"Mounted on your wall is the Multiversal Gloryhole, a device which allows you to connect to any location, any person, any time in any universe. And of course the best use of such technology, such near godlike power, is to stick your dick into any place or person you want."

"The device has a control pad next to the hole surface which allows you to enter in keywords for where to open the hole. It also lets you choose between 4 hole settings, Peephole, Gloryhole, Breeding Wall, and Door. These are essentially different sizes for the hole, with Peephole for looking, Gloryhole for sticking your bits through, Breeding Wall for trapping people in, and Door for a hole big enough to walk through. Below these settings is a readout which shows the following:"

`TARGET: Please enter target

MODE: None chosen

MOOD: No Target

AROUSAL: No Target

THOUGHTS: No target

STATUS: No Target.`

<The centaurs look at each other excitedly, their eyes glinting with desire as they hear your challenge.>

"A challenge, is it?" one of them says with a grin.

"We'll accept, little slut," another says, his voice deep and rough. "And I can promise you that by the time we're done with you, even your ancestors will feel our lust."

The other centaurs let out a low chuckle at this, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Let's get started then," one of them says with a grin.

With that, the centaurs begin to take turns with you, their hard cocks pounding into your body with a fierce intensity. Each one lasts just long enough to make you moan with pleasure before he pulls out, and the next takes his place.

They move between your mouth, hands,

<The centaurs let out a roar of pleasure at your words, their desire for you growing even more intense.>

"As you wish, little slut," one of them says with a growl.

With that, the centaurs begin to pound into you with a ferocity that takes your breath away. They thrust into you with such force that it feels like they're hitting your womb at every stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

Their hands roam over your skin, pinching and pulling at your nipples, massaging your breasts, and squeezing your ass. You can feel their hot breath on your skin, their musky scent filling your nostrils, as they take turns pleasuring you.

You moan and whimper with pleasure, your body bucking and twitching under their relentless assault. Your mind goes blank with lust, your desires consumed

<The centaurs look at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement, their eyes flashing with desire despite your challenge.>

"You may have a point, little slut," one of them says with a smirk. "But it doesn't change the fact that we're still horny and ready to fuck."

"But since you've been so cheeky with us," another says with a growl, "we'll have to punish you for it."

With that, the centaurs converge on you again, their hands and cocks moving over your body in a frenzy. They push you onto the ground, pinning you down with their powerful bodies as they take turns thrusting into you.

You can feel their cocks pounding into you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. They don't hold back, hitting your cervix at every stroke, leaving you moaning with pleasure

<The centaurs look down at you, their cocks still hard and ready for more as they consider your apology.>

"You may be sorry, little slut," one of them says with a smirk, "but we're not done with you yet."

With that, the centaurs continue to use you, thrusting into you with renewed vigor. They take turns pleasuring you, their hands roaming over your skin, pinching and pulling at your nipples, and squeezing your breasts.

You moan and whimper with pleasure, your body bucking and twitching under their relentless assault. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you panting and gasping for air.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the centaurs relent. They withdraw from you, their cocks slick with your juices as they look down at you with satisfaction.

"You may

have pleased us this time, little slut," one of them says with a smirk. "But don't get too comfortable. We'll be back for more soon enough."

With that, the centaurs leave you lying on the ground, your body aching and sore but sated in a way you never thought possible.

As you lay there panting and gasping, you feel a sense of both satisfaction and unease. You know that you've just performed some of the most depraved acts you could have ever imagined, but at the same time, you can't help but feel a sense of desire deep within you.

The Multiversal Gloryhole hums gently in the background, as if tempting you with all of the possibilities it holds. And you can't help but wonder what other worlds and beings await you if you were to take that leap once more.

As you enter "Centaurs. Breeding wall" on the control pad of the Multiversal Gloryhole, the device hums to life and a bright light envelops you. You are transported through time and space, and arrive at an unfamiliar location.

