The third afterstory is set a few months after the events of Afterstory II—in other words, a little over two years after the Finale.

The afterstories are meant to be standalone short stories that occur after the main story. However, while this story is a single standalone story, it is also my longest chapter yet. Therefore, I've split the story into smaller, numbered sections for easy tracking in case it's not possible to finish this chapter in one sitting.

Adele Cole is a minor character who appears briefly in the second episode of the second season, talking to her husband, who does most of the interaction with Lawrence. At first I decided she didn't play enough of a role in the original story to be included as Lawrence's slave. However, I have since decided that no female in canon is safe—Lawrence will fuck every single girl who appears in the original.

If you're not into some very, very kinky shit, then stop reading before section FIVE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This story is also crossposted on AO3. The afterstories are separate from the main story, and are titled "Decadent Afterstory." Illustrations for the scenes in section SEVEN of this chapter can be found there.

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PROLOGUE

"Lawrence! It's been awhile! How yah been!"

Marc Cole stretched out his arms as he approached Lawrence and embraced him. Marc couldn't quite believe his own eyes as he saw his old friend again. Lawrence used to frequently pass through his city, but it had been years since he had last visited. Marc had begun to abandon any hope of seeing Lawrence again as they slowly lost contact, but now Lawrence was suddenly just walking around unannounced in the middle of the market square.

"Damn, your hair's gotten long. And, uh, are you taller now?"

Marc marveled at his friend's changed appearance. In contrast, Marc still looked largely the same as he did a few years ago, including his big, thick, brown goatee. And though Lawrence seemed to have changed quite a bit, he still had his trademark stubble that seemed to never grow longer nor go away.

Even though as the one who had been traveling, Lawrence had a lot more stories to tell, Marc ended up doing most of the talking.

"Remember that whole pyrite bubble? Weird times."

"Yeah."

"Remember the Amarti boy? It was hilarious seeing the look on his face after all his smarmy bullshit. He's doing fine now, but he got fucked over so hard at first."

"Uh-huh."

"Wait, of course you remember Amarti. He tried to steal your girl! Whatever happened to her?"

"She didn't come with me on this trip."

Marc grinned, as if he had caught Lawrence in a trap.

"You told me that you two weren't a thing! So you're still together after all these years?"

Lawrence thought back to his complicated situation back home.

"You could say that."

"What's that supposed to mean? You mean you two still aren't married!? You should get on that, it's been so long!"

Lawrence shook his head and smirked, although to Marc it looked like a wistful smile.

"Anyway, where are you staying?"

Lawrence stared at Marc and paused. He hadn't exactly pondered that question, as if he had spent the entire trip never needing to worry about such a thing at all.

"I was just going to figure something out."

"Wait, you just arrived today? That's so crazy! You don't need to get a room at an inn then, you can come and stay with me and Adele!"

"Ah, that's all right, you don't have to—"

"It's fine, it's fine! It won't be a problem for us. And it's always good to save a few pennies."

Marc proceeded to lead Lawrence down a completely different road toward his house. Lawrence went along, protesting just to be polite even as he decided that he would stay with Marc after all. Truth be told, pennies meant nothing to him anymore, but he had his own reasons for wanting to go to Marc's house.

…

"Adele! I brought home a guest! You remember my friend Lawrence, right?"

Adele gazed at Lawrence as she warmly greeted her new guest. Adele was Marc's wife and business partner, henpecking him on all matters domestic and business. However, she was also responsible for what success they enjoyed, being the steadier and cooler-headed of the two.

Lawrence recalled the last time he had seen Adele, when he was in Kumersun during the pyrite crisis. She still looked largely the same as before, having changed little in appearance. Her long, dark brown hair was still tied in a messy ponytail, her lips were still full and thick, and her voice still had a deep, rich and sexy, mature tone to it.

Adele was big-boned and curvy, being almost as tall as her husband, with wide shoulders and a large frame. She had a large and thick body, and her shirt, which was supposed to be loose-fitting, bulged tightly around her massive breasts. Adele wasn't a conventional beauty. She wasn't slender and delicately built. Rather, her body seemed to have been built for density and durability. She was a workhorse, not a work of art.

Lawrence felt his pants grow tight as his penis became erect. His eyes lingered on Adele's unrefined body for a few seconds longer than appropriate as he took in her wifely, homely beauty, and he resisted the urge to masturbate right then and there to this ordinary but arousing woman that beckoned with her ordinary clothes and humble but charming smile.

Finally, Lawrence turned his eyes back to Adele's face, a faint trace of a tent still in his pants, and Adele smiled again, dismissing her guest's wandering eye as just her imagination.

Adele had just finished making dinner, and the three of them sat down to eat as Marc and Lawrence continued their conversation from before.

"Where've you been these past few years!?"

"Actually, I settled down."

"What?"

Settling down and opening a shop was every traveling merchant's dream, and Marc was suddenly quite happy for his friend as he heard the news.

"You settled down!? Where?"

"Up north."

"The north!? Well, damn, no wonder I haven't seen you for so long! It's quite dangerous up there, isn't it? What made you decide to go up there?"

"It's not quite the scary place that all the stories make it out to be."

"Isn't it cold up there?"

"Not where I live. I'm next to a bunch of hot springs."

"Hot springs? Wait, isn't that where they had that plague…what town do you live—"

Before Marc could complete his question, his plate suddenly dropped to the floor, spilling food everywhere.

Adele got up with great urgency. "Marc!"

"Whoops, sorry! I honestly had no idea how that happened!"

Adele and Marc began to clean up the mess, and once they had settled back at the table, Adele immediately began scolding her husband.

"Honestly, I knew you were going to embarrass yourself in front of our guest somehow! How many times have I told you to be careful with the dishes!?"

Adele continued chiding her husband, her eyebrows furrowed together and her thick lips curled in a scowl. Adele was a stern, strict wife, constantly yelling at her husband. However, the forceful way with which she expressed herself was very arousing, and Lawrence only found himself desiring the coarse, rough beauty in front of him even more as she berated her husband.

…

Adele and Marc lived above their shop in modest quarters that were nonetheless large enough to contain two rooms. Thus, Lawrence got a small bed to himself in a side room while Marc and Adele slept together in the main cooking and dining area.

Lawrence fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted as he was from all his traveling.

Marc woke up early the next morning, leaving the house as he went out to tend to business matters. He was the one who usually went out whenever something needed to be done outside the shop, while Adele stayed behind and tended to the house and the store while he was away.

By the time Lawrence woke up, Marc was already gone. He laid in his bed for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling and then out the small window as sunlight began to stream in.

He then leaned back in the bed and threw back the covers, exposing himself as he gripped his cock and began to masturbate in the guest bed.

Lawrence stroked his cock as he tried to figure out what to masturbate to. He finally settled on his friend's wife, thinking about Adele's big, bouncy breasts and wide child-bearing hips in his head as he started beating his meat.

Adele was a slightly mature woman, not yet middle-aged, but by no means a young bride anymore. For a more delicate and fragile beauty, this would have been a defect, but this only enhanced Adele's simple beauty. Her body was sturdy and solid, and she only grew in appeal as she aged, until her face and breasts and hips were now at their peak, the perfect ripeness to be properly enjoyed.

