Titcage (Chapter 42) - Sex Stories

Titcage (Chapter 42)

... she was schedule to piss herself in public at the wedding. And poor little Rapepuppet - the lesbian formerly known as Amy - lay by herself, rubbing her pussy. Her breasts and twat were still swollen and red with the ant bites Fucktwat had inflicted on her at the hen's night, and she had not been allowed any painkillers. Stimulating her cunt as she was doing must have been extremely painful, but at the same time being horny was basically the only way to make her body release the endorphins to help her manage the pain. Fucktwat smiled at the thought. And of course, Rapepuppet was recently impregnated too, having been repeatedly fucked by the men in Fucktwat's life over the past few days. Fucktwat wondered who the father would turn out to be. She felt weird at the thought it might be her own father who had impregnated Rapepuppet, and that Rapepuppet might give birth to a sister to Fucktwat. But Fucktwat knew that despite her father's intentions, her own baby might be his, so she supposed it didn't matter. She felt an orgasm drawing near, but Slutkitten, responsive to Fucktwat's moods, backed off, not letting Fucktwat cum. Fucktwat moaned, and called Slutkitten a stupid bitch cunt, and begged her to let her orgasm, but Slutkitten ignored her. After some time, Michael came into the bedroom with Fucktwat's father, Ben, and Jim. He stuck his cock in Fuckwat's mouth, and she sucked on it obediently for a few minutes, but before she could make him spurt his delicious semen in her ...

... mouth, he withdrew and began to untie her from the bed. She felt herself, entirely outside of her conscious control, babbling in a little-girl bimbo voice, begging Michael to fuck her, to let her cum, to use her as his fuckpig, but he just slapped her across the face. Fucktwat shut up, grateful he had helped her control herself. She found it so hard to think with her pussy this wet, because after all her brain was in her pussy. The bedroom was in a hotel - the wedding hotel, and the girls were all taken outside - naked, of course - to a private lawn. Here they were sprayed with a high pressure hose to clean them off. Afterwards, the careful process of dressing them appropriately for the wedding was begun. It started with each girl having her tits bound painfully. It was a simply harness connected at the girl's back, which drew rope around the base of her breasts, constricting them and making them bulge lewdly. It hurt Fucktwat a lot - which was good, as she knew being in pain was the natural and appropriate state of a slut's tits - but it was agony for Rapepuppet, with her anti-bitten udders, and for Cuntcandy, with her fuckbags swollen with milk. When they drew the bindings tight, Fucktwat felt a little bit of milk squirt from her nipples like a water gun, and giggled. The clamps on Cuntcandy's boobs prevented the same from happening to her but a little colostrum leaked past the biting metal grips anyway. As Michael worked on the tit bindings, Jim brought the girls cordial. The ...