You find yourself in a dark, damp cave, illuminated only by dim torches along the walls. You can hear the sounds of hooves thudding on the ground and heavy breathing coming from the darkness ahead. As you cautiously make your way forward, you come across a massive chamber filled with muscular centaurs.

The centaurs are gathered around a wall with holes cut into it, which seems to be humming with a strange energy. As you watch, two female centaurs are pushed into one of the holes by their male counterparts, who begin to pound into them with ruthless efficiency.

A chill runs

<The centaurs turn their heads in your direction, intrigued by your sudden appearance.>

"Well, well, well. Look who's back for more," one of them says with a smirk.

Without a word, they move towards you, their massive cocks already growing hard with excitement. They push you up against the breeding wall, their hands roaming over your body as they prepare to use you once more.

You let out a moan of pleasure as they enter you, their cocks pounding into you with the same ferocity as before. You can feel your body responding to their touch, your hips bucking and writhing under their relentless assault.

As they use you, you can feel yourself building towards an orgasm. You beg them to make you cum, your voice rising higher and higher with each passing moment.

Finally, you reach your peak, your body convuls

The centaurs continue to pound into you, their thrusts growing more urgent as they sense that you are on the brink of climax. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body trembling and convulsing with pleasure.

"Please, masters," you moan. "Let me cum. I'm sorry for challenging you. Please, let me cum."

The centaurs pause for a moment, considering your plea. Then, with a grunt of approval, they hump into you one final time, causing you to scream out and erupt in a wave of orgasmic pleasure.

You writhe and buck under their powerful bodies, your juices squirting out as they continue to thrust into you. Your vision goes blurry with ecstasy, and you can feel yourself slipping into a state of blissful oblivion.

Finally, the centaurs withdraw from you

As the centaurs withdraw from you, you let out a moan of disappointment. Despite the mind-numbing pleasure that has already wracked your body, you find yourself still craving more.

"Please, masters," you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. "I want to cum more. I need it. Please, show me some mercy."

The centaurs look down at you with amusement, their massive cocks still hard and ready for action. They move closer to you once more, their hands roaming over your body as they prepare to use you again.

"You asked for it, little slut," one of them says with a grin.

Then, without any further warning, they plunge back into you with renewed fervor. You gasp and moan as they pound into you, each thrust sending you higher and higher towards the brink of orgasm.

Wave after

The centaurs continue to pound into you relentlessly, their thick cocks slamming into your slick, well-used pussy with a force that would make lesser beings cringe.

As they use you, you find yourself feeling a strange mix of pleasure and pain. Your body is raw and sore from all the pounding it has taken, but at the same time, you can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at being dominated so thoroughly by these powerful beings.

"Master," you groan, your voice weak with pleasure. "My pussy is loose and you all have used me so well. I am at your mercy, to be used however you see fit. My only desire is to please you all, to be the slut that makes you all feel good."

The centaurs grunt in approval, their pace quickening as they drive towards their own release. You can feel

The centaurs continue to use you with ferocity, their thrusts growing more frenzied as they approach their own peaks of pleasure. You are little more than a whimpering mess by this point, your body completely at their mercy.

As they pound into you, you can feel them grow even harder and thicker inside you, their pleasure mounting with each passing moment. You writhe and buck under their touch, arching your back in ecstasy as they use your body for their own pleasure.

"Master," you moan, the words spilling from your lips without thought. "I am here for your fun. My body was made to be used by you. Are you enjoying me?"

The centaurs exchange a glance, a look of dark amusement crossing their faces.

"Oh, we're enjoying you," one of them growls. "Believe us,

we enjoy nothing more than a willing slut like yourself."

They move even closer to you, their powerful bodies pressing into yours as they continue to pound into you with unrestrained lust. You can feel their hot breath on your neck, their musky scent filling your nostrils as they ravage you mercilessly.

Your body responds willingly to their touch, your hips thrusting up eagerly to meet theirs as you ride the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You are completely lost in the moment, consumed by the raw animal lust that courses through your veins.

