Amber gets abused-part 3

Amber's tongue worked furiously between Sarah's spread thighs, lapping at the slick folds with desperate slurps, her plump lips smeared in juices. I could hear the wet smacks from where I stood, my fist pumping my throbbing cock, the slick pre-cum making obscene sounds as it slid over my skin. Sarah's taunt hung in the air, her eyes boring into mine, daring me to admit how much this twisted shit turned me on. My balls tightened, shame twisting with the raw lust watching my drugged wife degrade herself like a filthy slut.

But then I saw it—Amber's small hand, trembling from the heroin rush, inching toward the leather strap looped loosely around her wrist. She didn't stop licking, her tongue plunging deep into Sarah's dripping pussy, sucking on the swollen clit with needy moans vibrating against the wet flesh. Slowly, her fingers fumbled with the strap, loosening it bit by bit, the leather whispering against her skin. Sarah noticed, her smirk widening as she watched, hips grinding harder against Amber's face.

'What's this, junkie? You reaching for your favorite toy?' Sarah purred, her voice husky with building pleasure. Amber unwound the strap fully, balling it up tight in her little fist, her knuckles white from the grip. She kept sucking eagerly, tongue flicking Sarah's hole, drawing out more tangy slick that dribbled down her chin onto her heaving tits. The room reeked of pussy and sweat, mixed with the faint metallic tang of the discarded syringe.

Andy chuckled from his spot, phone steady as he captured the moment, zooming in on Amber's hand. Maximus shifted in the corner, his massive body heaving with heavy pants, that huge red cock still half-sheathed and leaking from earlier, a reminder of how he'd wrecked my wife's tiny cunt. My cock jerked in my hand at the memory, pre-cum splattering the floor as I stroked faster, hating how my body betrayed me.

Amber paused just long enough to lift her balled fist, cautiously offering the strap up to Sarah like a submissive plea, her eyes glazed and pleading even as her mouth stayed buried in the hot, pulsing pussy. She licked harder, sucking Sarah's clit between her fat lips, making the dominant bitch groan and buck. 'You want to play, don't you, whore?' Sarah said, her tone mocking as she snatched the leather from Amber's trembling fingers. Amber's hand dropped back to grip Sarah's thigh, pulling her closer, tongue diving deeper into the soaking heat.

Sarah examined the strap for a few seconds, running her thumb over the worn leather, then leaned forward with a wicked grin. She threaded it around Amber's delicate neck, the material rasping against her flushed skin, looping it once, twice, pulling it snug. I couldn't believe it—my doped-up little wife actually stretched her neck out, squirming on her knees to give Sarah more room, her body arching like she craved the bind. A soft gasp escaped her, muffled against Sarah's cunt, her huge breasts jiggling in the pink bustier as she shifted.

'Oh fuck, yeah—look at this eager little bitch,' Sarah laughed, her free hand fisting Amber's blonde hair. She jerked the strap tight suddenly, the leather cinching hard around my wife's throat, cutting off her air in an instant. Amber squeaked out a choked gasp, her face turning red as her little hands clawed at the restriction, nails scraping uselessly against the unyielding band. But Sarah only tightened it more, yanking her head back just enough to expose the bulging veins in her neck before shoving her face right back into the dripping pussy.

'Yeah, slut. This is what you want—choke on it while you eat my cunt,' Sarah growled, her voice breaking into a moan as she started orgasming hard all over Amber's choking face. Her thighs clamped around my wife's head, juices gushing out in hot spurts, smearing across Amber's bruised cheeks and fat lips. Amber's body jerked, her clawing hands weakening as the air deprivation hit, but her tongue kept lapping weakly, driven by the drugs and her broken submission. I looked down at her thong-covered ass, wiggling desperately behind her, and sure enough, fresh juices dripped from the crotch of her soaked panties, trailing down her thighs in shiny rivulets.

My cock throbbed painfully in my grip, the sight pushing me closer to the edge—Amber's tiny frame convulsing under the strap, her pussy clenching visibly through the sheer fabric, betraying how the choking made her drip like a whore. Andy's filming caught every twitch, his breathing heavy as he muttered, 'Damn, she's turning purple—keep going, Sarah.' Maximus whined low, his swollen knot still visible under his belly, as if the room's depravity stirred him again.

