Bambi's Night Out by scarlett minx

Bambi's Night Out

Fiction for adults only. Can be freely copied and distributed as is (complete with this header), but not as part of any fee paying service. If you archive it please let me have access to the archive. Email me if you have comments or if you have any constructive criticism. By scarlett minx (c) 1998

Part 1

I walked up the front steps, smiling at the plans I had made for the evening. A few phone calls, a couple of pay-offs and everything was set. I opened the door, not knocking or ringing the bell. I walked into the house, admiring the decor once again. The bitch may not be good for much of anything else, but at least she runs a neat, orderly house.

Entering the dining room, I was greeted by a scene out of Better Homes And Gardens. Bambi and her piece of shit husband were sitting at the table, enjoying an early dinner. Both of them looked up, surprised at my rude intrusion into their home. Bambi's eyes shone with excitement, before dropping respectfully down to stare at her plate. Joe's eyes on the other hand were full of smoldering resentment and anger. The corners of my mouth curled into a sardonic grin. The wimp needs another lesson in who's in charge, I thought to my self. That's fine, it fits in my plans nicely. I walked over to him and without warning my hand shot out, delivering a brutal slap to his face. His eyes blazed with fury, then quickly dropped to his plate as well. "I am getting tired of your little fucking games, Joe." I turned my back to him, giving him an opportunity to try and jump me. He did that once, shortly after I picked up the slut from a dyke bar down on the waterfront. After I kicked his ass, breaking several of his fingers while he apologized, I pissed on his face and told him what a pathetic excuse for a man he was. "If you had any real balls, your fucking slut-wife wouldn't out, looking to get fucked by strangers!" I enjoyed watch the tears of shame and pain roll down his face as I sat on his chest, slowly pulling his left index finger back 'til it snapped. No, I don't think he would make that mistake again. Years of Karate and Aikedo ensured that I could take care of myself, especially against someone as weak as him. Walking back over to her, I asked "No comments on how I dressed for you, slut?" She looked up, taking in my leather biker jacket, black t-shirt, faded jeans, leather gloves, and biker boots. My brown hair was tucked under a old baseball cap and mirrored sunglasses hid my eyes. I reached down to stoke my rubber "cock", bulging under my jeans. The whore's eyes zeroed in on the motion, and the tip of her tongue flicked over her spread lips.

"You look very beautiful, Mistress" she said in a lust-filled voice.

I decided to put Joe in his place a little more before I took my pet out for the evening. I reached down and picked up a handful of salad from her plate. "You don't mind if I have some, do you Bambi?"

"No Mistress, please help yourself" she replied.

"Open your mouth, Cunt" I crammed the lettuce into her mouth, stuffing it in, and reaching for more. I filled her greedy little mouth 'til her cheeks were bulging like a squirrel's. "Chew this but don't you dare swallow!" While Bambi chewed her food, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my switchblade knife. Flicking it open in front of her eyes, I delighted in her involuntary flinch as the gleaming blade snapped into place. I used it to stroke her stuffed cheeks while she chewed. "Now chew your cud like a good little cow, Bambi, while I inspect your "udders". I laughed, slipping the razor between her tits and cutting away the fabric of her expensive silk blouse. She looked up at me with her doe-like eyes full of fear as I lightly traced her hardening nipples through the bra she was wearing with the tip of my knife. Slipping the blade between her large tits, I jerked the blade upward, cutting the nylon between the cups, freeing her heavy breasts. Immediately her 38d udders sprang forth, the two halves of the ruined bra falling away. I pinched her coral nipple roughly between finger and thumb. Watching her arch her back, offering me her breasts to abuse. "What, no milk, Bambi?" I laughed as I pinched harder. "Perhaps we should put you on hormones so these fat teats of yours fill with milk? Would you like to be a milk cow for me?"

"Yes Mistress" she replied in a small voice.

"What do you think Joe, should I turn your wife into a dairy cow, so that I can charge my friends, hell, charge anyone who'll pay to suck on her tits?"

