Capsule Corp – Late Night, Bulma's Birthday
The public party had ended hours ago. Cake crumbs, empty bottles, and the last of the fireworks still lingered in the air outside. Chi-Chi had taken Gohan and Goten home. Android 18 had collected Marron. Trunks had already been put to bed in his own room on the far side of the compound. The house was quiet. Only four people remained in the master suite on the top floor of Capsule Corp.
Bulma stood in the middle of the bedroom in a soft blue silk robe, still smiling from the cake and the gifts. She had no idea the door had been locked from the inside the moment the last guest left. She had no idea the three men behind her had already decided what her real present would be.
Vegeta's voice was low and absolute.
"Happy birthday, woman. In Saiyan tradition the greatest gift a mate can receive is the complete use of her body by the warriors her mate trusts. You will be used until you are broken, dripping, and ruined. No one outside this room will ever know."
Bulma turned, confusion flickering across her face.
"Vegeta, what—"
The robe was yanked open and torn from her shoulders in one motion. Goku's cheerful grin never left his face as he and Krillin stripped at the same time. Three cocks sprang free—thick, heavy, already hard. Krillin's was a monstrous fifteen-inch pillar, thicker than Bulma's forearm, the head already leaking. Vegeta and Goku were equally hung, veins standing out, balls drawn tight.
Bulma's eyes went wide.
"Wait—Krillin, that's—oh fuck, that's not possible—"
Vegeta shoved her onto the bed on her back. Goku grabbed her ankles and folded her in half, knees to her shoulders. Krillin climbed between her spread thighs without a word of warning. The fat head of that fifteen-inch cock pressed against her dry pussy lips, then forced inward.
Bulma screamed.
Krillin drove the full length into her in one brutal thrust. The thick shaft stretched her cunt wide open, the head punching against her cervix and then past it, rearranging her insides. Blood welled immediately around the invading cock as her inner walls tore under the impossible girth. Wet, meaty sounds filled the room as Krillin pulled back and slammed home again, balls slapping her ass, pussy lips stretched into a thin, bright-red ring around the base of his cock.
"Fuck, look at that," Krillin growled, voice crude and relentless. "Birthday cunt already bleeding on my cock. Saiyan breeding slut can't even take one of us without splitting open." He fucked her like a mindless animal—long, savage strokes that dragged her pussy lips in and out, each impact making fresh blood trickle down over her ass and onto the sheets. Her tits bounced hard; he leaned down and mauled them, sucking one nipple into his mouth and biting until dark red marks bloomed, then switching to the other, leaving bruises and teeth prints across both soft mounds.
Vegeta and Goku were already moving. Vegeta spat on her tight asshole and forced two fingers in, scissoring her open. Goku did the same from the other side. Bulma sobbed, body jerking under Krillin's relentless pounding.
"Gonna stretch this tight little blue-haired fucktoy until she gapes," Vegeta said, arrogant and possessive. "My mate. My birthday gift. You're nothing but a shared breeding hole tonight."
They pulled their fingers free. Goku's thick cock pressed against her ass first, the head popping past the ring of muscle with a wet stretch. Bulma's scream went higher as Goku forced every inch into her bowels. Then Vegeta lined up beside him. The second cock pushed in alongside Goku's, the two thick shafts stretching her asshole into a burning, overstuffed ring. Double anal penetration while Krillin owned her cunt—three cocks buried inside her at once.
Triple penetration. Continuous. Brutal.
They moved together, a filthy rhythm of wet skin and forced depths. Krillin's fifteen-inch cock slammed her bleeding pussy so hard the bed frame creaked; blood-tinged juices soaked the sheets under her. Goku and Vegeta piston-fucked her ass in tandem, their cocks rubbing against each other inside the tight channel, stretching her until the rim of her hole was bright red and swollen, leaking a mix of lube, blood, and the first dribbles of pre-cum.
Dirty talk never stopped.
Goku's cheerful voice was pure filth. "Wow, Bulma, your ass is so tight around both of us! Feel how deep we are? We're gonna keep you full all night. Birthday cum-dump is taking it so good."
Vegeta snarled, hips snapping. "Worthless blue-haired fucktoy. Look at your holes—stretched open, bleeding, already ruined. This is what Saiyan mates are for. You're mine to share. No one will ever know you spent your birthday as our shared whore."
Krillin slammed in harder, the head of his cock battering her cervix. "Cunt's pouring blood on my cock. Gonna keep fucking this pussy until it's nothing but a swollen, red mess. Take it, breeding slut."
They rotated without ever leaving her empty. Positions changed in a constant, ruthless cycle.
Piledriver: Goku held her upside-down, legs locked over his shoulders, and dropped her onto his cock while Vegeta and Krillin took turns spearing her ass and mouth. Her face turned red from the blood rushing to her head; cum and spit drooled from her stretched lips.
Mating press: Krillin folded her in half again and drove that forearm-thick cock so deep her belly bulged. Vegeta and Goku knelt on either side, feeding their cocks into her mouth two at a time until her cheeks bulged and tears streamed.
Standing spit-roast: They lifted her like a ragdoll. Krillin held her by the hips and fucked her bleeding pussy from behind while Goku and Vegeta took turns face-fucking her, cocks sliding over her tongue and into her throat until she gagged and drooled.
Prone bone: Face-down, ass up, Krillin mounted her from behind and hammered her cunt until the sheets were a dark, wet stain of blood and juices. Vegeta and Goku knelt over her head, alternating between her mouth and her stretched, gaping asshole.
Full nelson: Goku locked her arms behind her head and held her open while Vegeta and Krillin double-stuffed her pussy—two thick cocks forcing into the already ruined hole at once, stretching her labia until they were bright red, swollen, and shiny with blood and cum. Then all three forced into her cunt together: Krillin's fifteen-inch monster plus the other two, the three shafts stretching her pussy into a single, overstuffed, bleeding tunnel. Bulma's screams turned into broken sobs. The wet, squelching sounds of three cocks churning her insides filled the room. Cum and blood poured out around the base of the shafts every time they pulled back.
Non-stop creampies.
Krillin came first inside her bleeding pussy, flooding her womb with thick ropes until it leaked around his cock in heavy, white-and-red rivulets. He stayed buried and kept fucking through the orgasm, mixing his cum with her blood. Goku and Vegeta unloaded in her ass at the same time, pumping load after load into her bowels until it overflowed and ran down her thighs. They pulled out only long enough to switch holes, then drove back in and came again.
Hours blurred. The bed became a reeking swamp of blood-tinged juices, thick white cum, and the sharp smell of sex. Bulma's body was moved like a doll—piledriven, pressed, spit-roasted, double-anal, triple-pussy, reverse gangbang with her on top while the three of them thrust up into every hole. Her tits were covered in dark bruises and bite marks from Krillin's constant mauling. Her pussy lips were swollen bright red, the inner walls raw and puffy. Her asshole gaped open between thrusts, a ruined pink ring that never fully closed, dripping cum and blood in long, sticky strings.
Dialogue never stopped.
"Look at that pussy," Krillin growled, slamming in to the hilt again. "Bright red, swollen, pouring blood and cum. Birthday slut's holes are destroyed. Gonna keep them full until morning."
Vegeta's voice was pure arrogance. "My mate. My fucktoy. You're nothing but a dripping, broken breeding hole tonight. Feel how stretched you are? How much of our cum is leaking out of you? No one will ever know."
Goku laughed cheerfully while burying himself balls-deep in her ass. "You're so warm and wet inside, Bulma! We're gonna keep you stuffed all night. Best birthday present ever."
By the time the first gray light of dawn touched the windows, Bulma was a wreck. Face, tits, belly, and hair were coated in layered cum. Every hole dripped continuously. The sheets were soaked through, the mattress beneath them a wet, sticky mess that reeked of blood, semen, and sex. Her pussy was a bright-red, swollen, gaping mess; her ass was equally ruined, the rim puffy and loose.
They finally collapsed around her without pulling out.
Krillin stayed buried to the hilt in the deepest part of her bleeding, ruined pussy, arms wrapped around her from the front, cock still twitching inside the raw, cum-flooded channel. Vegeta locked himself inside her gaping, cum-flooded ass, balls pressed tight against her. Goku rested against them, one hand lazily stroking her cum-covered tit, his own spent cock resting against her thigh.
They talked while still inside her, voices low and filthy, treating her like a used toy that would stay full until they woke.
Krillin: "Still so fucking tight around me even after all that. Cunt's gonna stay red and swollen for days. Best birthday fucktoy ever."
