The Asian Girl Next Door

I awoke to the feeling of warm lips on my cock. Sara, as had been her morning duty for the past 6 months, was coaxing my sleeping cock to life as a means of awakening me from my slumber.

I looked to my left and noticed Brie was still sleeping. She looked angelic, as always, deep in sleep. Probably dreaming some nasty wet dreams about inflicting pain on the hapless Asian girl currently licking up and down the length of my cock.

It may be important to mention that Brie and I were now happily married. I had proposed a year ago in somewhat of a unique fashion. I had attached the diamond ring to a needle, which I had shoved through Sara’s swollen, recently-caned labia. As Brie was setting our slave up for a routine torture session on the rack, she noticed the glistening diamond.

After she said yes, we expressed our joy by beating Sara harder than we had in months before making love atop her beaten, crying body, still strapped to the rack.

Our wedding  was a small, private affair. We only invited one person. Im sure you can guess who that was.

Sara was also Brie’s Maid of Honor, giving a beautiful, tearful speech about how happy she was to see us together forever. It was hard to tell if the tears were out of happiness or due to the extra tight vices crushing her bruised nipples and the dozens of tiny needles I had stuck into her clit and labia. Either way, her speech was truly moving.

Our wedding vows were mainly boilerplate lines about devotion and loyalty. But of course we did include the very necessary notes about vowing to never allow Sara to experience a day of happiness, or vowing to both keep up the responsibility of keeping Sara in constant misery.

The wedding afterparty was also a ton of fun. We spent the evening dancing with each other, and of course Sara. Though the needles and clamps seemed to make dancing quite uncomfortable for her, I didn’t allow her constant tears and begging to interrupt the fun. Brie and I mainly ignored her crying pleas as we performed various dance routines with the crying cunt, all to the sound of our favorite music (Sara’s crying and begging). Oh, and we had some songs playing too I guess.

We also had a fun moment where Brie threw a bouquet of flowers behind her, in traditional wedding fashion to determine which bridesmaid was next to be wed. Sara caught them, of course. This resulted in Brie giving the hapless girl a swift kick to the cunt. As the slave doubled over on the floor, Brie stood atop her, smushing her face into the dungeon cement with her white high heels, as she spat:

“Do you honestly think you’re fucking next to find someone? You’re going to die down here, alone, and afraid.”

As Sara sobbed on the floor, Brie and I cut into the wedding cake, feeding each other and then throwing a piece onto the floor, which Sara dutifully ate up.

The rest of the wedding was spent drinking, dancing, and remenscing over the moments that made us fall in love with each other. Most of these memories involved our treatment of Sara, which we made sure to remind her of. It magical night for (almost) all parties involved.

To make accommodations for my new bride, I had renovated the dungeon to add a highly fortified bedroom. This contained a magnificent large bed, and a little cage in the corner. Every morning, an automated timer would unlock the cage and gently send a shock to Sara’s collar. Our slave, who we now wrapped in tight bindings that immobilized her arms, hands, and legs, would obediently crawl like a worm up the ramp we installed, shuffle under the covers, and begin sucking my cock. If I was already awake, she would head for Brie’s clit. Though Brie often slept on her stomach, so Sara would awake her by tonging her asshole.

The chain connecting Sara’s collar only allowed the bitch to move up to right at my cock level. And of course, any attempt to escape the room would send the shock collar around her neck to full force. Though escape was highly improbable given her complete disabling of limbs. It was quite the setup.

As i was now properly awoken, I tapped my slave’s little head, and she obediently moved on to awakening her mistress. As I got up and walked to the bathroom, I began to hear Brie moan.

After a shower and shave, I walked back into the bedroom to see Brie sitting atop my slave’s race, rubbing her ass harshly down on the poor girl’s tongue. A little more aggressive than usual, but damn if it didn’t turn me on.

As our owned cunt thrashed around in search of air, I walked over to my beautiful bride and gave her a deep kiss, grasping her bountiful tits as I did so. Brie came up for just a second, eliciting a desperate gasp from the crushed woman, only to be quickly stifled as her fat ass came crashing back down.

