Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon - Sex Stories

Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... strike lifting up his chair slightly despite his bulk. Mona's foot hurt, but she ignored it. She watched the swinging, red pair in front of her. Jane picked up her pace. "Again. Make him your bitch like I made you mine."

Mona kicked low, in a sweep, so that instead of flattening Chet's testicles against the bottom of the chair, she crashed sideways through them. She ended the swing by pulling her knee up to her chest, then leaning back into a follow-up side kick that sent his balls flying back up and into the chair. Chet jumped in his seat, babbling like a tantruming toddler. His head quaked, his face was blue, but Mona only saw his balls. They turned purple.

Jane was close. She stood, keeping herself on-stage by rubbing her clit. She grabbed two wooden boards, then placed one in front of, and one behind, Chet's balls. She lay on the ground behind Chet's chair, her feet extended under it. She coordinated with Mona to get her feet placed against the board in front. Jane pumped the buzzing dildo into her pussy. She felt climax arriving, and knew just how to finish herself. She yelled, "Stomp him flat!"

Chet was wailing in terror, begging them to stop. He watched as his wife lay in front of him, completely naked, having suffered the worst torture he could imagine. She still looked as stunningly beautiful as ever. The television played a scene of Jane taking his cock in her ass while she had her feet up in the air, resting against his face while he licked her toes. His balls burst between the boards, crushed to castration by the only two women he's ever loved. He passed out. Eventually, he'd awake to a terrible pain, but fortunately not the worst pain of his life. Shock would help him in that regard. The paramedics would fail to salvage him.

Jane left, keeping the shock remote, but the threat only worked until she was out of range and they'd remove the collars. She left the happy couple alone to pick up the pieces.