Vegeta: "My mate spent the night as our shared whore. Look at her—covered, dripping, holes destroyed. She'll still be full of us when she wakes. No one will ever know."
Goku, cheerful even now: "Mmm, she's so warm. We should do this every birthday. Keep her stuffed and leaking all night."
Bulma lay between them, body limp, holes stretched and overflowing, the room thick with the smell of what they had done to her. The three cocks stayed buried. The sheets stayed soaked. The door stayed locked.
No one outside the four of them would ever know
Krillin's monstrous fifteen-inch cock was still buried to the root in Bulma's ruined, bleeding pussy. The thick shaft kept her stretched wide open, the head lodged deep past her cervix, pressing hard against the softest, most sensitive places inside her. Every tiny shift of his hips made fresh blood-tinged cum squelch out around the base and trickle down over his heavy balls. Vegeta's cock remained locked inside her gaping, cum-flooded ass, the two thick shafts pressing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated her holes. Goku lay against them, one arm draped over Bulma's cum-smeared belly, fingers lazily circling a bruised nipple.
The room stank of sex, blood, and the thick, reeking mess that soaked the entire bed.
Krillin's voice was low and crude, his lips against her ear while he stayed buried deep.
"Still so fucking hot and tight around me, birthday slut. Feel that? My cock's not coming out. Your pussy's red, swollen, and pouring our cum and blood all over my balls. Best fucking hole I've ever ruined."
Vegeta's arrogant growl rumbled against her other ear.
"My mate. Look at you. Completely broken. Ass stretched open around my cock, pussy destroyed, covered in layers of our cum. No one will ever know you spent your birthday as our shared breeding whore."
Goku's cheerful tone never faded even while he was filthy.
"Wow, Bulma… you're still so warm and wet inside. We kept you full all night just like we promised. You're dripping everywhere. It's amazing."
Bulma's voice came out hoarse, wrecked, but clear. Her body was limp, every hole overstretched and leaking, yet she pushed back just enough to feel Krillin's thick cock grind deeper into her bleeding cunt and Vegeta's shaft shift inside her ruined ass.
"I… I'm very satisfied," she whispered, the words thick with exhaustion and something darker. "More than satisfied. You three used me until I couldn't think. Krillin… that cock of yours is still so deep it hurts in the best way. I can feel every vein. My pussy's split open and bleeding and full of all of you… and I love it. I love being ruined."
Krillin's hips gave a slow, deliberate thrust, dragging that forearm-thick shaft almost all the way out so the swollen, bright-red lips of her cunt clung to it, then slamming back in to the hilt. A fresh gush of blood-streaked cum flooded out around him.
"Say that again, you blue-haired fucktoy. Tell me how much you love this cock destroying your birthday cunt."
Bulma moaned, broken and needy.
"I love it. I love being your shared breeding slut. I love how you stretched me until I bled. I love how my holes are gaping and dripping and still full. Krillin… stay inside me. Don't pull out. And… can we do this daily? Every day. I want to wake up like this every morning—ruined, stuffed, covered in your cum. I don't care who knows anymore. Just keep using me."
Vegeta's cock flexed hard inside her ass at her words. He pulled almost all the way out, letting her gaping rim flutter open, then drove back in with a wet, filthy sound.
"Daily, woman? You want to be our permanent cum-dump? My mate asking to be shared and broken every single day. You'll get it. We'll keep these holes stretched and leaking until they never close properly again. You're ours to ruin whenever we want."
Goku's cheerful voice was pure filth as he leaned in and licked a thick stripe of cum from her cheek.
"Daily sounds perfect! We can take turns or all three at once just like tonight. Your pussy and ass already feel so used and soft. We'll keep filling you up until you're always dripping. Best birthday present that never ends."
Krillin stayed buried to the absolute hilt, grinding in slow circles so the head of his fifteen-inch cock mashed against the deepest part of her wrecked cunt. More blood-tinged cum oozed out with every movement.
"Hear that? Birthday whore wants it every day. Wants this thick cock splitting her open every morning. Wants Vegeta and Goku stretching her ass while I own this bleeding pussy. You're gonna be a permanent mess, Bulma. Sheets always soaked. Holes always red and swollen. Cum always leaking down your thighs. And you'll thank us for it."
Bulma's hips twitched weakly, trying to push back onto the two cocks still locked inside her. Her voice was soft, wrecked, and completely surrendered.
"Yes… thank you. Thank you for ruining me on my birthday. Thank you for keeping me full. I want it daily. I love being your shared, broken, dripping fucktoy. Don't ever stop."
They stayed like that as the morning light grew stronger—Krillin buried deep in her bleeding, cum-flooded pussy, Vegeta locked inside her gaping ass, Goku pressed against them. Dirty talk continued in low, satisfied voices while they slowly, lazily fucked their loads even deeper into her ruined holes, promising her that every day from now on would end the same way: stretched, stuffed, bleeding a little, and completely used.
No one outside the room would ever need to know.
But Bulma had already asked for it to never stop.
Capsule Corp Bedroom – Next Morning
Sunlight filtered softly through the half-closed blinds, painting warm gold across the wrecked bed. The sheets were still damp in places, the air heavy with the lingering scent of sex, but the sharp edge of the night before had faded into something quieter. Bulma lay on her back in the middle of the mattress, legs loosely parted. Her body ached in every deep, intimate place, yet the pain was dull now, wrapped in a strange, contented warmth.
Krillin was already between her thighs.
He had woken first and simply stayed there, face buried against the swollen, tender flesh of her pussy. His tongue moved slowly, carefully, licking long, gentle strokes from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit. He was not rough. There was no urgency. Just the steady, devoted work of cleaning every trace of the night from her.
Bulma's fingers slid into his hair and rested there, holding him lightly in place. Her voice was soft, still a little hoarse from screaming the night before.
"Krillin… that feels so good," she murmured, eyes half-lidded. "You're being so gentle. I can feel your tongue going inside me… cleaning everything out. It doesn't hurt. It just feels warm and careful."
Krillin hummed against her, the vibration traveling through her sensitive folds. His tongue pushed deeper, sliding into the soft, slightly puffy entrance of her pussy. He lapped in slow circles, gathering the mixed remnants of cum and the faint metallic taste of dried blood that still clung to her inner walls. He took his time, curling the tip of his tongue to sweep along every ridge and fold, cleaning her from the deepest reachable places outward.
Goku sat up against the headboard on one side of her, one hand resting lightly on her thigh. Vegeta was on the other side, back against the pillows, watching with a quieter expression than usual. Neither of them spoke at first. They simply listened while Bulma's soft voice filled the quiet room.
She kept talking, fingers still threaded through Krillin's short hair as his face stayed buried between her legs.
"I meant what I said last night," she said, looking first at Goku, then at Vegeta. "I was surprised… really surprised… but once it started I didn't want it to stop. You three used me so completely. I felt stretched and full and… owned. And this morning, waking up with Krillin still taking care of me like this… it feels right."
Krillin's tongue pressed deeper. He sealed his mouth over her entrance and sucked gently, drawing out the last thick traces of cum that had settled high inside her. The soft, wet sounds of his careful cleaning filled the pauses between her words. Bulma's hips shifted slightly, not to escape, but to give him better access. She held his head more firmly, guiding him without force.
"Goku," she continued, voice warm, "you were so cheerful the whole time. Even when you were stretching my ass open with Vegeta, you kept talking like it was the most natural thing in the world. It made it easier somehow. I could hear how much you were enjoying using me, and that made me enjoy it more. Thank you for that."
Goku smiled, the same easy grin, but softer now. "You're welcome, Bulma. You felt so good. And looking at you this morning… still a little swollen, still soft… it makes me happy we could give you that kind of night."
Bulma's fingers stroked through Krillin's hair while his tongue worked deeper still. He had pushed as far as the muscle of his tongue would allow, licking along the sensitive inner walls, carefully gathering every remaining drop. Outside, he licked slow, thorough passes over her outer lips, cleaning the dried streaks of blood and cum that had painted her thighs and the soft skin of her mound. He paid special attention to her clit, circling it with the flat of his tongue in gentle, deliberate strokes that made her breath catch without tipping into overstimulation.
"Vegeta," she said next, turning her head toward him. Her voice stayed quiet, almost intimate. "You planned this. You decided this was the gift you wanted to give me. And even though it was brutal… even though I bled and cried… I know you were watching the whole time. Making sure it stayed between us. Making sure I was still yours at the end of it. Thank you for trusting them with me. Thank you for wanting me to feel that completely used."
