The Spoils of War

The four men looked to each other, each one obviously stifling a laugh, their faces contorted in an effort to maintain a vaguely straight expression. Upon looking back at Melody's face, each one burst out into a fit of laughter, finding her expression positively hilarious. They seemed to be unable to breathe, their perception of the situation rendering them unable to.
"Hah! Her face! It's hilarious!"
"Ooh, look at me, I'm a little slut who's going to lose her virginity to her master in front of a crowd!"
"Shes still got cum dripping out of her arse! Look, it's all over the floor!"

Their morals were practically non-existent – and that was pretty much the reason they had been hired. They had no objection to Melody being used as a sex slave – in fact, they had encouraged it, egged on Arthur at every available opportunity. They had reserved places in the party tomorrow – reserved places on Melody, that is, She was being treated like an object, and they were equally as enthralled by this notion as Arthur was. They loved their job, and had been assured that one day, maybe they could help in gangraping Melody, assisting Arthur in further breaking Melody's mind. They were no more than brutes in uniforms.
 
Melody clenched her fists as they laughed. "FUCK YOU,YOU BASTARDS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She fought against her restraints. Not caring about the consequences that were sure to come. She wanted them to know she still had fire running through her veins. She wanted to rip their heads off and cut them to tiny little pieces. She despised the old men who still allowed this to happen.
 
The four men looked to each other once again, their faces trying to hide their amusement even less. They burst out laughing, even more than before, their laughs echoing off the walls. They were finding this display positively hilarious, and it was something that they would likely talk about and guffaw about, over a nice cold flagon of beer. The three men had a similar mindset to Arthur – and this meant that Melody would be nothing but a tool for them in the future, even if she was just an object for them to guard at this point in time.

"You have fun here. Someone will come down and give you dinner. How does a bowl of diced meat sound?"
Laughing at her plight, and that she was being treated as nothing more than a dog, the three guards sauntered out, laughing as they did so. The vicious, malevolent look on Arthur's face returned, though there was a certain darkness to it, a certain streak that seemed all the more malicious than ever before.
"You spoke," Arthur said, his tone matching his expression, "And not in dog. You know what that means. You've lost your lubrication privileges for the rest of the day, and if I feel like it, all of tomorrow. Oh, you're going to love that party. All those men, filling all your slutty holes… Have fun."
And, with that, Arthur also walked out, laughing.
 
Melody looked up at Arthur who looked beyond pissed. Hearing her punishment she rolled her eyes and watched him walk out. She laid there still as a corpse. She could hear the guards laughing down the hallway. This made her mad and she fought against her restraints which didn't help. She laid her cheek against the cold concrete floor. She couldn't believe this was only the second day. She knew she wouldn't be able to last the whole year. Two small tears rolled down her cheeks as she slowly drifted out of consciousness.
 
Some cooked meat cubes had been sloppily prepared for Melody, with something resembling gravy splashed over it for 'flavour.'It was meal that an animal would likely have second thoughts about eating, and for dinner no less. However, the meat was likely better than the vegetables that had likely been tossed on as an afterthought, something to vaguely balance out Melody's diet. However, upon reaching the cell, Arthur shook his head, seeing that the girl was unconscious.
"And after I came all the way down here… Oh well. I'll just leave them out for her."
And so he did – a bowl of food and a bowl of water, just within reaching distance for Melody, so even though she was restrained, she could stretch out, eat and drink. Well, lap up the water, to be precise.

Arthur left, to eat is own spread - and then sleep. He had quite the cushy life, and was willing to rub it in Melody's face - later.
 
Melody awoke to the smell of meat. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a bowl of meat that looked very unpalatable. She was starving though. She inched up to the bowl and grabbed one small piece of meat. She spat out the disgusting slop and lapped up the water to take the taste out of her mouth. She groaned and was surprised to not wake up to Frost yelling at her.
 
(Agreed time skip to time of party)

"Gentlemen, if I can have your attention please!"
Arthur stood on stage, though was hidden behind a screen, only his silhouette visible. His voice boomed across the hall, the one he had hired out for the unofficial celebration – everybody knew what it entailed. In fact, for most of the men milling about the area, it was the only reason they had come. The crowd was innumerable – and Arthur had not bothered to keep track of how many invitations he had sent out. However, it was safe to say that they were all eager to use Melody for their own gains, and Arthur was eager to see how she reacted to all the men inside her.

The screen was pulled away partially, to reveal Melody, in the doggy position. Numerous shackles, each one bolted to the floor, kept her shins to the floor, while her forearms had received a similar treatment. Her mouth was kept open with a ball gag, her eyes blindfolded. Arthur had kept to his word about the lack of lubrication, but he figured he would stretch out Melody's ordeal, by having the men go one at a time. Gangbanging could wait. However, he was still going to take her virginity on stage, in front of an audience, humiliating her further.
"Tonight, I present to you… My new fuck slave! And, for this night – though possibly not only this night, she will be yours to screw, for absolutely free! One orgasm per person, though – after you've let your fluids out, get back in line. You're not the only one who wants to fuck this bitch. And remember – no use of the vagina. That's my hole – and I'm going to claim it!"
And, with that, a stark-naked Arthur Frost plunged his erect penis into Melody, breaking her hymen without mercy.
 