Adele had a rough, unhewn beauty about her. Everything about her was at once plain and attractive at the same time. Though she was slightly overweight, she also had thick, wide hips and a massive bust. Her thick, coarse body exuded a homely charm that was just as appealing as the slender, graceful bodies of Lawrence's harem of slaves, and just as arousing as well.

Adele was a raw woman with a harsh personality, prone to nagging. She would make an excellent slave. Lawrence looked forward to taming her.

…

Adele was in the kitchen, doing the morning chores. Her husband had already gone out for the day, and she was waiting for Lawrence to wake up. He was still asleep when she had gotten out of bed, and she decided that she would wait to make sure he didn't need anything before heading downstairs to open the store.

As she finished up the cleaning, Adele heard a noise coming in from the adjoining room. She wandered over, wondering if Lawrence was already up.

Adele entered to an alarming sight, gasping with shock as she caught Lawrence jerking himself off, fully laying eyes on him and getting a good look at his naked body for the first time.

Lawrence was far more stockily-built than she had remembered, with powerful, thick pectoral muscles and prominent, rippling ridges along his stomach. His arms and legs were now thick, trunk-like, and bulging, his muscular build having previously been hidden underneath his baggy clothes.

However, scariest of all on this beastly hulk of a man was the appendage that jutted out from between his legs. Surrounded along the base by coarse, wiry gray pubic hair, Lawrence's bloated, monstrous cock curved up in the air as it towered over the rest of his body.

Adele stared at the contorted, trunk-like protrusion in horror. It was thick and twisted, its leathery sheath of a foreskin peeled back to reveal a pulsating, crimson head. The entire shaft glistened and dripped, eternally wet and hot. It seemed to breathe on its own, expanding and contrasting like a hideous, grotesque beast, the bulging veins throughout its length pulsing and beating like its very own heart.

Lawrence's veiny, bulbous member was a deep, dark color, almost disfigured in its swarthy blackness. The deep, leathery-tanned brown along his base quickly turned into a deep maroon as it went further up his shaft, and to Adele, the turgid limb that rose above his loins seemed like it belonged to a completely different being altogether—one that was more beast than human.

Lawrence stared at Adele as she walked in, looking directly at her as he began jerking even faster. He completely ignored Adele's discomfort as he pumped his shaft with impunity, continuing to fantasize about his friend's wife while he ogled the real thing, staring at her breasts and hips.

Finally, Lawrence grunted and came all over his hands. He laid out on his bed, gasping for breath in his post-orgasmic state and completely ignoring Adele's shocked reaction.

"Um, excuse me…"

Adele slipped out of the room as quickly as possible, returning to the main room while Lawrence rested for a few more minutes, staring up at the ceiling as his cock rested on his thighs before finally getting up and putting some clothes on.

Adele was still in the kitchen as Lawrence walked in, and she glanced awkwardly in his direction. Lawrence looked directly at her without saying anything, passing her by as he rinsed his hands in the wash basin. Wiping his hands on a towel, he then went downstairs into the shop area and left the house.

…

Adele averted her eyes as Lawrence came back later that afternoon. Lawrence glanced at Adele, saying nothing but allowing the awkward silence to do all the talking for him.

Adele did her best to avoid looking at her guest, but every time she turned her eyes toward him, Lawrence was staring back. Even though she and Lawrence and Marc were all eating dinner together, whenever she glanced in his direction, Adele somehow always found Lawrence gazing at her and her only.

Adele went to bed heavily shaken, only slowly falling asleep as she had a fitful night's rest.

…

"SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK"

Adele leaned back against the chair, grasping the table for support as she masturbated, spreading her legs wide as she played with her pussy. Adele began to whimper and scream, her fingers schlicking loudly against her pussy lips as the viscous, clear pussy juice streamed out onto her arms.

She couldn't get the vision of Lawrence's cock out of her mind, no matter how much she flicked her bean. Even now, days later, it was still embedded inside her head, the vivid, graphic sight of his throbbing and shaking cock. It was over thrice as long as her husband's, and in fact it was far larger and thicker than she had thought possible.

Adele dug her fingers in deeper, the slimy schlicking sound growing even louder as she continued to think about Lawrence's cock. Her legs began to twitch, and she clenched her toes. Adele seized up, shaking and flopping around as she clutched the counter for support, and her breasts bounced and jiggled as she finally came.

Adele gasped for breath, spreading her pussy lips as she continued to quiver and squirt all over the floor. She collapsed into a chair, staring at her hand as she examined the thick, crystal-like webs hanging between her fingers.

Adele threw her head back, staring at the ceiling, gasping for breath as she continued to leak pussy juice all over the chair.

Even several days and countless orgasms later, she still couldn't get the vision of Lawrence's cock out of her head. Adele moaned, her body aching with exhaustion, as she placed her hands at the opening of her pussy and immediately began masturbating again.

…

Adele stood in front of Lawrence's room the next morning and waited for him to come out.

Lawrence emerged from his room and immediately bumped into Adele, who gave him a knowing look back as she blocked his path. He had expected this moment to come, and he didn't seem surprised at all as Adele finally stood before him, nervous and cowed, not at all looking like the strong, forceful woman she was around her husband.

Lawrence scanned Adele's body, eyeing her up and down. Without saying a word, he had figured out all that he needed to know.

"Take off your clothes."

Adele stared at Lawrence in surprise as she listened to his command. She hesitated at first, simply watching him as his expressionless face remained unchanged.

Then, after this moment's hesitation, Adele obeyed without a word as she began to take off her jacket. Once she had thrown it aside, Adele then pulled off her top, revealing her large, naked breasts. Then finally loosening her skirt, Adele let it fall to the ground as she revealed her naked crotch and ass cheeks.

Adele stood in front of Lawrence completely naked, her large frame now completely exposed, not a single scrap of clothing covering her body.

Lawrence ogled his friend's wife, growing erect as he finally stared at her busty, naked body for the first time. Adele's massive breasts drooped slightly, her large nipples standing thick and fully erect from her dark, burnt-umber areolae.

Adele's stomach and hips were slightly saggy, but still shapely. Her belly was soft, her naked belly button drooping on top of the doughy layer of fat that surrounded her waist.

Adele's crotch was thickly covered with pubes, a thick wiry layer of dark brown fur covering her crotch and thighs. She gave off a strong, musky smell, and Lawrence sniffed loudly as he examined Adele's hips, not at all hiding what he was doing as Adele grew even more flustered.

Adele was a woman of volume, and though she was not a conventional beauty, her weight and presence gave her a special allure. She wasn't fat, but she was thick and busty enough that her entire body vibrated and shook whenever she moved.

Lawrence grew incredibly aroused by his host's large, curvy body, and he suddenly grabbed Adele by the head as he thrust her face into the wall and had his way with her. Adele screamed, clutching the wall as she was suddenly penetrated, shaking her hips like a dog as she received her husband's guest from behind.

Her eyes rolled out of her sockets, and she trembled violently as she suddenly came, her pussy bursting all over the floor. Her entire body began to shake, and Lawrence grasped her by her hips, placing his palms on both butt cheeks as he gave her one final thrust and came inside her snatch.

Adele stuck her face to the wall, drooling in ecstasy as she slowly slid to the floor. Lawrence retreated to his room to put some clothes on, leaving the house as he abandoned his friend's wife and left her alone to clean up the mess.

ONE

From then on, Adele and Lawrence began to fuck whenever Marc wasn't around. They mated in the kitchen, in the bed, and even in the shop downstairs.