Sarah rode out her climax, hips bucking wildly, flooding Amber's mouth with more cum until it overflowed, dripping onto the floor. She loosened the strap just a fraction, letting my wife gasp raggedly for air, but kept it threaded tight, a constant threat. Amber coughed, sputtering juices, but dove back in eagerly, sucking Sarah's sensitive clit with renewed desperation, her body trembling from the near-asphyxiation high. 'Good girl—keep choking yourself on my pussy, you dog-fucked toy,' Sarah panted, eyes flicking to me with that cruel smirk. 'Watch her break, Jamie. Your wife's loving every second.'

I pumped harder, balls drawing up, the conflicted heat in my gut boiling over as Amber's muffled whimpers filled the air, her fingers digging into Sarah's ass now, pulling her closer despite the burn in her lungs. The night dragged on, deeper into this filthy abyss, and I knew there was no turning back.

Sarah's orgasm finally ebbed, her body shuddering one last time against Amber's face, but she wasn't done tormenting my broken wife. With a vicious yank on Amber's blonde hair, she pulled her head away from the dripping cunt, strings of slick pussy juice stretching and snapping between my wife's fat lips and Sarah's swollen folds. Amber gasped, her chest heaving under the pink bustier, those huge DD tits rising and falling as she sucked in ragged breaths. Her face was a mess—glistening with Sarah's cum, cheeks flushed red from the earlier choke, eyes glassy from the heroin pumping through her veins.

I froze, my hand still wrapped around my throbbing cock, pre-cum oozing down the shaft as I watched. The room felt thicker with the stench of sex and drugs, Maximus's low whines from the corner mixing with Andy's heavy breathing behind his phone. He zoomed in tight on Amber's smeared lips, capturing every humiliating detail.

Amber sat back on her heels submissively, her petite body trembling, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she bit her fat lower lip shyly, those injected pillows looking even more obscene as she demurely reached up and pushed the loose end of the leather strap back into Sarah's waiting hand. Like she was offering herself up, begging for more abuse. My gut twisted—shame and arousal crashing together—watching my naive little wife turn into this eager slut.

'You're such a good little fuck toy, aren't you, whore?' Sarah said, smirking down at her, twisting the strap in her fingers. Amber's eyes dropped to the floor, her hands folding in her lap like a proper junkie pet. Sarah leaned in close, her voice dropping to a mocking whisper. 'You like being choked, don't you? You deserve to be choked, don't you?'

Amber nodded slowly, her blonde hair falling over her bruised shoulders, whispering so soft I barely heard it. 'Yes.'

Sarah's laugh was cruel, echoing off the walls as she stood up abruptly, grabbing the strap like a leash. 'Back to the coffee table, slut.' She jerked hard, choking Amber as she dragged my high wife back into the living room on her butt. Amber scrambled to follow, coughing and gasping, her tiny hands clawing at the tight strap. The leather bit into her neck, turning her skin red, and she let out these pathetic little whimpers that made my cock twitch harder in my grip. Andy hustled after them, phone steady, filming the crawl like it was prime porn material.

I followed too, my heart pounding, unable to look away. Sarah shoved Amber onto the low coffee table, forcing her to lay back on the hard wood. My wife's legs splayed open instinctively, the soaked thong clinging to her shaved pussy, outlining every swollen lip. Those huge breasts strained against the bustier, nipples hard and poking through the lace. Sarah grabbed Amber's ankles, spreading her wider, exposing the damp crotch fully. 'Hold her down, Jamie,' Sarah ordered, thrusting the strap's end at me. 'Pull it tight—keep this bitch's head flat.'

My hands shook as I took it, looping my fingers around the leather. Amber looked up at me with those pleading blue eyes, drugged and desperate, but I tightened it anyway, pinning her neck to the table. She arched slightly, a choked moan escaping as the air cut off, her body going pliant under the pressure. The conflicted heat in my chest burned—hating myself for getting off on this, but my cock leaked steadily, begging for release.

