Amber gets abused-part 2

Sarah's words hung in the air, her eyes locked on mine with that wicked gleam, daring me to say something. But I didn't. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, the sight of Amber collapsed on the floor, her pussy still twitching and leaking the last bits of dog cum, had me hooked. I wanted more—more of this twisted show, more of my wife's degradation.

Andy pocketed his phone for a second, grinning as he pulled it out again. 'Gonna upload this gem right now. The pervs on those dark sites are gonna eat it up.' He tapped away, fingers flying over the screen, sending the video to some underground forums where sick fucks traded clips like this. It didn't take long—minutes, maybe—before notifications started pinging. He shoved the phone in my face, the screen lighting up with comments rolling in fast.

'Fuck, that tiny bitch took the knot like a pro. Breed her again!'

'Look at her swallow that dog jizz. Ultimate cumslut.'

'Her hubby's a cuck—bet he jerks to this shit. More, post more!'

I scrolled through them, heat flooding my face and straight to my dick. Filthy, disgusting words calling Amber every name under the sun—dog whore, knotted fucktoy, junkie bimbo. One guy wrote, 'Wish I could piss in that gaping cunt after the mutt's done.' My hand tightened on my bulge, reading how they'd all love to gangbang her, fill her with their loads while Maximus watched. It was vile, but it made my tiny cock leak pre-cum into my boxers.

Sarah noticed, her hand snaking over to my zipper without asking. She yanked it down, fishing out my stiff little dick—barely five inches, nothing like the beast that had just ruined my wife. 'Aw, Jamie, look at this pathetic thing. Hard as rock watching your doll get dog-fucked.' Her fingers wrapped around it, stroking slow and firm, thumb circling the head to smear the slickness. I groaned, hips bucking into her grip as she jerked me off right there, her other hand still sticky from Amber's pussy.

Andy set his phone on a tripod to keep filming, rummaging in his bag for a fresh syringe. He cooked up another hit of heroin, the powder dissolving in the spoon over a lighter's flame. 'This'll keep the little slut floating. Can't have her passing out before round two.' The needle filled with the clear liquid, plunger ready.

Sarah squeezed my cock harder, pumping faster. 'Get her dressed, Jamie. Make her pretty for the dog.' I hesitated, but her nails dug in, making me wince. Amber was stirring on the floor, whimpering, her body limp from the last dose. I hauled her up by the arms, her huge DD tits bouncing as she sagged against me. 'C'mon, baby. Time to clean up.' She mumbled something incoherent, eyes unfocused, as I dragged her to the bedroom.

In the closet, I pulled out her wedding dress—the white lace number from our ceremony, all innocent and pure. But now? I stripped her slutty remnants, wiping the cum from her thighs with a towel. She stood there shivering, smooth pussy still puffy and red. I slipped on the sheer white lingerie first—thong that barely covered her slit, garters holding up stockings, and those sky-high heels that made her legs look endless. The dress went over it, hugging her curves, the low neckline pushing her fake tits up like offerings. Lipstick smeared her fat injected lips, but I didn't fix it—left her looking broken, mascara tracks down her cheeks.

Back in the living room, Sarah whistled. 'Perfect. The bride of the dog.' Amber teetered in the heels, dress hiked up slightly, exposing the lace. Andy approached with the syringe, grabbing her arm and sliding the needle in. She gasped, a weak 'No...' escaping before her eyes rolled back, the heroin hitting her veins. Her body relaxed, pliant again, knees buckling until Sarah propped her up.

'On your knees, whore. Suck the dog's cock clean.' Sarah shoved Amber down in front of Maximus, who perked up from his corner rest, ears twitching. The mastiff's huge sheath hung heavy, his cock half-sheathed but already swelling at the scent. Amber crawled forward on all fours, the wedding dress pooling around her, and reached out with trembling hands. She stroked the sheath, coaxing the red length out—thick, veiny, tapering to a point. 'P-please... don't make me...' But Sarah kicked her ass lightly, and Amber's fat lips parted, taking the tip into her mouth.

She sucked sloppily, tongue swirling around the salty skin, bobbing her head as more of the dog's dick slid out. Maximus whined, hips twitching, thrusting shallow into her throat. Gags filled the room, drool dripping down her chin onto the dress, but she kept going, cheeks hollowing. Andy filmed close, capturing the way her huge tits swayed, nipples hard against the lace.