Vegeta's hand moved to her stomach, resting there heavily but without pressure. His voice was low, stripped of the usual arrogance. "You are my mate. The night was for you. If you are satisfied… then it was correct."
Bulma smiled faintly at the simple words. She kept talking, the soft stream of conversation never really stopping while Krillin continued his careful work between her legs.
"I can still feel how deep you all were," she said quietly. "Krillin's cock was so thick it felt like it was rewriting the shape of me. And the two of you in my ass at the same time… I thought I would break. But this morning, with him cleaning me so gently… it feels like the opposite of breaking. It feels like being put back together carefully."
Krillin lifted his mouth just enough to speak against her wet flesh, voice muffled and warm. "You were so full, Bulma. I'm just taking my time. Want you clean and comfortable." Then his tongue returned, sliding back inside her with the same patient thoroughness. He licked in long, slow strokes, reaching as deep as he could, then withdrawing to clean the outer folds again. He sucked gently on each swollen lip, cleaning every crease, every place where the night's mess had dried.
Bulma's fingers tightened in his hair, holding him there while she kept speaking to the other two.
"I asked for daily last night," she said, a soft laugh in her voice. "I still mean it… but maybe not every single night as hard as that. Maybe some nights just like this. Soft. Taking care of each other after. Krillin's tongue feels so good right now. He's cleaning me inside and outside… and I love how careful he is. It makes me feel safe after everything."
She looked at Goku again. "Would you two stay while he finishes? Just… talk with me. I like hearing your voices while he's doing this."
Goku nodded, shifting a little closer so his shoulder touched hers. "Of course. We can stay as long as you want."
Vegeta remained silent for a moment, then simply said, "We are not leaving."
Bulma's eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds as Krillin's tongue curled deep inside her again, sweeping along the front wall where she was still most sensitive. He was meticulous—licking, sucking, cleaning every trace until the only wetness left was the clean, natural slick of her own body responding to the gentle attention. Outside, he licked her thighs clean, then returned to her outer lips, tracing every swollen curve with the flat of his tongue.
She kept talking, soft and continuous, almost as if the words themselves were part of the care.
"I never thought I'd say this after a night like that… but I feel happy. Really happy. My body is sore in all the deepest places, and I can still feel the shape of all three of you when I shift… but waking up to this, to Krillin taking such gentle care of me, and the two of you just being here… it feels complete. Thank you. Especially you, Krillin. You made the night special in a way I didn't expect. That thick cock of yours… the way you used me so hard… and now the way you're cleaning me so carefully… both of those things mean a lot."
Krillin pressed a soft kiss to her clit, then another to the entrance of her pussy, before sliding his tongue inside once more. He stayed there longer this time, licking in slow, thorough patterns, making sure nothing remained. Bulma's hand stayed in his hair, not pushing, just holding, grounding herself in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Minutes stretched. The only sounds were the soft wet noise of Krillin's careful cleaning and Bulma's quiet voice as she spoke to Goku and Vegeta about small things—how the sunlight looked on the ceiling, how her body felt heavy and warm, how she liked the weight of Vegeta's hand on her stomach and the easy presence of Goku beside her. She thanked them again, softer each time, until the words became almost a low, contented murmur.
At last Krillin lifted his head. His mouth and chin were wet, but his expression was calm and focused. He gave her one last slow lick from bottom to top, then rested his cheek against her inner thigh.
"You're clean," he said quietly. "Inside and out. No more mess. Just you."
Bulma smiled down at him, fingers still gently stroking his hair. "Thank you. That was… perfect. I needed that."
She looked between the three of them, voice still soft but clearer now.
"Will you all take a bath with me? All four of us. I want to soak together. No rushing. Just… being close while the water helps the rest of the soreness fade."
Goku's smile widened. "Yeah. That sounds really nice."
Vegeta gave a short nod. "The large bath. We will go."
Krillin pressed one more gentle kiss to the soft skin of her thigh, then sat up. "I'll run the water. You stay there until you're ready to move."
Bulma stayed reclined for another moment, feeling the clean, warm sensitivity between her legs where Krillin's mouth had been so careful. The night's brutality was still written in the faint aches deep inside her, but the morning had rewritten it into something quieter, something cared-for.
She reached out, touching each of them in turn—Goku's hand, Vegeta's forearm, Krillin's shoulder—and spoke one last soft line before they helped her up.
"Thank you. All of you. For the night… and for this morning. I feel happy."
They moved together toward the large bathroom, the four of them, the morning light following them down the hall. The bath would be warm. The water would be shared. And for a little while longer, the world outside the locked door of Capsule Corp would remain exactly as distant as they needed it to be.
**Capsule Corp – Large Bathroom – Morning**
The oversized bathtub was already half-full when they stepped in. Steam rose in thick clouds. Warm water lapped at the porcelain edges. Bulma stood on shaky legs, still naked, still marked, still faintly sticky in places Krillin's tongue had not reached. She looked at the three of them—Goku, Vegeta, Krillin—and her voice came out low, clear, and hungry.
"I asked for the bath… but I don't want soft anymore. I want it hard again. Extreme. Intense. Brutal. Humiliate me. Use me in this water the same way you used me last night. Stretch me. Ruin me. Make me moan until I can't think. We only have one hour. After that everyone starts waking up and we have to clean the bedroom so no one suspects. So don't hold back. Fuck me until I can't walk properly."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed with dark approval.
"You ask for it, woman. Then you will get it."
Krillin's thick cock was already hardening under the water, the massive fifteen-inch length rising against his stomach. Goku's grin was cheerful and filthy at the same time.
"One hour. We'll make it count."
They pulled her into the deep tub. Water sloshed over the sides. Bulma was forced onto her knees in the center, the warm water reaching mid-chest. Krillin moved behind her first. He gripped her hips hard, lined up that monstrous cock, and drove the entire length into her still-tender pussy in one brutal thrust.
Bulma's scream echoed off the tiles.
"Aaaahhh—fuck! So deep—Krillin—your cock is splitting me open again—!"
He fucked her without mercy, long savage strokes that forced the water to splash violently around them. The thick shaft dragged her swollen inner walls with every pull-out and slammed against her cervix on every thrust. Blood-tinged water clouded faintly around her thighs.
"Take it, birthday slut," Krillin growled, voice crude and relentless. "You asked for brutal. Your pussy's still red and soft from last night and I'm stretching it wider. Feel how deep I am? Feel your cunt clinging to every inch?"
"Yesss—ahh—ahh—so thick—so deep—I'm moaning already—don't stop—ruin me—!"
Goku moved in front of her, kneeling so the water came to his waist. He grabbed her hair and forced her mouth open.
"Open wide, Bulma. Cheerful service." He shoved his thick cock past her lips and into her throat in one smooth motion. Bulma gagged, eyes watering, but she moaned around the shaft, the vibrations traveling up Goku's length.
Vegeta climbed onto the wide edge of the tub behind Krillin, then leaned down and spat on her exposed asshole. Two thick fingers forced in first, scissoring her open under the water, then he replaced them with his cock. He drove in hard, burying himself balls-deep in her ass while Krillin continued pounding her pussy.
Triple penetration in the bathtub. Water churned. Bulma's body jerked between them.
Her moans were loud, continuous, broken.
"Mmmph—ahh—fuck—both holes—full again—Goku's cock in my throat—Krillin splitting my cunt—Vegeta in my ass—I'm your whore—use me—humiliate me—!"
Vegeta's voice was arrogant and cold even while he fucked her.
"Listen to you beg. My mate asking to be ruined in the bath. Worthless blue-haired fucktoy. Your ass is still loose from last night and I'm stretching it further. Feel both of us rubbing inside you through that thin wall?"
"Yesss—I feel it—ahh—ahh—so full—so stretched—I'm moaning so much—don't stop—harder—!"
They rotated positions without ever leaving her empty for more than seconds.
Standing in the deep water: Goku held her under the arms, lifting her so her back was against his chest. He speared her ass from below while Krillin stepped in and drove that fifteen-inch cock straight up into her pussy. Vegeta stood to the side and face-fucked her, holding her head steady while she moaned and gagged around him.
Bulma's voice was a constant stream of broken moans and filthy words.
"Ahh—ahh—ahh—so deep in both holes—Krillin's cock is punching my womb—Goku's stretching my ass—Vegeta's cock tastes so good—I'm your shared breeding slut—humiliate me more—call me names—fuck me harder—!"
Krillin slammed up into her with wet, heavy impacts that sent water cascading over the rim.