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"Oh-h-h-h-h…OH-H-H-H-H-H-H…OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Lawrence fucked Adele from behind, pummeling her against the desk of the shop in the early hours of the morning right before it opened. Adele's giant ass cheeks slapped against his body, creating a loud clapping noise that rang throughout the entire shop.

Lawrence groaned and let out his nut inside Adele once again as Adele cried out and shoved her face in the counter, gasping hurriedly as her body trembled and she immediately shot her guest's creampie back out.

Lawrence pulled out from Adele and flopped back against the back wall, leaning against a shelf as his flaccid dick dribbled cum all over the floor. He had already used his friend's wife five times that morning, and the store hadn't even opened yet. Adele's loins were now a sordid mess, slathered and dripping with semen. Her thighs stuck whenever she walked, producing a slick noise with every step, and her entire body reeked of cum.

Lawrence grabbed Adele and made out with her, kissing his human fleshlight that he had just finished pleasuring himself inside. Pulling away, Lawrence pulled his pants back up and stepped out from behind the counter just as the store opened for business.

Lawrence exited the shop, nonchalantly passing by a customer who was just entering the store.

Adele did her best to look normal, struggling to control her breath and hide the cum between her legs as she prepared to serve her first customer of the day.

…

"Good morning, Lawrence-san."

Adele turned around and smiled, cocking her head as she greeted her guest. As she now did first thing every morning after Lawrence entered the kitchen, Adele walked up to Lawrence and grabbed him by the neck as she pulled him in and kissed him.

"CHU-U-U-U-U-U-U…ju-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ru-u-u-u-u-u-u…chu-u-u-u-u-PA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A…JU-U-U-U-pa-a-a-a-a-a-A-A-A-A-A-A…JU-U-U-U-U-RU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…chu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-PA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A…"

Adele sucked on Lawrence's lips, sliding her tongue across his mouth as she slobbered messily all over his face. Lawrence rubbed his penis against Adele's waist, smearing her apron with his fluids as he dripped pre-cum all over her stomach.

Finally, Adele pulled away with great reluctance, sucking up the string of drool that hung between her tongue and Lawrence's. She stepped back, staring at her guest as she stood expectantly in front of him.

"Would you like some breakfast, Lawrence-san~?"

Adele turned to the stove and scooped out some food onto a plate, presenting it before Lawrence as he sat at the table.

Neither she nor her husband ate breakfast, an unnecessary and extravagant luxury for most people. However, Adele spared no expense in making sure that her guest was properly cared for. Once she had realized the true extent of Lawrence's appetite, she got up extra early every morning to care for his needs, specially cooking an extra meal just for him each day.

Adele presented Lawrence's breakfast, placing the plate in front of him as she bowed. She giggled as she then grasped him by the head and kissed him on the cheek.

Lawrence stared at the plate for a second before wolfing it down with alarming speed. Adele watched with girlish anticipation, smiling nervously with no trace of her former, headstrong personality.

Lawrence burped and pushed the plate aside as he finally finished eating.

"That was excellent, woman."

Adele squealed with delight, blushing at her guest's compliment. She got on the ground and kissed the tip of her guest's cock in gratitude, smearing her lips with pre-cum as she kissed him directly on the urethra.

Adele opened up her lips some more as she wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock. Lawrence's glans was large, a gleaming, quivering gland that could barely fit inside her. Adele struggled and strained as she did her best anyway, sucking off her guest as she went deeper, stuffing her guest's cock in her mouth until she finally gagged around halfway in.

Then there was her guest's giant leathery testicles. They had an intoxicating odor of thick and fermented fungus mixed with salt and musk. Lawrence's balls hung in their bulging nutsack, each individually larger than goose eggs as they dangled in front of Adele's nose. Adele salivated, her eyes tearing up as the rancid smell seeped into her nose and made her cunny wet.

Adele began to pleasure herself, playing with her pussy as she spread her legs for Lawrence. Lawrence watched his friend's wife perform for him and grew even larger inside her mouth. He held her by the face, forcing her to stay still as she sucked off the front half of his dick.

Lawrence came inside his friend's wife's mouth, grunting as his body jerked forward several times and his cock pressed against the back of Adele's throat. Adele's cheeks puffed up as semen came spurting out of her nostrils and her throat filled up with cum, and her pupils began to dilate as she looked like she was about to be sick.

Lawrence admired Adele's disgraceful visage, pulling out and shooting a few more strings of semen across her face and eyes as a parting present. Adele smiled, wiping off her eyes as she gazed up at her lover, giggling as he rubbed his dick and balls across her face, dragging his sweaty sack all over her nose and mouth before going back to put some clothes on.

TWO

"Good morning, Master."

Adele greeted Lawrence completely naked, standing in front of the kitchen table without a single piece of clothing on as she bowed to her master.

A few weeks after first submitting to Lawrence, Adele now went naked whenever she was alone with her master. She bared everything, hiding absolutely nothing at all. Her tits dangled openly on her chest, her nipples fully exposed, and her thick, bouncing ass cheeks were completely uncovered, jiggling and clapping everywhere she went.

Not even her shoes were safe, as she had thrown them away at her master's orders. Instead, she now wore thick leather sandals that her master had bought for her, which exposed her lovely feet and created a pleasant clopping noise wherever she walked.

Adele's body was no longer hers. It now belonged solely to her master and existed solely for his pleasure. She had already been getting naked for her master for several days now, but she was still not entirely used to being so shamelessly ogled.

Adele sidled up to her master and kissed him passionately on the mouth, grasping his face as she stuck her tongue inside him. Lawrence kissed back, grabbing his bitch by the chin as he held her face in place and sucked on her lips. The two made out for several more minutes, slobbering all over each other's mouths as they swallowed each other's spit. Finally, once they had finally untangled their tongues and separated, Lawrence sat down to eat.

Adele's loins began to throb as she watched him scarf his breakfast down, and she stepped forward, intent on rewarding her master for finishing the food she had cooked for him.

Lawrence watched with mild surprise as Adele suddenly got between him and the table, bending over as she turned her backside to him.

…

"UGH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…OH-H-H-H-H-H…OH-H-H-H-H-H…OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH…A-A-A-A-A-A-AGH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Adele clung to the tablecloth, screaming out in an angelic, singsong voice as she thrust her asshole into her master's cock. She did all the work, slamming her hips while Lawrence simply sat and watched, drinking a glass of beer.

The empty platter clattered as Adele continued to grind against the tabletop, gripping the tablecloth as she pounded her sphincter against Lawrence's shaft until the wooden plate finally fell to the ground and bounced on the floorboards.

Lawrence shut his eyes and allowed his cock to explode as he nutted inside his bitch. Adele clammed up and squirted from her pussy, spraying it in an arc all across the ground as her asshole began to tighten and then loosen. Once she had finished orgasming, Adele got up and kissed her guest on the lips, freely sticking her tongue into his mouth without any thought for her absent husband anymore.

Lawrence put his down his beer glass as his bitch pulled away from him, a strand of cum from her puckered ass-pussy still connected to his cock. Lawrence thrust out his hips, jutting his shaft in the air expectantly, and Adele bowed with a smile, understanding what needed to be done as she kneeled on the ground.