Brie bent over and took my bobbing hard cock into her mouth, moaning as the Asian girl beneath her tried her best to eat her out. As I neared climax, I motioned to Brie, who lifted off the poor girl. As Sara took a deep breath I sprayed my jizzum into her open, gasping mouth. Her eyes were filled with panic, and her face was covered with Brie’s juices, which only made me cum even harder. For the finishing touch, I jammed my rod as deep as I could into my slave’s pie hole and pinched her nose shut, feeding her my final bursts and letting her choke on my twitching cock. As her eyes went bloodshot, I pulled it out, eliciting a loud gasp for air that was quickly silenced yet again when Brie plopped her toned ass back onto my slave’s face.

I gave Brie a kiss, and went to make us some breakfast and coffee.

When I returned 20 minutes later, Brie was simply laying in bed with the poor girl. Her cheeks flush, and tear trails still visible; Brie was giving the slave some light kisses, while she whispered horrible things to her. Brie loves to combine romantic gestures such as kisses with phrases such as

“You know you’re a fucking toy for my pleasure, right?”

Or

“Did you honestly think you’d live a normal life you dumb cunt? God I need to punish you for that.”

And my personal favorite, a simple but effective

“Nobody will ever love you”

These all served to remind Sara of her place, as a toy in our den of depravtivity. A sack of flesh we uses to fulfill our most violent fantasies, normally unfit for polite society.

I came back and set the breakfast tray on the bed. Brie and I ate together on the bed, occasionally feeding Sara some scraps. While these scraps might fill her up a bit, most of her nutrition today would of course come from her doggy bowl full of SlaveSludge (my name for the foul-smelling mixture of dog food, vitamins, organ meat, and piss which our lucky girl got to eat every day). It fulfilled all her nutritional needs, but damn if it didn’t make me gag just at the sight of it. Occasionally, id add some other disgusting ingredients into the mix to see how much she could take. One time the poor girl vomited up her Sludge, and I added the vomit to the next day’s meal. When she too vomited that up, I simply force fed her the increasingly-foul mixture through a feeding tube stuck down her throat. When that eventually come up, I gave up on making her ingest it and just starved the cunt for a week. After 7 days the cunt seemed eager to ingest her bile-filled treat, which I had considerably kept in the freezer.

After spending some more time in bed, Brie and I decided to start the day. We undid Sara’s bindings, and stuffed her back in the cage. Brie and I were going to her family’s place an hour away for a barbecue.

After closing the cage door and triple locking it, I instructed my slave to rub herself to orgasm 5 times (cameras would be watching). Brie bent down and gave the girl a kiss through the bars, before reaching through to pinch each nipple and elicit a small yelp, which we both laughed at. As we started to leave, Brie stopped me.

“One second baby, I have to relieve myself before the long drive”

The cruel woman straddled the cage, and Sara obediently opened her mouth to swallow the stream of piss from above. Brie made sure to purposefully miss her mouth and give her a few streams in the eye, just for fun.

Brie and I gave one last look at the frowning, piss-soaked girl slowly rubbing herself to an unwanted orgasm in her cage, before walking out and locking the door behind us.

As we drove to the barbecue, Brie turned to me

“Do you think our cunt may be a bit too comfortable in her cage right now? We didn’t even clamp her nipples!”

“Oh no baby, I have her collar set to shock her every 30 seconds. She’ll be in quite a bit of discomfort”

“Oh baby, you remember everything. I love you so much.”

With that, Brie unzipped my jeans and took my cock into her mouth while I drove. As she did so, I turned up the volume in the car, which played a live feed audio from the cage of Sara’s sobbing between shocks. I truly had found the perfect woman to spend the rest of my life with.

Thanks for reading! For suggestions or feedback email me at coldmetal202 at g-mail! I love to incorporate ideas from readers into my stories. I also do commission stories.