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

    After that Cuntcandy made only low agonised moans as she suckled on her uncle's cock and allowed her milk to be squeezed out. When Fucktwat's cunt was mostly cleaned of sperm, she relaxed her bladder and pissed into Slutkitten's mouth. It felt loving and intimate to do this, especially in front of so many people. Slutkitten obediently and affectionately drank it all. By the time Fucktwat's bladder was empty she felt an orgasm approaching. There was nobody here to stop her from having it, but at the end of the day Fucktwat really was a good, obedient slut, and the only person who was supposed to make her cum today was her husband. Her mind clouded with arousal, she pulled her cunt away from the pleasurable tongue, staggered back from her girlfriend, and then slapped Slutkitten across the face for having almost made her cum. Loving girls hurt each other, she knew, and displayed each other for the entertainment of men, so Slutkitten would be able to feel the love in that slap. And the blush and smile on Slutkitten's face told her she was right. With that done, there was nothing left to join her fiancé at the altar and say her vows. No woman approached a man as an equal, of course, so for this final few feet Fucktwat dropped to all fours and crawled to Michael's feet. She felt more like an animal than a human. She remembered a conversation she had had with Michael the other night about Bitchmelons, as he raped her. She had said it would be funny to make Bitchmelons marry an ...
    actual dog, and suck its cock at her wedding and let it fuck her, and then make her live in a kennel with it for the rest of her life. Michael had liked the idea and said he would make it happen. Bitchmelons didn't know yet. Fucktwat felt proud of her idea. Bitchmelons would be so happy. When Fucktwat reached Michael, she knelt at his feet and looked up at him with adoring eyes. He looked down at her, ignoring her eyes, of course, and focusing on her swollen tits. She felt proud to have such big slutty tits. She remembered at her hen's night that she had made Bitchmelons get a boob job, and that anything she did to her bridesmaids that night was going to get done to her. Would Michael give her even larger breasts? Big obscene ones that made it impossible for her to ever pretend to me a normal girl again? The thought thrilled her even as part of the back of her mind - the Claire part - panicked and felt sick. Michael took his cock out of his suit pants, and Clare gratefully took it in her mouth, suckling on it as the celebrant began to speak. "Gentlemen and whores," the celebrant said, "We are gathered here today to yoke this rapeable fuckslut to this man as his lawful property, and to celebrate the final affirmation of this slutty little bitch's place as a subservient toy for a very special man. A marriage is a very special occasion, because it is a formal ceremony by which we strip a female of her final independence, and give over her vestigial rights to think, to control her ...
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