Except for the taste of the cum, being a giant cunt was pretty great at first. But it wasn't long until something began to change. Little by little, the orgasms from getting fucked by the giant dicks became weaker. After the first week, sometimes you don't even get off at all, though usually the next cock to fill you finishes the job. But by the next week, you stop getting off at all; it feels good, but it always ends in frustration. Even that weakens day by day. At the same time, you taste the cocks and their gallons of semen even more keenly.
By the end of your first month, there's no pleasure to be had; just a train of giant, unwashed dicks dumping load after load into you, roughly and unpleasantly forcing themselves into you, wearing your sensitive opening raw. The smell of the room is unbearable, and you only get hosed out monthly.
Without the pleasure to keep you distracted, the loneliness sets in. The queen never spoke another word to you even to taunt you. She came and spent a day there as a pussy herself, but quickly left, ignoring, or not hearing, your words to her. No one else talks to you or hears you, either. You see new arrivals come over the years, some seeming to look forward to their new life, most brought crying and begging for anything but this. The queen never shows pity; but you're still jealous that she at least talks to them; she even continues to talk to some of them for years. Why not you? Why has she abandoned you?
The new arrivals do have one thing in common with you: none of them ever leave.
This is it. Whatever you could have done, could have been, that's gone forever. You never see anyone you care about again, you never leave that room, and you never taste anything other than rancid cum.
You scream, unheard, for someone to save you. No one does.