1. Titcage (Chapter 42)


    Date: 6/5/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Body modification, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Lactation, Lesbian, Male Domination, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Pregnant, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: All These Roadworks, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

    Michael went ahead to wait, as the role of the groom demanded, and Fucktwat led her bridal party to the doors of the chapel. She felt like crying, she was so happy and degraded. She could feel Claire, who she had once been, screaming in the back of her mind. She knew Claire had once wanted to be married to a handsome man, and had hoped to look pure and beautiful and virginal. She knew she was raping Claire's dream by dressing like this, mostly naked and in terrible sexual pain, piss and cum and cunt juices on her face and breasts. She was glad she was doing that. Claire deserved it. "It's alright to cry, honey," her father whispered in her ear. Her father was, of course, escorting her up the aisle, to give her away to her new husband like the property she was. "You look prettier when you're crying anyway." She did. It was true. She let her eyes begin to water. She knew they were tears of happiness, and she squelched the thought that they meant anything else at all. As the bridal march began to plan, her father adjusted his trousers and took his cock out. Fucktwat reached down with one hand and took it, and together they began to walk up the aisle, Fucktwat rhythmically pumping her father's dick as they walked. The two of them had practiced this over the last week, to make sure dumb little Fucktwat got it right. Fucktwat's tits hurt from the spikes they were resting on, from being full with milk, and from the chains pulling at her nipples and leading back to her bridesmaids. ...
    Her cunt hurt for the same reason. She was as happy as she could be. She looked around, saw her family, her friends, everyone she had ever known in her life, looking at this degraded, tortured, slut who thought only about her cunt, and she smiled. She was glad they were here to support her in her new life, to approve of it, to agree that it was what she was born to do. Behind her she could hear her bridesmaids moaning in pain and humiliation. Cuntcandy was making little sobbing gasps. Probably she couldn't think about anything but the pain her milk-swollen fuckbags now. Probably she didn't even know where she was. She heard Sluthole start to cry as standing in public made her lose control of her bladder and piss began to gush down her thighs as she walked. Fucktwat had been careful to find and invite Sluthole's parents and family just so they could see this. Up the near altar she could see that Jim was filming everything, and she knew Michael would make each of the girls masturbate to this footage many times in coming days. She was glad there would be a record of the look on Sluthole's face as she pissed in front of her parents. It made Fucktwat even hornier just thinking about it. She wanted to masturbate as she walked - it would be appropriate - but she wasn't sure she could keep the rhythm going on her father's dick if she was pleasuring herself as well. As she neared the altar, she saw the metal dog cage near the front seats. Inside was her mother, naked and crying, with ...
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