and obscene.

"Look at this asshole," the second boy laughed, kneeling beside them, staring at her puckered entrance. "It's winking at me. Fucking begging for it."

"Go ahead," Mr. Jeon encouraged, leaning forward now, his eyes dark. "Stretch it out. She can take two at once. She's done it before."

The second boy didn't need more invitation. He lined himself up with her ass and pushed in, forcing his way past her resistance, filling her bowels with thick, hard cock until she was stuffed front and back, her holes stretched obscenely around their invasions.

"Jesus Christ," the third boy breathed, stroking himself faster. "Look at her. She's full. She's fucking full of cock."

"And she loves it," JK laughed, capturing her face on camera—the tears, the delirious smile, the way her mouth fell open in a silent scream. "Don't you, princess? You love being our little fuck-sleeve?"

"Yes," she gasped, the word broken by a particularly vicious thrust from below. "Yes... please... harder..."

"You heard her," Mr. Jeon commanded, his voice thick. "Harder. Make her feel it. Make her remember who owns these holes."

The boys complied, finding a rhythm that had them both slamming into her simultaneously, their cocks separated by only a thin membrane, feeling each other moving inside her body. She was stretched beyond belief, her stomach bulging slightly with the pressure, her tits swinging wildly with every impact.

"Those fucking tits," the fourth boy groaned, unable to wait any longer. He straddled her chest, squeezing her breasts together around his cock, fucking her cleavage with desperate, jerky thrusts. "Look at them wrap around me. Like they were made for this."

"They were," JK confirmed, stroking himself faster now, his own arousal building. "Everything on her was made for fucking. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her tits. She's a walking set of holes. Aren't you, princess?"

"Yes," she sobbed, spit dripping from her chin as the boy above her fucked her tits harder, the head of his cock hitting her chin with every thrust. "I'm just holes... I'm just a fuck-doll..."

"That's right," the first boy grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "Just a fuck-doll. Just a cum-dumpster. Fuck, I'm close. I'm gonna fill this cunt."

"Do it," JK commanded. "Fill her up. Make her take it."

The first boy slammed deep one final time, his hips stuttering as he released, hot and thick and endless, flooding her already slick passage until it overflowed, white cum leaking out around his shaft, dribbling down her ass crack. He pulled out, still spurting, painting her inner thighs with his seed, and immediately the second boy in her ass picked up the pace, chasing his own finish.

"Gonna fill this ass," he announced. "Gonna pump her full. You want that, slut? You want my load in your shitter?"

"Please," she begged, delirious. "Please fill me... I need it..."

He came with a roar, pressing deep, pulsing in her bowels, filling her with heat until she was so full of cum she couldn't contain it, the white fluid leaking out of her ass around his cock, obscene and filthy. He pulled out, leaving her gaping, dripping, and the fourth boy above her tits finished next, ropes of cum striping her face, her neck, coating her nipples until they were glazed and dripping.

"Look at that," Mr. Jeon breathed, finally setting down his drink, his own cock straining against his trousers. "Ruined. Absolutely ruined."

"Flip her," JK instructed, still filming, his voice thick with arousal. "I want to see the damage."

The boys complied, turning her over onto her stomach, her face pressed into the rug now, her ass in the air. Cum leaked from both holes, white and thick, her pussy and asshole red and swollen and gaping from the use.

"Jesus," the third boy laughed, who hadn't finished yet. "Look at this. She's leaking. She's fucking leaking cum like a broken faucet."

"Clean her up," JK commanded. "With your tongue. Then fuck her again."

The boy didn't hesitate, diving between her legs, his tongue lapping roughly at her used holes, tasting the cum of other men, cleaning her with desperate enthusiasm. She moaned into the rug, her body trembling, oversensitive and used.

"Look at those udders hang," Mr. Jeon commented, rising from the sofa now, approaching to inspect the damage. "Like a cow's. You milk her yet today?"

"Not yet," JK answered, capturing the way her tits swayed beneath her, heavy and full. "Go ahead. Show them how."

Mr. Jeon knelt beside her, gripping her breasts with both hands, squeezing cruelly, twisting the nipples until she cried out. Then he positioned himself at her mouth, his cock finally free, thick and angry and familiar.

"Open," he commanded. "Time for your medicine, little one."

She obeyed, mouth falling open, tongue out, and he pushed past her lips, gripping her hair to guide her rhythm. "Suck it," he grunted. "Suck Daddy's cock like a good girl. Show these boys how you take your medicine."

She complied, her throat working, her body limp and used and perfect. The third boy positioned himself behind her, driving into her cunt again, using the cum of the first boy as lube, his thrusts desperate and hard.

"Fuck, she's loose," he laughed. "Like fucking warm pudding. You boys really wrecked her."

"Wreck her more," JK encouraged, stroking himself faster, his own orgasm building. "I want to see her break."

The third boy complied, gripping her hips, his thrusts becoming violent, punishing, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. Mr. Jeon fucked her throat with the same brutal rhythm, using her airway like a cunt, both ends being used simultaneously, her body nothing but a vessel for their pleasure.

"Swallow," Mr. Jeon commanded, his hips stuttering. "Swallow it all, you filthy bitch."

He came with a roar, flooding her mouth, holding her head down until she had no choice but to take every drop, her throat working convulsively, her eyes watering. He pulled out, still spurting, painting her face with the last ropes of cum, and the third boy behind her finished next, slamming deep and holding, pumping her full of another load.

"Good girl," JK whispered, finally setting down the camera, approaching her destroyed body. He crouched down, gripping her chin, turning her face this way and that, inspecting the damage. Covered in cum—face, tits, cunt, ass—leaking from every hole, bruised and used and perfect.

"Tomorrow," he said softly, wiping cum from her cheek with his thumb and feeding it to her, "we'll find five. Maybe six. What do you say, princess?"

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice ruined, delirious and sincere. "Thank you for keeping me healthy."

JK laughed, delighted, and kissed her cum-stained lips. "Anything for you, my love. Anything at all."