Whatever is happening in the pic happens to you, except you are

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>>4672591
I'm down to be gangbanged

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Forgot to link to the last thread
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>>4672594
das gey

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>>4672588
>no fucking stories
>OP can't even phrase it properly, since it's "whatever happens in the pic below you, happens to you. and you're the girl!"
Disgusting. Anyways:

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>the last thing you remember is taking a sip from a public water fountain after some suspicious-looking guy was loitering by it
Now you're awake, but you feel so strange! You feel different... You look down and notice your new feminine parts... and... you're riding someone... and they're really fucking you hard!
This man... who is he? He looks familiar, was he the man by the fountain? Weren't you trying to... wait... what were you doing before that, again? You can't really remember, all you feel is his thick cock sliding in and out of your new, tight pussy! He feels so good, too. Instinctively you squeeze your legs and pant... your boyfriend grunts in approval.
Wait, he's not your boyfriend! He's just some... guy! Who is he? And what are you doing with him?
>AH~
A particularly forceful thrust breaks your concentration. Your boyfriend really likes fucking you, huh? His face is tensing up, and you feel your pussy getting really warm... are you going to cum? You moan and your boyfriend smiles. No, he's not your boyfriend... he's your... master! There we go, now you know who he is. You feel your old self drifting away... and you continue to moan loudly...
"M-Master," you finally let out. "I'm... g-gonna cum!"
"Good girl!" he grunts, grabbing your hips. You feel an extremely pleasurable sensation as you orgasm, and soon you feel your master's own climax as thick, wet ropes of cum jet inside of your womb.
You love your master!

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Lust is one of the seven sins, and to break one is punished very harshly in heaven, typically with a fitting punishment. You were caught up in young love, and in the heat of the moment, you took things too far. God knows all and sees all, and you were foolish for thinking you could get away with it.

Wings torn from your angelic body, you and your lover have been cast into the second circle of Hell, lust. He was lucky enough to not be of use to your male demon captors. You, on the other hand, aren't so lucky. Blinded, wingless, and cursed with an angels lifespan, see a hopeless eternity of being used as a cumrag for demons that could crush your tiny body in one hand. In the rare moments of respite, when you aren't being filled gallons of semen in every hole by penises that would tear any mortal human apart, you pray for forgiveness and beg that heaven will take you back. You're prayers go answered.

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Need a new wardrobe? Raise the taxes!
Want to host a better ball than the baroness you dispise? Raise the taxes!
Tired of the gold leaf fresco in your dining hall and decide to replace it with another? Raise the taxes!
They started this morning, and all throughout the day you could see them ransacking your estate whilst they filled you over and over again with their filthy peasant seed. You're tired, your legs and jaw are numb, but at least you still have a roof over your head-
...and now they've set it ablaze. Great.