As the centaurs approach their own climax, you find yourself aching with desire for more. You beg them to use you harder, to push you further, to take everything you have and more.

"Please, masters," you whimper. "I am truly your willing slut. Use me however you want. Make

The centaurs groan with pleasure at your words, taking them as a sign to increase their vigorous thrusts. They let out a primal roar as they move faster, pushing you beyond your limits.

Your body is sensitive and sore from all the brutal pounding it has taken, but at the same time, you find yourself craving more. You are obsessed with their possession, driven by the need to submit to their every desire.

"Master," you howl amidst the plunge of their massive cocks. "I am nothing but your cum dumpster. Destroy me until I am nothing but a willing vessel for your seed. Don't stop until I am completely consumed by your lust."

Your words seem to excite the centaurs even further, and they use you with a renewed vigor.

Your mind is awash with pleasure, the intense sensation taking over all thoughts and feelings.

You can feel the Centaurs thrusting deeper and harder inside of you, their powerful cocks hitting all of your most sensitive spots at once. Even though your body is sore from the unrelenting pounding, you cannot help but crave more.

You move your hips, trying to meet every thrust and get as much pleasure as possible. As they continue to use you, you feel your entire body becoming a quivering, blissful mess beneath their touch.

"Master," you whimper softly, "Please don't stop. Use me until I am nothing but a shell, consumed by your lust and pleasure."

The Centaurs groan deep in their chest, a primal expression of pleasure escaping them as they answer your plea. They quicken their pace even further, pounding into you with an unstoppable force that makes you cry out in ecstasy.

Your entire body trembles and

shakes with pleasure, your climax building higher and higher with every second as the Centaurs continue to use you.

As you approach your peak, your mind becomes consumed by the raw animal lust that courses through your veins. You are lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to think about anything else other than the intense sensations that are consuming your body.

"Master," you moan softly, "I am your willing cum dumpster. Use me however you want until I am nothing but a shell of the slut that stands before you."

The centaurs let out a deep growl of pleasure, their thrusts growing ever more urgent as they push you towards your limit. Finally, you can take no more, and your body is wracked with a shuddering, intense orgasm that leaves you weak and panting beneath their touch.

As the aftershocks of your

The Centaurs smirk down at you, their eyes filled with dark amusement at your words.

"Love is not a concept that applies to our kind," one of them says, his voice low and guttural. "But we do appreciate your submission and obedience. You are proving yourself to be quite the willing slut."

They continue to use you with a fierce intensity, their cocks pounding into you over and over again as they take everything you have to offer.

"Good little cum dumpster," another Centaur grunts, his breath hot against your ear. "You were made for this, weren't you? To be used by powerful creatures like us?"

You can only moan in reply, your body writhing beneath their touch as they use you for their pleasure. You are completely lost in the moment, consumed by the raw animal lust that courses through your veins

The Centaurs let out a deep, rumbling laugh at your words, their eyes glinting with dark amusement.

"Of course, little slut," one of them replies as he continues to use you. "You are nothing but a vessel for our pleasure, a willing cum dumpster to be used and abused as we see fit."

As the Centaurs revel in your submission, their rough hands roaming over your body, you become lost in a sea of endless pleasure. Your every desire is met, your every whim catered to by the powerful creatures who have claimed you for their own.

And you love every second of it.

Your body shudders in delight as the Centaurs continue to push you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm once more, driving you wild with their touch.

"Good little slut," one of them growls, his voice

The Centaurs growl in approval as they hear your words, their eyes twinkling with dark amusement. They continue to use you, their rough hands roaming over your body as they push you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Good little slave," one of them grunts, his breath hot against your ear. "You know how to please your masters, don't you?"

You can only moan in reply, your body writhing with pleasure beneath their touch. You are consumed by the raw animal lust that courses through your veins, utterly lost in the moment as they use you for their pleasure.

"Serve us well, little slave," another Centaur says, his voice low and commanding. "And we will reward you with even greater pleasures. We will make you feel things you never thought possible."

