Titcage (Chapter 41) - Sex Stories

Titcage (Chapter 41)

... he would keep Sluthole isolated in the twelve hours leading up to the wedding, ensuring that she would wet herself as she stood in front of all Fucktwat's family and friends. Fucktwat had already forgotten Michael's warning. Her pussy was throbbing wet at the sort of making Sluthole into a stupid pissing bitch. She didn't consider the idea that the same thing would be done to her on her honeymoon. Instead, she crawled over to Cuntcandy (her sister) and Slutkitten (her lover). Her tits were achingly full of milk, so she offered one to each of the girls (first removing her sister's gag) and stroked their hair as they gently sucked the milk from her udders. She couldn't help making little "moo" sounds, as she had been trained to do, but it felt so good she didn't care. The relief from her tit pain, and the site of her sister's breasts swollen with their own pregnancy, gave her an idea, which she explained to Michael. She wanted her sister to not be milked for 36 hours leading up to the wedding, with clamps placed on her nipples for the last 12. The pain in her bloated fuckbags should be excruciating by the time of the wedding, and even more painful when the clamps were finally removed and her tits roughly hand-squeezed afterwards. She felt a little bad for hurting her sister that way, so she instructed Sluthole to lick her sister's pussy while she herself moved on to Rapepuppet. She remembered when Rapepuppet had been called Amy. She had been a lesbian, who liked dominating ...

... other girls, and she had loved Elena. It was a shame she had never worked for Titcage, where she would have been allowed to dominate all the girls she wanted, Fucktwat thought. Rapepuppet still called herself a lesbian, and she cried when men fucked her, but Fucktwat knew that was a silly way for Rapepuppet to describe herself. Being a lesbian was about who *she* wanted to fuck, and who she wanted to fuck was irrelevant - she was female, and her place in life was therefore to be fucked by whoever wanted to use her. Fuctkwat kissed Rapepuppet for a bit while she thought about how to torture the girl. Rapepuppet's tits were small, which ruled out a lot of ideas, but her cunt was delightful, with a prominent clitoris and a lovely taste. She told Michael she wanted to see Rapepuppet fucked until she was pregnant, which Michael agreed was a good idea, but it wasn't Fucktwat's actual torture idea. She had a different thought, and was delighted that Michael would be able to provide the components. She got Elena and Bitchmelons to hold Rapepuppet down on the floor, nude with her legs spread, and then she smeared honey over Rapepuppet's breasts and vulva, taking care to get a bit up inside her sluthole. Then, to Rapepuppet's horror, Michael produced a small jar filled with biting ants. Fucktwat giggled and masturbated as the ants were poured over Rapepuppet's most sensitive areas and began to bite at her. Rapepuppet screamed and bucked, particularly when some of the ants got up inside her ...