"Listen to this dripping cunt moan. You're so loud. Everyone would hear if the walls weren't thick. Birthday whore can't even take a bath without getting her holes destroyed."
"I love it—ahh—I love being destroyed—keep talking—keep fucking—I'm so full—!"
They switched again.
Prone over the edge of the tub: Bulma was bent forward, upper body hanging out of the water, tits pressed against the cool tile floor. Krillin mounted her from behind and drove that thick cock into her pussy with brutal force, each thrust making her moan into the floor. Vegeta and Goku took turns using her mouth and then both pressed their cocks into her already-stretched ass side by side, double-penetrating her while Krillin owned her cunt.
Bulma's moans turned into long, continuous wails.
"Aaaahhh—two cocks in my ass—Krillin in my pussy—I'm so stretched—it burns—it feels so good—I'm your fucktoy—your cum-dump—your ruined birthday slut—don't stop—use me until I can't walk—!"
Vegeta's voice was pure humiliation.
"Look at you. Bent over the tub like a cheap whore. Ass gaping around two cocks, pussy bleeding a little again around Krillin's monster. You asked for this. You're nothing but a set of holes we use when we want."
Goku's cheerful filth never faded.
"You're taking us so well, Bulma! Water's getting cloudy from how much you're leaking. Keep moaning. I love hearing you."
"I'm moaning because it feels so good—ahh—ahh—so brutal—so deep—I'm going to come—don't stop—ruin me more—!"
They kept going, the clock in the corner of the bathroom ticking steadily toward the one-hour mark.
Mating press in the shallow end: Krillin laid her on her back on the built-in bench, folded her legs up to her shoulders, and drove that fifteen-inch cock into her pussy so deep her belly bulged under the water. Vegeta and Goku knelt on either side of her head, alternating between her mouth and her hands, making her stroke and suck while she was being pounded.
Bulma's dialogue poured out between moans.
"Krillin—your cock is so fucking deep—I can feel it in my stomach—ahh—Goku, give me your cock in my mouth—Vegeta, talk to me—humiliate me—tell me how broken I am—!"
Vegeta leaned down, voice low and cruel.
"You're a dripping, moaning mess. Pussy stretched around that thick cock, throat full, hands working us. One hour and you're already shaking. When we're done you won't walk straight. You'll limp and everyone will think you're just sore from training. No one will know you spent the morning as our bathtub whore."
"Yesss—I want that—ahh—I want to limp—I want to feel you for days—fuck me harder—fill me—humiliate me more—!"
Krillin's thrusts turned savage, water exploding around them with every impact.
"Cunt's so soft and ruined already. I'm going to keep this cock buried until you come on it, then I'm going to fill you again. Loud moans, Bulma. Let us hear how much you love being used."
"I'm coming—ahh—ahh—fuck—I'm coming on your thick cock—don't stop—keep ruining me—!"
They did not stop.
Standing spit-roast against the tiled wall: Goku held her upright, cock buried in her ass, while Krillin fucked her pussy from the front and Vegeta took her mouth. Water ran down their bodies. Bulma's moans were constant, broken, filthy.
"Mmmph—ahh—three holes full—I'm your shared toy—your breeding slut—your blue-haired cum-dump—use me—stretch me—I love it—I love being humiliated—!"
Full nelson in the deep water: Goku locked her arms behind her head and held her open. Vegeta and Krillin double-stuffed her pussy—two thick cocks forcing into the already-abused hole at the same time—while Goku's cock stayed buried in her ass. The stretch was extreme. Bulma's screams turned into continuous, high, broken moans.
"Aaaahhh—two cocks in my cunt—one in my ass—I'm so full—I'm going to break—don't stop—keep talking—tell me how ruined I am—!"
Krillin's voice was crude and relentless.
"Look at this pussy taking two of us. Bright red, stretched wide, water turning pink. You're a fucking mess, Bulma. One-hour whore. We're going to fill every hole before the time's up."
Vegeta's arrogant tone cut through the steam.
"My mate. Begging to be double-stuffed in the bath. You're nothing but a wet, moaning set of holes. When this hour ends you'll clean the bedroom on shaky legs and pretend nothing happened. But your body will remember."
Goku's cheerful voice stayed filthy.
"You're so warm and tight even after everything. Keep moaning, Bulma. We're almost at the end of the hour and we're going to come inside you again."
Bulma's voice was pure surrender and lust.
"Yes—come inside me—fill me—ruin me—I want to feel it leaking while we clean—I want to limp—I want to remember every second—ahh—ahh—I'm your slut—your fucktoy—your happy, ruined, moaning birthday whore—!"
They came hard and deep in the final minutes.
Krillin flooded her pussy with a thick, heavy load, still buried to the hilt, grinding through the orgasm so the cum was forced as deep as possible. Vegeta unloaded in her ass at the same time, pulsing hard. Goku pulled from her mouth and painted her tongue and lips, then pushed back in so she swallowed the rest. They stayed locked inside her for long seconds, letting the water wash around the places where cum leaked out in thick white clouds.
When they finally pulled free, Bulma collapsed against the side of the tub, legs trembling, unable to stand on her own. Her pussy and ass gaped faintly under the water, cum still slowly leaking. She could not walk properly. Every step would be a limp.
Vegeta checked the clock.
"Fifty-eight minutes. We stop now."
Krillin's voice was still rough but quieter.
"We clean the bedroom fast. Sheets, mattress, everything. No evidence."
Goku helped support Bulma's weight as they climbed out.
"You okay to walk a little?"
Bulma's voice was hoarse from moaning, but clear.
"I'll limp. That's fine. I asked for it. Thank you… for giving me exactly what I wanted again."
They dried quickly. Bulma leaned heavily on Goku and Krillin while Vegeta went ahead to start stripping the ruined bed. The hour was over. The house would soon be awake. The four of them moved through the quiet halls with purpose—cleaning, erasing, making sure no one would ever suspect what had happened in the bathtub that morning.
Bulma's legs shook with every step.
She smiled through it.
**Capsule Corp – Master Bedroom – Morning, Immediately After the Bath**
Bulma sat on the wide leather sofa near the window, legs spread, still naked, still trembling from the bathtub hour. Her hair was damp, her skin flushed, and her pussy was swollen, puffy, and glistening with fresh arousal mixed with the last traces of bathwater and cum. She pointed a finger at Goku and Vegeta, voice firm even while her thighs quivered.
"You two. Clean everything. Sheets, mattress protector, floor, anything that smells like last night or this morning. Make it perfect. No one can suspect a thing when the kids and Chi-Chi and Eighteen start moving around. Krillin stays with me."
Vegeta's eye twitched, but he nodded once.
"As you order, woman."
Goku already had an armful of the ruined top sheet.
"Got it. We'll make it spotless."
Krillin dropped to his knees between Bulma's open thighs without being told. He settled in, hands sliding under her ass to tilt her hips forward, and buried his face against her cunt. His tongue dragged a long, slow, deliberate lick from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit, then pushed inside her.
Bulma's head fell back against the sofa. A loud, shameless moan tore out of her.
"Aaaahhh—Krillin—your tongue—so deep already—yes—just like that—don't stop—suck me—clean me with your mouth—!"
Krillin sealed his lips around her entrance and sucked hard, drawing out the remaining mix of water, cum, and her own slick. His tongue fucked in and out of her in steady, thorough strokes, curling against her front wall, then flattening to lap at her outer lips. He was loud about it—wet, obscene sucking sounds filled the room while Goku and Vegeta stripped the bed.
Goku paused with a pillowcase in his hands, looking over.
"Hey Krillin… how does it feel? Sucking her pussy like that after everything we did? Cleaning her with your tongue?"
Krillin pulled back just enough to speak against her wet folds, voice muffled and thick.
"Feels fucking amazing. She's so soft and swollen. Still a little puffy from my cock and from both of you. Tastes clean from the bath but she's already getting wet again for me. Her clit is so sensitive—every time I suck on it she jumps. And inside… warm, silky, gripping my tongue like she doesn't want me to leave."
He dove back in, tongue plunging deep, sucking hard. Bulma's moans rose higher.
"Mmmmm—ahh—ahh—yes—he's describing it while he does it—fuck—Krillin—your tongue is so good—deeper—suck harder—I'm dripping on your face—!"
Vegeta yanked the fitted sheet off with more force than necessary, jaw tight.
"Focus on the cleaning, Kakarot. We do not have all morning."
