Stacy and Blaine II

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Kunigunde and Gwen lay in a loving embrace. Their lesbian incestuous relationship was well known to the other sisters, but they had managed to keep it secret from the rest of the family so far. Kunigunde, the more curvaceous and dominant of the pair, lay clothed, her thick hips wrapping around Gwen's slender, naked waist. Kunigunde sniffed Gwen's long, well-groomed hair while her hand casually and slowly gently caressed her sister's pussy, who sighed softly and submissively.

Kunigunde's phone buzzed with a loud notification. The woman had received the expected recording from Stacy. She wrapped her arms around Gwen and held out the phone so both could watch the screen. She played the recording.

"Oh fuck," moaned Gwen, aroused.

The sisters watched with fascination the scene of brutal rape of Blaine, which Stacy had captured. The strangling and stuffing of a large penis unceremoniously into their poor nephew's anus, committed so shamelessly by a huge black man, completely hypnotized them.

"Fuck, play it again, please," said Gwen when the recording ended.

So Kunigunde did. They watched it together on loop many times, almost forgetting the passage of time…

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When Blaine had fulfilled his task, he was taken from the apartment in a loose sweatshirt thrown over his naked body by two large women.

They drove him by car to an unknown place and led him somewhere to the upper floor of another apartment building. They removed his sweatshirt, leaving him naked again, locked him in a tiny room with a bed, and told him to sleep.

After a sleepless night for Blaine, full of nerves, trauma, heart palpitations, and desperately holding his urine (there was nowhere to relieve himself), the women came to the room early in the morning. One held a leather strap in her hand, and the other a taser.

"Lie on your stomach and stick your ass out, you little bitch. We'll whip your ass so you know who you belong to and understand that you must be obedient. If you try to resist, the taser will be used."

Terrified and mistreated, Blaine complied. One of the women began to beat him with all her strength with the strap on his thin buttocks.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"That's enough," she said when Blaine's ass was completely red and burning with pain.

The second woman placed a bucket in front of him and told him to urinate. He peed in humiliation and involuntary relief.

"Now shit, even if you don't feel like it. You get one piss and one shit per day."

In extreme humiliation, Blaine positioned his ass over the same bucket and with difficulty forced feces out of himself. When he finished, the same woman took toilet paper and wiped him, while simultaneously fingering his anus through the paper with her hand.

Then the first woman gave him a pill and told him to swallow it, then gave him a small sip of water to wash it down.

"Estrogen + prolactin, your daily dose."

Next came the smooth shaving of Blaine's body of any hair with an electric razor, including around his penis and on his head. Then the women put a wig of long blonde hair on his head, applied makeup and lipstick to his face, put on a skimpy pink bra and thongs as well as beige stockings. The boy prepared this way was left lying on his stomach on the bed, told to remain in this position, and they turned on glaring red lighting in the room, then told him to wait for his first client.

Shortly after, a beautiful middle-aged woman in office attire entered. Paralyzed Blaine lay and watched in terror as she removed her skirt, then strapped a dildo around her panties placed on her wide hips.

"Well, boy, I'm going to fuck you so well that in one night you'll get used to being a whore. Hahahaha, I know very well that you're a new whore. I pay the girls extra for the christening of each new bitch. You don't even know how long I've paid for."

With one unexpectedly quick thrust, she jumped on him and pinned him with her firm body, large breasts pressing against his back. She moved aside the part of the thongs covering his anus, without removing them completely, so they remained tightly fastened around his shriveled dick.

"One more thing, you little prick. When I'm fucking you, you have to moan with satisfaction and constantly ask for more. If you don't do this, I'll ask the girls for their cute taser, which you've probably already seen. When I now insert this artificial cock into your ass, clench your anus tightly around it as a sign that you understand."

Then she drove the strapon into Blaine's ass, and he clenched his anus around it.

"Good whore, but somehow I don't hear your moans and pleas for more. Start!"

Then she penetrated slowly and methodically, regularly, unhurriedly. She took out her phone, held it with both hands above Blaine's neck, and started chatting with someone.

Blaine, as best he could, pretended to moan with satisfaction and repeated pitifully:

"More, please, more..."

"Head down, into the pillow. More enthusiasm!" the client corrected him.

"More, please, more!"

"Call me mommy!"

"Mommy, more, please!"

"Beg me for cock in your ass! Say, 'Mommy, I beg you for cock in my ass.'"

"Mommy, I beg you for cock in my ass!"

"Here you go, whore," now she increased the intensity of penetration, "you have nice stockings, bra and thongs. But you don't have tits and ass! Look at these pathetic, scrawny half-asses," she said, grabbing a piece of Blaine's thin buttock still red from the strap beating and pinching it, "but don't worry, I know the girls' methods, treatment with their pills plus fattening will have effects, just wait."

Then the woman stopped talking and was absorbed in texting on her phone. At the same time, she continued the prolonged penetration for a good hour, and Blaine didn't dare to stop making moans and pleas for more.

When an hour had passed, he heard:

"Now you understand why an artificial cock is even better than a real one. It doesn't get tired. This is just the beginning of our session."