Joe's only answer was to turn red. I could see him tense as I described letting my friends, total strangers, his neighbors come over to nurse from his spouse. "Of course hormones are expensive. I guess we could do it the old fashioned way, just knock her up. What do you think?" Joe sat up a little at this and I knew what he was hoping, that I would let him have sex with his wife for the first time in eight months. "But since you are such a pathetic excuse for a man, I could never trust you to do it. I'll have to get a real man to do the job. Don't worry, I'll make sure to give you all the details." Joe slumped down, his hopes defeated. "Done chewing, Bessy?" I tilted her head back so that she was looking up at me. "Open your mouth Bitch" I commanded, looking to see that Joe was watching me. I bent down, covering her mouth with mine, sucking the chewed lettuce from her mouth as my greedy tongue violated her mouth. Just to keep her attention, I pinched and cruelly twisted her nipples, making her moan with pain while I completed this obscene meal. Finally, when she was panting for breath, I pulled away and swallowed. "Not bad, but from now on you only use Ranch dressing, its my favorite."

"Yes Mistress" she replied, blushing as I took control of yet another bit of her life. I knew this is what she needed, a strong hand to rule her life. Her waste of a husband could never give her what she needed and desired. So she went out looking and fell into my clutches. I loved to taunt her husband with the knowledge that it was his own inferiority that lead her to me, that he was responsible for all the suffering I was bringing them.

"Stand up and strip. Take that silly dress off. I want to see you." Standing, I watched my plaything remove her dress standing naked before me. Not bad, fine figure, shaved pussy, heavy breasts tipped with hard nipples. A few fading bruises covered her tits and ass, mute reminders of my last visit. Oh yes, it had been too long, time to add a few new marking to my slut. I reached down, running my gloved hand over her smooth, shaved mons. "A little rough, isn't it?" I asked with a frown. I waited for her response, enjoying the looks of confusion and desperation running across her face. I knew she was still smooth and I enjoyed baiting her to see her reaction.

*SLAP, SLAP* My gloved hands left flaming imprints on each side of her face! "YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!! I GIVE YOU ONE TASK AND YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT RIGHT!!" I yelled in her face, watching the tears spring up in her eyes. I grabbed her and twisted her around, bending her over slightly. "Count bitch!" I said, raising my hand.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

"Thank you Mistress" she said, tears streaming down her face and fidgeting with the waves of burning pain my spanking had produced in her luscious ass. Both cheeks were blushing a burning crimson, the individual handprints running together in a scarlet mosaic of suffering.

"Sit on the table and spread your legs, slut" I commanded, slapping her inner thighs when I wasn't satisfied with her speed. Finally, she was perched on the edge of the table, her legs wide, pulling her swelling pussy lips apart. I reached down and scooped some butter off the butter dish with the fingers of my right hand and smeared it on her mound. "Get over here Joe, I want your face next to her cunt." I positioned Joe so that his face was mere inches from his wife's shiny, greasy pussy. I could see the beads of sweat spring out on his face, as he was closer to his wife's feminine charms than he had been in months. I was sure his pathetic dick was hard at this moment, struggling to break free of his pants. "Stick out your tongue, Joe, I will need a towel." I watched him extend his tongue. "Better hold still, cunt, I sharpened this knife just today." I said as I began to shave the soft butter from her mound. I could feel my own cunt get wet as I watched her squirm, terrified of the knife and what kind of damage it could do in such a tender sensitive area. Whenever the knife blade was covered with butter and sweat, I would wipe it across the surface of Joe's extended tongue, turning just so that he could feel the razors edge skim over his tongue. Looking down, I could see real fear in his eyes now. Perfect, I think he just about ready.

Putting the knife away, I squatted down and grabbed a handful of his black hair in my fist. "Look at that greasy pussy, Joe. I can't take it out looking like that. People will think I don't know how to keep my bitch clean. Look at her pussy Joe, don't you want to help me clean it?" I watched as Joe swallowed several times, his mouth watering with the thought of tasting his wife's cunt once again. He nodded his head, blushing in shame. "Not good enough, Joe. I can't hear you."

"Yes Robyn, I want to help you clean your bitch. Please let me lick your property's pussy!" he begged. I could see tears of shame in his eyes from the admission he had just made and what it had cost him.

"Ok Joe, I'm not a cruel person" I said with a smirk on my face. "You can lick her but only where I spread the butter. If you touch her clit or her lips, then all bets are off, understand?"

Joe shook his head so hard I wondered if he would get whiplash. "Ok, begin and don't miss anything." I moved back beside Bambi, my gloved finger twirling her golden hair and stroking the tip of her left ear. With my other hand, I pinched and pulled her nipples, occasionally slapping the sensitive underside of her tits. While doing this and watching Joe, I murmured into her ear just loud enough for him to hear; "Does he make you feel good, bitch? Perhaps you don't need me anymore? Shall I go and leave you two alone?"

