{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"6952fdc4-763a-4bd3-909d-35e762821974","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-11-16T21:01:11.979Z","title":"Safe, Sane, and Consensual","slug":"safe-sane-and-consensual","shortId":"Ba5upoBQ","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A harmless roleplay session between a husband and wife. Honest. Don't worry about the story tags, I probably just misclicked.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"61a3e897-b6df-4abd-a9da-7baf23ae3ba2","title":null,"summary":"The video opens on a cheerfully\ndecorated living room. Daylight streams in from a set of French\nwind","wordCount":5125,"readTime":26,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The video opens on a cheerfully\ndecorated living room. Daylight streams in from a set of French\nwindows. “Welcome back, my friend,” says the dark haired man\nlounging on the couch. He’s dressed in a blue bathrobe and nothing\nelse, the tied sash only barely preserving his modesty. “Or if\nyou’re a first time viewer…” He gives the camera a boyish grin.\n“Here’s hoping you don’t run away screaming.”

“We\njust started and you’re already bullying me!” complains the\nblonde woman sitting next to him on the couch, but her tone is\nplayful and she’s smiling as well. She wears a matching bathrobe,\nhers untied to reveal a flawless body with ripe curves and smooth,\ngolden skin. “You have to be nice to me while we’re upstairs,\nremember?”

“You keep telling me that’s a rule, but I\ndon’t think it’s written down anywhere, is it?” He slides an\narm behind her back and pulls her closer to him, one hand casually\nfondling her bare breast. She sighs happily at his touch and leans\ninto it. “Maybe, my dear Charlotte, you’re my miserable, tortured\nsex slave in every room of the house, not just the\nbasement.”

“Mayyyyybe,” Charlotte agrees, her own hand\nslipping into his bathrobe to seek out his groin. “But then, my\ndear, dear Simon, you wouldn’t have your darling wife around\nto cook you dinner, or laugh at all your terrible jokes…” Her\nhand softly moves up and down beneath the robe. “Or give you the\nkind of gentle, loving care that you just can’t get from someone\nyou keep in a dog cage, no matter how many times you whip her bloody?\nHmmmmm?”

Simon laughs. “Fine, fine! I guess you’re safe\nup here for now.” He turns his head and the two share a slow,\nlingering kiss, before pulling their hands away from each other with\nclear reluctance. “And I wasn’t trying to bully you, I promise! I\njust know this is our one year anniversary for these videos, and\nwe’ll probably get a lot of new folks who might be a\nlittle…”

“Taken aback when they see me with all my\nmakeup on?” Charlotte asks, and giggles. “That’s on you,\nmister. I’m not the one holding the whip, or the cigarettes, or the\nneedles. Or remember when I got you that fake branding iron for\nChristmas? You were supposed to mark me just once, on the stomach:\nGRADE F FUCKMEAT.” She rubs her flat, unmarked belly. “But you\nhad so much fun you did it, what? Six times? Seven? And now I need to\nredo all of them, every time.”

“You can’t blame me for\nloving a gift too much,” her husband protests cheerfully. “And\nI’m not responsible for all your permanent markings. When you\npretended to bite my cock way back during our very first video, I was\nhappy to just punish you with the riding crop. You were the one who\ninsisted we needed a scene where I yank all your teeth out with\npliers.”

“And now I have to blacken them before every\nsingle shoot,” Charlotte says glumly. “Depriving everyone of my\nwinning smile.” She shows said smile off to the camera, her perfect\nteeth gleaming. “But God, that was so fucking hot. I’d do it all\nover again if I could.”

“Mmm hmm,” Simon agrees, and the\ntwo kiss again, longer this time. “I have so much I want to do to\nyou today,” he growls softly.

