...ed to want to break things up. And why should they? They couldn’t see that I was being raped, and if I cried out, they would not understand me. A moment later, Machamp reinforced the illusion that I was a consenting partner, whispering “Macham-p” in my ear. With all rebelliousness long since fucked out of me, I turned my head and french-kissed him, putting on a show like he wanted. Sure enough, they cheered louder, and somebody even started clapping.
Actually, the exhibitionism didn’t bother me all that much at the moment. At first, the humiliation of being shown to the world as a cock-hungry bitch had terrified me, but at the moment the pain in my pussy made all such social concerns unimportant. His cocks were fairly large, and with two inside me, I was stretched to the point of tearing. I wondered briefly whether he would stop fucking me is my pussy actually tore, but quickly dismissed the thought. It was too sickening to consider. The stretching felt almost like I was giving birth, and I was happy that I wasn’t compatible with Machamp. Otherwise, I’d risk finding out whether the comparison had been true. Rhydon was a different story, though… he could make me pregnant. But he hadn’t cum in my pussy yet, and if I could only avoid that, I was safe from that at least.
I was pulled from those hazy thought when Machamp erupted violently inside me. Although his dicks were a tight fit, their shapes left plenty of r...