"No Mistress, please don't leave me. I want you to stay. He isn't as good as you are Mistress!"

I watched the words have the desired effect, tears now rolling down his cheeks as his own wife once again confirmed his own worthlessness. I continued to manipulate Bambi's tits, licking the curve of her neck with my tongue, watching her shiver and squirm with delight at my caresses.

There!! She moved just enough so Joe's tongue dragged across her labia!

*KICK* My boot lashes out, catching him in the ribs. "WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?" *KICK* Another blow, this one to the gut, making him curl up in agony. "YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!" *KICK* This one right in the kidneys. Let him piss blood for a few days, then he'll be more careful next time. *KICK* *KICK* *KICK* OVER AND OVER Finally he lies moaning, vomit pooling by his mouth where his pain has made him sick. Ragged breaths escape his lips as I pull up his limp, unresisting head. "Ok cocksucker, your mistake, but she's the one who's going to pay for it. Every time she screams, it's because of you, every tear, every bruise, every welt, every drop of blood, all on your head!" I dropped his head back into the pool of puke. I turned to Bambi, watching her shrink back from me, obviously terrified by my rage.

"Pick up that bag and get dressed cunt, and hurry, I'm not in the mood to wait any longer!" I ordered, pointing to the bag I had brought in with me. Scrambling off the table she quickly put on her attire for the evening. First a set of black fishnet stockings, rolled up to the top of her thighs. Next a short red skirt, barely reaching far enough to cover her ass and pussy. Next, a thin, short cotton blouse, two sizes too small to where she had to inhale just to be able to button it across her tits. I had cut off the top three buttons, the total effect being to push her breasts up to spill out of the blouse, the tops of her nipples visible. The thin cotton was stretched so tight that the rest of her nipples were clearly visible through the near-transparent material. The blouse was short enough so that her midriff was bare.

"Go put on your make-up, you know how I want it!" I watched her plump bottom jiggle from below the hem of the skirt as she scampered off to get ready. I walked over to where Joe was lying, still retching as the pain and nausea raced through his body. "I don't know what your plans for the evening were, but cancel them. I want you here and I want you naked when we return." With that I spit in his face as he lay there moaning. I turned around to see Bambi return. Several coats of mascara and eyeliner accented her eyes. A dark blush and thick, bright red lipstick completed the look. She had put on my favorite shoes, red stiletto heels, open-toed with 5 inch heels. The ridiculous heels affected her gait, making her tits stick out even further as they lifted her ass. The overall look was to make her appear like the cheap whore she was.

"Come on bitch, you have a long night ahead of you" I said as I pushed her out the door to my waiting motorcycle.

Part 2

I pushed Bambi out the front door. I enjoyed watching her tense up, knowing that our little scene could be seen by the entire neighborhood. Stepping outside, I walked behind her as we approached my Harley. As she stopped beside it, I hugged her from behind, pulling her close to me. My hands roamed over her tits, squeezing them, making them bulge even further out of the too-small blouse I had dressed her in. As a low sigh escaped from her parted lips, I reached down to lift her skirt and rub her bald mound. I could feel her rock her hips as my leather covered fingers played with her slit, the tips wetted by the free flowing juices there. "Think what your neighbors must think, slut. Seeing you act like a bitch in heat. A painted whore, fucking my hand?" I could hear her gasp as waves of pleasure and shame rushed through her. Removing my fingers, smiling at her moans of disappointment, I walked to the saddle bags and removed her toys. I placed the 8" dildo on the seat, holding it in place with my hand. "Mount up, Bambi, I have plans for you." I watched as she stepped over the seat, the miniskirt rising to show her puffy pussy lips spread. Bambi positioned her cunt over the dildo, slowly sitting down, impaling herself on it. Removing my hand, I swung my leg over the seat and started the bike. Revving the engine, knowing the vibrations would be amplified by the dildo in her pussy, I took her hands and wrapped them around my waist. I placed her hands on my crotch, letting her feel my strap-on bulging beneath my jeans. "Hold on tight, we're in a hurry." I slipped the bike into gear and roared out of the driveway, loud enough to ensure anyone outside would turn and look at us.