Sarah wasted no time, shoving the thong aside with rough fingers, exposing Amber's tiny, pristine pussy—still puffy from Maximus's earlier knotting, glistening with fresh arousal. 'Look at this sloppy little hole,' Sarah sneered, plunging two fingers deep inside without warning. Amber bucked, her hips jerking up off the table, a muffled cry vibrating against the strap in my grip. Sarah pumped them hard, twisting, the wet squelch filling the room as she finger-fucked my wife relentlessly.

'Fuck, she's soaked,' Sarah laughed, adding a third finger, stretching Amber's tight walls. My wife squirmed, legs kicking weakly, her hands gripping the table edges as she moaned around the choke. I held the strap firm, watching her face turn pink, veins bulging in her neck. The sight of Sarah's hand buried in that petite cunt, knuckles-deep, made my balls ache.

Amber's body twisted, trying to escape the invasion, but Sarah just pushed harder, folding her thumb in and forcing her whole fist past the slick lips. 'Take it, you dog-fucked whore—stretch for me.' The fist sank in with a obscene pop, Amber's pussy lips gripping around Sarah's wrist, juices squirting out in hot spurts. She thrashed, kicking her heels against the table, her choked screams turning to garbled pleas, but her hips started circling involuntarily, grinding down on the invading hand.

I tightened the strap more, her pulse racing under my fingers, and Andy leaned in closer, capturing the fisting in high def—the way Amber's belly bulged slightly from the depth, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Maximus stirred again, his huge cock twitching as he watched from the corner, the room pulsing with raw depravity. Sarah's arm worked faster, punching in and out, making Amber's body convulse in a mix of pain and twisted pleasure. 'Cum on my fist, junkie—show your husband what a broken slut you are.'

Amber's eyes rolled back, her choked gasps turning frantic, pussy clenching visibly around Sarah's wrist as the orgasm built. I stroked my cock with my free hand, the shame fueling the fire, knowing this was just the start of more degradation to come.

Amber's body seized up like a live wire, her petite frame bucking wildly against the coffee table as the orgasm ripped through her. Her shaved pussy clenched hard around Sarah's buried fist, squirting hot jets of cum that splashed over Sarah's arm and dripped onto the floor. She thrashed, legs kicking out, heels scraping the wood, her choked screams muffled by the leather strap I held tight around her neck. The veins in her throat bulged under my fingers, her face turning a deeper shade of red as she gasped for air that wouldn't come. Sarah didn't let up, jamming her fist deeper into that abused little hole, twisting her wrist to grind against Amber's inner walls, forcing more squirts to gush out in messy spurts.

'That's it, you junkie whore,' Sarah snarled, her voice wicked and breathless from the effort of pumping her arm. 'Cum on my hand, you little fuck toy.' She shoved harder, her forearm slick with Amber's juices, the obscene squelch of her fist pounding in and out filling the room. Amber's hips jerked up involuntarily, grinding down on the invasion, her huge DD tits heaving in the pink bustier, nipples straining against the lace. I watched, my cock throbbing in my grip, pre-cum slicking my palm as I stroked faster, the sight of my wife's degradation twisting my gut with shame and heat.

Sarah looked up at me then, her eyes gleaming with mischief, sweat beading on her forehead from working her arm like a piston. She breathed hard, a cruel grin splitting her face. 'Go get your wife's red lipstick, cuck,' she demanded, not slowing her assault on Amber's cunt. 'The slutty kind—the one that makes her look like the whore she is.'

I hesitated for a split second, my hand tightening on the strap, but the command pulled me like a magnet. Dropping my cock, I stumbled to the bedroom, heart hammering, and grabbed the tube of bright red lipstick from Amber's vanity—the cheap, glossy shit Sarah had made her buy to match her new fat lips. Back in the living room, Andy's phone hovered close, capturing every wet thrust of Sarah's fist, Amber's body still twitching through the aftershocks, her pussy lips stretched wide around that invading wrist.

I presented the tube to Sarah like an offering, but she just glared at me, her arm buried halfway to her elbow in my wife's sopping hole. 'Put it on her, dammit,' she snapped, twisting her fist to make Amber whimper and arch. 'Smear it all over those fat fucking lips. Make her look like a whore clown.'

