Titcage (Chapter 42) - Sex Stories

Titcage (Chapter 42)

... girls drank an enhanced cordial these days - no added sugar or flavour, just a straight mix of urine, cunt juices, semen and aphrodisiac. Fucktwat liked this one better anyway. It felt more appropriate. She wasn't sure she needed more aphrodisiacs - she was already unable to think about anything but sexual pleasure - but she drank it anyway like the obedient slut she was. After the girls' tits were bound, the men took out their cocks and pissed on the girls' breasts. Michael explained he would have liked to piss in their hair, or make them wear piss-soaked clothes, or wear waterproof bras so their tits would swim in a pool of urine, but it was important that the girls look sexy and fuckable to Fucktwat's family and friends, and urine might ruin that appearance and make them look completely worthless. (Sluthole, who knew she was going to wet herself at the wedding, looked particularly miserable at this.) So the men were settling for bathing the girls' tits in piss, so they would at least have some evidence of their role as toilets as Fucktwat walked down the aisle. Fucktwat giggled happily as the stream of warm piss from her father's cock bathed her fuckballoons. Today was so good. She was being treated exactly as she deserved. Once the men's bladders were empty and the girls' breasts were dripping with warm, yellow liquid, the dressing continued. Each girl received a vibrating butt-plug that hummed noisily and distractingly in their anus. Each girl also had a painfully ...

... heavy weight clipped to their clitoris, which hung by a fine chain between their legs, swinging back and forth with each step and tugging their clit along with it. The weight would occasionally vibrate from within, and the vibrations would travel back up the taut chain to the girl's clit. There was no clit weight for Fucktwat, but she didn't wonder why. Imagination wasn't for sluts. Next was makeup. Each girl was asked to rub her face vigorously in the cunt of another girl, to get a thick layer of cunt juices smeared across her face. Then, being careful not to disturb the slut honey, a hired makeup artist worked to make each girl look as rapeable and desirable as possible. Hairdressers teased each girl's hair into a sexual, elegant style. The dresses came next. Each was fairly minimalist. There was no coverage around the waist and lower chest. Michael would have liked corsets, but they were not safely compatible with the very pregnant bellies of Cuntcandy and Fucktwat, so for consistency he left all the girls naked in this area. Instead they wore a kind of white, lacy half-bra. It looked much like a bra, with white lace straps over the shoulders and a cinch behind the back, and it sat comfortably over the tit binding, but instead of concealing any part of the breast it merely sat beneath the tits, lifting them up and offering them to the audience. None of the girl's titflesh was obscured from view. The cups themselves that supported the breasts were lined on the inside with tiny ...