Sarah pulled her off after a minute, strings of spit connecting Amber's lips to the throbbing cock. 'Enough foreplay. On your back, on the coffee table, legs spread.' Amber flopped down, the dress riding up as she obeyed, stockinged thighs parting wide. Her thong got yanked aside, exposing that raw pussy again, still glistening. Maximus mounted her fast, paws on her shoulders, his massive weight pinning her tiny frame. She cried out as his cock prodded her entrance, then slammed in—deep, savage thrusts that rocked her body.

Sarah grabbed a thin leather strap from Andy's bag, looping it around Amber's throat while the dog pounded away. She cinched it tight, no slack, tying the end to the coffee table leg behind Amber's head. 'This'll make it fun.' Amber's eyes bulged, gasping for air as the strap bit in, her hands clawing at it weakly. Maximus fucked harder, knot swelling at her lips, forcing its way past with a pop. She screamed around the constriction, pussy clenching as he locked inside, pumping cum in hot spurts.

He tried to pull back after, turning to dismount, but the strap yanked Amber's head up, choking her hard. Her face turned red, gagging sounds mixing with her sobs as the knot tugged her body backward with him. Claws scratched at the leather, nails breaking, but it held—pulling her throat taut, cutting off air. Maximus jerked again, dragging her an inch, her heels scraping the carpet. Cum leaked around the knot, her pussy stretched wide, and through the haze, I saw her hips buck involuntarily, another forced orgasm ripping through her.

Sarah laughed, stroking my cock faster now, edging me as I watched. 'Choke on it, bitch. Feel that knot own you.' Andy zoomed in on her gasping face, the camera catching every twitch, every tear. My wife's wedding dress was ruined, soaked in sweat and juices, and the night stretched on, Maximus still tied, her body jerking with his every shift.

My poor wife kicked and gasped, her tiny heels scraping against the carpet as she clawed at the leather strap digging into her throat. Her fingers scrabbled desperately, nails breaking against the tough hide, but it held fast. Maximus shifted his massive weight, trying to pull free from her stretched pussy, and the motion yanked her body backward with him. The strap cinched even tighter, cutting off her air completely. Amber's face flushed deep red, then started turning a sickly blue, veins bulging in her neck as she thrashed wildly.

Sarah burst out laughing, her hand never stopping its relentless stroke on my little cock. 'Oh fuck, look at her go! Come here, puppy—stay put and really fuck that bitch up.' She tugged lightly on Maximus's collar, commanding him to hold still, but the dog ignored her at first, his hind legs bracing as he tugged again. The knot swelled huge inside Amber, locking them together, and her body jerked like a ragdoll with every pull. I watched, frozen, my dick throbbing in Sarah's grip as she edged me closer, her thumb pressing hard under the head to keep me from blowing too soon.

Andy kept the camera rolling, zooming in on Amber's contorted face, capturing the way her huge DD tits heaved with each strangled gasp. 'This is gold,' he muttered, his voice thick with excitement. 'The pervs are gonna lose their shit over the choke play.' Amber's eyes bulged wide, tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the smeared lipstick on her fat injected lips. She twisted her hips, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made the dog's cock grind deeper, the knot battering her insides.

Then it hit her—a violent squirt exploded from her pussy, soaking her wedding dress and the coffee table. Her body convulsed in spasms, gurgling sounds bubbling from her throat as the orgasm ripped through her despite the strangling. Cum and her juices squirted around the swollen knot, her smooth, hairless pussy clenching and pulsing like it was milking the beast. Maximus whined, thrusting shallowly in response, pumping more hot dog seed into her belly. Her legs kicked out, stockings tearing at the thighs, and her hands fell limp from the strap, twitching at her sides.

Sarah's laugh turned into a wicked purr. 'That's it, you junkie whore—cum on that dog dick while you choke.' She squeezed my cock harder, jerking me with quick, twisting pumps that had pre-cum leaking steadily. I groaned, hips bucking into her fist, the horror twisting with raw lust in my gut. Amber made one last strange gurgling noise, her blue-tinged face slackening as her tiny body went completely limp. The strap squeezed her throat tight, her huge blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, little tongue lolling out between those plump, fuckable lips. Maximus pulled again, dragging her deadweight body an inch across the table , her head yanking back unnaturally.