I headed for the waterfront, where my surprise for my little puppy was waiting. I was sure to hit a few potholes and bumps along the way, knowing that the jarring motion would drive the dildo deeper into her hot pussy. Listening to her squeal with every bump, I smiled to myself. Enjoy it, puppy, you will earn your pleasure tonight, I thought to myself. I pulled into the parking lot of one of the roughest dyke bars in town. I climbed off the bike, watching as Bambi squirmed on the rubber prong. "Having fun, dearest?"

"M-Mistress?" she stuttered. Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed. I reached down and roughly pulled the dildo out with a wet slurping sound. "Clean it!" I ordered, holding the glistening dick up to her mouth. I watched her part her painted lips, the tip of her tongue running over them. I held the dripping cock up to her lips and slowly pushed it in. As it slowly slipped past her lips, I watched her throat swell as the thick rubber cock lodged in her gullet. I pushed harder, sliding the last few inches home, feeling her gag as it cut off her air. I waited as she struggled to remain still, her face slowly changing colors, red to blue. Finally I relented, slowly pulling it out, allowing her to breathe again.

"T-thank you Mistress" she said, her voice husky and rough.

I pointed to the door of the bar, an impatient look on my face. She quickly moved towards the door, hurried along by the sharp slap my hand delivered the her left asscheek. As I watched her try to walk on her 5" heels, I looked at the other bikes in the parking lot. It looked like everyone got my message and had decided to show up for the little party I had planned. Bambi waited at the entrance, unsure of what to do next. "Go on in, bitch, you really don't want to keep my friends waiting." I pushed open the door, allowing a cloud of stale smoke escape into the night air. Bambi slowly stepped inside, hesitant and unsure of what to expect. The inside of the bar was poorly lit, the smoke from cigarettes made from tobacco, cloves, or other more powerful substances swirled in an ever changing cloud that the ventilation system could only keep mixed, not get rid of. Static-filled music from some unidentifiable girl group was being pumped out of the old sound system. I had asked Diana, the bar's owner why she didn't fix the old system, or even buy a newer one. She had laughed and asked if I really though anyone came there to dance or to listen to music? I never brought it up again, no sense in trying to argue her point, she was right. This was the type of bar where a select portion of the city's women met. Women who rode Harleys, drove trucks and wore leather, denim, or flannel. In short, women who liked sex raw, aggressive and dangerous. Dykes, leather clad and rough. The bar didn't offer mixed drinks, only beer or shots. No one ordered them anyway, except for the occasional stray tourist or lonely fem looking for a little danger. The former usually found derision and scorn. The later found what they had been hoping for, plus a little more. More than one lonely housewife or lipstick lesbian had walked through the mahogany doors, only to leave a changed woman. Some returned, others left, trying to hold together the pieces of their shattered self images. I had met Bambi in a similar fashion, in a different bar. I could see past the cool exterior, past the veneer of refinement and upbringing. I knew right away her need for a firm hand, capable of doling out much needed punishment had brought her out of the suburbs, away from her friends and husband. Looking for a night of passion, oh no, it's not that easy I had thought to myself then. Looking at her now, dressed like some two dollar whore, painted face, shaved pussy, and stiletto heels, I smiled. Yes, she had come far. Tonight was just another step down the road I had laid out for her. I pushed her inside, watching her struggle to keep her balance. Inside, over twenty dykes watched with keen interest as Bambi made her less than graceful entrance. I had put out the word that I had a new piece of pussy that needed some "advanced" training. I knew I could count on a good showing, and I wasn't disappointed. Bambi looked around the bar, her face showing her fear and revulsion as she took in the sights, sounds, and smells of the bar.

"What's a matter, bitch? Are you too good for my friends, they just want to say hello?" I asked this loud enough for all to hear, smiling at the angry murmur my words produced in our audience.

*SLAP* "Say hello to my friends, cunt. Don't be rude!" My gloved hand left a bright red mark on her face.

"Mistress, please don't..." She wisely stopped when she saw the rage on my face. "H-hello everyone?" she asked in a small, frightened voice.

Raven, a tall leather clad dyke with shimmering black tresses walked up to Bambi. Without warning, she reached out and grabbed Bambi's fear-hardened nipples and twisted savagely. "So you think you are too good for us whore?" She continued to twist, making Bambi scream in pain. Bambi began to raise her hands, doubtlessly to offer some sort of resistance. Before she could complete her action, two more dykes grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. Raven continued her assault on Bambi's teats, reversing the twisting motion, making Bambi scream anew.