“You’re going to make me\nsuffer, right?” Charlotte asks, her voice growing huskier. “Make\nme bleed and cry and do all sorts of wonderful things to your cock?”\nHe nods, and she purrs in delight. “You proooooooomise?” They\nkiss a third time, and then she pulls away, standing up from the\ncouch and letting the bathrobe slip off completely. “Then I’d\nbetter go get ready, or else we’re going to spend all day right\nhere fucking each other silly and have to try again tomorrow.”

She\nfaces the camera a final time and winks before exiting. “See you on\nthe flip side!”

***

The basement is filthy and\ngloomy, the storm windows boarded up to prevent any natural light\nfrom coming through. The only illumination comes from a few harsh\nfluorescent bulbs, small pools of light that make everywhere else\nthat much darker.

Beneath one such bulb is a rusty dog cage.\nIt seems far too small to hold an adult woman, but she’s somehow\nmanaged to squeeze herself in, the metal bars digging into her skin\non all sides.

Charlotte is almost unrecognizable as she sleeps\ncrammed into her cage. Her flowing locks of hair are now ragged,\ndirty, and lifeless. Beneath a layer of filth and masses of bruises,\nburns, and cuts, what little can be seen of her golden skin is now\ndeathly pale. The closest thing to clothing she wears is a black dog\ncollar drawn tight around her neck.

Next to her, a naked Simon\npuffs on a cigarette for a few seconds while admiring the view. “How\nshould we wake up this sleeping beauty?” he asks the camera\nquietly. “A kiss? A song? Or how about…” He leans down and\ncrushes the cigarette against her forehead. “Rise and shine,\nfuckmeat!”

The cage rattles as Charlotte jolts awake with a\nscream of pain that lasts for only half a second before a light\nflashes on her collar and her voice abruptly cuts off. She continues\nsilently screaming for several more seconds while her bent limbs flex\nand contort, struggling in vain against the metal bars, and then she\nslumps in submission. The light flicks off.

Simon unlatches\nthe door to the cage, then steps back to watch as Charlotte begins\nthe slow process of unpacking herself from it, easing one shaking\nlimb at a time until she’s finally out and on all fours. The blonde\nlooks up at her husband and whines softly, her mouth hanging open. A\nswollen pink tongue peeks out through cracked, dry lips.

“Greedy\nbitch,” Simon mutters. “It’s only been two days since your last\ndrink, and you’re already thirsty again?” Charlotte nods weakly,\nand sticks her tongue out farther. “You’d better be properly\nthankful for this, slut.” She nods again.

He points his cock\nat an empty space on the cement floor, and a stream of dark yellow\npiss jets out, quickly forming a wide puddle. “You waste a single\ndrop and you go back to drinking nothing but cum,” he snarls.\n“Being her owner’s toilet is a privilege for worthless fuckmeat\nlike you.”

Charlotte quickly crawls forward and begins\nlapping up her husband’s urine. The basement floor is as filthy as\nanything else down there, and mixed in with the puddle of piss are\ndust mites, grit, and the occasional pellet of mouse shit. The blonde\nlicks the various floating bits of grime up with only the slightest\nhesitation, but her stomach is less obedient. By the time she’s\nhalf finished her task, it’s audibly rumbling and a sickly\nexpression is written across her face. “Bitch, if you throw up, I\nswear to God I will rip out your womb and force feed it to you,”\nSimon warns. Based on Charlotte’s look of abject terror, and the\nway she starts noisily slurping up his piss even faster, she doesn’t\nthink he’s bluffing.

Several minutes later, the floor has\nbeen thoroughly tongue washed, but Charlotte is clutching her stomach\nin pain, her lips clamped shut. She looks up at Simon and whimpers,\nwordlessly telling him how hard she’s trying to obey. Her husband\nshakes his head and sighs. “This is pathetic, slut. Can’t even\ntake a drink without fucking up. This is why you deserve to be down\nhere getting treated like this. Luckily for you, it’s our\nanniversary and I’m feeling generous, so…”

He grabs\nCharlotte by the ears, crushing them in a tight grip as he pulls her\nhead to his cock. She doesn’t resist, meekly opening her mouth just\nin time for his prick to bury itself straight down her throat. Once\nhe’s fully inside of her, his balls rubbing her chin and her nose\nburied in his pubes, Simon lets go of her ears, but she makes no\nattempt to pull back. Instead, she pushes forward, striving to fill\nher throat with every possible millimeter of dick.