'Good boy, punish your little whore bitch,' Sarah cooed to the dog, scratching behind his ears while her other hand flew over my dick. The sight—my wife's limp form twitching faintly, her pussy still drooling around the knot—pushed me over. I grunted, cum erupting in thick spurts over Sarah's fingers, splattering her wrist as she milked every drop. 'Yeah, Jamie, shoot it watching her get broken.' My knees buckled, but she held me up, smirking as I panted, spent and ashamed.

We all watched in stunned silence as Amber's body jerked involuntarily, spasms rippling through her from the dog's occasional shifts. Her chest didn't rise, the strap too tight, and those wide eyes stayed frozen, tongue out like she was begging for air. Maximus panted heavily, his tongue lolling as he tried to turn again, the knot straining against her entrance. Suddenly, with a wet pop, it pulled free—slurping out of her gaping pussy in a gush of thick, white dog cum that pooled between her thighs.

Amber's body flopped back, the strap loosening just enough as the tension released. She inhaled sharply, a ragged gasp that turned into greedy gulps of air, her chest heaving wildly. Her eyes fluttered, focusing slowly, wide with terror and confusion as she coughed and wheezed. 'J-Jamie... hurts...' she rasped, voice hoarse from the abuse, one hand weakly rubbing her bruised throat. Cum leaked steadily from her ruined hole, the wedding dress hiked up around her waist, lingerie torn and soaked.

Sarah wiped her cum-slick hand on my shirt, grinning ear to ear. 'Welcome back, slut. That was just the warm-up.' Andy stopped filming for a second, checking the footage, while Maximus retreated to his corner, licking his spent cock clean. Amber curled into a ball, sobbing softly, but Sarah wasn't done—her eyes gleamed with more plans, and my cock twitched again despite the ache, knowing the night had only begun.

I couldn't just leave her like that, curled up in a sobbing heap with dog cum still oozing from her battered pussy. My hands shook as I scooped Amber up, her limp body heavy in my arms despite her petite frame. She whimpered softly, her huge DD tits pressing against my chest, bruised and marked from the rough handling. 'Shh, baby, I've got you,' I murmured, carrying her to the bathroom. The tub filled with warm water, steam rising as I stripped off the ruined wedding dress and lingerie, exposing her pale skin covered in red welts and fingerprints.

Amber moaned low when I lowered her into the bath, the water lapping at her smooth, hairless mound. Her thighs parted slightly, and a fresh trickle of thick white cum floated to the surface from her swollen lips. I grabbed a washcloth, gently scrubbing her neck where the strap had left a deep purple bruise, circling her throat like a collar. 'It hurts, Jamie... everything hurts,' she rasped, her voice scratchy, eyes half-lidded from the drugs still coursing through her veins. Her fat injected lips trembled as she leaned into my touch, but when I washed between her legs, she hissed, hips bucking involuntarily. The cloth came away sticky with dog seed and her own dried squirt, her tiny pussy gaping slightly, red and inflamed from the knot's abuse.

She floated there, moaning faintly with each pass of the cloth over her sore spots—her ass cheeks marked from Sarah's slaps, her nipples hard and chafed. The drugs were wearing off, her body shivering as the high faded, leaving her pliant but aching. I rinsed her off, watching her huge breasts bob in the water, water droplets clinging to her skin like tears. 'Just soak, Amber. I'll be back,' I said, kissing her forehead before leaving her to rest, the water turning pinkish from her bruises.

In the kitchen, Andy and Sarah hunched over his laptop at the table, the screen glowing with clips of my wife's degradation. Laughter bubbled from Sarah as she spliced footage of Maximus's cock slamming into Amber's crying face. 'Look at this zoom—her eyes when the knot pops in. Pure slut gold,' Sarah cackled, her fingers flying over the keys. Andy nodded, adding filters to make the cum shots glisten brighter. Maximus snoozed in the corner, his massive sheath still swollen, a drop of leftover seed dangling from the tip.