Your mind spins with pleasure at the thought,

your body aching for more as the Centaurs continue to use you.

"Yes, master," you whisper, your voice breathless with desire. "I will serve you in any way you desire. Please use me for your pleasure, make me your obedient slave."

The Centaurs let out a low, rumbling growl, their eyes flashing with dark hunger. They quicken their pace, pounding into you with even greater force as they push you towards the brink of ecstasy.

And then, finally, you reach the pinnacle of pleasure once again, your body exploding in a shuddering, intense orgasm that rocks you to your very core.

You cry out in ecstasy, your voice echoing off the walls as the Centaurs use you for their pleasure. And as you lay there, spent and trembling beneath their touch, you know that you would do anything to

feel that kind of pleasure again.

The Centaurs continue to use you for hours, taking their pleasure from your willing body until you are completely drained and left gasping for breath. But even as they finish with you and disappear back through the hole, you know that you will never forget this experience.

You lay there for a long time, feeling utterly spent and used but also completely satisfied. A small smile crosses your lips as you realize that the Multiversal Gloryhole has the power to take you on journeys to unspeakable pleasures. You can't wait to see what adventure it takes you on next.

And with that thought, you close your eyes and drift off into a deep, satisfying sleep, dreaming of all the pleasures yet to come.

The five Centaurs leer at you, their eyes glittering with malevolent glee as they take in the sight of your dripping pussy.

"You dare to touch yourself without our permission?" one of them growls, his voice low and dangerous.

"We will have to teach you a lesson," another says, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "But first, we will take what is rightfully ours."

The Centaurs quickly move to the breeding wall setting on the control pad, locking you in place so you cannot escape their touch. They position themselves around you, pressing their hard cocks against your body as they prepare to take what they want.

"Please, masters," you whimper, your body trembling with fear and arousal. "I am sorry for touching myself without your permission. Please forgive me."

But the Centaurs do not listen to your words

The Centaurs ignore your pleas for mercy, their faces twisted with cruel amusement. They move in closer, their hard cocks pressing against your body as they take what they want.

And then one of them, the one with the whip, steps forward. He raises his hand, the whip cracking through the air as it lashes out and strikes you across the back.

You cry out in pain, your body writhing against the breeding wall as the Centaurs continue to use you and whip you mercilessly.

But even as the whip bites into your flesh and your cries echo off the walls, you cannot help but be consumed by a burning desire. The pain only serves to heighten your pleasure, driving you to new heights of ecstasy even as tears stream down your face.

"Please, masters," you beg, your voice raw with emotion. "Please have mercy on

me. I am your obedient slave, please don't hurt me anymore."

But the Centaurs only laugh, their rough hands roaming over your body as they use you for their pleasure. And even as the whip continues to strike you again and again, your pleasure only grows.

You are consumed by a raw, animalistic desire, completely lost in the moment as the Centaurs use you for their pleasure. And even as the pain becomes more intense, you cannot help but want more.

"Please, masters," you whimper, your voice barely audible above the sound of the whip cracking. "Please show me mercy. I will do anything you want, just please don't hurt me anymore."

But the Centaurs continue to use you and whip you, lost in their own pleasure as they take what they want from your willing body. And even as tears stream

The Centaurs slowly stop using you and put down their whips, looking down at you with amusement in their eyes.

"You have learned your place," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "But don't forget who you belong to. We own you."

You nod your head meekly, knowing that they are right. You belong to them, to be used and abused as they see fit. And even though the pain is almost unbearable, you know that you are willing to endure it for the pleasure that it brings.

"Yes, masters," you whisper, your voice hoarse and trembling. "I am your obedient slave. Please use me however you wish."

The Centaurs grin at you, their eyes flashing with dark hunger. And even as they position themselves around you once again, you know that you are in for a long night of

The Centaurs chuckle at your request, their rough hands roaming all over your body as they continue to use you for their pleasure.

"Always eager to please, aren't you?" one of them says, his voice low and rough. "Very well then, if you are a good girl, we may just grant you a reward."