Ana was shaking violently. She was so scared. Not being able to see made it even worse. She heard Arthur's booming voice and winced away. And when he slammed into her virgin pussy her eyes snapped open and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her legs were shaking, and she could feel the blood running down her legs. She whimpered in pain. It hurt so badly. Tears poured down her cheeks and she balled her fist and curled her toes. Melody cried out loudly in pain. Her whole body was aching. She could have sworn her was ripping her apart.
 
"And with this, let the games begin!"
Pulling out before cumming, Arthur retreated to a prime viewing spot, swilling a flagon of ale about as he observed the first man stagger up to Melody, lust as evident in him as it was in everyone else. He was a respectful guest – at least, to Arthur. So, despite his incoherent grumbling, he decided to use her mouth, to stifle her cries. His trousers were quickly put to one side, along with his underwear, though the two were hidden behind a screen. Some sort of privacy was to be maintained, a rule of thumb for this kind of thing.

The vaguely-inebriated partygoer pushed his average-sized penis into Melody's mouth, one forced open by a ring gag. He used her mouth as a hole to pound with reckless abandon, arousing him to no end, his wish to ravish a young lady finally a reality. He didn't need her to lick, he didn't need her to suck – he was fine with just ramming into her mouth, pounding her face, his testicles slapping furiously against her chin. Eventually, he came into her mouth, and managed to eke the rest out into her mouth, from his now-limp member. The next man was called in, and he did the same. There was no consistent pattern in which hole was to be used, be it her arse or her mouth. Some came on her, some came in her. What was consistent, however, was how rancid she was beginning to smell – not surprising, given just how many men had been with her. And the line hadn't even gone down by a quarter.
 
Ana whimpered and moved her head back as the first man walked to her. He was not as large as Arthur but she could tell he hadn't bathed in days. The stench from him was in her mouth too. When he came it was awful. She let most of it drip out. Many men had come and gone used her body in what way they please and came in her or somewhere on her shaking frame. She was already tired when the next man approached. He decided to use her ass and was surprising small. He couldn't keep it inside. It kept slipping out. He gave up and used her mouth. She could taste her insides and the multiple flavors of cum from the men before. She wished she could die. This treatment was unsanitary and cruel.
 
Another man came into the area, and pulled out his member. And, though Melody had no way of seeing it, she would certainly feel it. The man was huge – longer than Arthur, and thicker too. As per the instructions, he applied lubrication to Melody, a bit more generously than the other patrons. He knew he'd need to, even if she had loosened up considerably. Taking his penis, he pushed the tip to the entrance to her, and pushed forwards. It took a little work, but he managed to wedge himself into her, and began pumping. Slowly, at first, but his thrusts became more fervent as he kept on.

It would have been horrendous for Melody – a man of his size, power and stamina, thrusting into her with no regards to her safety, or how she felt. He felt fantastic – all that pent-up rage, being thrust into Melody, in a hole so many others had made use of that night. This was pretty much cementing everyone's opinions of her – that she was nothing more than a mere cum bucket, to be utilised for the sole purpose they saw her as having – to be a walking cum receptacle, to take men into her holes and pleasure them. Eventually, her current user reached his limit – pumping an inhuman amount of his seed into her, far more than any man had that night, even more than Arthur had when he saved up. He had so much, he had to pull out and put it into her mouth to for a few seconds, wanting to get as much in her as possible, as opposed to on her.
 
Melody was breathing hard as she heard the next man walk up to where she was. His foot steps were quite heavy and confident. She could hear him unzip his trousers and apply lubrication. She was unsure what to think but braced herself. As his tip prodded her entrance the pain was immediate. He was huge. Moving further into her made her cry out in severe pain. He was the biggest she had ever felt. Even larger than Arthur. She screamed out and whimpered loudly with every increased thrust. She knew Arthur had to be enjoying watching her suffer. And suffering she was. She bit her lip and prayed he would be done soon. A few moments later he came..but there was so much her bottom couldn't hold it all. As he walked to her front she could feel it seeping out already. There was even more that was released into her forced open mouth. She was panting hard and could feel her knees weakening. She couldn't hold herself up any longer.
 
This treatment of Melody continued on for a good few hours, with the refreshments at various points in the line combined with the amount of men and boys making use of her, making for quite the spectacle. All those men, pumping every drop of their seed into Melody or onto her, their penises pounding her mouth and arse relentlessly, with no regard to her health, consciousness or wellbeing in the slightest. But this was just what her master wanted. As much as he wanted to pound her himself, he found himself in a greater state of euphoria watching Melody in so much pin and being humiliated so much, by so many men. He absolutely loved it – he only wished that humans had more stamina, so that the treatment could continue for even longer.

