Veins of Filth: Kira’s Broken Awakening
In the dim haze of a rain-lashed mountain cabin, four women lounged across plush furs strewn over a king-sized bed that dominated the loft. Flickering firelight danced on sweat-glistened skin, the air thick with the musk of recent romps—salty tang of cum mingled with pine smoke and the faint, earthy promise of what’s to come. Kira, the lithe brunette with curves that begged for bruises, sipped her whiskey neat, her green eyes glassy from the buzz. Around her: Lila, the raven-haired vixen running her underground filth empire online; Tessa, the silver-streaked cougar whose laugh cut like a whip; and Jade, the voluptuous redhead producer with a cock that strained her silk robe, always hidden until the screams started.
“Spill it, Kira,” Lila purred, trailing a finger down Kira’s thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’ve been teasing us all night about that farm bitch vet who cracked you open. Make it hurt to hear.” 🔥
Kira shivered, not from cold—the fire roared—but from the memory clawing up her throat. The others leaned in, robes slipping, tits heaving with anticipation. Jade stroked her bulge slowly, the wet schlick echoing like a promise.
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Chapter 1: Whiskey Confessions in the Storm
Thunder rattled the cabin windows, but inside, heat built like a fever. Kira set her glass down, the clink sharp against the wood. She’d come here with these twisted sisters after Lila’s latest scat shoot blew up online—extreme lesbian scat domination searches spiking overnight. No vanilla bullshit; they craved the raw, the repulsive, the kind that left stains on your soul.
“Alright, you filthy bitches,” Kira started, voice husky from screams earlier. She’d already eaten Tessa’s ass clean after the older woman pissed down her throat during foreplay. Now, story time. “Picture this: me at sixteen, all legs and tits starting to swell on our dusty vineyard. Mom’s vineyard, I mean—rows of grapes stretching under that endless summer sun, air heavy with fermenting fruit and horse shit from the stables. Dad bolted years back, left her grinding alone. She was tough, leather-skinned from toil, but her heart? Fucked. Needed valve surgery, routine they said. Leaves me and my runt sister Mia alone with the herd check-up looming.”
Lila grinned, pinching Kira’s nipple hard enough to draw a yelp. “New vet, right? The dyke bull who wrecked you?”
“Dr. Ravenna,” Kira breathed, eyes distant. “Rolls up at dusk in a mud-caked truck, looking like she crawled out of a ditch. Baggy flannel over curves you could sense, short crop of black hair, face like a model’s gone feral—piercing blue eyes, full lips smirking like she owned your holes already. Smelled like diesel and unwashed cunt from the cab.”
Tessa chuckled low, sliding a hand between her thighs, fingers dipping into her own slick folds. The squelch was obscene. “Bet you cooked her dinner, naive little grape girl.”
Kira nodded, licking her lips. “Yeah. Mia conked out early—fragile thing, always was since birth complications shrank her lungs. I show Ravenna the pens, her boots squelching in manure. Dinner’s stew, thick with venison and herbs, steam rising like lust. She devours it, eyes locked on my tank top clinging from sweat. ‘Call me Rae,’ she says, voice gravel and honey. Then bedtime. Storm like tonight brewing outside.”
But Kira paused, heart pounding. She’d added her own twist tonight—no straight retell. First, a taste. She grabbed Jade’s robe, yanking it open. That thick she-cock sprang free, veined and drooling pre. “Suck demo,” Kira growled, shoving Jade’s hips forward.
The group dove in. Lila latched onto Jade’s balls, slurping noisily, tongue laving the wrinkled sack tasting of salt and musk. Tessa force-fed Kira the head, gagging her deep till tears streamed, throat bulging. Spit ropes dangled, plopping hot on thighs. Jade groaned, “Fuck, yeah, like Rae’s meat.”
They broke apart gasping, faces smeared. Kira wiped her chin. “That was just the appetizer.”
Chapter 2: Midnight Invasion
Sleep shattered like glass. Kira bolted up at 2 AM, lungs burning—something jammed her mouth, leather strap bitter against teeth. Ravenna’s face loomed, twisted in sadistic glee, her breath a hot blast of whiskey and decay fanning Kira’s cheeks. Fingers twisted in Kira’s ponytail, yanking her from bed like a ragdoll. Naked feet scrambled on cold oak floors, dragged to the master suite where moth-eaten quilts waited.