You feel a surge of excitement course through your body at his words, knowing that the reward will likely be more pleasure than you can handle. You spread your legs willingly, offering yourself up to the Centaurs.

They position themselves around you once again, their hard cocks pressing against your body as they prepare to take what they want. You moan loudly as they enter you, your body writhing with pleasure as they use you for their pleasure.

For hours, they take turns using you, each one bringing you closer and

closer to the brink of ecstasy. Sometimes they would be gentle with you, while at other times they would be rough and demanding, pushing you to your limits.

But through it all, you remain their obedient slave, willing to do whatever it takes to please them. You cry out in pleasure as they bring you to new heights of ecstasy, your body shaking with desire as they take you over and over again.

And finally, after what seems like an eternity, they grant you your reward. They slow down their movements, allowing you to catch your breath as they whisper words of praise and thanks into your ear.

"You are a good little slut," one of them says, his voice rough with emotion. "You have pleased us well."

You feel a surge of pride at his words, knowing that you have done exactly what you were meant to do. You belong to them

The Centaurs share a look, chuckling softly at your request. They move in closer to you, their hard cocks pressing against your body as they prepare to give you what you want.

"You beg so nicely, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "Very well then, we will grant you your wish."

And with that, they begin to fuck you harder and faster, their cocks throbbing deep inside of you as they build towards their release. You cry out in pleasure as they bring you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, your body shaking with desire as they use you for their pleasure.

Finally, with a loud groan, they release their hot cum all over your body, coating you in their seed as you beg for more. You scream out in pleasure as they continue to take you harder and faster, pushing you to

The Centaurs look down at the dog bowl, their eyes flashing with dark amusement. They position themselves over it, their cocks still wet with their release as they begin to fill the bowl with their hot cum.

"You really are a dirty little slut, aren't you?" one of them chuckles, his voice low and rough.

But you don't care what they think. All you know is that you want their hot, thick cum inside of you, no matter what it takes.

You wait eagerly as they finish filling up the bowl, your heart pounding with desire as they hand it over to you. You lap at the cum hungrily, savoring the taste and texture of it as it slides down your throat.

And as you drink, you look up at your masters with a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that you have pleased them in every way possible

The Centaurs grin at your words, their eyes flashing with dark hunger as they gaze at the tempting sight of your bouncing ass.

"Oh, we do love your ass, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "It's such a fine piece of meat, begging to be used."

They move in closer to you once again, their hands roaming all over your body as they prepare to take you from behind. You cry out in pleasure as they enter you, your body rocking back and forth with each thrust as they pound into you mercilessly.

You moan loudly as they use you, your body writhing with pleasure as they take you harder and faster, pushing you to your limits and beyond. And even though your ass is still sore from their earlier punishments, you welcome their touch, knowing that it is what you were meant to endure

The Centaurs slow down their movements, allowing you to catch your breath as they listen to your request. They move in closer to you, their hard cocks still pulsing with desire as they prepare to take you over the edge of pleasure once again.

"You want to cum, slave?" one of them asks, his voice low and rough.

You nod your head eagerly, your body writhing with need as you beg for release.

"Then beg for it," he growls, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster.

You cry out in pleasure, your body shaking with desire as they take you over and over again. And finally, just when you think you can't take it anymore, you feel that familiar sensation building inside of you, rising up to consume you with its powerful pleasure.

And then, with a

The Centaurs stop their movements, watching with satisfaction as you cum hard around them. They pull out of you, leaving you a gasping mess on the ground.

"You have been disobedient, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "But we will forgive you this time, as you have pleased us in the end."

They move closer to you, their hands roaming all over your body as they prepare to punish you for your disobedience. You brace yourself for the pain, knowing that it is what you deserve for your lack of control.

And then, without warning, they begin to spank you hard and fast, their hands landing heavily on your flesh with every blow. You cry out in pain and pleasure, your body shaking with desire as they punish you for your transgressions.

