MasukNinety-six hours. Sebastian had given us the gap on purpose. Not as rest—rest was no longer part of the design—but as a controlled tightening of the bond between my body and the men who now owned pieces of its schedule. The core permanent members would take me in private. Liam would take me in between. The larger machine would wait until I was soft and open and already leaking before it put me back on the platform for fifty. It began the first morning. I woke to Liam’s mouth between my legs. He licked me with long, thorough strokes, tongue flat and slow, collecting the faint residual slick from the night before. My cunt was still puffy, sensitive, the kind of sore that made every pass of his tongue feel exaggerated. He sucked gently on my clit, then pushed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it while his hands held my thighs open. The wet sounds were soft and intimate in the quiet suite. When I came it was with a trembling, almost reluctant moan, thighs trying to close around
Seventy-two hours did not mean rest. Sebastian kept the intervening days precise and purposeful. Short private sessions with the core permanent members—Rylan in the late morning, fucking me with those deep, rolling thrusts until I came around him and he filled me; Evander in the afternoon, sharper and more demanding, holding my wrists down while he drove into me; Cole in the evening, steady eye contact, long powerful strokes that left me shaking—ensured my body never fully closed. Liam took me between each of them, sometimes slow, sometimes with the edge of a man counting down to a larger number. By the time the main rotation arrived, I was already soft, slick, and faintly leaking from the day’s earlier use. 20:00. The main hall held forty-five men. The air was denser than before, warm with body heat and anticipation. Familiar faces dominated the group now—Rylan, Evander, Cole, and the other permanent additions stood among them with the quiet ownership of men who knew the schedul
The forty-eight hours passed in controlled increments. Sebastian kept the schedule tight enough that my body never fully settled. Short private sessions with the permanent additions—Rylan’s deep, unhurried thrusts in the late morning; Evander’s sharper, more demanding pace in the afternoon; Cole’s steady, eye-contact intensity in the early evening—ensured I stayed open and slick. Liam took me in between, sometimes slow and almost tender, sometimes with the raw edge of a man who knew the larger group was coming. By the time the main rotation approached, my cunt was already soft, used, and faintly leaking from the day’s earlier loads. 20:00. The main hall had been opened again for the larger number. Forty men. The air was warmer, denser, thick with the scent of skin and anticipation. Familiar faces mixed with the newer permanent members. Rylan, Evander, and Cole stood among them, already watching me with the ownership of men who knew they would be back tomorrow and the day after.
The thirty-six-hour gap was not empty. Sebastian made that clear the morning after the twenty-five-man rotation. A slim tablet was left on the bedside table with a short schedule: 09:00 – Recovery assessment 14:00 – Private session with permanent new members (Rylan, Evander, Cole) 20:00 – Optional observation / light use by senior residents Following evening – Full rotation, 32 men, four additional permanent candidates to be introduced Liam read it over my shoulder while his fingers moved absently between my legs, checking how swollen I still was. I was lying on my stomach, legs loosely open, the sheets beneath me already marked with the slow leak of everything I had taken the night before. His fingers came away shiny. “They’re not letting you close,” he said quietly. “Even on off days.” I didn’t answer. The truth was obvious in how easily his fingers slid back into me. 14:00. The three new permanent Daddies came to the suite. Rylan entered first—broad, quiet, already half-
The 18:00 rotation did not begin on the platform. Sebastian met us in the suite at 17:40 with three men I had never seen before. “These are permanent additions,” he said. “They’ll be in your regular rotation going forward. Today they get a private introduction before joining the larger group. Your partner stays.” Liam’s hand settled on the back of my neck. I was already naked beneath the short silk robe. The oil from earlier still made my inner thighs slick. The first new man stepped forward. His name was Rylan. Mid-thirties, broad-shouldered, quiet eyes that moved over me with slow assessment. He didn’t speak. He simply opened my robe, let it fall, and turned me to face the low dresser. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades until my cheek met the cool wood. Two thick fingers pushed into my cunt from behind, testing, spreading. The wet sound was immediate. He fingered me with deliberate pressure until my breath hitched, then replaced his fingers with his cock in one smooth
I slept in fragments. Every time I drifted off, my body jerked awake to the phantom sensation of being stretched open—another cock pushing into an already flooded hole, another pair of hands spreading me, another thick pulse of cum forced deeper. Liam slept pressed against my back, one arm locked around my waist, his palm splayed over my lower belly as if he could feel the residual fullness still inside me. At some point in the night he grew hard against my ass and pushed into me slowly from behind without a word. I was so slick and open that he sank in with almost no resistance. He fucked me in long, sleepy, possessive strokes until he came, adding one more load to the rest, then stayed buried inside me until we both fell under again. Morning arrived with staff. They cleaned me with warm cloths and careful hands while Liam watched from the chair. The oil returned—thin, slick, warming slightly on contact—spread between my legs and over my ass until the skin gleamed. My cunt was st
The night had officially crossed into dangerous, addictive territory, and I was loving every second of my own destruction. After filling my pussy with load after load, the men lifted my limp, cum-dripping body like I weighed nothing. My legs were shaky, thick rivers of mixed cum running freely d
I was shaking, teetering right on the edge of orgasm, when they finally decided to push me over. Ethan pulled out of my pussy suddenly, leaving me empty and whining. Mason withdrew from my throat, leaving me gasping and drooling like a broken toy. Before I could beg, they flipped me onto my b
I barely had time to catch my breath before they started rearranging me like the living sex doll I had become. Lucas pulled his thick cock out of my dripping pussy with a wet pop, leaving me clenching around nothing and whimpering for more. Noah stepped back, his long dick glistening with my thro
The second Noah’s long, curved cock slid past my glossy lips and hit the back of my throat, I knew tonight was going to break me in the most delicious way possible. I gagged instantly, throat convulsing around the thick invasion, but I forced myself to relax and take him deeper. Spit poured from