"Drinks are on the house!" Diana announced, bringing a cheer from the crowd. As drink orders were being shouted, Raven's wife, Tenney walked up behind Bambi and stuck her hand up her skirt. Bambi squealed as three of Tenney's fingers forced their way into her snatch.

"The whore is all wet, Raven. She must like you." "Is that true, Bambi? Do you like what Raven is doing for you?" Tenney asked.

Before Bambi could answer, Raven bent down and pulled on Bambi's top. The top button flew off, leaving her breasts completely exposed as they popped free of the confining blouse. Raven took a hard nipple between her teeth and bit down hard, causing Bambi to utter a fresh scream. Pulling back, stretching the nipple far away from her chest, Raven reached under Bambi's dress, grabbed her clit, and pinched hard! Bambi gasped, arching her back, pulling her nipple from between Raven's teeth. The scream that followed this caused everyone to fall silent, heads turning to watch Bambi to sink to her knees, sobbing as tears rolled down her cheeks. Applause from the appreciative crowd filled the bar, drowning out Bambi's sounds of agony. As I ordered my beer, I could see another woman pressing Bambi's face into the floor with her butt while another lifted her skirt up and over her ass, exposing the white cheeks for all to see. As I turned away, I could hear the sound of a leather strap striking flesh. As I took a drink, the crowd began to chant, counting the blows that were raining down on Bambi's upturned ass. As I finished the beer, I could tell the arm of Bambi's punisher was growing tired. As she began to falter, I could hear Bambi's voice, pleading and begging for mercy. As I moved to the front of the crowd, I was greeted by the sight of Bambi's butt, scarlet stripes crisscrossing both cheeks. Bambi was babbling, begging for her release.

A powerfully built African woman pulled Bambi up, bending her backwards, and exposing her wobbling tits to the crowd. Her partner, a petite Asian with a permanent look of cruel disdain on her face walked in front of Bambi, a short leather bullwhip trailing from her hand. I leaned back, watching Minko practice her art. Lash after lash crossed her breasts, each landing next to the last, yet not once overlapping. Bambi's voice grew hoarse from her continued shrieking. Greta, the African restraining Bambi, held her immobile for her partner. Finally, Minko finished, wets of purple-red agony ran up and down Bambi's front. From the look in her eyes, I knew she had been broken. She no longer tried to struggle, her voice to raw to scream anymore. Only the tears rolling endlessly down her cheeks gave silent testimony to her mental and emotional state. I watched as she was pushed once again to the ground, A strap-on wielding dyke at her rear, ready to ride my little slut. Another had removed her leather pants, and was pressing Bambi's face between her moist thighs. I smiled as the strap-on owner lubricated her "cock" with bengay cream, ensuring that the whore would feel her drilling all the more. A line of partially and fully naked women began to line up at each end of Bambi. Each one would demand some sort of satisfaction.

After an hour or so, I checked up on my little pet. She was lying in a heap, her hair disheveled. Her make-up was smeared all over her whore's face. Drying pussy juice was plastered all over her face, sticky and tacky, it was holding the pubic hairs of at least 15 women onto her chin and cheeks. Her tongue was sticking out, red and swollen from prolonged and repeated oral service. Her other end hadn't been neglected either. Her anus was stretched and inflamed, the result of numerous dildos pummeling it, each dipped in bengay, to further inflame her sensitive tissues. Her cunt was puffy, the lips purple and distended. How many fists had found a home there tonight, I wondered? Ten or twelve at least. As I watched, several women picked her up and tied her spread-eagle between two posts. A tube of lipstick was used to draw a bulls-eye on each cheek of her as. Several women had decided that a friendly game of darts was in order. As the game began, someone took an empty beer bottle and shoved it up her cunt. A lit cigarette was used to warm her nipples as bets were taken as to how long she could hold it in place. The games continued. At one point, a pair of alligator clips were placed on her swollen, bruised, burnt nipples. They were tied off to a heavy stone ashtray. Bambi was made to crawl the length of the bar several times, the heavy weight pulling and tugging at her bleeding nipples. To give her some motivation, everyone lined up in a double line, using belts, straps, and paddles on her now purple, bruised ass.