She’s\nstill straining like that when her stomach gurgles a final time and\nits contents begin to rush up… only to be stopped by the blockage\nin her throat. The seal isn’t airtight and a slimy mixture of bile,\npiss, and mucus leaks from her nostrils to run down cheeks that bulge\nwith more of the same, kept in check only by her clamped\nlips.

“Fucking disgusting,” Simon remarks as Charlotte\npulls back just enough to let her swallow the vomit back down with an\naudible gulp, and then begins cleaning the rest of it off his cock.\n“Absolutely fucking disgusting.” She doesn’t argue.

One\ndiligent tongue bath later, his prick finally pops free of her mouth,\nstill rock hard. Charlotte retreats back, awaiting her next order.\n“And now that I’ve done you not one but two generous favors,”\nSimon muses, “let’s talk about what you’re going to do for me.”\nHe leans in to whisper in her ear, and her face grows even paler as\nshe listens.

***

Charlotte’s breasts are not a\npretty sight. Between the crisscross of whip marks, the faded\nbruises, and the GRADE F FUCKMEAT brands stamped across both of them,\nthey bear little resemblance to the full globes she was showing off\nnot long ago.

That resemblance vanishes completely once she\nstarts using the zip ties.

Kneeling on the floor under Simon’s\nwatchful eye, she wraps them around the base of both breasts and\nbegins to pull, drawing them tight and making her already large tits\nballoon in size. “I’m going to check them after,” he warns,\n“and if I don’t think they’re as tight as you can make them,\nI’ll do it myself.” Charlotte nods and pulls harder, her entire\nbody straining with the effort as the ties slowly click tighter and\ntighter.

When she’s done, the ties are so deeply dug into\nher flesh that they’re almost invisible, and her swollen breasts\nstand at full attention without a hint of sag. Simon examines both\ncritically, and then nods. “Not bad, slut. I think that really is\nas tight as you can make them.” She nods in relief, then freezes\nwhen he grabs a fistful of tit in one hand, his nails sinking into\nher flesh. “But I think there’s room for improvement.” With his\ngrip on her breast for leverage, he yanks hard on the tie with his\nother hand and is rewarded with a series of more clicks. “See?”

By\nthe time he’s satisfied, the ties are tight enough to draw blood,\nand Charlotte’s breasts are tinged purple from the lack of\ncirculation. He gives one a hard slap that makes his wife shriek, the\nsound once again cut off almost immediately as a light flashes on the\ncollar. “Much better. When I look at these fat cow tits, it almost\nmakes me forget what a pathetic fucktoy you are. And you know what\nwill make these really stand out?”

Charlotte nods her head\ntimidly, her eyes downcast. Simon leers at her. “That's right,\nslut: a good polish!”

There’s already a strip of sandpaper\nglued to the floor, and Charlotte nervously gets down on her knees in\nfront of it. She clasps her hands behind her back and bends over,\nface on the floor and butt in the air, wincing as the undersides of\nher zipped up tits brush the coarse texture.

“I’ll make\nthis so simple even a brain dead lump of fuckmeat can understand it,”\nSimon says as he kneels behind her, hands on her hips and cock\npointed at her slit. “I get off, you get to stop. I’d tell you\nhow I’m going to punish you if you stop buffing those tits before\nwe’re done, but we both know you’re going to fuck this up, so why\nspoil the surprise?” Charlotte whimpers at that, then squeals\nquietly when he smacks her upturned ass cheek. “You waiting for a\nformal invitation? Get moving!”