Adele began to suck Lawrence clean as she licked up all the dirty cum from his shaft, filling up her entire mouth with the taste of ass. Adele gently worked her guest along his shaft, moving her lips down his dick, kissing and thoroughly cleaning every inch of him as she slurped up the semen that had collected all along his monstrosity of a penis.

Finally, as she finally circled the base of his shaft with her lips, sucking on the skin around his hilt as she swallowed up the semen that had collected there, Adele finished off with a thorough rinsing of Lawrence's balls with her lips, enveloping each massive orb individually as she pleasured his testicles.

Lawrence grabbed his cock and jerked himself off as Adele sucked off his ballsack, rewarding his bitch for her efforts by orgasming a second time, cumming on her face as she pulled away from his sweaty, gargantuan balls. Adele giggled as a string of semen so thick that it completely glued her eye shut landed on her face, and she kissed Lawrence's urethra one last time before pulling his pants back up for him.

Her face still drizzled with cum, Adele sent her master off with a kiss to the bulge in his pants as he disappeared downstairs to begin his day out in the town.

…

"Forty-eight…forty-nine…fifty…"

Adele grunted and jumped on the floor, counting as she performed jumping jacks for Lawrence, who was sitting down, watching.

Not only was Adele now completely naked whenever she was in Lawrence's presence, she now exercised for him in the nude every morning after breakfast, straining herself in front of him as she worked up a sweat.

Lawrence had ordered her to exercise all of her excess fat off, and she willingly obeyed her master's orders without question.

Adele began to sweat, her majestic, large frame completely drenched. The soft mounds on her body, from her giant breasts to the gentle rolls of fat around her waist to her large, jiggling ass cheeks, bounced up and down as she jumped, slapping against each other.

Adele stood still, catching her breath as she completed the last round of jumping jacks. Her entire body was flushed, and her usually graceful visage was now disheveled, with strands of hair clinging to her forehead.

Adele smiled and kissed Lawrence before pulling away to begin her round of push-ups. Adele got on the ground, lying on her stomach on the floor as she began to work out her arms, counting out each round of push-ups with her mature, sexy, wifely voice.

"One…two…three…"

Lawrence continued to sit still, watching his woman work out in front of him. Adele's breasts began to jiggle and bounce against each other as she performed her push-ups on the floor. Her back was surprisingly tough and brawny, with thick and toned muscles that were only partially hidden by the layer of fat over them.

He became erect as Adele continued to work out, her tired muscles bulging and swelling each time she exerted herself on the floor. She dutifully completed her round of push-ups for the day, getting up again as she rested.

Finally, Adele began the last round of exercises, lying on her back as she took off her sandals and lifted her bare feet in the air. Lawrence watched intently, growing rock hard as her sweaty soles hovered in the air, and Adele began to perform her crunches.

Lawrence got up and stood in front of Adele, staring at her feet. Adele watched her master ogle her soles, growing flushed as she realized what he was going to do as soon as she had finished her exercises. Her toes twitched, and she rubbed her ticklish feet against each other in nervous anticipation as she continued to count out each crunch.

Finally, as soon as Adele finished the last crunch, Lawrence grasped her toes, shoving them against his face as he started licking them. Adele squealed, wriggling on the floor and laughing as her master had his way with her ticklish feet.

Lawrence sniffed them first, smelling their natural strong odor while he touched himself. Then grabbing them by the ankles and sandwiching his cock between her soles, Lawrence jerked himself off with Adele's feet, fucking her large, curved soles as Adele lay flat on her back. Finally, as he could no longer take it anymore, Lawrence came inside Adele's feet, nutting inside the tight, sweaty crevice between her arches as he drizzled her toes and ankles and soles with his cum.

Lawrence examined Adele's defiled feet, immediately growing erect again as he stared at her cum-glazed toes. He had just fucked her feet, but this was only the warm-up for the main course.

Pulling apart her legs, Lawrence climbed on top of Adele's thick, exhausted body and thrust inside her loins as he had his way with her.

THREE

Adele giggled flirtatiously at Lawrence, smiling at him as she placed his dinner in front of him. Marc laughed, watching his wife's strangely affectionate attitude toward their guest.

"That's a massive portion, Adele! Are you sure Lawrence can finish all that? I think you gave him twice as much as you gave me!"

Adele turned and gave her husband a deathly glare. Marc froze up, surprised by his wife's sudden coldness. In fact, even though he tried to play it off as a joke, Adele had really given Lawrence more food than herself and Marc combined. In fact, for the past week, she had been steadily increasing Lawrence's portion each night until the difference between his plate and theirs had become laughably obvious.

Even so, Lawrence had no trouble at all finishing his serving of food. Adele batted her eyelashes lovingly at her master, scooping more dinner onto his plate without him even asking.

Marc reached over to get some as well and was greeted with a slap on his hand. Adele glared at him, baring her teeth as she threw his arm back toward him.

"The…extra…food…is…for…our…guest…"

Adele gritted her teeth, glowering at her husband with feral rage.

"All of it? Do you realize how much this is!?"

Adele didn't yield, and Marc reluctantly sat back in his chair. Indeed, Adele had begun cooking prodigious amounts of food every meal, and it was starting to show in their budget. They now spent a week's income every day on groceries, and all of the extra food was going to their guest. Marc now stared at his old friend in dismay each night as Lawrence continued to finish off each growing plate with ease.

Marc clutched his stomach as it began growling. Even though his wife was overworking herself to produce the ever-increasing heaps of food every night for dinner, virtually none of it went to him. In fact, his own portions had decreased significantly over the last few weeks, even as Lawrence's had increased exponentially. Marc seriously wondered what further need there was to reduce his own already-meager portion when the difference meant almost nothing in comparison to the huge amounts of food that Lawrence was getting.

However, Marc decided to leave Lawrence out of this, and he continued to power through each night hungry, as his guest continued to eat up more and more of their house's budget.

…

Lawrence and Adele began going out together for shopping trips. The two of them now handled all things related to food as Marc started to balk at the increasing cost of food for their household. They refused to let Marc know any of the details of their spending, keeping it a secret against his wishes.

However, there was another reason for them to go out together.

"AH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…OH-H-H-H-H-H-H…OOOOHH-H-H-H-H-H-H…UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH—OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ! ! !"

Lawrence shoved Adele against a small, dark side-alley as he fucked his bitch from behind, slapping against her as his cock went in halfway, prying her thick pussy walls apart with the tip of his shaft. Adele screamed, crying up towards the sky as she clenched her teeth and drooled.

Lawrence then grabbed his slampiece by the thighs and opened her up even more as he finally thrust in fully, slamming his bitch to his hilt as he entered her completely.

Adele let out another cry, shamelessly pumping her hips against Lawrence's crotch only a few dozen meters away from a busy thoroughfare. She no longer cared that she was out in public, clenching her toes as her walls squeezed Lawrence completely, enveloping his shaft entirely as he now plowed her with his entire length, overpowering her slit with the full extent of his member.

Lawrence pressed into his bitch one last time, piercing her and bringing his balls and the base of his shaft onto her pussy lips. He moaned as he came inside her, slamming his hips in small, miniature thrusts as he continued to shoot his load inside her.

Adele's body seized up as she received her master's cum. She trembled, her body shaking as she came for the first time that day, releasing the juices from her urethra all over the floor. Lawrence groaned again as the meaty, creamy walls of his personal onahole continued to milk his dick, and he pulled out completely flaccid, his dusky brown cock sliding out and clinging to Adele's thighs, glued to them by the mix of pussy juice and semen leaking out of Adele's hole.