I stood there, cock twitching back to life despite the shame gnawing at me. Sarah glanced up, smirking. 'Join the fun, Jamie. Pants down—jerk that tiny dick while we edit your bimbo wife's dog rape.' Her command hit like a slap, but I obeyed, shoving my jeans to my ankles, my hand wrapping around my hardening shaft. The room filled with the wet sounds of my strokes as they played the video: Amber's pleas turning to gurgles, her pussy stretching around the beast's fat cock, knot inflating to lock her in place. Sarah's laugh mixed with Amber's recorded sobs, and I pumped faster, pre-cum slicking my palm, the humiliation fueling the ache in my balls.

Andy chuckled, uploading snippets to some dark web forum. 'Comments are rolling in already—'Fucking breed that junkie whore'—yeah, they're eating it up.' My fist flew over my cock, veins bulging, the head purple and leaking as I watched Amber's body convulse on screen, squirting around the knot while choking. Sarah leaned over, her breath hot on my ear. 'Faster, cuck. Imagine that dog cum flooding her again.' I groaned, hips thrusting into my hand, orgasm building tight in my gut, balls drawing up—

A soft shuffle from the hallway stopped me cold. We all turned, and there she was: Amber, standing shyly in the doorway, dressed in a tiny pink bustier that barely contained her massive tits, the lace pushing them up like offerings. Matching pink panties hugged her hips, sheer enough to show the outline of her puffy pussy lips, and lacy pink ankle socks clung to her small feet. Her arms were crossed behind her back, blonde hair tousled, eyes downcast like a naughty girl caught peeking. Bruises peeked from under the bustier, but she looked almost eager, cheeks flushed.

Sarah's eyes lit up, wicked grin spreading. 'Well... the little whore is feeling better, I see. Does the little dog slut need another pick-me-up?' Amber nodded slowly, biting her plump lip, gaze fixed on the floor. 'Come here, little slut,' Sarah purred, voice dripping with menace. Amber stepped forward on tiptoe, her tiny socks whispering against the tile, stopping right in front of Sarah's chair. The air thickened, my cock still throbbing untouched in my grip, forgotten.

'Give me your arm, you little junkie whore,' Sarah demanded, holding out her hand. Amber hesitated for a beat, then brought her arms from behind her back. In her small fist, she clutched the leather strap, the one that had nearly strangled her lifeless just minutes ago. She extended her elbow willingly, veins visible under her pale skin, ready for the needle. We all stared, shocked—my sweet, naive wife, now holding out for more abuse like it was her lifeline.

Sarah snatched the strap, coiling it loosely around Amber's wrist like a bracelet. 'Andy, baby... I think the little slut wants to play some more,' she said, grin turning feral as she prepped a fresh syringe from the table, the heroin glinting in the liquid. Amber's breath hitched, her panties darkening at the crotch with fresh arousal, her body trembling but not pulling away. My cock jerked in my hand, the sight twisting my gut with fresh shame and hunger—Sarah's eyes flicked to me, promising the night was far from over.

Sarah's eyes gleamed with cruel delight as she gripped Amber's slender arm, the leather strap dangling from her wrist like a promise of more torment. 'Give me your arm, bitch. Tell me what you want,' Sarah demanded, her voice sharp as she teased the sharp tip of the needle across the soft crease of Amber's extended elbow. The metal glinted under the kitchen light, tracing a faint red line without breaking skin, making my wife's petite body sway slightly, like a naughty child bracing for punishment.

Amber's huge tits heaved in the pink bustier, her bruised nipples poking through the lace, and she kept her eyes glued to the floor, blonde hair falling over her flushed face. The dark wet spot on her sheer panties grew, betraying how her drugged pussy throbbed with twisted need. I stood there, jeans around my ankles, my cock still hard and leaking pre-cum from the interrupted edging, shame burning in my chest even as hunger twisted my gut watching her submit.

“Answer me, whore,” Sarah yelled, her free hand snapping out to pinch Amber's fat injected lip, yanking it hard enough to make her jump. Amber's small frame trembled, a soft whimper escaping her plump mouth, but she didn't pull away.

“I…..I want to be high,” Amber softly replied, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with submission. Her thighs pressed together, rubbing her swollen clit against the soaked fabric, the air thick with the musky scent of her arousal mixed with lingering dog cum.

“What else, slut? What else does a nasty married whore like you want?” Sarah barked, dragging the needle harder now, pressing just enough to dimple the skin, threatening to pierce.