The blonde’s entire body\nquivers in pain as she draws herself back, her swollen tits scraping\nthe sandpaper. It hurts so much that she barely winces as his fat\ncock disappears up her cunt. She pushes forward, and lets out an\ninhuman moan of agony as her aching flesh scrubs the sandpaper a\nsecond time. Her collar lights up again, bringing silence.

“That\ncollar was the best investment of my life,” Simon says to the\ncamera as his wife slowly fucks herself on him, her mouth open in a\nsilent but intense cry of pain. “Long time viewers will remember\nhow I used to have to keep her mouth constantly stuffed with\nsomething or other to keep her from ruining my eardrums, but now I\ncan do things like this-” he punches her hard in the kidney, and\nher entire body convulses. “With no problem at all! Aren’t you\nhappy for me, slut?” Charlotte nods.

Several minutes tick\nby, Charlotte’s breasts looking more raw and bloody with each\nsecond. “Nothing like relaxing sometimes with a long, leisurely\nfuck,” Simon remarks eventually. He’s barely moved a muscle all\nthis time, letting his wife do all the work, his cock sliding in and\nout of her at a slow pace. “I think she’s going to be at this a\nwhile, so why don’t we take this time to address some questions our\nviewers have sent in. Before I get started, for legal reasons I need\nto add a disclaimer…” He waves his hands in the air. “We’re a\nhappily married couple engaging in safe, sane, and consensual role\nplay, and most of what I’m about to say is pure bullshit. Don’t\ntry any of this at home, right? Right. Now let’s see, I was looking\nat the questions just before we started…”

He snaps his\nfingers. “Right! Lots of you wanted to know what kind of diet I\nkeep her on. It might surprise you to learn that it’s actually\nquite calorie dense. She's a pathetic excuse for a fucktoy, but I\ndon’t want her dying anytime soon, so it’s important to keep her\npumped full of nutrients. For protein, I recently started ordering\nbugs by the pound from a pet supplier. I usually take a lot of small\nones and mash them up into a gooey paste, but when I think she could\nuse a treat…” He reaches over to a small bag next to the wall and\nproduces a fat, squirming beetle nearly the size of his thumb. “Open\nwide, slut!”

Revulsion briefly replaces the pain in\nCharlotte’s face, but she obediently opens her mouth and sticks her\ntongue out to let him place the beetle on it. “And of course,\ntreats are meant to be savored,” Simon says as her tongue retracts.\n“If she swallows before I say so, it means she’s not properly\nappreciative and needs to be punished, isn’t that so?” She nods.\n“Good girl. Let’s give you a few more.” A cockroach, a couple\nlarge earthworms, and something unidentifiable with too many legs\njoin the beetle in her mouth.

“For the rest of her diet,\nmany grocery stores will let you buy their rotten produce and moldy\nbread for next to nothing, no questions asked. It can get a bit bland\nsometimes, so I like to spice it up with an extra ingredient or two.\nOne week it’s a handful of styrofoam packing peanuts, next week\nit’s hair from the shower drain, or maybe an old dog turd off the\nside of the road. Whatever sounds fun. Show your fans that all your\ntreats are still happy and doing great, slut, and then you can\nswallow.”

Charlotte opens her mouth, showing off the still\nwriggling bugs, before gulping them down. Her upper body continues to\nmove at a halting, unsteady pace, her zipped breasts now smeared in\nblood.

Simon makes a pleasant, satisfied sound. “It’s\nslow, but she’s getting there, folks. This fuckmeat is on her way\nto a fresh cream pie. I think we have time for one more question,\nthough. How about… oh, you guys are always asking why I still treat\nher so roughly. In the old days, she used to fight back a lot more,\nbut now she’s pretty docile and here I am making her destroy her\nown breasts.

