Setsun vision was clouding as the monster continued to pound into him, his insides being so used and ravaged that he felt as if he might pass out at any moment. His cock was hard again, for the pheremones and the stimulation, and he could feel another orgasm building. Still, it might as well have been happening to someone else, a hundred miles away as far as his mind was aware. His breath was caught in his chest, his body loose and limpen. He looked to the crowd, begging silently with his eyes for mercy as the phallus just kept moving inside him, back and forth, the rape seeming to be unending.