My hands shook as I uncapped it, leaning over Amber's flushed face. She looked up at me with those glassy blue eyes, drugged and desperate, tears streaking her cheeks from the choke and the pain. I pressed the lipstick to her swollen, dripping lips—still slick from Sarah's pussy earlier—and smeared it thick, rubbing it over the injected pillows, beyond the edges until her mouth was a garish red mess, clownish and obscene. The color bled into the creases, making her look like the broken fuck toy Sarah always called her. Amber's tongue darted out weakly, tasting the waxy paint, but she didn't pull away, just submitted with a soft, choked moan.

'Yeah!' Sarah growled, her free hand slapping Amber's inner thigh hard enough to leave a red mark. 'Now she looks like the stupid whore junkie that she is.' She yanked her fist out suddenly with a wet pop, Amber's pussy gaping empty, juices leaking in thick strings onto the table. My wife gasped, her body slumping, but Sarah wasn't done. 'Pull the strap, hubby,' she ordered me, her voice dripping with command. 'Drop her pretty head off the end of the table—let it hang back like the cum dumpster she is.'

I obeyed, loosening the strap just enough to maneuver, then tugged it tight again as I pulled Amber's head over the edge. Her blonde hair cascaded down toward the floor, throat exposed and straining, those smeared red lips parting in a silent plea. The position arched her neck, making her huge tits thrust up, and she gurgled softly, air whistling through the constriction. My cock ached, bobbing untouched now, as I held her there, feeling her pulse race under the leather.

Sarah licked her lips, wiping her cum-soaked hand on Amber's thigh before calling out playfully, 'Come here, Maxi, Maxi.' The huge mastiff stirred from his corner, tail wagging lazily, his massive cock still half-swollen and leaking from the earlier breeding. He padded over, paws thumping on the floor, sniffing the air thick with pussy and sweat. Sarah kept one hand on Amber's spread thigh, holding her open, while she beckoned the dog closer with the other. 'Help him out, Jamie,' she demanded, eyes locking on mine. 'Guide his big cock between your slut wife's lips—feed her that dog dick like the bitch she is.'

Maximus straddled the table eagerly, his heavy body looming over Amber's inverted head, front paws scraping the wood as he positioned himself. His sheath twitched, the red tip of his huge cock emerging, slick and veined, already dripping pre-cum. I reached under him, my fingers wrapping around the thick, hot length—thicker than my wrist, pulsing with animal heat. Amber's eyes widened, a choked whimper escaping as she realized what was coming, but the drugs and strap kept her pliant, mouth hanging open in that red-smeared O.

I guided it forward, pressing the pointed tip against her fat lips, smearing the dog's pre-cum over the lipstick. She flinched, trying to turn her head, but I held the strap firm, forcing her still. 'Open up, baby,' I muttered, voice rough with my own twisted arousal, pushing the cock past her teeth. Maximus thrust instinctively, humping forward, and inches of that veiny dog meat slid into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. Amber gagged, tears spilling anew, her throat working around the intrusion as the dog's hips jerked, fucking deeper with wet, slurping sounds.

Sarah laughed, low and filthy, watching the show while her fingers dipped back into Amber's gaping pussy, teasing the edges. 'That's right, choke on it, you dog-sucking slut,' she mocked, and Andy zoomed in, the phone capturing every degrading inch disappearing down my wife's throat. Maximus panted heavily, his knot starting to swell at the base, and I stroked the shaft to help it along, shame burning hot as my cock leaked onto the floor. Amber's body trembled, muffled moans vibrating around the dog's cock, her pussy clenching emptily as Sarah's fingers probed deeper. The room spun with the raw stink of it all—dog musk, heroin sweat, and fresh cum—and I knew this was far from over, the dog's thrusts picking up speed, promising more abuse for my broken little wife.

Maximus's thrusts grew savage, his massive hips slamming forward with animal fury, driving that thick, veined dog cock deeper into Amber's throat. Her body thrashed beneath him, petite limbs flailing as the huge knot at the base battered her fat, painted lips like a battering ram. The red lipstick smeared further, mixing with drool and pre-cum that bubbled from the corners of her stretched mouth, her jaw aching wide around the invading meat. She gurgled and choked, the sounds wet and desperate, her blue eyes bulging with panic as the dog's weight pinned her head in place over the table's edge.