“Now I could give you the easy answer: because\nCharlotte likes it this way…” He winks. “But I know that’s\nnot the one you want to hear. I do all this because that’s what\nfuckmeat is for. If I just wanted to get my rocks off, there are\nplenty of easier ways to do it, Hell, I bet this slut pumping my cock\nright now would genuinely and happily devote the rest of her life to\nmaking me cum as often and as hard as humanly possible if I promised\nto stop hurting her, wouldn’t she?” Charlotte nods quickly. “But\nthis isn’t just about sex. It’s about pain and humiliation. I\nlove to cum in this slut, and I also love to beat her black and blue\nand make her drink my piss and everything else. I don’t do any of\nit because I have to, it’s because I want to, and no matter how\nwell behaved this fucktoy of mine becomes, I’m never ever going to\nstop making her miserable.”

A small sob escapes Charlotte’s\nlips, and that sends Simon over the edge. He groans happily as his\ncock spurts into her, her hips still rocking back and forth against\nhim. “That’s not to say,” he adds, panting slightly as he pulls\nout of her and grabs a fistful of long dirty hair to dry his cock\nwith, “that the sex isn’t really fucking great. And now, time for\nher punishment!”

His wife starts at that and begins shaking\nher head frantically. “You think I’m as stupid as you are, slut?\nYou paused for almost an entire second after that kidney punch,\nremember?” He presses one hand down on her back, squashing her tits\nagainst the soaked strip of sandpaper, and punches her again, right\nwhere he did before. “See? Just like that.” His fist slams into\nher a third time, the skin already bruising. “You think you get to\nstop pleasing me just because I’m hurting you, fuckmeat? I don’t\ncare if I’m in the middle of ripping your toenails off again or\nseeing how many needles I can shove in your clit; when I’m inside\nyou, you never-“ Another punch, and she starts coughing helplessly,\nblood flecked phlegm spattering the floor. “Ever-” Another, and\nher side is now purplish and deformed, as though he’s broken\nsomething inside her. “Ever-”\nAnother deforms it even further. “Stop pleasuring me!”

Charlotte\nis nodding furiously at this point, eager to show that she’s\nlearned her lesson. She’s already lapping up the bloody spit on the\nfloor, even as her coughing fit continues to add more. Her husband\nsteps off camera for a moment, returning with a pair of items that\nlook like a piping bag and a dildo. “That was just me letting off\nsome steam, by the way. Here’s your actual punishment.”

Charlotte\nhas finally managed to get her coughing under control and the floor\nlicked clean, and shows little reaction when the tip of the piping\nbag is inserted in her pussy. It can’t be comfortable, but it’s\nfar shorter and thinner than the cock that was just plowing her\nmoments ago. “I figure after a year of rawdogging, I should finally\nget around to douching this filthy cunt of yours,” Simon tells her.\n“With hot sauce, of course.”

There’s a long moment after\nhe squeezes the bag where Charlotte is perfectly still, frozen in\nshock and terror as the thick mixture coats her already battered and\nsore insides. And then she’s spasming and wailing, the cries muted\nby her collar. She jerks back and forth, flailing, convulsing,\nlooking more like a dying insect than a human being.

She’s\nmoving so much that it takes a minute or two for Simon to get the\ndildo into her. It’s a thick phallus with tapered ridges all along\nthe sides that slide in easily enough, but as he demonstrates with a\nsharp tug that makes his wife gasp, leaves the toy wedged inside her.\n“Wouldn’t want any of that to leak out and get on my cock, after\nall. Don’t worry, slut, I’ll give you another douche the next\ntime I feel like pounding your cunt. Might take a few tries to wash\nall the hot sauce out, but I’ve got a month’s worth of piss saved\nup for it.”

He grabs Charlotte by the hair and forces her to\nface him. Her eyes are wide and watery as she meets his gaze, her\nlower body still shaking and quivering in the throes of agony. “Okay,\nbitch, we’ve polished your fat cow tits and set your cunt on fire.\nEnjoying our anniversary so far?” She nods miserably. “Great!\nCause here’s the good news: all of this… it was just the\nforeplay.”

She begins to sob.