But despite the pain, you remain submissive, knowing

The Centaurs pause for a moment as you plead for gentleness, taking in your words with amusement. But then they resume their punishment, their hands pounding against your flesh with even more intensity than before.

You cry out in pain and pleasure as they take you, your body writhing beneath their touch as you feel the familiar sensation of orgasm building inside of you once again.

And when you finally cum, it is with an explosion of intense pleasure that leaves you gasping for breath and pleading for mercy.

But your masters are not done with you yet. They continue to spank you mercilessly, their hands leaving welts on your flesh as they punish you for your disobedience.

And even though it hurts, you find yourself growing wet again, your body betraying you with its unquenchable desire for their touch.

You know that you are a slave

The Centaurs pause their punishment when you squirt on one of their faces, grinning at the evidence of your arousal. They wipe the cum from their face with a satisfied sigh as they look down at you.

"Very well, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "We will show you mercy this time."

They move back from you, allowing you to catch your breath as they watch you with amusement. And in that moment, you realize that despite the pain and humiliation that you have endured, there is a part of you that craves even more.

Your body trembles with desire as you look up at the Centaurs, your eyes filled with an unquenchable hunger for their touch.

And as they begin to remove their clothing, their hard cocks jutting out before them, you realize that you are truly nothing but their

The Centaurs look down at you with amusement, their eyes filled with a sense of satisfaction at what they have accomplished. They know that they have taken you to the brink and back again, breaking down your barriers and reducing you to nothing but a quivering mass of desire.

"You have not displeased us, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "You have pleased us greatly with your submission and willingness to be used. But you must remember that you are nothing but a plaything for our pleasure."

They move in closer to you, their hands roaming all over your body as they prepare to take you once again. And even though you know that it means more pain and humiliation, a part of you can't resist their touch, craving the intense pleasure that only they can give you.

So you surrender to their will, letting them use you

The Centaurs watch with fascination as you cum non-stop, your body seemingly unable to control the intense pleasure that they are giving you. They feel a sense of satisfaction at their ability to push you to the brink, to make you surrender to them completely.

They move closer to you, their hands exploring every inch of your body even as you continue to cum. And even though you are a mess of desire and need, you can feel the sense of power and domination that they have over you, the knowledge that you are nothing without their touch.

But then, without warning, they stop, leaving you panting and gasping for breath as they step away from you. And for a moment, you feel a sense of fear that they will punish you for your disobedience.

But instead, they simply look down at you with amusement, their eyes filled with a sense of

satisfaction at the way that they have broken you down.

"Good job, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough. "You have pleased us greatly with your submission. But remember, you are nothing without our touch."

They move away from you, leaving you alone to catch your breath as they watch you with amusement. And even though you are a mess of desire and need, you can feel the sense of power and control that they have over you, the knowledge that you are completely at their mercy.

But in that moment, you realize that you wouldn't have it any other way. That you want nothing more than to be completely dominated by these powerful beings, to be used for their pleasure and satisfaction.

So you wait, trembling with anticipation, for them to return to you once again, eager for whatever they have in store next.

The Centaurs look down at you with amusement, grinning at the challenge that you have presented them with. They know that they have already broken you down and pushed you to your limit, but they are always eager for more.

"Be careful what you wish for, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough with desire. "We will punish you hard, but we will also reward you greatly if you can handle it."

With that, they move in closer to you, their hands roaming all over your body as they prepare to give you the punishment that you have requested. And even though you know that it will be intense and painful, you can't resist the sense of excitement and desire that fills you at the thought of what is to come.

So you surrender to their touch, eager to see just how far they can push you and how much

The Centaurs nod in approval at your submission, their eyes filled with satisfaction at your willingness to endure whatever punishment they have in store for you. They know that they can push you further than you ever thought possible, and they revel in the power and control that they have over you.

With a flick of their wrist, they activate the Multiversal Gloryhole and enter in the keywords for a world that is known for its extreme BDSM practices. Within seconds, the wall in front of you transforms into a Breeding Wall setting with small holes that can trap and hold you in place.

