Unsupervised Cabin - The Porch The screen door slammed behind them. Four men carried you out into the cool night air, your naked body already slick with sweat and the first loads they’d dumped down your throat inside. Your wrists were zip-tied to the thick wooden porch railing, bent forward at the waist, ass pushed out like an offering. The cabin lights spilled across the deck, illuminating every inch of your exposed holes. Beyond the railing, dark woods stretched forever. Anyone could be out there. Anyone could walk up the trail and see exactly what you had become. “Spread wider, whore.” A rough boot kicked your ankles apart. Your tits dangled over the railing. The first one didn’t wait. He stepped up, cock already rock-hard from watching the others use your mouth, and shoved straight into your dripping cunt. The wet slap of his hips hitting your ass echoed into the trees. You gasped, fingers clawing at the wood as he bottomed out in one brutal stroke. “Fuck, she’s tight,” he grunted. “Cabin’s new cum dump is already soaked.” The others laughed, circling you. Three more hard cocks were being stroked slowly, eyes locked on the way your pussy stretched around their friend’s thick shaft. Every thrust shoved your hips into the railing, the rough wood scraping your lower belly and grinding against your clit. The pressure built fast. “Deeper,” one of them ordered. “Make her feel it. She’s here for breeding.” The man behind you grabbed your hips and started pounding harder. Wet, filthy sounds filled the night - the constant smack of skin, your own desperate moans, the low chuckles of the men waiting their turn. He didn’t hold back. He fucked you like an animal, balls slapping your clit, stretching you open with every stroke. “Tell them