Amber's breath hitched, her body quivering as she whispered again, eyes fluttering shut. “I want……I want you to hurt me. To…..to choke me.” The words hung in the air, raw and broken, her voice cracking like she was confessing a filthy secret. My cock twitched violently in my grip, the confession hitting me like a punch—my sweet little wife, reduced to begging for pain and drugs, her tiny pussy dripping at the thought.

Sarah threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed off the kitchen walls. 'That's my good little junkie rape toy. Craving the high and the hurt like the broken bitch you are.' Without another word, she slammed the needle home, plunging the heroin deep into Amber's vein. My wife's eyes rolled back, a guttural moan spilling from her lips as the rush hit, her body going slack then arching, hips grinding air as the drug flooded her system. She gasped, fat lips parting, tongue lolling slightly as euphoria washed over her bruised form, making her skin flush hot and pink.

Andy leaned back in his chair, phone in hand, already filming the injection, his own bulge straining his pants. Maximus stirred in the corner, lifting his massive head, sheath still slick and swollen from earlier, a low rumble in his throat as if sensing the fresh depravity. I pumped my fist slowly over my shaft, the slick sounds joining Amber's ragged breaths, my balls aching with conflicted lust—hating how hard this made me, but unable to stop.

Sarah tossed the syringe aside with a clatter and stood, kicking off her boots. Her hands went to her belt, unbuckling it fast, jeans shoving down her toned legs to pool at her ankles. She stepped out, hooking thumbs in her black panties and yanking them off, exposing her shaved cunt, already glistening with her own excitement, lips puffy and wet. The scent of her arousal hit me—sharp and tangy—mixing with the stale smoke of meth in the room. She plopped back into the chair, spreading her legs wide, knees hooked over the armrests, her dripping pussy on full display, clit swollen and begging.

“On your knees, slut. It’s time for you to lick my cunt, you junkie little rape toy,” Sarah commanded, her voice dripping with dominance, fingers spreading her folds to show the slick pink inside, juices stringing between them.

Amber's drugged eyes glazed over, the heroin making her pliant and eager, her body obeying before her mind could catch up. She dropped to her knees with a soft thud, the pink socks bunching around her ankles, her huge breasts bouncing in the bustier as she crawled forward between Sarah's thighs. Her trembling hands gripped Sarah's knees, pushing them wider, and she leaned in, plump lips parting to worship the dripping pussy before her. A soft, needy whine escaped her as her tongue flicked out, lapping at Sarah's wet folds, tasting the salty arousal that coated them.

Sarah groaned, head falling back, one hand tangling in Amber's blonde hair to yank her closer, grinding her cunt against my wife's face. 'That's it, you filthy dog-fucked whore—eat my pussy like it's your last meal. Deeper, bitch, tongue-fuck me.' Amber moaned into the slick heat, her lips smearing with Sarah's juices, sucking greedily on the swollen clit while her own panties soaked through, pussy clenching empty and aching. I could see her ass wiggling behind her, the sheer fabric clinging to her puffy lips, a fresh trickle of her arousal dripping down her thigh.

Andy zoomed in with his phone, capturing every slurp and gasp, chuckling low. 'Look at her go—your wife's turning into a proper lesbo cumslut now.' My hand sped up on my cock, the veiny length throbbing as I watched Amber's tongue plunge inside Sarah's hole, lapping up the gushing wetness, her chokes from earlier making her breaths ragged and desperate. Sarah's hips bucked, smearing more slick across Amber's bruised cheeks, the leather strap around her wrist slapping wetly against Sarah's thigh.

The room filled with wet sucking sounds and Sarah's moans, Amber's muffled whimpers vibrating against her clit. My wife's body trembled harder, the drugs amplifying every sensation, her free hand slipping between her own legs to rub her aching pussy through the panties. Sarah noticed, slapping her hand away with a laugh. 'No touching that dog-bred cunt, slut. Just lick until I cum down your throat.' Amber obeyed, diving deeper, nose buried in Sarah's mound, inhaling her scent like a bitch in heat.

I edged closer, cock pulsing, pre-cum dripping onto the floor, the humiliation of watching my degraded wife service her tormentor pushing me to the brink. Sarah's eyes locked on mine, smirking through her pleasure. 'You like this, Jamie? Your tiny-dicked ass jerking to your whore wife tongue-fucking me?' She ground harder, Amber's face disappearing into her cunt, and I knew this twisted night was spiraling deeper into the abyss.