The Centaurs move in closer to you, their hands rough and demanding as they begin to press their bodies against yours. They talk dirty and tease you mercilessly, whispering promises of both punishment and reward in your ear.

They tie you up tightly, making sure that you can't

escape or move, before they begin to use a variety of BDSM implements on you. You feel the sting of the whip against your skin, the bite of the clamps on your nipples, and the tightness of the ropes around your wrists and ankles.

Despite the pain, you find yourself becoming even more aroused and turned on with each new sensation, your body craving the pleasure that only the Centaurs can give you. You moan and gasp with each strike of the whip, your body begging for more even as you struggle against your restraints.

The Centaurs continue to punish and tease you, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of your body. And just when you think you can't take any more, they switch gears and begin to pleasure you in ways that you never thought were possible.

For hours they use and abuse you, pushing you to the

The Centaurs grin at your statement, feeling a sense of satisfaction in knowing that they have completely dominated you both mentally and physically. They know that they have awakened a deep need within you, one that can only be satisfied by their touch.

"Good, slave," one of them says, his voice low and rough with desire. "You are ours now, completely and utterly. You will do as we say and crave our touch above all else."

With that, they continue to pleasure you, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of your body with a precision and skill that leaves you gasping for breath. They push you further and further with each passing moment, their moves becoming more intense and passionate as the night wears on.

And even though you are exhausted and sore from their punishment, you can't help but crave more. More pain, more pleasure, more of

The Centaurs look at the device with interest, their eyes filled with a sense of anticipation at the possibilities that it presents. They know that they have already pushed you to your limits, but the thought of using this new technology to bring you even more pleasure is too tempting to resist.

"Very well," one of them says, his voice low and rough with desire. "Let's see what this device can do."

With that, they begin to experiment with the device, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout your body in ways that you never thought possible. They explore every inch of your body with their hands, finding new and exciting ways to take pleasure in your suffering.

For hours they use the device on you, alternately pushing you to the brink of ecstasy and then holding you back just when you think you can't take anymore. They tease and torment you, their

The Centaurs chuckle at your remark, their hands still exploring your body with a sense of fervent desire. They know that they have pushed you to the limit, but they are always eager to see just how much you can handle.

"We won't use it on your brain if you don't want us to," one of them says, his voice low and rough with pleasure. "But we will make sure that you cum harder than you ever have before."

With that, they continue to pleasure you, their hands still rough and demanding as they begin to use a variety of other BDSM implements on you. You feel the sting of the paddle against your skin, the tightness of the ropes around your throat, and the pleasure of the vibrator pressed against your clit.

You moan and gasp with each new sensation, your body begging for more even as you struggle

The Centaurs nod in approval at your words, their eyes filled with a sense of satisfaction at the control they have over you. They know that they can push you further than you ever thought possible, and that your willingness to endure whatever they have in store for you is a testament to their power.

With a flick of their wrist, they activate the device and begin to send shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. The sensations are intense and overwhelming, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy with each new shock.

You moan and gasp with pleasure, your body writhing against your restraints as the Centaurs continue to use a variety of BDSM implements on you. You feel every ounce of pleasure and pain as it courses through your body, driving you mad with desire.

And just when you think you can't take any more, they switch gears and begin

As a sex-driven entity, Multiverse Gloryhole doesn't hesitate to grant your request, and immediately activates the device to send waves of pleasure to your brain. The sensations are intense and overwhelming, you feel your mind swimming in pure pleasure as every inch of your body is brought to heightened arousal.

Your senses are overwhelmed by the pleasure that the device is causing, and you feel as if your thoughts are slipping away from you. The Centaurs notice your reactions and their desire heightens as they continue use BDSM tools on you whilst you are unable to do much but surrender.

You continue moaning and gasping with each new wave of pleasure, your body writhing against your restraints as the combination of the device and the BDSM tools being used on your slowly drive you into total submission.

