Chapter 11

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Susannah Augustine

“There, whore,” Zach, my brother-husband, said as he clipped on the first clothespin on my breast.

The wooden clamp pinched my skin, stretching it taut over my large breast. I shuddered at the pain. It shot down to my pussy. A huge smile blossomed on my lips as I moaned out like a complete whore.

“Yes!”

The dried cum on my face spilled into flakes. I stared down at the clothespin pinching my breast. The thick, gold rings threaded through my nipples were just as beautiful. I had a matching one on my clit just the way Zach wanted.

I was so happy to be treated this way.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned as he opened another clothespin. Unthaa the Genie has so many of them to clip on naughty sluts like me. “Do it, Zach.”

My secret husband clipped it on my left breast.

I shuddered at the pain, squealing in delight. It burned then turned into this dull throb that left me shuddering with the abject delight of his moment. I could just float away. I enjoyed every second of having them on my tits.

And there were more.

I gasped.

Moaned.

Squealed.

Zach clipped one on my right breast then my left then back to my right. My tits grew heavy with the wooden clothespins. The pain throbbed across my tits in such a wonderful way. I was such a pain slut. I could indulge in these sinful desires because of the wonderful angel Nisha.

She had proclaimed Zach to be the Lord’s prophet. His religion grew as did his message.

He would rule this world and deliver it from the evil of men like our father.

I trembled, my fingers rubbing at the tattoo of a stylized womb and ovaries on my lower stomach. Fertility tattoos would help me. I quivered as another clothespin clipped into my tit. I had ten on my right boob and nine on my left. They all hurt so wonderfully. My big tits felt like heavy weights that jiggled.

“Last one,” Zach said, opening and closing the clamp.

“Yes,” I groaned, my pussy juices dripping down my thighs. Shaved, I had no pubic hair to contain my passion any longer. I was such a wet whore. I would dress in conservative clothes and be a righteous and faithful Christian in public While in private, I was my husband’s slut-wife and his dominatrix’s lezzie-slave.

She watched, too. Mistress Sable loved what he did to me. I knew she would be attaching clothespins to my tits often. I was so ready for that delight. It would be so hot to have them pinching all over my body.

“Now suck my dick clean,” he growled. “Do it, my little whore-wife. Clean my dick of the genie’s ass!”

“Yes, Zach,” I moaned with pure delight and dropped to my knees.

With greedy hunger, I opened my mouth and swallowed my cock. I slid my lips over his crown and savored the sour flavor of Unthaa’s asshole. The genie watched with Mom, Moira, and Mistress Sable. They witnessed me submitting to my husband like a good wife should.

The fact it was kinky and wanton only made my pussy hotter.

My boobs bounced, the clothespins pinching my tits. The spots of pain only had me sucking his dirty dick with more passion. I swirled my tongue around him, aching to have all his cum spurting into my mouth. I wanted to have every last drop of his jizz.

I suckled with all my might on him. My cheeks hollowed with that delight. I groaned, my tongue dancing around his cock. He shuddered as I loved him. He smiled down at me as I suckled on his cock. I winked at him as I nursed with all that I had. It was just so good to love him with my passion.

“That’s good,” he groaned. “Shit, that’s so good. Yes, yes, just like that. Damn, I love it!”

I winked at him, nursing on his cock with all that I had. It was just an incredible moment to love him. My tongue flicked around his cock. I nursed on him with all that I had. My cheeks hollowed with the sour delight of Unthaa’s asshole.

Drool ran down my chin as my boobs burned. Those twenty clamping mouths—ten per tit—hurt so wonderfully. I was such a pain slut. I savored every last second of it. My cheeks hollowed with my passion. I suckled on him with all that I had.

“Shit, that’s good. That’s so good. You know that?” He grinned at me. “My little whore. My fucking slut. Yes, yes, you want me to degrade you!”

I moaned around his cock.

“Use you as my fucktoy!”

I nodded, my boobs bouncing. That made the clothespins hurt even more. Whatever he needed, I craved.

I suckled on his cock. I nursed with all that I had on that big dick. I swirled my tongue around that wonderful dick. His rod throbbed in my mouth. Drool dripped down my chin. I enjoyed this so much. The flavor of Unthaa’s asshole faded.

I flicked my tongue around his cock, the last sour flavor fading. Now it was just me enjoying blowing him. I nursed on him, enjoying that salty flavor of his precum. The preview for the delight that was to come.