Lawrence tucked his cock between his bitch's slick, warm thighs and then grabbed Adele by the face, turning her head around as he kissed her on the mouth. Adele responded back, thrusting out her tongue as she sucked and licked on Lawrence's mouth in the open air, dribbling and drooling all over his chest.

The two continued to make out some more. Their genitals joined in as well as their cock and pussy began to rub against each other, leaking semen and pussy fluid all over their legs.

Finally, after several minutes rutting in the abandoned alley, Lawrence and Adele merged back out into the crowd of people, unnoticed. The two smiled at each other, holding each other by the crotch as they groped each other's genitals and continued toward the market square.

…

Adele and Lawrence sat across from each other at the table, staring at each other flirtatiously while Marc sat off to the side, increasingly marginalized and forgotten in his own house, provided with a small snack that comprised less than a third of the amount of food he used to get.

Adele had taken off her sandals, leaving them on the floor as she rubbed her gleaming bare feet against Lawrence's legs. Her large, healthy tan feet glided across Lawrence's hairy calves, rubbing them down with her toes as she massaged his legs and feet.

Adele began to rub both her feet down a single leg at once, grabbing his calf with both soles, gripping it with her toes as she massaged him with the balls of her feet. Adele gazed intently at Lawrence, grinning as she squeezed his leg with her large, supple feet.

Adele then began to move down to Lawrence's foot, touching and rubbing him with both her feet, pleasuring his sole with all ten of her toes. She then rubbed down Lawrence's foot from both sides with her soles, playing with them as her own feet grew sweaty and hot. Lawrence felt his foot becoming enveloped by Adele's massive toes, which were so long and flexible that they might as well have belonged to a monkey, and he grew erect, his cock poking out from his pants as his bitch continued to give him a slutty foot massage with her slutty gorilla feet.

Adele licked her lips as she watched her master squirm. She felt her pussy get wet as Lawrence began to fight back, digging his toes against hers. Their toes began to wrestle in the air, but Adele's toes quickly overpowered Lawrence's single lone foot. Adele squeezed Lawrence's toes between her own, pinning them into submission.

Lawrence admitted defeat, obediently becoming still as Adele established dominance over him. Now forbidden from moving his feet, Lawrence sat with his vulnerable soles sitting helplessly as Adele began to tickle him with her feet.

Adele continued to gloat over her victory, torturing her master as she ran her toes all over his exposed feet. Lawrence's became hard as Adele continued to tickle his feet, and he glared at Adele, angrily receiving his pleasure as his erect cock twitched between his legs.

Marc watched Adele and Lawrence, growing more and more disgruntled as he saw the chemistry between them. He began to notice the sounds coming from below the table, and he grew suspicious as he saw the smiles and giggles on his wife's face each time she shifted her legs.

Marc clenched his fist and shoved his chair back as he suddenly leaned over and looked under the table without warning.

Lawrence's legs were positioned right in front of his chair, where they were supposed to be. His loose pants were completely draped over his legs, and he had both of his shoes on.

Adele was similarly sitting properly as well, her legs right where they were supposed to be, her skirt entirely covering her legs and her feet resting securely inside their sandals.

Marc raised his head back above the table, glaring at the two with suspicion. He didn't bother checking for the rest of the meal, but even so, as he laid eyes on his wife's bare feet, he couldn't help but wonder why she had switched shoes. She had been wearing a perfectly good pair of shoes just a few weeks ago, and sandals were generally considered a step down.

He knew it was silly, but Marc felt as if there was something whorish about the way his wife now simply flaunted her toes.

…

Adele plodded through the kitchen on her hands, shaking and struggling to hold her balance as she slowly made her way around the room. She held a large breakfast platter on her feet, shaking as she felt the hot plate against the soles of her feet and her toes. She existed to pleasure her master, and when he had ordered her one day to start servicing him with her feet, using her hands to walk, she obeyed without hesitation.

Adele finally made her way to her master's table, placing the plate in front of him.

"M-Master, These Feet have served you. These Feet thank you for your benevolence."

Adele bowed with her feet, curling her toes deferentially. She used the proper form of address for herself, taking care not to use pronouns, which were too direct and presumptuous for someone of her low status. Instead, she referred to herself with her body parts as a symbol of her submission. This was fitting for a slave such as herself, who was nothing more than a set of body parts for her master to use as he pleased.

Lawrence stared at Adele's oversized soles and started jerking off. Adele shrieked in surprise as her master suddenly whipped out his dick, and she cried out as he nutted all over her ass and back. Lawrence stared at Adele's naked body, growing aroused again as he watched her struggle to keep herself upright with her hands.

Then slapping her on the ass, he sent her on her way again to get him his beer.

Exercise had done good for Adele's body. Her rolls of fat were slowly melting away, and her body was becoming more toned and muscular. He could see the abs on her stomach now, rippling and rolling as they struggled, along with her other core muscles, to keep Adele upright.

Lawrence continued to ogle Adele's body as she walked around the kitchen on her hands. It was even more beautiful now that it was upside down, and when Adele finally made it to the table with the glass of beer between her toes, Lawrence decided to reward her by spreading her legs and pounding her asshole.

"OH! YES, YES! THESE FEET THANK YOU FOR YOUR GENEROSITY, MASTER! PLEASE, FUCK THIS ASSHOLE HARDER! CUM INSIDE THIS ASSHOLE PLEASE, MASTER!"

Lawrence nutted inside Adele's asshole, getting back up with a roar as Adele finally fell to the ground. He picked her limp body back up and propped it against his legs, rubbing his cock against her tits and stomach as he started eating.

…

Marc sat behind the counter, angrily staring out at his shop. He and Adele had slowly switched roles, as she slowly went out more and more for business matters involving their shop, and he stayed behind to tend the place.

There was something deeply unsatisfactory about this arrangement. There was nothing wrong with it business-wise, as Adele handled everything perfectly fine enough.

However, what really gave him pause was the way Lawrence always accompanied her on these trips. This was supposedly for his business experience, but something about the arrangement made Marc uneasy.

He didn't want to suspect anything because Lawrence had been a good friend of his for a long time. Even so, it had already been years since they had last seen each other. Lawrence had changed; he wasn't the same person Marc once knew. And the fact that he was still around weeks after first coming over was starting to irritate him.

It was only his wife's insistence that had kept him from saying anything. But now Adele's insistence that Lawrence stay around was becoming suspicious in itself.

Marc was getting extremely upset over the whole thing, and he continued to spend the afternoon fuming over it, interrupted every so often by customers coming into the store.

…

"Does Master desire some beef for supper?"

"Of course, Slave."

Adele beamed at Lawrence, turning back to the butcher as she ordered an expensive cut. She was increasing the portions again for dinner that night, and only the best would do for her master.

Adele placed the wrapped cut in her bag as she began thinking about how she would cook it. The whole cut would be going to Lawrence, of course. She would not be eating it, and her husband certainly wasn't going to be getting any of it.

Adele took her master by the cheek and kissed him right in front of the butcher's stand, moaning amorously as her tongue slipped out from Lawrence's lips and drooled all over his mouth and chin.

Adele then squatted down and kissed Lawrence on the crotch, petting him in the pants, all within full sight of the rest of the market.