Bulma's eyes cracked open. She looked straight at her husband while Krillin's tongue kept working inside her. Her voice was breathy, moaning between every few words.
"My stupid husband Vegeta never sucks my pussy. Not once. Not in all the years we've been together. He'll fuck me until I can't walk, he'll fill me, he'll order me around… but he never puts his mouth on me. Never cleans me with his tongue. Never makes me feel like this."
Vegeta froze with a blanket in his hands.
"I… have my reasons, woman."
Goku was stuffing the dirty sheets into a laundry capsule, but he glanced over again, curious.
"What reasons, Vegeta? Come on, we're all here. Krillin's face-deep in her and she's moaning like crazy. How come you never do this?"
Krillin chose that moment to suck Bulma's clit between his lips and flick it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Bulma's hips bucked.
"Aaaahhh—fuck—yes—right there—don't stop—Vegeta, answer them while he sucks me—I want to hear your excuses while I'm getting my pussy worshipped—!"
Vegeta's face darkened. He started stripping the mattress protector with sharp, efficient movements.
"A Saiyan prince does not… lower himself in that manner. It is unnecessary. My cock is sufficient. You have never complained when I use you."
Bulma laughed through a long, broken moan as Krillin pushed two fingers inside her alongside his tongue, curling them while he licked.
"Never complained? I just never asked out loud because I knew you'd make some prideful excuse. Look at Krillin. He's on his knees, tongue buried in me, sucking out every drop, and I'm shaking. This is what it feels like to be taken care of after being ruined. Something my 'prince' husband has never given me."
Krillin lifted his mouth long enough to answer Goku's earlier question more fully, lips shiny.
"It feels intimate, Goku. Different from fucking her. When I'm inside her with my cock I'm stretching her, owning her, making her take it. With my tongue I'm learning every fold. I can feel how swollen she still is from last night and the bath. I can taste how she's getting sweeter the more I suck. Her thighs keep trying to close around my head but she forces them open so I can go deeper. And the sounds she makes… pure addiction."
He buried his face again, tongue plunging deep, nose pressed against her clit while he sucked. Bulma's moans turned continuous.
"Mmmmm—ahh—ahh—ahh—he's so good—Vegeta, are you listening? Your friend is cleaning my pussy with his mouth better than you ever even tried. Goku, ask him more—I love hearing him talk while he does it—!"
Goku had moved to wiping down the headboard and nightstands with a damp cloth, but he kept glancing over.
"Okay, Krillin—what's it like when you push your tongue in as deep as it can go? Does she squeeze you? And how does she taste right now after the bath and everything?"
Krillin answered without pulling away, words vibrating against her soaked flesh.
"She squeezes hard. Little flutters every time I hit that spot on the front wall. Taste is clean… warm… a little salty from the leftover cum that was too deep for the bathwater, but mostly just her. Sweet and musky. I could stay here for hours. Her clit is so swollen it's like a little berry against my tongue. Every time I suck it she soaks my chin."
Bulma's fingers tangled in Krillin's hair, holding him tightly in place. Her moans grew louder, more shameless.
"Yesss—soak his chin—I'm so wet—Vegeta, still waiting on better excuses. Why have you never done this to me? Be honest while your friend eats me out on our sofa."
Vegeta was on his knees now, scrubbing a faint stain on the floor near the bed with aggressive circular motions. His voice was stiff.
"It is… not a warrior's place. Mouth is for speaking orders and for kissing you when I choose. Not for… that. Besides, you climax sufficiently on my cock. There was never need."
Bulma's laugh turned into a high moan as Krillin sucked her clit hard and flicked it side to side.
"Sufficiently? Listen to me right now. I'm moaning louder for his tongue than I ever have for just your cock alone. Goku, keep asking him questions. I want the whole conversation while I'm getting my pussy sucked clean and worshipped."
Goku finished wiping the nightstand and started on the dresser, still fully engaged in the talk.
"Krillin, how does it feel knowing she's this wet just from your mouth? And does it feel different doing it in front of us while we're cleaning?"
Krillin pulled back for a breath, licking his shiny lips, then answered while rubbing his thumb in slow circles over her clit.
"It feels powerful in a different way. My cock ruins her. My tongue makes her melt. She's dripping down my wrist right now. And doing it while you two clean… it's hot. She's so open about it. No shame. Just sitting here ordering you around and making me suck her while she talks about how Vegeta never does this. Makes me want to go even deeper."
He pushed his tongue back inside her, long and deep, fucking her with it in steady rhythm. Bulma's hips rolled against his face.
"Aaaahhh—deeper—yes—fuck me with your tongue—Vegeta, your excuses are weak. 'Not a warrior's place'? You're a prince who spent last night and this morning sharing me with your friends until I bled and limped. But tongue is too much for your pride? That's stupid. Admit it."
Vegeta stood, gathering the last of the dirty linens into another capsule. His voice was lower, almost defensive.
"I prefer to take you. To fill you. To leave you marked by my cock, not by my mouth. It is… preference. Not inability."
Bulma's eyes locked on him while Krillin kept sucking and licking without pause. Her moans punctuated every sentence.
"Preference. Right. Meanwhile Krillin is on his knees making me see stars with just his mouth. Goku, you ever suck Chi-Chi like this? Be honest."
Goku actually blushed a little while he wiped down the foot of the bed.
"Sometimes. She likes it. Not as long as Krillin's going right now, but yeah. Feels nice when she gets all soft and shaky."
Krillin spoke into Bulma's cunt again, voice wet and muffled.
"It's the best way to take care of her after we've been rough. She was stretched and used for hours. Now she gets this. Soft. Thorough. I can feel every little aftershock when I lick deep. She's close already just from my tongue."
Bulma's thighs trembled hard around his head.
"I am—ahh—I'm so close—don't stop—keep talking—all of you—keep the conversation going while he sucks me—Vegeta, any more excuses or are you just going to watch your friend make me come with his mouth?"
Vegeta had moved to the bathroom doorway, checking that the tub was drained and wiped, but he answered from there.
"I am cleaning as ordered. That is all. If you wish for… that… in the future, we may discuss it. Privately."
Bulma's laugh was broken by a long, rising moan.
"Privately. Sure. After Krillin has already shown me what I've been missing for years. Keep sucking, Krillin—right there—your tongue is perfect—Goku, ask him how my pussy feels when I start clenching."
Goku was now on the floor wiping baseboards, but he looked over with genuine curiosity.
"Yeah, Krillin—how does it feel when she starts squeezing your tongue? Describe it."
Krillin doubled his efforts, tongue plunging deep, lips sealed, sucking hard while his nose rubbed her clit. He answered in short, muffled bursts between licks.
"Tight—hot—little pulses—like she's trying to pull my tongue deeper—getting wetter—sweeter—she's going to come on my face any second—"
Bulma's back arched. Her moans turned into continuous, high, shameless cries.
"Yesss—I'm coming—ahh—ahh—Krillin—your tongue—I'm coming on your mouth—don't stop—suck me through it—Vegeta, watch—this is what you've never given me—fuck—!"
She came hard, thighs clamping around Krillin's head, hips grinding against his face while he kept licking and sucking without mercy, drawing out every pulse. Her juices flooded his tongue and chin. He stayed there, cleaning her through the orgasm, tongue gentle now but still thorough, licking up every drop.
Goku had stopped cleaning for a few seconds just to watch, a soft smile on his face.
"Wow. That looked intense. You okay, Bulma?"
Bulma's chest heaved. She kept her fingers in Krillin's hair, holding him loosely against her still-twitching pussy.
"More than okay. That was perfect. Krillin… thank you. You keep taking such good care of me with your mouth."
Krillin pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her clit, then to her entrance, then rested his cheek on her inner thigh, still close enough that his breath ghosted over her wet skin.
"Anytime. You taste even better when you come."
Vegeta returned from the bathroom with a final cleaning cloth, voice clipped.
"The room is nearly finished. Mattress is clean. Floor is clean. Linens are in the capsules. No evidence remains."
Bulma looked at him, still flushed, still open, Krillin still between her legs. Her voice was softer now but pointed.
"Good. Because I ordered it. And while you two cleaned, Krillin gave me something you've never bothered to. Remember that next time you want to make excuses."
Vegeta met her eyes for a long second.
"…Noted."
Goku finished the last wipe-down of the nightstand and stood, stretching.
"Everything looks normal. Smells clean. We're good. Nobody's going to suspect a thing."
Bulma slowly closed her thighs around Krillin's head one more time, a gentle, affectionate squeeze, then released him.