I gripped the leather strap tighter, feeling her pulse thunder under the leather, my own cock twitching painfully hard from the twisted sight. Shame burned in my chest, but I couldn't look away—my little wife's degradation was a drug of its own, pulling me deeper into this nightmare. Sarah's arm plunged back into Amber's ruined pussy, her fist twisting viciously as she resumed the brutal fisting, knuckles grinding against the slick, swollen walls. 'Swallow his cock, you whore!' Sarah yelled, her voice echoing off the walls, laced with cruel glee. She pounded harder, her forearm disappearing up to the elbow in that sopping hole, the obscene squelch of flesh on flesh drowning out Amber's muffled cries. Juices sprayed with each thrust, splattering Sarah's skin and the table, Amber's hips bucking involuntarily against the assault.

Poor Amber choked and gagged, her throat convulsing around the dog's shaft as it pistoned in and out. Her small hands pushed desperately at Maximus's haunches, fingers digging into the coarse fur, trying to shove the beast back, but he was too strong, too driven. The knot smashed harder against her lips, bruising the soft, injected pillows, forcing them to part wider with each brutal impact. 'Come on, you little fuck toy, take his knot in your mouth!' Sarah bellowed, slamming her fist deeper into Amber's cunt, twisting it to stretch her even more. The room reeked of sweat and musk, the dog's heavy panting mixing with Amber's strangled wheezes, Andy's phone capturing every degrading second from his angle, zooming in on her smeared face and the relentless pounding.

Sarah reached up with her free hand, grabbing one of Amber's hard tits through the pink bustier, and viciously twisted the nipple, pinching it hard between her fingers. Amber jerked violently, her body arching off the table like she'd been electrocuted, a muffled scream ripping from her throat. The sudden spasm forced her mouth open wider, lips stretching impossibly around the dog's cock, and in that instant, Maximus lunged forward. The huge knot popped past her teeth with a wet, sucking sound, locking tight behind them, sealing his throbbing shaft deep in her throat. Amber's eyes rolled back, her legs kicking wildly, heels scraping the floor as she thrashed in full panic. The knot swelled inside her mouth, filling every inch, cutting off her air completely, her cheeks bulging with the pressure.

'That's right, bitch, choke on his cock!' Sarah laughed, her fist still buried in Amber's pussy, pumping relentlessly as my wife struggled, unable to breathe, her face turning purple under the strap and the knot's blockade. Maximus twitched and jerked above her, his massive body shuddering as he pumped thick ropes of dog cum straight down her throat, flooding her belly with hot, potent spurts. Amber's hands clawed at his flanks, nails scraping uselessly, but the knot held firm, trapping her in the vile lock. She tried to spit it out, gagging violently, but her jaw couldn't open wide enough—the swollen bulb pulsed against her tongue, forcing her to swallow or drown in the salty flood.

Her body convulsed again, pussy clenching around Sarah's invading fist, squirting hard in a messy arc that soaked the table and Sarah's arm. Amber's little frame jerked and twitched, the orgasm ripping through her despite the horror, or maybe because of it, her drugged nerves firing wildly. But the fight drained out fast—her arms weakened, pushing feebly before dropping limp to her sides, fingers curling open. Her eyes fluttered shut, body going slack under the dog's weight, blacking out from the lack of air and the overwhelming abuse. Maximus kept humping shallowly, his knot throbbing as he unloaded more cum into her unresponsive form, the excess bubbling from her nostrils in thin streams.

Sarah finally yanked her arm free from Amber's gaping pussy with a slick pop, the hole left stretched and leaking, twitching emptily. She wiped her hand on Amber's thigh, grinning wickedly as we all watched the dog continue to pump sperm into my wife's belly, his pants heavy and satisfied. Andy kept filming, the phone steady on the locked knot bulging her cheeks, Amber's painted lips sealed around it like a grotesque seal. I loosened the strap just a fraction, her chest rising shallowly, but she didn't stir—out cold, broken, and filled. My cock ached, untouched and leaking, the shame twisting with arousal as Sarah's eyes met mine, promising this was just the start of more twisted games for my submissive little doll.