They then continued going down the stalls as they ignored the whispers around them, and Adele pointed to the vegetables on display at the next stand.

"Master~, how much zucchini should we buy? This Slave got twenty for last week's dish when she made the same thing."

"I see…let's make it thirty this time, then."

"Of course! You're so smart, Master~!"

Adele kissed Lawrence in gratitude, thanking him for his wisdom as he increased their household's expenditures yet again. Adele and Lawrence made out in front of all the stall owners, all of whom recognized her. Adele began straddling her master's bulge in front of the entire market, her crotch growing wet as she did so.

Finally, Adele stopped in front of the spice stand. This was one of the least visited stands in the market, but one of the most profitable ones, always able to stay open and never in financial trouble. Some of the most expensive ingredients in the market were here, and customers typically only visited here for special occasions and holidays, and they only ever bought incredibly small amounts.

"Master~, should we get some pepper this time?"

"Of course, Slave. And don't forget the clove and cardamom too."

"Master~!"

Adele ordered some of every spice on offer. It was all going to go into her master's food, of course. Her husband wouldn't get any.

"Slave, aren't you being rather stingy today? That's not nearly enough nutmeg. You need at least twice as much."

"Of course, Master~. Forgive This Slave, Master. You're so smart!"

Adele suddenly got on the ground, kneeling as she kissed Lawrence's feet in front of the whole market. The entire market began whispering and pointing, staring in shock as this respectable-looking woman humiliated herself before a man who was clearly not her husband.

Adele then got up again, dirt stains now lining her skirt, and ordered the proper amount of spices. The spices alone cost over twice as much as all the other produce combined, even though the tiny vials all fit into a single small cloth bag.

The household was already dipping into their savings in order to provide the food that Lawrence required. However, Adele did this willingly, sparing no expense and having no reservations about getting the very best for her master.

Adele and Lawrence kissed once again in front of the shocked onlookers as they went home.

FOUR

"Your breakfast is served, Master."

Adele first leaned over and placed the plate and glass down on the table in front of Lawrence, grasping Lawrence by the chin as she gave him a passionate kiss on the kitchen tables. Lawrence spread his legs and showed off his erect penis, still not having put any pants on, and began scarfing his food down, simultaneously draining his cup.

In addition to his increasingly massive dinners, Lawrence now ate almost as enormous a breakfast every morning, painstakingly cooked by Adele. He ate an average man's daily intake with this one meal alone, which took him less than a minute to finish.

Adele smiled as Lawrence finished her food. Then, obediently, she got on the floor and squatted in front of his chair.

Lawrence lifted up his cock, holding it in front of Adele's lips, and let it all out, urinating all over her face as he relieved himself into his friend's wife's mouth.

Adele held her lips wide open, smiling as she received her master's piss. She held it in her mouth until she could hold no more, and then she swallowed it down and opened up her mouth again to receive some more.

Lawrence continued to relieve himself in his human toilet, pissing into Adele's throat except for when he missed and got it on her chin, on her cheeks, or into her nose and eyes. Adele continued to hold still the entire time, happily receiving her master's liquid gold without flinching or complaining.

Finally, Lawrence shook his dick as the stream slowed into a trickle, and then into a few drops. Adele wrapped her lips around his tip and wiped him clean, staring at him the entire time as she did so. When she was finished servicing her master in this way, Lawrence got up, shaking his dick again as he slapped her across the forehead with his dong, and went back into his room to put on his clothes.

…

"One hundred ninety-eight…one hundred ninety-nine…two hundred…"

Adele completed her grueling set of jumping jacks, coming to a rest as she was finally allowed a respite from the exercise. Lawrence sat down on the bed once again, jerking off as he watched his slave exercise in front of him.

Adele lifted her arms over her head and showed off her body. She was much harder and more toned than before, with a beautiful, sculpted body that not even her husband had seen yet.

Yet she showed it off to Lawrence every morning, when she performed her exercises in front of him while he sat and watched.

Adele then turned around and started shaking her ass, bending forward and thrusting her backside in Lawrence's face as she bounced her cheeks. As she twerked for Lawrence, Lawrence got up, his sizable member growing hard, and grabbed Adele firmly by her waist, holding her in place as he began to fuck her.

Adele clenched her toes against the wooden floor, leaning on the wall as she bent over and took it. She began to cry out, pumping her body against the wall as her master pounded her, until finally he grunted and shoved his body against hers, pinning her down completely as he came inside her.

Adele moaned and clutched the wall, sliding down to the floor as Lawrence let her go. Her sweaty, sore, exhausted body was still twitching, leaking cum from her pussy, several minutes later as Lawrence stepped over her comatose body and left the house.

…

Marc gripped the store counter, shaking with fury as he processed the latest news, going over it again as calmly as his brain would allow.

He had first detected something was wrong while at the exact spot where he was currently standing, tending the store. It came at first in the form of hushed whispers and furtive glances. For a few days now, whenever his customers entered his store, they would whisper to each other and look in his direction. Some even pointed, making it obvious who they were talking about.

These were isolated cases at first, and Marc ignored them, thinking that there was just something on his face or something. However, as more and more customers began glancing awkwardly at him, and some even did their best to avoid looking at him, Marc realized that something was seriously wrong.

He hardly ever went out these days, as Adele insisted that she do all the shopping and business outside the house. However, after a few days cooped inside, Marc finally closed the store early one day and went out on his own, walking through the streets. Immediately, as he went outside, the snickers directed towards him made the intense whispers inside the store seem like dignified silence.

Marc sulked through the streets, looking furtively around him as seemingly every person around him pointed in his direction and laughed. Even though this clearly wasn't the case, there really were people laughing at him, and Marc began to panic as he walked faster, trying to dodge the stares, only to run into even thicker crowds of people all gawking at him.

Finally Marc was in the market square, the busiest part of the city. Here, the pointing and staring was at its most intense, and Marc looked around him and saw not only giggles and laughs, but also disgusted onlookers glaring at him and shaking their heads.

Marc passed by the produce stalls, seeing the looks on the vendors' faces. These were people that he had last interacted with less than a week ago, and that he knew well. As he looked at their faces, he understood deep down that he wasn't delirious, and he wasn't just imagining all this in his head.

Marc shook, his entire body overcome with tremors, as he stepped laboriously up to one of the stalls, looking the shopkeeper in the eye as he approached him, gulping as his heart pounded, his stomach sinking as a cold chill enveloped his entire body.

He knew that once he spoke to the shopkeeper that he would know the cause of all the pointing and laughing. And he knew that once he spoke to the shopkeeper that he would give up his last chance to cling to the delusion that this was all just in his head.

Marc swallowed. His mouth was incredibly dry, and he had trouble forming the words. He stared the vendor—the town spice merchant—straight in the eye and greeted him, asking him if business was good.

The local spice merchant gave Marc a wistful smile, shaking his head.

"Marc, there's something I've got to tell you…"

…

Marc gripped the counter, overcome with rage, trying to control himself.

The spice vendor had told him everything that he had seen, everything that had happened between Adele and the strange, scruffy-looking man who had gone shopping with her. He had told Marc about their public display of affection, about Adele's meek, submissive attitude towards the man, about their expensive purchases from his stall.

Marc gripped his head, feeling as if his skull was going to split open.

