☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's bondage and incest and cheating and images of extreme sex. Questionable 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. 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.
Riding from Texas to New Hampshire hooded, gagged, bound encased in leather, vinyl and stretch film, with a faceless black gimp hood locked onto it and drugged out of its mind must have been uncomfortable for Colleen, but I told the wife to protect the ol' babykiller for me.
I still hadn't gotten it knocked up by its son yet, but I hoped to get him up for Christmas and get him stuck in. I bet my wife will have him so horny he'll be dumping loads into the cunny he came from three times a day before New Years. I'd make sure she was awake to know what was happening.
Anyway, leaving my wife to a well deserved break riding the talented mouth of our newest pussy slave, Hole, it fell to me to unload MY favorite hole, Colleen. Well, it didn't really have a name now I guess. My wife had months ago arranged with our attorneys to gain power of attorney, medical power of attorney and have it declared incompetent and a ward of....us.
I got good attorneys. My wife seduced a corrupt psychiatrist that has no problem keeping her supplied with drugs to ensure that I got to keep the stretched out old sock that used to be Colleen, and that she would be kept in a constant state of weakened horniness.
I'd also decided that it was time for it to pretty much disappear. The move was the perfect time. I'd already arranged for an old college buddy, Dr. Mike, to provide me a death certificate.
I mean, all I was really interested in anymore was it's stretched out cunny. I'd already almost completely destroyed its former life. We planned for it to be....well...less a slave and more like a thing we could use. Something to make us cum once in a while. Thrown into a dark closet and be all but forgotten until it was time to spice up the bedroom a little bit.
Lifting it's box out of the truck and into the dolly wasn't hard. My wife must have been starving it. Good. I like my slaves weak and eager to earn even a half can of dog food to survive. Keeps their mind right. Of course, my wife had said she and Dr. Mike had drugged her senseless before starting the trip, then gave her son Kody a goodbye fuck after he loaded his own mother into the bed of the truck, little knowing he was helping to deliver her into a life of nameless, faceless slavery.
I only opened the box when I got it into the master bathroom shower and started unwrapping it. It had been 3 days since Kody put it into the back of the big King Ranch my wife drove up to our new house. No food. No water. No blanket. That fuckpig was cold and weak now for sure.
After the box was gone - I started unwrapping my limp but still alive cockpig. Removing all except the cock gag - I also removed the catheter and butt plug. I turned on the shower and hit it with full cold. To a Texas raised pig it must have been excruciating. I didn't care. I slapped it fully awake. Made it wash it's hair still lying on the tiles and scrub itself clean. I also used the showers high pressure hose to give it an icy inside rinse. Too weak and drugged to stand? Good. I was going to use it tonight. It could eat later. (I did let it gulp some water - I'm not heartless.)
Then I grabbed it by it's dark hair and said "Hello bitch. I heard you've gotten real good at sucking Kody's cum out of your Mistress' cunny. I heard you like to lie bound and gagged in the closet and listen to him rail into my wife's pussy day and night. I'm going to punish you so much for that. Disgusting cunt that you are. Can't contol your bastard child.
He's using one of MY pussys - you're going to pay the price for that."
I didn't REALLY care. I told her to seduce him after all. But this thing didn't know that.
Quickly toweling it off. I drug it to the big bed and laid it on it's back.
Standing back I admired the changes my wife had made to my fucktoy.
Its front teeth were gone. Its canines and everything in between had been removed completely. It's lips had been...well...plumped? Injected? I loved it!! They looked like meaty pussy lips! Dr. Mike must have had fun sculpting those.
The things tits were fuller than normal. I'm assuming that's from the transport injections and they would eventually return to normal.
It was the tattoo work that held my attention. It's chin below the puffy bottom lip had been blacked out. A complete circle from the corners of its open mouth and down onto its throat.
Damn THAT had to hurt.