Thrown face-down, ass up. She bucked; Ravenna pinned her with knees like anvils on shoulder blades, wrists crushed in iron grip. “Listen up, vineyard whore,” Ravenna hissed, spit flecking Kira’s ear, warm and sticky. “Gonna need that teen tongue soon. Scream, and my pal Loni pays your sis a visit. She’ll rip that tiny twat raw. Got it?”
Kira nodded frantic, gag yanked free. Gasping air sweet as salvation. Then, eyes adjusted—Loni perched on the vanity stool, legs splayed under a pencil skirt. Tall as sin, tits like overripe melons straining satin blouse, lips painted blood-red curling smug. One hand vanished under fabric, rhythmic wet slaps betraying her fist-fuck.
Ravenna stripped layers—flannel shed, tee underneath crusty yellow with pit stains, reek hitting like a slap: sour sweat, stale smoke. She mauled Kira’s sleep shirt off, exposing budding C-cups, pink nipples hardening in fear-chill. “Arms up, bitch.” Kira obeyed. Unshaven pits—faint fuzz—drew sneer. Ravenna hawked a fat loogie, splattering cheek. “Hairy pig. *Ptoo!* Ugly. *Ptoo!* Now see perfection.”
Blouse ripped away. Massive udders sagged free, brown saucers puffy. Pits smooth-shaven, glistening oil-slick under firelight lamp. She mashed Kira’s nose in left one—drowning in pungent brine, armpit funk like rotten cheese and vinegar. “Lick it spotless, slut.” Kira’s tongue darted tentative, salty film coating tastebuds, gagging reflex twitching. Ravenna ground harder, nipple tweaks turning vicious, yanking flesh till purple welts bloomed.
“Deeper! Tongue fuck that pit!” Kira complied, face buried, slurping greedily to end torment, lips kissing sweat-matted skin dry. Switched pits—same ritual, same degradation. Ravenna’s hips humped air, grinding against Kira’s belly, pubes scraping like steel wool.
Back in the cabin, Lila mirrored the tale. “Like this?” She hoisted Kira up, smothering her in mature pits unshaven wild, wiry hairs tickling nostrils. Kira dove in, moaning into the bush, tongue scooping tangy drips while Tessa fisted Jade’s cock slow. Rain lashed harder outside, syncing with slurps.
Kira surfaced gasping. “But that was foreplay. Real hell came next.”
Chapter 3: Cunt Altar of Shame 💋
Ravenna straddled Kira’s chest, thighs like tree trunks clamping ribs, breath stolen. Crotch descended—a swamp of neglect. Labia dangled like smoked meat, dark purple flapping, clit swollen thumb-thick. Unwashed week? Try month—stench invaded: fish rot, piss crust, underlying shit-whiff from poor wipe.
“Inhale my ripe gash, toilet girl.” Fingers pried meat curtains, hole winking dilated, cream ropes stretching. Ravenna scooped goo, smearing Kira’s lips. “First taste, freebie.” Kira clamped mouth; failed. Fingers jammed nostrils—breathe or suffocate. Inhaled the funk, retching silent.
Loni wheeled closer, skirt hiked. No panties—massive strap? No, real deal: nine-inch veiny monster, girthy as wrist, balls pendulous shaved smooth. “Eyes on this, kid. Disobey, it reams your sis’s virgin shithole.”
Ravenna fisted herself now, knuckles-deep plunges sloshing audible, farts bubbling out wet—brassy hornets in Kira’s face. Fingers emerged slimed chocolate-brown. “Suck.” Kira’s jaws parted; digits invaded, bitter cocoa-earth exploding palate, flecks crunching teeth. Gagged, swallowed clumps, bile rising.
“Good latrine.” Hand withdrew, fisting twat harder. Loni jerked in sync, pre beading cockhead glistening. Ravenna’s thighs quivered—orgasm hit. Squirt? No—hot turd crowned, inching from anus puffed rosebud. “Catch it.” Kira’s mouth forced open; log tumbled soft-serve, filling cheeks, steaming earthy-loam, corn flecks visible. “Chew and swallow, farm slut.”
