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Holidays with the family means sexual frustration and pornish thoughts. EnjoyJ

The weddings

-by nom-

There’s nothing quite like pissing in a bitchmouth. And once you’ve shit in it too, there’s no going back to flowers and candlelight. Once you’ve seen a bitch stuffed with shit, cheeks bulging with it, face smeared and dirty with your waste and tearful eyes peering out from under shitty lashes, there’s just no way you can ever look at a bitch again and not see shit. Respect and romance? Hell no. My dick’s never been harder, and I feel like all’s right with the world at last.

This is how it’s meant to be, this all-powerful, testosterone haze. And she’s not running away, she’s coming back for more and more, and she’s not the only one. All types of women, just dying to find a man to grab hold of her and be what a man is supposed to be – powerful, commanding. Frightening. It’s genetics. We’ve forgotten that, too blinded by science and tech - despite the camouflage, we are nothing but animal.

I have a dream. When I die, I want my cunt to be buried with me. Buried alive. The piece of shit should be kneeling at my feet, my dick in her toothless mouth, arms and elbows tied behind her with barb wire. Udders pierced with as many skewers as they can fit, a few long and thick and going through both tits. Big tits, the biggest titted whore I can find. Something you can really grab hold off and punch and burn and pierce and torture, torture, torture.

I want my friends to torture the cunt, go all out, really enjoy themselves and leaving it just alive enough to appreciate starving to death with my dick in her mouth. Not suffocating to death. I want air holes in the coffin, make sure my pig suffers for as long as possible. A video cam would be good, provide great reality tv entertainment. Why watch some losers sleep and making fools of themselves when you can watch my cunt suffering and dying instead? No contest. Especially with a dildo in her cunt and ass that would give her some searing, bitch-frying electric shocks.

Wonderful dream. I’m sure I’ll add to it before I’m completely satisfied. And I’m sure it will be carried out and surpass my imaginings - I know my friends.

Who would have known this was where it was leading to when I met my wife? She was just another blonde tart in a sea of them, shaking her tits and ass to get a man’s attention. Just another normal night in a club. Her tits though, fantastic. They sloshed around wildly, almost falling out of her top, no bra in sight the fucking slut. When she jumps up and down, which I get her to do quite a lot, they hit her face. I’ve stretched them a bit over the years, lots of ropework and special clothes and equipment from the bdsm store, and they look fucking amazing. Saggy, big and floppy, practically down past her belly button. Sometimes we hold cunt races on the weekends and there’s nothing quite like a bunch of big titted white whores running with their black masters whipping them on. Beautiful. All those saggy tits bouncing around, white flesh welted and red and black and blue, red faces crying, snot dripping, mouth wide from the ring gags and drool down their chins and tits like the stupid dogs they are.

Great buys, those ring gags. Aesthetically pleasing, giving us the cunts with their mouths wide open, like they should be. And practical too. A nice, safe cock sheath. Not to mention the whining and retarded noises the pigs make when you’re working them hard - good for the dick, for the soul. And when it becomes annoying, and women using their mouths for talking or making any sounds I don’t allow annoys me, just shove a penis gag in through the ring and down the piggy throat and voila, blessed silence. Even their snuffling snouts are much quieter.

Truly, gags are a man’s best friend. The one essential item if you’re going to be stuck on a desert island with the cunt of your dreams.

So, my wifecunt, slavepig of slavepigs, I married her the day after I met her. Went to Vegas and did it legally. She wore a white corset with her nipples peeking out the top, a frilly white tutu that showed her bald pussy, white fishnets and white stilettos. And the all important virginal white veil. All topped off with bright red lipstick, on her lips, her pussy lips, and piggy nips. She even had a bouquet, a single red rose tucked between her wobbling mass of titties. That was some cleavage she got in that corset. The priest-whatever-guy could barely get the words out, too busy looking at all the slut on show, but he finally did and it was done. I had her give him whatever he wanted after, as a thankyou, and he wanted an assfuck with a blowjob chaser. All the clothes were left on, apart from dragging her udders fully out which really didn’t need much effort, and I got it all on video. Then of course my witness friends had their thankyou fucks too. It was a good day.

And when it came to throwing her bouquet, that was something to see. Look! No hands! The stupid whore had her hands obediently behind her and she was bouncing, bouncing up and down and up and down like some fucking yo-yo, tits and pussy everywhere. Hysterical. She finally managed it though, sent that rose flying through the air and my best man caught it and that got him the first cuntfuck of the night from the pig. I fucked her last, after they were all done with her – all her holes all raw and leaking cum and blood and piss and shit. She was a mess, all the pristine white stained and torn, her white flesh bruised and welted – we’d all given our belts a happy time – and her face was just absolute perfection. It’s how a bitchface should always look – bruised, stupid, afraid.