After this, everyone had had several beers and bladders were full. I sensed she was at the end of her physical limits. As a finale. she served as a toilet for everyone, making sure to thank each woman for her piss. Several women delighted in moving, ensuring her now filthy torn blouse was stained yellow as well. Her blond hair was now soaked and matted. Dirt and cigarette ashes and filth dulled it and made it hang in limp, dingy masses against her face. I realised she was in no condition to ride on my motorcycle. I asked if anyone with a truck would like to give me a hand taking her home. A friend of mine, Blair, quickly agreed and with the help of three others Bambi was tied to the roll bar of her truck. On the ride home, I was treated with the sight of three women fisting her ass and cunt on the open road, giving all the other drivers a free show.

When we reached her house, she was untied and unceremoniously dumped on her front lawn. I helped to drag her to the front door, kicking it in and pulling her inside. Joe was waiting just as I had instructed him to. He was sitting on the couch, naked and waiting. Livid bruises covered his chest, arms, back, and legs. I could see the pain movement caused him, as he stiffly rose to his feet. Nothing like a good beating to get his attention I thought. I took out my knife, snapping blade into place. His eyes went wide at the pitiful sight his wife made, weakly crawling into the living room. "See what you caused Joe? Are you ready to stop fighting me Joe?" I gave him a play by play run down of the nights activities. By the time I was done, tears were streaking down his cheeks. I held the knife up for him to see. "Don't make this harder or messier than this has to be. Time for you to learn your place in our relationship once and for all."

"Get over here bitch" I ordered. Bambi shuffled over, as retched and miserable looking as anyone I had ever seen. I had her crawl in front of Joe, looking up at him. I ordered her to start lightly sucking his cock. His cock immediately rose to its full length. I pushed Bambi back, his cock popping from her mouth, dripping precum at this slight stimulation from his wife. I reached down and unzipped my jeans. I pulled my rubber cock out for the first time tonight, smiling at the look of lust that sprang up in Bambi's eyes. "Ok Bambi, you decide which cock you want, my fake one or your husband's real one. He has been waiting for several months now for the chance to fuck you again. Which will it be?" I watched smiling as Joe pleaded with his eyes, desperate for the chance to be with his wife again.

"I want you Mistress, I don't want his cock, only yours." she croaked, her vocal chords strained from screaming.

I looked at Joe, seeing the effect of these words on him. He looked so crushed by them, so utterly defeated, I had to laugh. Chuckling, I told him "Sorry Joe, you heard what she said, I left it up to her, can't be more fair than that. Besides, I haven't fucked anything all night. I have needs too, you know." I followed his eyes as I stroked my cock, watching them follow the motion of my hand as it traveled up and down the 10" length of my fat dildo.

"You could fuck me" I heard him say in a weak voice. I saw his face flush with embarrassment.

"What a good idea. I could fuck you, then Bambi would be free to help you cum" I said. Joe nodded enthusiastically. "Oh sorry Joe, I only fuck my slaves, not their husbands. Too bad!" I watched as he impact of my words registered on him. He knew what I wanted, what it would cost him. I left the choice up to him, because that would make his surrender more complete.

"I would like to be your slave, Robyn."

"Are you sure, you know what I will take from you?" I asked pointing to the ground with the knife.

"Yes Ma'am," he replied, sinking to all fours without being told. He raised his ass, offering it to me.

"Suck him cunt, but don't swallow." I ordered. Bambi rolled onto her back and began to suck his penis. I positioned the fat head of my cock up against his quivering anus. Without stopping, I drove the unlubricated shaft in his ass, splitting it open like a ripe cherry. I smiled as Joe screamed with pain as the blood began to flow inside of him. I began to pump in and out of his bleeding ass. "Fucking your slave pussy, Joe. This is my pussy now, and don't you ever fucking forget it, slut." I hissed, punctuating every word with another savage thrust into his ruptured ass. I picked up the pace as I heard him moan, as his orgasm overtook him. "Yes slave, get used to it, this is how you will cum from now on, with my cock up your whore pussy." Joe bucked as his cock exploded into his wife's hot, eager mouth. Finally, his spasms subsided and I pulled out of him. As my bloodstained cock withdrew, bright red blood ran out of his gaping slave cunt. I watched it run down his crack to drip off his ballsack onto my slut's forehead as she sucked the last few drops of cum out of his twitching cock. "Feed him his cum, slut." I shoved my cock into my pants and zipped them up. I watched them kiss, Joe swallowing as Bambi fed him his worthless sperm. As I walked to the door, I shouted out "Tell him about tonight, slut, Leave out nothing. Next week it's your turn Joe!"

Two weak voices answered as I was closing the door, "Yes Mistress!" I smiled.

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