He had had it with these two. He was going to go upstairs and confront them. He would tell them everything he knew, and then he would throw the two of them out. He was the one who had been wronged, and the humiliation he had endured would begin to be healed once he addressed the problem head-on.

As Marc thought this, he gripped his head again as his stomach sank and the anger inside him suddenly curdled into a chilling fear. He imagined having to look his wife and longtime friend in the eyes and throw them out of the house, and he immediately felt sick. The thought of losing two people in his life at once like that was already painful, and his business would surely be affected as well.

Besides, he had only heard of these things secondhand, from other people. He hadn't seen anything concrete for himself. On the tiny…miniscule…off-chance that the spice vendor was mistaken, that the people around him had merely misheard and misunderstood Lawrence's and Adele's interactions, Marc would be making a huge mistake. He would be dramatically affecting his own life, as well as theirs, over a misunderstanding.

If he wanted to call out his friend and his wife, then he needed to have concrete proof first. Yes, he would find out for himself. After all, if…the rumors…were true, then it wouldn't make any difference if he took a few more days to confirm it.

And of course, there was still the tiniest chance that they all had gotten it wrong about Adele and Lawrence.

…

The shop was expecting a large shipment of some lumber and other raw materials over the next few days. As the forests where the wood came from were rather close to Kumersun, Marc typically went over to the supplier with his own wagon to pick up the merchandise. It was cheaper, and they already had a wagon at the town stables anyway.

The pickup was usually an overnight trip, as the ride back was far slower and took the better part of a day.

Marc had gotten a range of dates from the mill estimating when the wood would be available. Before the wood was set to be ready, Adele approached her husband and told him that she would be taking the wagon over to pick up the lumber.

"Why? It's still not supposed to be ready for a few days."

"Well, sometimes they finish early. Just in case, if it is ready, we'll have it in sooner. Since it's so bulky, it would be good if we could sell it faster."

Adele giggled, looking at her husband with an expectant gaze, as if she knew he wouldn't refuse.

Marc pretended to buy Adele's excuse and gave her permission to get the wagon. However, when she said that Lawrence would accompany her, Marc decided to probe further to see her reaction.

"Oh, you know, Mast—Lawrence did so much traveling, like in his two-month trip all the way up to the north, that he's an expert at driving~."

Adele and Lawrence left the shop several minutes later and headed for the city stables to pick up the wagon. Marc stayed in the shop for a few more hours before closing the store early. He then headed immediately for the stables and hired a horse.

Marc mounted the horse and headed out the city gates at a fast trot. It was late in the afternoon. At this pace, he would arrive just a little before sundown. Since the wagon was much slower, he figured that he would catch up to them before they reached the little lumber mill village.

Marc rode for a little over an hour before spying a dot in the distance. He pulled the hood of his riding cloak over his head and clasped it tight as he loosened the reins and leaned forward. His horse galloped at top speed, shooting past the wagon in no time at all. Marc made no move of acknowledging the wagon, passing it by and going on.

He continued to ride the horse as fast as he could, not relenting in his pace at all until he approached the small town. Once he was near the buildings, he slowed the horse down to a more leisurely gait and led it into town.

The village next to the lumber mill was tiny, and there was only one inn in town. Marc went inside and rented a room before then getting a table, keeping his hood over his head as he waited.

Within half an hour, he heard wagon wheels outside, and shortly thereafter, his wife and his friend walked in. They ordered a meal, and Marc sat some distance off, watching them intently.

To Marc's rage, Lawrence and Adele had ordered a prodigious amount of food. However, Adele barely ate anything, only drinking from her cup as Lawrence finished off the entire platter alone.

Marc forced himself to keep calm as he kept watching. Finally, after some time, the two got up from their table and headed upstairs. Marc waited for a few seconds before joining them, going up the stairs as well.

Marc couldn't tail them directly, as he would have gotten caught. However, he stayed close enough that he narrowed it down to a single wing in the hallway. He then placed his ear at each door, listening for their voices.

He quickly found the room that Lawrence and Adele were staying in, and in examining the door found, to his luck, that there was a gap in the door planks large enough for him to see through. Pulling himself together, Marc kneeled down on the ground and looked through the gap, getting himself into position as he spied on his wife and his friend.

FIVE

Lawrence and Adele looked at each other with smiles on their faces as they sat down on the bed together. The two of them had gotten a single bed—there was no need for them to have separate places to sleep.

Adele leaned in towards her man. There was no need to say anything—they began kissing without talking at all.

"chu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u…mmmph…ah-h-h-h-h…hanf-hanf-hanf-hanf-hanf-f-f-f-f…ju-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u…CH-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…JU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-RU-U-U-U-U-U-U…JU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…CHU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-PA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A…shu-U-U-U-U-U-U-pa-a-a-A-A-A-A-A-A-a-a-a-a…chu-u-u-u-u-ru-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u…"

Adele stood up and stripped for her master, taking each piece of clothing off as she tossed it aside. Lawrence did not reciprocate, remaining fully clothed as his bitch got naked for him. Her body was completely his now, and she turned around, showing it all off for Lawrence as she danced and shook for him.

Marc stood in place as his wife stripped and danced for his close friend. He couldn't move or speak or even look away—he could only keep watching, frozen in place as he silently began breaking down.

Climbing on top of his lap, Adele rubbed her big booty against Lawrence's crotch as she started kissing him again. She rode his lap, straddling his bulging tent between her thighs as she held Lawrence by the cheeks and serviced his mouth. Adele opened her mouth up wide, thrusting her tongue out as far as she could as she kissed him. She began to make some rather vulgar sounds with her lips as she started to lick his mouth, and she slurped loudly as she sucked off all the saliva from his tongue.

"SL-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-R-R-P…SLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPP…SLLLLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP…SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP…SLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP…"

Finally, Adele pulled away with much reluctance, gazing wistfully up at her lord as she placed her hands at his crotch and started rubbing his tent.

"Master~, This Cumslut wants cock~."

"Of course, Slave. Your wish shall be granted."

"Yes, Master~!"

Adele leaned in and kissed Lawrence again, thanking him by sliding her tongue across his face, opening her throat wide as she let out a series of low, sultry, mature moans. She then pulled away and slid down Lawrence's body, kneeling onto the ground as she pulled his pants down. Looking up at her master one final time, she then leaned in and started servicing his naked cock.

"SHU-U-U-U-U-U-U-PA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A…JU-U-U-U-U-U-U-RU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…RE-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-ro-ro-ro-RO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O…chu-u-u-u-u-u-pa-a-a-a-a-a…CHU-U-U-U-U-U-RU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…ju-u-u-u-u-PA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A…"

Adele pulled back her hair as she went in deep, shoving Lawrence's cock into her throat until her lips were wrapped around his base, her entire face contorted as she extended her lips until they looked like a vacuum hose. No longer did she struggle with Lawrence's fearsome girth. No longer did she have trouble shoving his immense length inside her throat.

Adele sucked her master off like an expert, shoving his dick inside her mouth without any problem at all. She began to make a series of deep, hoary, hocking sounds as her throat began to froth with mucus and spit, and she slurped messily with her lips as she began to slobber and drool all over Lawrence's shaft.

Marc watched at the door, shaking wildly. He watched as his wife, the woman who used to have trouble doing such a thing whenever they had been in bed together, readily serviced her new master orally without any hesitation, shamelessly shaking her hips as she sucked his cock.