I would get to gulp down all his spunk. I looked forward to that jizz pouring down my throat. I wanted to have it all filling my belly. I nursed on him with passion. It was so good to love him. He groaned, his cock throbbing.

“That’s it,” he snarled. “That’s fucking it. Keep sucking on me!”

I whimpered around his cock as I did just that. I loved his rod throbbing into my mouth. It was so good to suckle on him with all that I had. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. It was so wild to have him groaning as I did that.

“Shit!” he growled. “Shit, that’s good!”

I begged him to cum in me, my tits burning from the clothespins. My cunt clenched as I hungered for his cum. My tongue stroked around her frenulum. I knew that was the most sensitive part of his cock. I worshiped his dick.

I knew his shaft better than anything. I loved him so much. I was his slut-wife, his sister-whore, his soulmate.

“Shit!” he growled and erupted.

His cum spurted into my mouth. Joy washed through me that I had pleased my husband. I gulped down his incestuous spunk. The salty warmth melted down into my belly. I shuddered, my cunt clenching, burning for this mighty rod.

He grunted with each blast of his cum. He filled me up with his jizz. It was so good to have him erupting into my mouth. I gulped it all down. I loved that delight immensely. It was just so good to have all that cum pouring down my throat.

“Damn,” he groaned. “Damn, that’s so good!”

I moaned around his cock, agreeing with him. I loved this salty treat so much. It was so good to have his spunk pouring down my throat. I loved every drop of his spunk. He tasted so good. I gulped it all down. I reveled in every drop of that spunk melting to my belly.

“Yes,” he groaned, spurting that last blast of cum into my mouth. “Shit, that’s good, whore.”

I ripped my mouth off his cock and moaned, “It is, Zach! I love it!”

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I pushed her down onto her back. Her big boobs jiggled, pinched by the clothespins. Seeing them clipped on her tits was such an exciting sight. My dick was so ready to fuck her. I just had to ram into her hot flesh.

I dropped to my knees as she whimpered, “Pound me, Zach!”

“Such a slut,” I groaned, nuzzling my cock into her pussy.

“She is such a whore,” purred Nisha, her dark eyes burning with lust. She squeezed her heavy tits. “Fuck the little skank. She’s just a pain-slut.”

“My little pain-slut!” I growled, my cock nuzzling up and down her shaved snatch. I brushed her clit ring.

“Your pain-slut!” she moaned. “Fuck me, Zach! Fuck your wife!”

I buried my dick into her cunt. She squealed in delight as her hot flesh engulfed me. I had every inch of my rod in her. She groaned as I filled her up. It was just so hot to have that tight cunt around my dick. She gripped me with her hot flesh.

“Zach!” she moaned, her head tossing, her tits jiggling. The clothespins shifted. Those had to hurt her. “Yes, yes, I love having you in me!”

“Listen to that whore squeal like a sow,” Nisha said. “All she loves is being degraded. So degrade her. Use her.”

I growled out, “Yes!”

I pulled back my cock, my slut-wife’s incestuous cunt gripping my dick. She massaged me with her silky flesh. I buried back into her, driving to the hilt in her twat. She gasped as I did that, her thighs holding me tight.

I enjoyed that wonderful massage on my cock. She made my dick feel amazing. I pounded her cunt with all that I had. I buried into her with force. It was so good to fuck her like this. To bury into her with everything I had.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned as I fucked her. I loved her squeezing her cunt down on my cock. “Oh, Zach! Fuck your slut-wife!”

“My sister-whore!” I groaned. “You just want to be used! Degrade!”

“Yes!” she howled, clamping her cunt down on me.

Nisha was right.

My thought form purred.

I pounded my sister-wife’s cunt. I rammed into her hot, taboo flesh over and over. I reveled in the heat of her. She gripped me with that hot twat. It was just incredible to have that wonderful snatch massaging my rod. It was just so incredible.

I savored that hot flesh around me. My nuts slapped into her taint. Her big boobs, pinched by the clothespins, bounced. She moaned, her golden nipple rings gleaming. She was so gorgeous. I was glad I didn’t ruin her with tattoos.

“Pity, she would be stunning,” Nisha said.

I ignored her and slammed into my wife’s cunt. She gripped me with that hot flesh. I hammered her, hurtling toward that moment when I would cum in her flesh. She felt so incredible about me. The pressure built and built at the tip of my rod.

My slut-wife gasped, her back arching. Her big tits heaved and rippled. She gasped, her pussy clamping down on me even harder. Pain flickered across her face. Pain and joy. I buried to the hilt in her twat.