***

Charlotte\nlies splayed face down across a wooden bench. Her flayed tits, still\nwrapped in zip ties, are being crushed against the rough surface. A\ndark blindfold covers her eyes, and a chain is now attached to her\ncollar. It runs over her back and connects to the dildo still stuffed\nin her pussy. It’s a short chain, and it forces her to keep her\nhead up and face forward. Her hips roll and bob in the air, still\nsearching fruitlessly for some kind of relief from the hot sauce\nbottled up inside her.

“Welcome back, folks,” Simon says.\n“We had to take a little break there, which I promise wasn’t just\nso Charlotte could stretch her legs a bit and finally cum, honest.”\nHe winks. “It was also so I could add some fresh artwork to mark\nthe occasion.” He taps her blindfold and she flinches. “She\nhasn’t seen it yet, by the way. I made sure she was a little too…\noccupied during the tattoo session to focus on what I was writing.\nIsn’t that right, slut?” She shudders.

“You’ll get to\nenjoy her reaction in a moment, but there’s just a little bit of\npreparation left before we’re ready. For this special occasion, I\neven turned off her collar, so she can tell you about it herself.\nWhat are we going to do to you, slut?” Charlotte opens her mouth,\nbut hesitates, no sound coming out. “It’s not too late for a\nsecond sandpaper session,” Simon growls.

Her voice is hoarse\nand cracked from lack of use, the words mushy without teeth.\n“Y-you’re going to nail my breas-“

“Your what?”

“M-\nm-my fat, freshly polished cow tits. You’re going to nail them to\nthe bench, s-so that… I stay still while we celebrate our\nanniversary.”

“That’s right!” he says, pleased, and\nproduces the nail gun. He presses the tip against one swollen tit,\njust behind the nipple. “Now smile and tell me you love me.”

Her\nlips spread in a terrified rictus. “I-I love you.” There’s a\nsharp thunk, and then she screams.

“Ahh, I almost missed\nthat sound,” Simon says, and presses the nail gun against her other\nbreast. “One more time.”

She’s shaking with pain. “I,\nI, I l-lo, I l-love y-“ Thunk. “Aaaaaaaagh!”

“All set.\nNow, how exactly are we going to celebrate?”

Charlotte’s\nbody is twitching involuntarily with pain, every movement scraping\nher raw, nailed, bulging tits against the wood. She’s\nhyperventilating, breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps. “Y- y-\nyou’re going to f-fuck my ass until it’s as raw as, as my fat,\nf-freshly polished cow tits, and th-then you’re going to use m- my\nmouth to clean your c-cock and get you hard a-again, so you can keep\nd-doing it over and over and over, until I’ve drained another\ny-year’s worth of cum from your b-balls.”

“Yes!” says\nSimon. “And no. What’s an anniversary without a little surprise,\nright? Let’s show you that new tattoo.” He pulls the blindfold\noff of his wife.

Charlotte’s eyes are glazed over with fear\nand pain at first, but they slowly refocus, and she takes in the two\nlarge words etched permanently across her collarbone.

DOG\nFUCKER

“No…” she whispers. “No, no, nononono-“ Her\npleas are interrupted by the sound of eager barking from off camera,\nand then a patter of footsteps coming down the unseen flight of\nstairs. Something flashes in her eyes, and she gives the camera a\ndesperate look. “Please!” she yells. “Please, she’s not me!\nShe’s not-“

Her words are drowned out by the frenzy of\nbarking. Two dogs burst onto the scene, a heavyset German Rottweiler\nand a tall Great Dane. The Rottweiler is the first to reach her, and\nnearly knocks Charlotte and the bench over in his excitement. His\ncock stabs the air as he plants his paws on her bare back and\nfuriously shakes his hindquarters. He pokes against her leg, her\nstuffed pussy, her ass cheek, and then finally his frantic questing\ndiscovers the available hole that is her tight asshole. Charlotte\nscreams as her new doggy lover wags his tail almost as hard as his\nhips, delighted with this new bitch he’s found and eager to pump\nher full of puppies. Her nailed tits become a blur as the hard anal\npounding scrubs them against the bench.