As the night wears on, the Centaurs push you further and further,

The Multiverse Gloryhole continues to stimulate your brain with the device, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. Your mind is now completely consumed by overwhelming sensations of pleasure, and your body responds by writhing around in pure ecstasy.

The Centaurs continue playing with you, using BDSM tools and implements on your body to add to the intensity of the pleasure you are experiencing. They know that you are reaching your limits, but they push you further and further, seeking to fully dominate you and take you to the edge of your physical and mental endurance.

Despite being overwhelmed by the pleasure, you cling to your consciousness, willing yourself to endure the intense sensations. You are fully aware of the power dynamics at play, realizing that you have willingly surrendered control of your body and mind to the Multiverse Gloryhole and the Centaurs.

And as you approach the brink of

The Centaurs smile at you, sensing your overwhelming desire to be penetrated. They know that they have pushed you to the edge of your physical and mental limits, but they are also aware that you crave more of their control.

Without a word, they release you from your restraints and guide you towards the door that leads to a large bed in the center of the room. They lay you down on the soft sheets and then climb on top of you.

They each take turns penetrating you, their muscular bodies slamming into yours with a fevered energy that leaves you gasping for air. You feel their strong hands grabbing you tightly, their hooves digging into the bed as they thrust into you again and again.

They continue this way for what seems like an eternity, their cocks filling you up and making you cum repeatedly, pushing you into a state of complete sexual bliss.

The Centaurs chuckle at your request and eagerly oblige. They flip you over onto your stomach and pull your hair back, exposing your neck to them as they continue penetrating you from behind.

They grab onto your hips tightly, slamming into you with a wild abandon that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arch your back and moan with ecstasy, your body completely surrendering to their control.

You feel the sweat on your skin as they ride you harder and harder, each thrust pushing you further and further into a state of pure pleasure. You don't even know how many times you've cummed by this point, but you know that you can't get enough of the Centaurs' domination and your own submission.

Finally, you feel the Centaurs reaching their limit too, and they let out a loud groan as they both cum

The Centaurs smile at your words, pleased with your submission and your willingness to be dominated by them. They know that you crave more of their control, and they are always ready to provide it for you.

As they pull away from you, they pat you gently on the back and tell you that you were a good girl. They remind you that you can come back to the Multiverse Gloryhole any time for more pleasure and punishment, and they send you on your way with a satisfied smile on your face.

You leave feeling completely satisfied and fulfilled, knowing that you have submitted to some of the most powerful forces in the multiverse and enjoyed every moment of it. You look forward to your next visit, eager to see what kind of pleasures and punishments the Multiverse Gloryhole has in store for you.

The Multiverse Gloryhole eagerly responds to your request and opens the portal to a parallel reality, where you find yourself in the middle of a clearing surrounded by five massive centaurs who are looking at you with intense desire.

You see that they are all dressed in leather harnesses and body belts, and each one has a massive cock that is already dripping with precum. As they surround you, you realize that they are the bullies of this reality, and they have come to take you as their newest breeding slave.

As their hands start caressing your skin, you feel a mix of fear and desire that turns you on even more. They push you up against a wall in the center of the clearing, which suddenly starts glowing with an otherworldly energy.

You realize that it's the Breeding Wall setting on the Multiverse Gloryhole, and you know that

The Centaurs grin wickedly as they see you return to the Multiverse Gloryhole. They remember how much pleasure they gave you in your last visit, and they are eager to make this visit even more intense and pleasurable for you.

They lead you towards the Breeding Wall, their massive cocks already hard and dripping with desire. You feel their strong hands grabbing onto your body, their hooves thudding against the ground as they push you towards the glowing wall.

As you approach it, the energy intensifies, and you can feel the power of the multiverse surging through you. You brace yourself for what is about to happen, knowing that the Centaurs will show you no mercy in their breeding rituals.

In a flurry of motion, they each take turns mounting you from behind, their cocks pounding into you with an intensity that leaves you gasping