☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's bondage and incest and cheating and images of extreme sex. Questionable consent, actual non consent and blackmail and there is verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment. Free speech.
DONT DO THIS. Hell, it's best for most of you not even to play this way. If you are considering trying this for real. Just stop. Get Help. Talk to a professional. This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves and a faithful wife. NOT REAL.
Also - Don't get all offended over a fantasy. This is not a personal attack on you, your beliefs or your morals. If it isn't your thing. Move on. No need to comment.
Nothing like opening my eyes and staring into the blank face plate of the fuckslave bound in the middle of the bed from the night before. Sometimes it was my fucksow called Hole. All gimped up, tits tied tightly at the base, long nipples pulled together and tied tightly with ribbon, dried cum coating its open mouth and chin. Poor Hole....used as a fucksow again and still not allowed to cum. Sometimes it was the "thing". A permanently faceless fucktoy kept half starved and constantly in strict bondage. I bet its arms are completely useless now that its been kept in this position so long. It hasn't been allowed to even walk upright for months now. My sexy wife has definitely gotten onboard with my fantasy of fucking it into a wheelchair. Well, we use a wheelbarrow to take it to the barn when necessary now. So definitely its on its way to being a complete basket case. The best mornings are when I remembered to uncover its eyes the night before.
I enjoy looking at its eyes and whispering "Only X more days until your son breeds your nasty snatch." or
"we're just getting started on changing you bitch. Eventually you'll lose the use of your eyes, arms and legs permanently. That's the goal anyway.
I think we will get there. Then you'll never be anything but three holes and two tits. A wet hole for your own son's cum. Basically, just an old crusty sock. I hope he's successful in breeding you."
The cheating whore actually orgasms if you rub its pierced clitty while you whisper sweet nothings like that in its ear. I do it a lot. Make it cum. Keeps the ol' babykiller lubed and adds to the crushing shame it lives in daily. Gives it something to think about during those long hours in the closet when it's not being used.
I love keeping slaves.
Thing was definitely here against its will, but I'd paid good money for it to disappear.
Hole was here because it was so fucked up in the head it couldn't see any way out of the situation. Not that we would ever really let it leave, but we still allowed it to think it possibly had some kind of future if it just pleased us enough. Of course, it was just a fun little game we played. Mainly, it stayed because it loved being used and abused for its past sins. Low self esteem and shame are so damn sexy in a fuckpig. I think it actually loved me now too. Stockholm syndrome seems to be a real thing. At least for the Hole.
That morning it was the Thing. Looking at me. Seeing me smile. Unable to speak due to the thick cock gag currently filling its mouth hole.
"Morning cunt. Its Saturday and Hole's son Arthur is coming over to do some work. Your Mistress will have him working in the house. His mother will be cleaning the garage apartment all day. That means you're going to be in the barn. Thirsty? I've got to piss."
Dragging it off the bed by the thick straps of it's harness and across the floor into the big tiled walk in shower. I laid it face up, removing the cock gag.
"Open." I said quietly while pulling my semi hard cock out of my boxers. Not that it really had a choice. The permanent ring gag ensured my toy was always ready for use.
As I started pissing, I aimed at its eyes intentionally before finishing in its open mouth. "Swallow."
Shaking it off, I casually said. "Kody will be here in two days. He'll be staying in the apartment. We'll get you set up special, downstairs from him in the garage. I've got the screen all set up in front of the rape bench you'll be fastened to. And the camera should give it a live feed. Kody will never know he's breeding you. But Kassie is sure she can get him to use you pretty regularly over the next couple of weeks. Don't pretend like that doesn't excite you. I know it does. You're nothing but inbred white trash anyway. It's in your DNA."
I walked out. leaving it shivering and covered in piss to make coffee and breakfast. Kassie would rinse it and use it during her shower. Hopefully. Gotta keep it's mind right.
Victims are born. Slaves are made.
This cunt was going to be a slave for the next few decades. Well, actually it was going to be a Thing.
As I moved into the kitchen I looked outside to the barn where I knew that Hole waited. Strapped over a bench inside a sound proofed locked stall that her father had built. Oh, he didn't know that it was for his daughter. Or that she was living in slavery just a short drive from his house. No. It amused me to think about him doing his best work while his own daughter was used and punished just a few yards away. He was going to be incredibly surprised if he ever found out that my wife Kassie had already seduced his 18 year old virgin grandson and that he had grown VERY attached to this surrogate mother figure over the few months he had been basically her yard boy. Of course, I had to act like I didn't know. So I just ignored his guilty looks and tried not to laugh and admit that I knew he had been fucking my wife. Poor kid. He was really in for a Christmas surprise.
Kassie had been, for the past few weeks, injecting Hole with a hormone regimen provided by our friend Dr. Mark to increase her fertility in the hopes that Arthur would be able to knock her up. Hole was going to be his Christmas present from my wife.
Of course, I insisted on administering the prolactin injections personally. I rather enjoyed making Hole rub its pierced clitty and say its prayers while watching me stick needles into its firm tits.
It's the small things in life that mean so much.