Her shrieks continue\nuntil Simon grabs a remote off one shelf. The collar lights up, and\nCharlotte’s screams become silent. “That was a close one,” her\nhusband says, chuckling. “A few seconds longer and we would’ve\nhad to hear what she thinks about knots.”

The blonde’s\neyes bulge and her vocal cords stand out against her skin as she\ndiscovers what he meant. At the base of the dog’s cock, a lump is\nslowly swelling up. Her anal ring, already spread wide and straining\naround the pistoning cock, resists its entry at first, but it only\ntakes a few seconds and some feverish canine thrusts to overpower it.\nThere’s an audible pop as the knot forces her to sphincter to\nstretch open to accommodate its girth. A moment later, there’s a\nsecond pop as it forces its way back out.

The Rottweiler’s\nhips are moving fast enough to thrust into her several times a\nsecond, and the same story plays out with each and every one. Pop as\nthe ever expanding knot stretches her anal ring wider than it’s\never been to allow it entry. Pop as the knot stretches her anal ring\neven wider than that to make its exit. Pop back in. Pop back out. Pop\npop pop pop, Charlotte’s personal record for most stretched asshole\nshattered over and over. Her eyes stare hopelessly into the camera,\nwilling some kind of intervention that never arrives.

By the\ntime the knot is finished growing, it’s a baseball sized sphere\nwedged inside her, sealing her back door closed and ensuring that\nevery last drop of dog cum that’s already gushing into her will end\nup deep in her bowels. Satisfied, the Rottweiler stops thrusting and\nturns around, still knotted with his bitch. Charlotte wears an\nexpression of dead eyed misery as her plugged guts continue to swell\nwith dog cum. “You’ve got about five more minutes until your\nother partner,” Simon observes. “These two good boys don’t cum\nas long as the usual breeds, but what they lack in staying power,\nthey make up for in enthusiasm. Their handler assures me that even on\na bad day with a loose bitch, they can fire a good dozen loads in a\nrow. So I figure with a hard working dog fluffer like you, they might\njust manage twenty or thirty! Speaking of…”

Simon puts his\nthumb on Charlotte’s lower lip and presses it against the bench.\nShe tries to bring her head down to follow it, but the chain on her\ncollar holds her back, forcing her mouth to gape wide open instead.\n“I didn’t want to bring this up before, but I’m a little\nworried you might be a bad fucktoy and try to close your mouth at\nsome point. Do you think we should get out the nail gun one last time\nand nail your lip down?”

The blonde comes to her senses\nenough to shake her head frantically. “No? You’re going to be a\ngood fluffer for both these doggos? Slurp your shit off their rockets\nand get them fired up to go again?”

She nods, and Simon\nsucks on his teeth. “Okay… but what if I want to do it\nanyway?”

Charlotte has no answer to that.

Thunk.

A\nfew minutes later, the Rottweiler pops out of her asshole, leaving\nbehind a gaping hole that is quickly filled by the Great Dane, who\nhas similar aspirations of fatherhood. Simon leads the dog around to\nCharlotte’s front to discover the warm wet hole nailed open and\nwaiting for him. He’s more than happy to have his furry prick\nspitshined and worshipped, and shows his appreciation by humping her\nface with enough force to give her a bloody nose and a pair of black\neyes. Meanwhile, his packmate is working equally hard to add his own\nload of puppy batter to her guts, leaving her butt glowing with fresh\nbruises and her back raked with claw marks. Caught between two\nenergetic lovers, Charlotte’s poor zip tied tits are soon bristling\nwith splinters.