"Help me up. I still can't walk right. But I'm satisfied. Very satisfied. Now we all need to get dressed before anyone comes looking."
Krillin stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and offered her his arm. Goku took her other side. Vegeta watched them for a moment longer, expression unreadable, then turned to open the bedroom door and check the hallway.
The four of them moved together—Bulma limping between Goku and Krillin, Vegeta leading—leaving behind a bedroom that looked exactly as it should after an ordinary birthday night.
No one would ever know.
But the conversation, the moans, and the way Krillin's tongue had made her come while her husband cleaned on her orders would stay with all of them.
Capsule Corp – Dining Room – Evening
The long dining table was set for the adults who had stayed after the birthday celebrations. Bulma sat near one end, still dressed in fitted jeans and a soft blouse, legs crossed under the tablecloth that hung low enough to hide everything below the waist. Krillin sat immediately beside her. Across from them and further down, Goku and Vegeta occupied seats near Gohan and Videl. Chi-Chi sat with Goku. Android 18 sat on Krillin's other side. No children were present. The house was quiet except for the clink of utensils and easy conversation.
Krillin's left hand rested casually on the table while he ate with his right. Under the heavy tablecloth his left hand had already slipped into Bulma's lap, found the waistband of her jeans, popped the button, and slid inside her underwear. Two fingers pushed slowly into her still-tender pussy, curling upward.
Bulma's fork paused for half a second. A soft, controlled breath left her. She kept her expression pleasant and joined the table talk as if nothing was happening.
Goku and Vegeta both knew exactly what was going on. They had felt the subtle shift in Bulma's posture, seen the faint flush on her cheeks, and recognized the deliberate way Krillin's arm stayed angled under the table. They said nothing. They simply continued eating and talking while fully aware that Krillin's fingers were buried inside Bulma's cunt right beside them.
Bulma felt the thrill of almost being caught with every slow thrust of those fingers. The risk made her wetter. She squeezed around Krillin's fingers and kept her voice steady.
"So Gohan, how's the research going at the university?" she asked, tone light.
Gohan answered normally. Videl added a comment about Pan's latest training (Pan was not present). Conversation flowed. Chi-Chi talked about dinner plans for next week. All the while Krillin's fingers worked Bulma with steady, secret pressure—sliding in deep, curling against the sensitive front wall, withdrawing almost all the way, then pushing back in.
On his other side, Krillin's right hand—still holding a piece of bread—dropped under the tablecloth for a moment. He found the front of Android 18's jeans, slipped past the button and zipper she had left slightly open for him, and pushed two fingers into her pussy as well. 18 continued feeding herself with calm precision, only the faintest tightening of her thighs showing that she felt him.
Goku and Vegeta had no idea Krillin was fingering both women at once. They only knew about Bulma.
18 kept her expression neutral while Krillin's fingers stroked inside her. She was the only woman he touched this way. She allowed no one else near her. The secret knowledge that her husband had told her every detail of the night with Bulma—how they had used her, how she had asked for more, how she had limped afterward—made 18 feel secure rather than threatened. He had come home and told her everything because she was the only one who mattered. She was happy he shared it. A small, private smile touched her lips.
Krillin withdrew his fingers from 18 first. Under the cover of the tablecloth he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean in one smooth motion while still chewing as if nothing had happened. 18 saw the brief flash of his tongue and the way his eyes flicked to her. A soft blush colored her cheeks. She passed him a knowing, warm smile that said she understood exactly what he had just done and that she liked it. She was only one man's woman, and that man took care of her needs completely.
A minute later, as plates began to empty, Krillin slowly pulled his fingers from Bulma's pussy as well. He brought that hand up under the pretense of wiping his mouth with a napkin and licked those fingers clean too. Bulma watched from the corner of her eye and gave him a small, matching smile—secret, satisfied, thrilled by the risk they had just shared.
Conversation continued for a few more minutes. Then the meal wound down. People began standing, gathering plates, talking about heading home.
Krillin stood with 18. They said their good-nights. Bulma's eyes met 18's for a brief second; 18's expression remained calm and faintly amused. She already knew everything. She was fine with it.
Krillin and 18's House – Later That Night
The living room was quiet. No one else was home. 18 locked the door, turned to her husband, and leaned back against the wall.
"Tell me again," she said, voice low and direct. "How did it feel to fuck Bulma last night and this morning? I want the details. Every position. How wet she got. How she sounded when you stretched her. How she asked for more."
Krillin stepped in close, hands already sliding under her shirt.
"She was tight at first, then she opened up around me. That fifteen-inch cock of mine made her bleed a little when I went all the way in. She moaned the whole time. Begged us not to stop. In the bathtub she ordered us to ruin her again for a full hour. She came hard when I had my tongue in her this morning on the sofa while Vegeta and Goku cleaned the room."
18's breathing deepened. She pushed her jeans and underwear down, stepped out of them, and sat on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs.
"Keep talking. And put your mouth on me while you do it."
Krillin dropped to his knees between her thighs without hesitation. He licked a long, slow stripe from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, then pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it while he continued the story in muffled, wet bursts.
"She took all three of us at once… double anal while I owned her cunt… then all three in her pussy until she was shaking. She told us she loved being ruined. Asked if we could do it daily. This morning she sat on the sofa and made me clean her with my tongue while she told Vegeta he'd never sucked her pussy. She came on my face."
18's fingers slid into his hair, holding him there. Her hips rolled against his mouth.
"Deeper. I want to feel your tongue as far as it can go. Keep describing her. Did she squeeze you the way I do?"
Krillin answered by pushing his tongue as deep as possible, curling it, licking every inner surface, then sucking on her clit while two fingers slid inside her.
"She squeezed hard when she came. Not as strong as you. You're tighter. You always pull me deeper. She tasted good after the bath, but you taste better. Always have."
18 moaned openly, head tipping back.
"Only you. No one else touches me. No one else ever will. You satisfy every need I have. Now use that tongue the way I like—inside and out. Don't stop until I tell you."
Krillin settled in and gave her exactly what she asked for. He licked her thoroughly from the inside out—tongue plunging deep, then sweeping over her outer lips, sucking her clit, returning inside to fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes. He kept talking between licks, giving her every detail she wanted about Bulma's body, her reactions, the way she had limped, the way she had thanked him. 18 listened, moaned, and ground herself against his mouth, completely focused on her husband and the pleasure he was giving her.
She came twice on his tongue before she finally pulled him up and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
"Good," she murmured. "You're mine. Only mine. And I'm glad you told me everything. Now take me to bed and finish what you started."
Krillin lifted her and carried her down the hall. The house stayed quiet. No one else was there. Only the two of them, and the private knowledge they shared.
**Capsule Corp – Master Bedroom – Sunday Night, 9:00 PM to 5:00 AM**
**(Intensified – more brutal, more disgusting)**
Bulma locked the door, killed every sensor, and stood naked in the center of the room. The single dark sheet on the bed was already going to be ruined. Her voice was steady, hungry, and absolute.
"Nine to five. No mercy. I want it more brutal than last time. More disgusting. Stretch me until I tear. Make me bleed. Make me gape. Rotate every hole until I'm a dripping, swollen mess that can't close. When the clock hits five, Krillin stays buried to the root in my cunt, Goku stays locked in my ass, and Vegeta stays close. That's how we sleep. Now ruin me."
Vegeta's eyes were cold.
"You asked for disgusting. You will get it."
Goku's cheerful grin looked almost feral.
"We're going to turn you into a leaking, broken toy."
Krillin's fifteen-inch cock hung heavy and already fully hard, thicker than her forearm, the head dark and leaking a thick string of precum.
"On the bed. Ass up."
She dropped to all fours. Krillin mounted her like an animal, gripped her hips hard enough to leave immediate bruises, and slammed the entire length into her pussy in one vicious thrust. The thick shaft forced her open with a wet, tearing sound. Fresh blood welled around the base almost instantly as her inner walls stretched beyond their limit. Bulma's scream was raw.
"AAAAGHH—FUCK—IT'S TOO THICK—IT'S TEARING ME—!"
He fucked her with long, savage, pile-driving strokes that made her entire body jolt forward. Each impact forced more blood-tinged fluid out around his cock. The wet, meaty slap of his heavy balls against her clit mixed with the filthy squelch of her cunt being destroyed. Goku grabbed her hair, yanked her head up, and forced his cock down her throat until her nose was crushed against his pelvis and spit poured out around the shaft in thick ropes. Vegeta spat a glob of saliva onto her asshole, forced two fingers in roughly, then replaced them with his cock, driving in to the hilt in one brutal shove.