Tears streamed. Kira mashed teeth, paste smearing gums—acrid, gritty. Gulped mass down, throat convulsing. Ravenna laughed, grinding turd-smeared ass on face. “Lap the rest.”
Cut to cabin frenzy. Jade’s cock replaced Ravenna’s gift—Kira deepthroated furious, Lila shitting a coil onto Tessa’s tongue nearby, group devouring filth symphony. Grunts, chews, splatters. “More history,” Jade begged around mouthfuls.
Kira spat Jade’s load, grinning feral. “They weren’t done breaking me.”
Chapter 4: Fisting the Abyss 🔥
Night blurred into depravity marathon. Ravenna flipped Kira ass-up, cheeks spread wide. Virgin rosebud winked terrified. “Pucker kisses first.” Tongue probed, rimming insistent—musky sweat, faint shit residue. Kira bucked; Loni slapped ass crimson. “Hold still.”
Three fingers breached pussy—no lube but Ravenna’s spit and Kira’s fear-juices. Stretched burning, then four, thumb tucked—whole fist rotating. Gush squirted, soaking sheets piss-yellow. “Now the dirt road.” Fist withdrew pussy-glazed, aimed pucker. Popped knuckle-first—agony bloom. Intestines churned gripped, Ravenna punching deep, elbow crooked out.
“Shit yourself on my arm.” Kira did—hot rush coating forearm creamy brown, splurting farts bubbly. Ravenna pulled jackhammering, scat-flinging arcs. Loni mounted Kira’s back, cock spearing throat reverse, balls smacking chin. Double penetrated orifices stretched obscene.
Hours? Climaxes wracked Kira unwilling—body betrayed, squirting arcs as Ravenna’s fist milked g-spot twisted. Loni flooded gut cum-thick ropes, bloating belly. They swapped: Loni fisted shit-smeared holes, Ravenna throat-fucked balls-deep, pubes grinding nose in swamp.
Dawn crept; they hosed Kira garden hose-cold, scrubbed barn rough. “Weekly ritual now,” Ravenna warned. “Or Mia eats dick.”
Cabin echoed this—Jade’s fist disappearing in Kira’s ass, elbow-deep, shit logs tumbling free for Lila and Tessa to devour. “Tastes like origin sin,” Tessa moaned, lips chocolate-smeared. Kira came howling, storm peaking fury.
Chapter 5: Twisted Bonds Formed
Backstory flooded forward. Weeks bled—Ravenna’s visits “vet checks” turned nightly rape-fests. Kira hooked, craving degradation. Stole scat porn on mom’s old laptop, mirroring acts: self-fisting with carrots from vines, smearing grape-stained turds on mirrors, tasting own filth mirror.
Mia suspected, but Kira protected fierce—ate Loni’s loads solo to spare sis. Obsession bloomed: hardcore scat lesbian abuse fantasies owned her nights. Mom returned weak; Kira nursed by day, fisted by night shadow.
Ravenna mentored twisted: “You’re my shit-pig now. Film it.” First clip—Kira squatting vineyard furrow, birthing massive log, Ravenna pissing hose on it, stomping mush boot for Kira lick-off. Uploaded dark web; views exploded.
In cabin, revelations peaked orgy. Lila scissored Kira shit-slick, clits grinding turd-paste. Tessa rimmed Jade’s ass mid-thrust, cock pounding Lila daisy-chain. Cum-shit cocktails swapped mouths, gurgles wet.
“That vet made me,” Kira gasped mid-orgasm, body convulsing wave. “Your star now.”
Chapter 6: Eternal Filth Legacy 💦
Storm broke dawn-gold filtering cracks. Bodies tangled wrecked—floors crusted brown smears, air reeking eternal latrine bliss. Kira traced Lila’s tits lazy. “Years later, tracked Ravenna. She’s retired, runs farm-slut stable. Invited us?”
Lila smirked. “Next shoot. Full crew, extreme scat orgy domination live stream.”
Jade’s cock twitched revival. Tessa belched cum-scented burp. “Round two?”
They piled anew, holes gaping welcoming. Kira at center—fists, cocks, turds raining. Pleasure raw, no end. Broken awakening complete, vines of filth binding forever.
Sun rose indifferent; their sun set in depraved glow. 🔥 💋
