Amber gets abused-part 4

Sarah's mocking gaze locked on mine, her lips curled in that sadistic smile that made my stomach twist even as my cock throbbed. Amber lay there, limp and broken on the table, her petite body occasionally twitching like a discarded rag doll. Maximus kept thrusting weakly into her mouth, his huge knot still swollen and locked behind her smeared red lips, pumping more thick dog sperm straight into her belly. The beast panted heavily, drool dripping from his jowls onto her heaving tits, his hips flexing with each spurt.

"Come here, cuck," Sarah laughed, her voice dripping with contempt. "Put your little dick in your wife's pussy. It might be your last time before she's too ruined for even you."

I scrambled to the other end of the table, my heart pounding, shame flooding me but my arousal overriding it all. Dropping between Amber's spread legs, I stared at her wrecked pussy—gaping wide from Sarah's fisting, slick with juices and stretched beyond recognition, the smooth, hairless lips puffy and red. My tiny cock, hard and leaking, slid in easily, no resistance at all from her drugged, unresponsive hole. It felt loose, sloppy, like fucking a warm sleeve, but the heat of her gripped me just enough to make me groan.

Face to face with Maximus now, I could see his massive head looming over her, eyes half-lidded in post-fuck bliss as he panted and drooled, flexing again to inseminate my wife deeper. The dog's musky scent filled my nose, mixing with the sharp tang of cum and sweat. I thrust quickly, desperate, my hips snapping forward into her wrecked cunt. But she was so destroyed—my little dick kept slipping out with each pump, popping free into the mess of her juices, forcing me to shove it back in. The humiliation burned, but I couldn't stop, pounding faster, the wet slaps echoing as her limp body jolted slightly under me.

Amber didn't move, didn't moan—her eyes stayed shut, chest barely rising, completely slack and not breathing right. It scared me, that lifelessness, but my balls tightened anyway, the twisted sight pushing me over. I came in a hurry, grunting as my meager load spurted out, mixing with her squirted juices and the remnants of whatever else had been in there. It leaked right back out immediately, dribbling down her ass crack in thin streams, her pussy too ruined to hold even my pathetic cum. I slumped against her, panting, my cock softening fast as reality crashed in.

"Look at that sad little squirt," Sarah sneered, circling the table with a chuckle. "Your wife's a cum dump now, Jamie. Even your dick can't stay in her."

Maximus shifted, his knot still bulging her cheeks, throbbing as he gave one last weak hump. Sarah grabbed his collar, yanking hard. "Get off her, you mutt. She's had enough for now." The dog growled low, resisting, his hips locked tight. She struggled, pulling with both hands, muscles straining as Amber's head tugged with him, her limp form sliding an inch on the table. Andy kept filming from the side, his phone zooming in on her purpled face and the knotted seal.

"Damn, she's really out cold," Andy said, laughing. "Looks like a fucking corpse with that dog dick stuffed in her mouth. Bet she's tasting every drop of his load right now. Keep pulling, Sarah—make it pop out like a champagne cork."

Sarah cursed, bracing her foot on the table edge for leverage, tugging harder. Maximus whined, his body tense, but after several attempts, the knot finally started to deflate, the swelling easing just enough. With a brutal yank, she hauled him back—the thick, veined cock slid free from Amber's throat with a obscene, sucking slurp, the knot dragging over her tongue and teeth. Immediately, gobs of sperm gushed from her open mouth, thick white ropes spilling over her chin, bubbling from her nostrils in messy streams. It dripped in long strings to puddle on the floor below, the salty stench rising sharp and vile.

Amber's jaw hung slack, cum pooling in her mouth, her painted lips cracked and bruised. Maximus shook himself, retreating to the corner to lick his slimy cock clean, panting heavily as he flopped down. Sarah grabbed Amber's shoulders, rolling her off the table without ceremony. My wife hit the floor face down with a thud, her tiny body splaying out, huge tits squishing against the hardwood, ass up slightly from the impact. She lay still for what felt like forever, the pool of dog cum from her mouth spreading wider beneath her cheek, mixing with the drips from her pussy.

I knelt there, frozen, my spent cock dangling, watching her unmoving form. The room went quiet except for Andy's snickers and the wet sounds of the growing puddle. Shame clawed at me—my wife, my petite doll, reduced to this, and I'd just fucked her like it was nothing. Sarah wiped her hands on her jeans, smirking down at the broken girl. "Wake up, slut. Show us you're still alive in there."

Suddenly, Amber twitched, her whole body jerking like a live wire. She gagged hard, a deep, retching sound ripping from her throat as she spat up more sperm, chunks of it flecking the floor. Her small frame convulsed, coughing and heaving, strings of cum flying from her lips as she gasped for air. Tears mixed with the mess on her face, her blue eyes fluttering open, wide and dazed. She whimpered softly, a pitiful mewl, curling slightly as her breathing ragged back to normal, body trembling from the drugs and abuse.

"There she is," Sarah cooed mockingly, nudging Amber's hip with her boot. "Choke it all out, bitch.” Andy panned the camera lower, capturing the whimpers and the glistening mess, while I just stared, my cock twitching back to life despite the horror, the degradation pulling me under deeper. The End