Then the real degradation began.
Goku pulled from her throat. Vegeta pulled from her ass. Both of them pressed their thick cocks against her already-stretched asshole at the same time. The two heads forced in together, stretching her rim into a bright-red, overstuffed ring that looked ready to split. Double anal while Krillin continued slamming her bleeding pussy. The thin wall between her holes was compressed between three thick shafts. Every thrust made her ass and cunt bulge obscenely.
Bulma's moans were broken, wet, and continuous.
"AAAAhhh—two cocks in my ass—Krillin's monster splitting my cunt—I'm bleeding—I can feel it running down my thighs—it hurts so fucking good—don't stop—make it worse—!"
They established the rotation and never broke it for eight straight hours. Every cycle was more brutal and more disgusting than the last.
**9:15 PM – 10:45 PM**
Krillin stayed buried in her cunt, fucking her so hard the bed frame slammed the wall. Blood and juices soaked the sheet under her knees in a growing dark stain. Goku and Vegeta double-penetrated her ass without pause, their cocks sliding against each other inside the ruined channel, stretching her until the rim was swollen, shiny, and leaking a mix of blood, spit, and precum. When one needed her mouth they simply pulled out of her ass—leaving it gaping and dripping—forced her head down, and face-fucked her until thick ropes of spit and precum hung from her chin and dripped onto the sheet. Then they shoved back into her ass so the other could use her throat.
Vegeta's voice was pure contempt.
"Look at this disgusting blue-haired fucktoy. Ass gaping around two cocks, cunt pouring blood on Krillin's dick, throat full of spit. You're a leaking, filthy hole and you begged for it."
Goku's cheerful filth never stopped.
"You're so messy already. Blood and cum and spit everywhere. Keep moaning like that—it makes my cock harder."
Krillin slammed in so deep the head of his cock punched against her cervix and forced another gush of blood-tinged fluid out.
"This pussy is already ruined. Red, swollen, pouring. I'm going to keep stretching it until it never closes right again."
Bulma came the first time with a choked scream, walls clamping down, more fluid squirting out around the thick shaft in messy pulses that mixed with the blood. They fucked her straight through it without slowing.
**10:45 PM – 12:30 AM**
They flipped her onto her back and folded her in half like a ragdoll. Krillin drove into her in a brutal mating press, the fifteen-inch cock making her lower belly bulge with every thrust. Blood and cream painted his shaft and balls. Goku and Vegeta took turns throat-fucking her until her makeup was ruined and thick strings of spit connected her lips to their cocks, then both forced back into her ass at the same time so she was double-stuffed again while Krillin destroyed her cunt.
Bulma's voice was already hoarse.
"AAAAhhh—mating press—I can see the bulge—Krillin's cock is so deep it's in my stomach—two cocks stretching my ass until it burns—I'm coming again—it's so disgusting—I'm pouring—don't stop—talk filthier—!"
Vegeta leaned down and spat directly onto her face.
"Filthy breeding slut. Your holes are ruined and you're still begging. Blood on the sheets, spit on your face, cum already leaking out of you. You're nothing but a set of broken holes tonight."
Goku pushed both of their cocks against her tongue at once so she had to lick them clean of her own ass.
"Taste how filthy you are. Keep coming. Soak the bed."
She came again, harder, body convulsing, a wet gush spraying around Krillin's cock and adding to the growing puddle under her. The sheet was already black with fluid.
**12:30 AM – 2:00 AM**
Standing against the wall. Goku held her up by the thighs, cock buried in her ass. Krillin fucked her bleeding pussy from the front with vicious upward thrusts that forced more blood and cream out in thick dribbles that ran down both their legs. Vegeta face-fucked her until she was choking and drooling. They rotated every few minutes—Krillin to her ass, Goku to her cunt, both of them double-stuffing her pussy while the third used her throat—until her labia were stretched paper-thin and bright red around two thick shafts at once.
Bulma's moans were raw and continuous.
"AAAAhhh—standing—two cocks in my cunt—I'm so stretched I'm going to tear—Krillin's in my ass so deep—I'm coming again—it's running down my legs—I'm a disgusting mess—keep rotating—use me harder—!"
Krillin's voice was pure filth.
"Feel how wide this cunt is now. Two cocks and it's still taking them. Blood and cum pouring out every time we pull back. You're a broken, leaking fuckhole."
Vegeta:
"My mate ordered eight hours of this. You're going to be gaping and unrecognizable by five. Good."
Goku:
"You're dripping on the floor. Come again. Make it louder."
She did—multiple times—each orgasm forcing more fluid out until a slick puddle formed on the floor beneath them.
**2:00 AM – 3:45 AM**
Prone bone, full nelson, piledriver, reverse forced cowgirl. They made her sit on Krillin's cock in her pussy while Goku and Vegeta both forced into her ass from behind, holding her thighs open so the extreme stretch was visible—her rim swollen, red, and shiny, the two shafts stretching her until the skin looked ready to split. Then the most disgusting moment: all three forced into her pussy at once. Krillin's fifteen-inch monster plus Goku and Vegeta's thick cocks stretching her entrance into a single, overstuffed, bleeding hole. Her labia were pulled so wide they were almost flat. Cum, blood, and juices poured out around the three shafts in thick, filthy rivulets.
Bulma's scream was almost a sob.
"AAAAGHHH—THREE COCKS IN MY CUNT—I'M TEARING—IT'S SO DISGUSTING—I CAN FEEL ALL OF YOU—I'M COMING SO HARD I'M SQUIRTING—DON'T STOP—RUIN ME COMPLETELY—!"
Vegeta's voice was pure degradation.
"Look at this ruined hole. Three cocks. Bleeding. Pouring. You're a disgusting, broken cum-dump and you love it."
Goku:
"You're so messy. The sheet is soaked through. Keep coming. We want you dripping from every hole."
Krillin:
"This pussy will never be the same. Good. Take it."
She came again and again, body shaking violently, fluid spraying out around the three cocks in messy, audible gushes.
**3:45 AM – 5:00 AM**
They kept the same brutal rotation—every combination repeated, every hole used until it was swollen, red, and gaping—until the clock hit 5:00. The sheet was a black, reeking swamp of blood, cum, spit, and juices. The air stank of sex and the metallic scent of blood. Bulma's pussy was a bright-red, swollen, gaping mess that stayed open even when empty for a second. Her asshole was the same—puffy, loose, and constantly leaking.
At exactly 5:00 they stopped rotating and simply stayed buried.
Krillin remained locked to the hilt in her bleeding, cum-flooded pussy, arms wrapped tightly around her from the front, the thick shaft still twitching deep inside the ruined channel. Goku pressed against her back, cock buried to the root in her gaping, stretched ass, balls resting against the mess of fluids leaking out of her. Vegeta lay close beside them, one hand resting possessively on her hip, the other stroking her sweat-matted hair.
Bulma's voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from screaming and moaning for eight hours.
"Thank you… I'm destroyed… my cunt and ass are ruined and full and leaking and it feels perfect… don't pull out… stay exactly like this… I want to sleep with Krillin's thick cock still splitting my pussy and Goku's cock still stretching my ass… talk to me a little more… then we sleep…"
Krillin ground against her one last time, forcing another thick pulse of cum as deep as it would go.
"You're so soft and ruined around me now. Used up and perfect. Sleep, Bulma. I'll still be buried when you wake. This disgusting, broken cunt is mine to sleep in."
Goku's voice was warm and filthy.
"Your ass is still gripping me even though it's gaping. I'm not going anywhere. Rest. You're a mess and it's perfect."
Vegeta's voice was low and absolute.
"You asked for eight hours of being rotated, stretched, and ruined. You received it. You're a leaking, filthy, broken toy and you will sleep stuffed. We stay."
Bulma's eyes closed, body completely limp between them, holes still stretched wide and overflowing.
"Good… so disgusting… so perfect… good night…"
They stayed exactly as ordered—Krillin buried deep in her ruined pussy, Goku buried deep in her ruined ass, Vegeta close—while the first gray light of morning touched the edges of the curtains. The door stayed locked. The sheet stayed soaked. The room still stank of everything they had done to her.
No one else would ever know how thoroughly, how brutally, and how disgustingly she had been used from nine until five.
And in the quiet, surrounded by the mess of her own ruin, they finally slept.