However, eventually, the patrons still had to leave. And though it took a while, the last one hauled himself exhaustedly out of the door, bidding farewell to Arthur. Once the door was locked and it was just the two of them, Arthur walked over to Melody, wearing a pair of waterproofed gloveswhile he handled her. There were countless litres of sperm on and in her, he wasn't touching that with his own hands. Confident that she wouldn't be able to move much, he took off her gag, and her blindfold as well. Holding a mirror up to her, so she could see the state of her face, he spoke to her – like she was an animal, of course.
"So, how was that, my little fuck slave? Did you enjoy all those dicks? I bet you did, you little slut."
 
Melody felt disgusting as she laid with her cheek laid against the wooden stage. When all the men had left she whined in a dog like voice in pain. Hearing Arthur's footsteps draw closer she shrunk back as if he was going to strike her. Instead he removed the gag and blindfold. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. She wanted to go to wherever she would call home for the rest of the year. She whined in a dog voiced again. She wanted to clean up. She smelled rank and her current state was not a healthy one. She tried to lean forward and rub her head against his leg. When he leaned down to show her what she looked like she stared blankly at the reflection.
 
Stepping back and recoiling slightly at Melody attempting to rub her head against his leg, Arthur knelt down, and spoke as close to her face as he dared. He didn't fancy being covered in countless other people's sperm – he was, however, delighted to see Melody in such a state.
"I'm not letting you come back just yet. I'm going to go home and sleep, while leaving you here. When I come back, I'll lead your cum-soaked fuckrag of a body back, showing everyone just how much of a slut you are. I won't touch you for now, because you're filthy and you stink of cum and… other things. Get some sleep – you'll need it."

With that, Arthur stood abruptly up, whistling to himself as he meandered off. The bonds were tight, and secure at that. There was no way someone in her condition was going to escape, not without help. Unfortunately for her, help would be nowhere for her. Even if somebody walked in, they were more likely to spit on her, or have a quick fuck before scarpering. He was making sure her existence was miserable, and he thought he was doing a pretty good job. After all, this wasn't even a week – she would have to endure a year of this torture, and e would love every second of it.
 
Melody's eyes got large as she shook her head. "No! Please! Don't leave me here!" She said forgetting she was not to speak. She shrunk back and braced herself for a slap or maybe even a kick. She needed to use the bathroom, badly. She slowly raised her eyes to look at him. She was begging through her eyes. She was so tired and sore from the beating her body went through. Tears began to trickle down her flushed red cheeks.
 
"And there go your lubrication privileges for tomorrow. You really are brainless, aren't you? Whores like you generally are. Maybe they literally fucked your brains out… Oh well. You'll learn soon enough."
Seeming to pause for thought mid-step, he seemed to come to a sudden realisation. He dashed back to behind a curtain, fumbling around with various objects, before pulling out key and a bucket. "I was wondering where I put these. You can use the bucket for… whatever you need to do. Now, you be a good girl, or I'll keep you in there even longer."
And, with that, the bucket was placed under Melody's spread legs, and Arthur paced out.

He whistled a tune as he waltzed merrily down the street, twirling an umbrella about as he moved steadily onwards, thinking on how Melody must have been feeling when he walked out. He thought about how she would react if she realised he wasn't coming back until he'd gotten some sleep, and given that he didn't have any duties for the time being, he felt he could sleep in. He didn't care that she was in such misery – in fact, it made him quite happy to know that she was in such pain, and in such misery. He had felt like kicking her, but deemed it a waste of his energy.
 
Melody ignored the comment and watched as he disappeared behind a curtain and brought back a metal bucket. When he was gone she pushed herself up are high as she could and released what her exhausted body had held in for so long. When she was done she lowered herself back down to the stage floor. The grumbling of her stomach made her feel even worse. Having not eaten the sloppily prepared meat she had been offered she was starving. With there being very little fat on her body as it was there was nothing for her body to burn for food. She was also parched. Melody sighed and tried to think about something other needing food.
 
The hours of rest went by quite uneventfully, at least, for Arthur. He had gone home, slept, and awoken to a hearty breakfast worthy of a champion. However, one problem still remained – his raging boner. Morning wood, that refused to stay down. And, he knew just the person to solve that problem with. And, if anything was still going to plan, she was still bound to the stage in the doggy position. He chuckled to himself as he packed her some form of balanced meal, with lukewarm water. Not exactly grade-a cuisine, but it was a cut above what she usually got. But, as usual, it wouldn't be for free. Oh no, she'd have to do something for him first.

He arrived at the empty hall, wielding a bucket of water and a rag on a stick. The champion strode in, not caring if Melody had woken up yet or not, and rammed the stick into her arse, cleaning her insides, the bucket of water there to rinse it. After all, If he was going to use her as an anal slave as well as an everything-else-slave, he'd have to keep her clean. Although, he decided he'd keep her covered in cum for a little while longer. Not for any particular reason, he just thought it'd be humiliating for her if she had to walk around covered in sperm for a while.
 
Melody had been awake for a few hours when Arthur came bounding into the auditorium. She looked confused and scared. The stick he wielded look strange. Shoving it into her arse was painful. She whined loudly in a dog voice. She looked back at him and questioned what he was doing. She looked in front of her and saw what looked like edible food. She leaned forward in attempt to get a bite. Her stomach had almost kept her awake all night. Just as she was an inch away Arthur pulled her back to her original position.
 
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