The blonde chokes as the Rottweiler’s knot\nbegins to swell up again, this time pop pop popping the entrance of\nher throat. It’s already more than thick enough to plug her airway,\nand all she can do is desperately suck increasingly small amounts of\nair in on every out stroke. Simon breaks into laughter as he watched\nhis wife twitch her head back and forth, trying with no success to\npull away from the dog and get a proper breath. “You little slut,”\nhe teases. “I only told you to fluff him, not gobble his cock! Who\nknew you were into mutts?”

The fully engorged knot slams\ninto her a final time, locking itself snug and pulsing in her gullet\nas Rottweiler cum begins filling her stomach. Now fully suffocating,\nCharlotte looks up at her husband pleadingly, soft frantic sounds\nescaping her stuffed mouth, but Simon shakes his head. “I’m not\ngonna ruin his fun. And it’s only five minutes; you’ll probably\nlose a few brain cells, but you’ll survive, I promise. Nighty\nnight, bitch, you’ll still be in hell when you wake up.”

His\nwife’s eyes roll up into the back of her head and her body goes\nlimp. Neither dog minds.

***

“Phew,” Charlotte\nsays, fanning herself with one hand. “That just might be the\nhottest thing you’ve ever done for me.” The blonde’s appearance\nis back to normal again, with no sign of abuse as she relaxes with\nher husband on the couch upstairs.

“I knew you’d like it,”\nSimon says, and kisses her. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy\nanniversary,” she agrees, and kisses him back before facing the\ncamera. “And we want to thank all of you so much, whether this is\nyour first time tuning in or you’ve been here since the beginning.\nI truly can’t imagine doing this without you.”

Simon nods.\n“And we don’t just mean financially, though you guys are a huge\nhelp with that. Those dogs weren’t cheap! And every video requires\nhours and hours of editing, which we could never afford to do without\nyour generous support.”

“Speaking of,” Charlotte adds,\n“We know that many of you out there keep requesting we do a\nlivestream someday, but I promise, you don’t want to know how the\nsausage gets made.” She cups her hands beneath her unblemished\nbreasts. “Obviously, my husband didn’t really tie these beauties\nthat tight and then scrub them raw. Just like he didn’t actually\ndrive fishhooks into them last month so he could hang me up by them\nwhile he fucked me. Or slice my Achilles tendons to ribbons that time\nI stood up without permission.”

“I know in our early\nvideos some people worried over safety, but I think it’s pretty\nobvious by now that most of what you see on our channel is pure\nfantasy,” Simon says. “All that abuse and degradation and\npermanent physical damage just for fun and good sex? I could never\ntreat my wife that way unless I genuinely saw her as something\nsubhuman.”

“And can you imagine how I would feel in that\nsituation?” Charlotte’s cheeks are flushed. “Knowing that the\nman who was supposed to love and protect me sees me that way? That he\nwas happy to steal everything that made me who I am and lock me up in\nour own basement, and he’s going to keep treating me like this for\nthe rest of my life?”

She takes a deep breath. “Aaaaaanyway,\nwe’re getting a little off track. Like my husband was saying, we’re\nso grateful for every last like and comment and subscription. Even if\nyou just watch our videos and do nothing else, we love, love, love\ngetting to share this story of our lives with you.” She grins. “And\nif that version of me was real, just imagine how utterly wretched it\nwould make her feel to know that there are so many of you out there\nwatching her suffer. That people are using her miserable existence as\nmasturbation fuel.” She closes her eyes and moans, savoring the\nmental image. “Imagine that sad little bitch crying herself to\nsleep in her cage every night.”

“Sounds like someone isn’t\nfully satisfied yet,” Simon observes with a grin. “Should we have\na little bonus session? Maybe leave the cameras off this time so we\ncan… just relax and enjoy ourselves?”

Charlotte’s eyes\nlight up. “Ooh, you mean it?”

“Of course, sweetheart.\nIt’s our anniversary, after all.”

They kiss a final time,\nlong and loving. “And here’s to many more,” Charlotte breathes.\n“Many, many, many more…”

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