**Capsule Corp – Master Bedroom – Monday Morning**
Sunlight cut through the gaps in the curtains. The sheet was a blackened, reeking ruin of dried blood, cum, spit, and juices. Bulma lay on her back, legs loosely open, body marked with bruises and bite marks, pussy still swollen, red, and slightly gaping. Krillin was already between her thighs, tongue buried deep, licking her clean with slow, thorough strokes—inside and out—gathering every remaining trace of the night's mess.
Goku and Vegeta moved around the room in silence at first, stripping the ruined sheet, wiping the floor, opening windows to air out the heavy smell of sex and blood. Goku paused, looking over at Krillin's head working between Bulma's legs.
"Krillin… Vegeta…" Goku's voice was quiet but serious. "Chi-Chi's been complaining for months. Says I'm never rough enough, never lasts long enough, never makes her feel completely used. She's frustrated. What if we do the same thing to her that we did to Bulma? Same brutal, all-night, rotating, humiliating sex. All three of us. Bulma can come too if she wants."
Krillin lifted his mouth from Bulma's cunt just long enough to answer, lips shiny.
"I'm in. If she wants it that extreme, she'll get it."
Vegeta's voice was flat.
"If the woman asks for it, we give it. No half-measures."
Bulma's fingers stayed tangled in Krillin's hair while he returned to licking her. Her voice was still hoarse.
"I'll go with you. I want to watch. I want to help. And I want to be used right alongside her."
They finished cleaning. Plans were made.
**Son Household – Tuesday Night, 9:00 PM**
**(Goten was staying the night at Capsule Corp with Trunks. The house was empty of children.)**
Chi-Chi had left the door unlocked after Goku's message. She stood in the living room in a simple robe, arms crossed, expression a mixture of nerves and hunger.
"You said you'd finally give me what I've been asking for," she said. "No holding back. I want to feel it for days. I want to be used until I can't think."
Bulma stepped forward first, already stripping.
"Then you're getting exactly what I got. Eight hours. Brutal. Disgusting. Rotating every hole. All three of them. And me. Door locks at nine. We stop at five. When it's over, Krillin stays buried in one of us, Goku in the other. That's how we sleep."
Chi-Chi's eyes flicked to the three men—Goku, Vegeta, Krillin—already hard, already stripped. Krillin's fifteen-inch cock looked almost unreal. She swallowed, then nodded once.
"Do it."
The robe hit the floor. They moved.
They forced both women onto the large bed on all fours, side by side. Krillin mounted Chi-Chi first, gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, and drove the entire thick length into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Chi-Chi's scream was immediate and raw.
"AAAAGHH—TOO BIG—IT'S TEARING—!"
Blood welled around the shaft almost instantly. He fucked her with long, savage strokes, balls slapping her clit, pussy lips stretched thin and bright red. At the same time Goku shoved into Bulma's cunt from behind with the same force, while Vegeta moved between them, alternating between forcing his cock into Chi-Chi's ass and Bulma's ass.
Then the rotation began in earnest.
Krillin pulled out of Chi-Chi's bleeding pussy, moved behind Bulma, and slammed into her cunt instead. Goku shifted to Chi-Chi's pussy. Vegeta and whoever was free double-penetrated whichever ass was empty. Mouths were used without pause—cocks shoved down throats until spit poured onto the sheets in thick ropes. Tits were fucked in turn: both women forced onto their backs, tits pressed together, cocks sliding between them while the other two men used their holes.
Chi-Chi's moans were continuous and broken.
"AAAAhhh—Krillin's cock is splitting me—I'm bleeding—Goku, harder—Vegeta, stretch my ass—Bulma, they're using us like toys—I'm coming already—don't stop—!"
Bulma's moans matched hers, louder, filthier.
"Yesss—rotate us—use every hole—Krillin, fuck my cunt the way you fucked hers—Goku, Vegeta, double my ass while he owns her—make us both gaping and dripping—I'm your shared whore and so is she—!"
They kept the cycle relentless: Krillin in one pussy, then the other, then an ass, then a mouth, then between a pair of tits, then back again. Double anal on each woman in turn. Triple attempts on each pussy when the stretch allowed. Blood, cum, and juices soaked the sheets under both of them.
**10:30 PM – 12:30 AM**
Mating presses, piledrivers, full nelsons. Chi-Chi was folded in half while Krillin drove that fifteen-inch cock into her until her belly bulged and blood-tinged cream poured out. Bulma received the same. Goku and Vegeta double-stuffed one woman's ass while the third used her throat, then switched without warning. Both women were made to lick each other's stretched, leaking holes between rotations.
Chi-Chi's voice was raw.
"AAAAhhh—I've never been stretched like this—Krillin's cock is so thick I can feel it in my stomach—Goku, you never fucked me this hard—Vegeta, your cock in my ass with Goku's—I'm coming again—it's so disgusting—keep going—!"
Bulma, face down in Chi-Chi's cunt while being fucked from behind:
"She tastes like blood and cum—keep rotating—use my throat while you stretch her—I'm coming on Krillin's cock again—make us both ruined—!"
The men talked constantly, voices overlapping.
Krillin:
"Two dripping, bleeding cunts and I get to ruin both. Feel how wide you are now, Chi-Chi. Same as Bulma. Never closing the same."
Goku:
"Chi-Chi, you've been complaining for months. This is what you wanted. Take it. Come harder."
Vegeta:
"Two blue-haired and black-haired fucktoys. Both gaping. Both leaking. Exactly as ordered."
**12:30 AM – 2:30 AM**
Standing positions, prone bone, reverse forced cowgirl. They made both women sit on cocks at the same time—Krillin in one pussy, Goku in the other—while Vegeta alternated between their asses and mouths. Then both women were bent over the side of the bed and fucked in every hole in rapid rotation. Tits were slapped, bitten, and fucked until they were covered in precum and spit. Asses were double-penetrated until the rims were swollen, red, and constantly dripping. Pussies were stretched around two cocks at once, then three when possible.
Chi-Chi's moans had become almost continuous screams of pleasure and overload.
"AAAAGHHH—TWO COCKS IN MY CUNT—KRILLIN AND GOKU—I'M TEARING—VEGETA IN MY ASS—BULMA IS LICKING ME—I'M COMING SO HARD I'M SQUIRTING—DON'T STOP—RUIN ME—!"
Bulma, equally wrecked:
"Yesss—same for me—three cocks trying to fit—I'm pouring—Chi-Chi's so wet against my face—keep rotating every hole—we're your disgusting shared whores—fill us—stretch us—make us limp—!"
**2:30 AM – 4:30 AM**
The same brutal cycle repeated without mercy. Every position. Every combination. Krillin fucked both pussies, both asses, both mouths, and both pairs of tits in turn. Goku and Vegeta did the same. The bed was a swamp. Both women came until their bodies shook uncontrollably and their voices were nearly gone.
**4:30 AM – 5:00 AM**
They fucked them through one final, extreme rotation—double anal on both, triple attempts on both pussies, throat-fucking until spit and cum ran down their chests—until the clock hit five.
Then they stopped rotating and stayed buried.
Krillin remained locked to the hilt in Chi-Chi's bleeding, cum-flooded pussy, arms wrapped around her from the front. Goku stayed buried in Bulma's gaping ass, chest pressed to her back. Vegeta lay between them, one hand on each woman. The sheets were destroyed. The room stank of blood, cum, and sex.
Chi-Chi's voice was a broken whisper.
"I've never… been used like this… my cunt and ass are ruined… stay inside… don't pull out…"
Bulma, equally destroyed:
"Same… Krillin in her, Goku in me… perfect… we sleep like this…"
**Morning – 8:00 AM**
Krillin was already between Chi-Chi's thighs, tongue buried deep, licking her clean inside and out with the same thorough care he had given Bulma. After a long while he moved to Bulma and did the same. Both women lay side by side, legs open, moaning softly as he cleaned every trace of the night from their swollen, tender holes.
Goku and Vegeta cleaned the room in silence—stripping sheets, wiping floors, airing out the smell—while Krillin worked.
Chi-Chi's fingers stayed in Krillin's hair while he licked her.
"I've complained for years… this is what I needed… thank you…"
Bulma, watching with half-lidded eyes:
"Told you. Now you know."
Krillin finished cleaning both of them, pressing soft final kisses to each swollen clit, then sat back.
"You're both clean. Inside and out. Rest."
The three men and two women stayed in the quiet house a little longer. No children were present. No one else would ever know how thoroughly, how brutally, and how completely both women had been used from nine until five.
And for the first time in a long time, Chi-Chi's sexual frustration was gone—replaced by the deep, satisfied ache of being completely, disgustingly ruined.