And then when we got back to her nice, expensive apartment, just the two of us, she got her second wedding. Lucky bitch, most cunts only get one. It was the start of our new life as husband and wife and I had specific ideas about how things should be. First, her old life was over and the ceremony would show that. The Vegas wedding had been great, but I wanted to do more ownership rituals, take her over more completely. I wanted her to know that she was my property, mine to do with as I pleased., just like in the good old days. Call me a traditionalist.

So as soon as we got through the front door, she fell to her knees as was good and proper and stripped. No more clothes or walking on two feet like a human being in my home again, unless I gave permission. And I dragged the crawling pig by her hair to the bathroom, kicked her down on her stomach in the jacuzzi, and hogtied her, nice and tight. Wrists to calves, ankles to throat, elbows together. She was arched up, choking and strangling, tits nicely crushed on show. Then the ring gag went in, as did the nose tines, pulling her nostrils back and making her look more like the pig she is, and this was tied to her big toes.

I set up the video carefully, making sure it would all be nicely recorded for future viewing pleasure.

Then I got the scissors and hacked off her hair. And the bitch started to cry, stupid cunt. So vain. When I got the razor out and shaved her bald, the tears and snot really started to flow. I stepped back and admired my wife. Shining white bald head, running mascara, snot streams from her piggy snout. Gorgeous. But she needed more bruises, so I slapped her face a few times, hard enough to topple her over each time. Then I punched her right eye a time or three, but only her right, because I like to see the difference – slitty bloodshot eye peering out of swollen, purple flesh, and then the healthy one with mascara and shadow.

My belt whapped over her bald head, giving it some lovely red welts, and all over the rest of her. I had to push her over to beat her tits properly, nice and hard, using the buckle end to finish it off to get a few spots of blood. Her cunt got a good lashing too, even though it really was nicely bruised already. Her ass however, was a mess from the guys going to town on it, so it was just as well the hogtie left it shielded. I intended to completely use the cunt up before I got rid of her, but I wanted to take my time, really enjoy the experience. I was thinking three or four years.

After the whipping, I got down to the serious business of vows.

“What are you, cunt?”

“Uh-hng,” my wife sounded through her gag. Nothing. Such a good cunt. I patted her on her smooth bald head in approval. The tears were still flowing but her eyes were wide and worshipful.

“Who are you, pig?”

“Urr.” Yours. I rubbed my cock over her face, wiping over her tears and snot and drool. I could see her pink tongue waggling desperately to reach my cock, and her eyes were just so stupidly grateful it made my dick jump. Stupid, stupid cunts.

“That’s right, you’re all mine, little piggy,” I whispered, poking my cock against her nostrils and wishing them bigger so I could really get some meat in there. That would look so good. I could see it now, a cock in each nostril and one down her throat. “Oink for me, pig.”

She did, but not as good as she could do with her mouth gag-free. Sacrifices, sacrifices. I shoved my dick down her throat and got a good slamfuck going, holding on to her ears and staring down at her as she choked and turned redder and redder. It got so violent she started skidding back and forth on her tits and belly, and her sweat was really helping the squeaking noises. I laughed. Life was good. This bald thing choking on my dick was my wife, her apartment and money and everything that had been hers was mine, and I could see a nice long life ahead for me.

I came on her bald head, in her eyes, up her nose, and treated her with a taste too – she had been a very good cunt, after all.

“Think of this as your baptism,” I said, rubbing my cum into her shiny baldness with my cock. I held my cock and whapped her on the nose. “Welcome to the Church of Your Lord Cock.” I whipped her face a few times, enjoying the feeling, the sounds of cock hitting cumsoaked cuntface.

“Your christening,” I said, pissing on her head and face. “I name you Pigcunt. Oink, Pigcunt.” She oinked. I laughed, looking down at the cunt desperately blinking piss from her eyes and snorting piss out of her nose. I finished off in her mouth. “The blood of Your Lord Cock.” I shoved my cock in. “The body of Your Lord Cock.”

I grinned, leaning down with my black marker and making it official. There, nice and clear on her forehead was Pig and across her cheeks and nose was Cunt. I was going to step back, give the camera a good look at my newly named wife, but her white bald head was too tempting. A big smiley face on top, then Pigcunt again around the back, and it was a work of art. There was so much more I wanted to do, so much white canvas, but I had time. She was my wife. We had the rest of her life.

