Titcage (Chapter 41) - Sex Stories

Titcage (Chapter 41)

... there's no reason they need to enjoy being fucked," Michael went on. Fucktwat could feel her pussy wettening at the thought of hurting other sluts. The idea made her very horny. "You can use them however you like to make you cum as well," said Michael. "You can orgasm as many times as you like. And if you need props, we have an extensive collection of toys and oddities for you to use. But you need to know one thing, my little slut." Fucktwat looked up at him. She wished he'd stop talking so she could start raping her friends. "Everything you do to these girls tonight will be done to you on your honeymoon. There is no pain that you can give out tonight that you will not receive back." Somewhere inside Fucktwat, she panicked. She knew that she was broken. She knew that, with her pussy this wet, she was going to hurt and rape her friends and make them scream and cry. She didn't want to feel that pain herself, but she knew she couldn't resist her cunt and its urge to hurt and degrade other sluts. She tried to control herself. Maybe she could be good to her friends? Then she saw the little chain leading from Sluthole's clit to the floor, and how it was pulling on her clitoris, and how Sluthole looked like she might cry, and she gave in. She wanted to hurt and rape Sluthole very badly. The sexy bitch had bullied and degraded her and now Fucktwat could do anything she liked to the slutty little brunette. She crawled across to Sluthole and started by slapping the slut hard across ...

... both cheeks. Then she kissed Sluthole, unclipped her clitoris from the floor, pushed her down, and positioned her cunt over Sluthole's mouth. She wanted to start with a good tongue licking, followed by pissing into Sluthole's mouth. She pinched cruelly at Sluthole's clit as the girl tongued her to orgasm. Once Fucktwat had had her first orgasm on Sluthole's face, and emptied her bladder into the slut's mouth, she had a good idea of how she wanted to torture the bitch. She remembered how Sluthole had always assaulted her in the toilets, had pissed on her legs and made her urinate humiliatingly in front of her. Pussy still wet, Fucktwat crawled across to Michael and explained her idea while nuzzling her face against his dick, and he agreed that it was something Titcage could make happen. Sluthole cried when she was told what would happen to her. Titcage would implant a chip between her urethra and vagina. If Sluthole pissed while standing up, while the microphones in the chip could hear multiple male voices, it would reward her by vibrating pleasantly against her G-spot. If it detected her urinating at any other time, it would give her a painful electrical shock. Over time, she would find she would not be able to relax her bladder unless she was standing up, in public, near men, and that when she did meet those conditions she would have almost no control over her need to piss. It would turn her into a dirty slut-animal who habitually pissed in public. Michael assured Fucktwat that ...