“And here’s something from me.” I squatted over her head and let loose. Shit curled down onto her bald head, over her eyes, down her nose and some runny shit rounded it all off for a nice splatter effect. My dick was like stone, so fucking hard. I couldn’t remember the last time I had recovered so quickly. And the pig was squealling, eyes rolling wildly and choking as she rocked on her tits and belly. I think she was trying to get away. I was laughing, stroking my cock and enjoying the sight of my wife lolling around in shit and piss. Happy as a pig in mud, my pig in shit.

“You’re a good wife, Pigcunt, really good,” I said, breathing hard and ready to come again. She stilled a bit, her squealling ended, like my praise was all she needed to get over such abuse. So stupid. “But you know what would make me really happy?” Her big blue eyes with their shitty lashes blinked at me questioningly. “Eat my shit.”

Her stupid eyes teared up again, and a moaning sound came out of her mouth, a weird keening. It was eerie, so I shut her up by stepping on her head and pressing it into the shit. She was making those deep choking sounds you get when you give a really good deepthroat, her body spasming and twitching like she was being electrocuted, and I took pity on her and cut the ropes to her neck and nose. Her face fell forward and she was gasping, and heaving, retching. It was funny how much she resembled a fish then. I sat on the rim and waited for her to do as she was told. She would, I knew. She couldn’t say no to me; I was the man of her dreams.

It took her a while, especially restricted as she was by the hogtie, but that was ok. I liked the show, leaisurely stroking my cock as she practically used her udders for walking, hoovering up all the shit and piss with her mouth when she found her ring-gag didn’t let her lick very efficiently. She really was a good pig and I would have patted her again if she wasn’t covered in shit. It was fucking disgusting, and the smell – and she was eating the stuff. Unbelievable. I hadn’t had much respect for her to begin with but now, now my contempt for the cunt was absolute. Whatever she might do in future to redeem herself, it would never work; she ate my shit and I hadn’t even had to beat her.

I watched silently as she licked up the last remaining splatters, her tits squeaking on the plastic now and then as she moved.

“That’s great, pig, you’re a natural. Go ahead and throw up.” The words were barely out before there was vomit shooting out. Absolutely disgusting. “Go on, dip your face in your vomit, that’s a good pig. All over your face, roll it around. Move your tits into it, that’s it, good pig. Take a taste, come on – are you fucking deaf? Get stuck in there!”

And the disgusting pig was face down in her vomit, snorting and snuffling, like a pig hunting for truffles. She was crying again, causing tear tracks through the shit and vomit on her face. “You love me, Pigcunt?” She stopped her vomit eating and looked up at me, snorting shit and vomit from her nose, mouth and chin dripping with the slimy brown waste. Gorgeous. I nearly came right then and there, but then she nodded and I was too furious to come. If she hadn’t been too disgusting to touch, I would have beat the bitch senseless. And I didn’t want to dirty my belt. “Did you just nod at me? Did you just nod, you fucking cunt? I ask you a question, you answer! You understand me, you stupid slut?”

“Ehh Uhh.” Yes sir. And she looked terrified. That soothed me, but I was still looking around for something to hit her with.

“Say it.” There was a serious absence of punishment implements, except for electric cables, and as this was my home now, that just would not do.

“Ahh uhh ooo uhh.” So sweet, my wife. I calmed down at that sweet declaration , had the camera zoom in on her face and squashed, bulging tits. Bald, with graffiti, covered in shit and vomit and piss and cum, she was a right fucking mess. She was perfect, and all mine. I shot all over her face one last time, to make her feel loved, switched off the lights and shut the door behind me. Time for bed.

Great start to the honeymoon.

She started it all, this extreme side of me. Before, I’d always been rough with the girls, but after getting her, rough was left far behind and it was torture, no mistake. Once you get a taste of extreme, you just keep wanting more and more. It is addiction, and I’m a happy, satisfied addict. She wants it, and takes it, and it’s so satisfying having a bitch beg for her own destruction, and hating herself all the while for it. So much better than taking an unwilling cunt who’s too stupid to know her place, because I am not a rapist, no sir. And better than painsluts, because all they want is pain, the sick pigs. Give them a box of nails and a hammer and that’s them sorted. No fun at all. I don’t want them unwilling but I don’t want them happy and well-adjusted about it either. What I want is what I got - my willing, happy and self-hating wife.

I never even thought of snuffing her until she brought it up. She’d rather I killed her than throw her out on the street, she was nothing without me. That’s what she’d said. Now, every cunt in my life faces that possibility and I can’t imagine a life lived any other way.

I love my life.