Marc trembled in fear at the large, stained, brown behemoth that emerged from his friend's hips. It looked impossibly large, almost inhuman, and utterly terrifying to the sight, and yet his wife sucked it eagerly, even shuddering with ecstasy as she stuck the giant, breathing, vibrating monster down her throat.

Finally, Lawrence nutted inside Adele, blasting his cum into her throat with such violence that Adele's entire body shook and she flailed on the ground, clenching her toes as her pussy leaked all over the floorboards. Cumming slightly, until a small puddle had formed a few inches below her crotch, Adele got back up, leaning in towards Lawrence as she opened up wide and showed off the semen that had glazed the entire interior of her mouth.

Adele played with Lawrence's cum, swirling it around in her mouth with her tongue as pubic hairs lined her lips, before finally swallowing the entire frothy mix. She opened her mouth up again, moving her tongue around as she showed her master that she had swallowed his cum like a good girl.

Lawrence then pushed Adele down on the bed as he pulled down his partially undone trousers and kicked them aside. He then grabbed the hem of his shirt as he pulled it off as well, completely stripping off the last of his clothing before joining Adele on the bed, climbing on top of her.

Lawrence grabbed Adele by the breasts and began sucking her nipples. He squeezed her breasts, humping her thighs as his dick became erect again.

Marc watched at the door, shaking as he stared at Lawrence's muscles. His wife was somewhere underneath Lawrence; Marc could see nothing of her at all. He could only see Lawrence's bulging back and thick arms, and most of all his ass, which was facing the door from which Marc watched. However, beyond the disgusting view that greeted him at the peephole, Marc knew that Lawrence was pleasuring and savoring his wife.

Adele squirmed and writhed underneath her master's massive body, screaming as he licked her down her entire body. He kissed her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and her calves, until he finally reached her large feet.

Lawrence grabbed Adele's ankles, holding her feet at his face as he began to suck her toes. Adele squealed, arching back in the bed as her captive toes were roughly caressed by Lawrence's tongue.

Lawrence shoved Adele's fragrant toes against his nose, kissing the balls of her feet. Hers were some of the largest feet he had ever seen, and he marveled at their freakish size as he held them against his face, his cock nearly bursting with anticipation as he resisted the urge to cum purely from the horrifying smell of her feet.

Instead, Lawrence enjoyed his slave's feet some more, licking them down the length of their soles. Adele arched her feet back, baring the arches of her feet to Lawrence's tongue. He kissed and licked them, clutching her toes between his fingers as he held them in place. Once he had reached her heels, Lawrence went back up Adele's soles again until he was kissing and sucking on her toes once more.

Lawrence then got up, kneeling over Adele and locking both of her legs in place with his arms so that her feet were directly in his face. With Adele's feet shoved against his lips and nose, Lawrence began jerking off, sniffing his slave's feet as he pleasured himself.

Lawrence grunted a few seconds later as he jizzed all over his friend's wife's body, spraying his seed all over her breasts and stomach and thighs. The last few strands of cum simply dripped down from his dick, dribbling down until they landed on Adele's pussy lips. Adele's pussy began to twitch, spraying a little bit of pussy juice each time Lawrence's semen touched it.

Lawrence let go of Adele's legs and let them drop back to the bed as he grabbed her waist instead and raised her hips into the air. Holding her body in place, Lawrence slammed his body against Adele's and began fucking her in the pussy.

Adele lay underneath, shrieking with a piercing scream as she clung to Lawrence's shoulders. Her body struggled beneath Lawrence's domineering girth, and her legs twitched and flailed about before finally wrapping around Lawrence's wiry back.

Marc collapsed, clutching his face in terror as Lawrence mounted his wife. He was horrified at the way they had sex, at the way Lawrence pounded his woman with fierce savagery, entering her with hard, rapid plunges, pounding her pussy as if to rend it apart. It was not correct to say that they were making love—rather, Lawrence was mercilessly pounding a captive toy perched on the bed, the slave trapped beneath his body serving as nothing more than a receptacle for his cock.

Lawrence came inside Adele, throwing his body back as his cock released its load deep inside Adele's womb. Adele curled her toes, tightening up throughout her body as she came. She shivered, grabbing onto Lawrence as she spasmed on the bed.

Lawrence towered above Adele, his cock still inside Adele's box as she came all over the bed. He watched as she writhed in ecstasy, and then he grabbed her by the breasts once she was done, holding her back down as he entered her once more.

Marc covered his eyes, curling up in a ball as the grotesque mating ritual continued. The ritual was marked, not by love or intimacy, but by pure strength and volume. He was still tormented by his other senses even as he shut his eyes, most prominently by his hearing. He listened to his friend as he orgasmed multiple times, the sound of his cock nutting so loud that Marc could hear it clearly through the door. Finally, Marc forced himself to lift his head back up as he looked once again through the peephole.

Lawrence was now entering his bitch from behind, holding her by the legs as he pounded her doggie style. Adele lay against the bed, pressing her face into the straw as she slammed her hips against her master. The two were locked in place, mating like dogs as their genitals did all the work. Marc pulled back again, growing sick as he was once again treated to the sight of Lawrence's ass.

Lawrence nutted inside Adele one more time before finally pulling away. He walked over to the window, opening it up and staring into the night sky as he hung his cock shamelessly out the window, displaying it to the whole town.

Meanwhile, Adele lay on her hands and knees on the bed, cum dripping out of her pussy. It began dribbling down her thighs, coming out in large gobs as the dozen or so orgasms that her master had discharged inside her slowly came leaking out.

Marc saw his wife's defiled genitals and grew sick again, both disgusted and transfixed all at once by the sight. He was stuck in place once again, only pulling away when his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

The two lovers rested for only a minute before quickly returning to their work, the sow getting to the ground and bowing as her boar towered over her, staring at her with his penis erect.

…

Adele clung to the bed, her face pressed against the foot of the bed as she leaned against it, bending over with her legs spread.

Lawrence stood over her, spreading her ass cheeks wide as he had his hand in her ass, sticking three fingers inside her asshole as she screamed in pleasure and pain.

Lawrence stared at his slave's thick breeding hips and grew even harder. He cried out again, screaming as he placed a fourth finger inside, thrusting his hand even deeper as Adele screamed and sprayed pussy juice all over the floor.

Finally, Lawrence placed his fifth and last finger in, shoving his hand fully inside Adele's ass as he fully fisted her. Adele clenched up, squealing ecstatically as she came yet again, her body once again giving in as she grew delirious with pain.

Lawrence pulled out from Adele, placing his hand up to his face as he sniffed the interior of Adele's ass, growing hard from the putrid, unwashed smell.

Lawrence placed his hand on his slave's ass cheeks, spreading them apart as her already-loosened asshole stared out at him, red and gaping. Holding his cock at her entrance, Lawrence entered his slave's second pussy.

Adele threw her head up, crying out as her master reamed her.

"YES! YES! YES! FUCK THIS SLAVE IN THE ASS, MASTER!"

Lawrence grunted and thrust faster, savagely pounding Adele's anus as he created a series of loud slaps with his cock.

"FUCK THIS SLAVE IN THE ASS, MASTER! FUCK THIS SLAVE IN THE HOLE THAT SHE NEVER LET HER HUSBAND INSIDE!"

Marc twitched as he heard himself being mentioned. He stared at Adele's asshole as it was beaten raw by Lawrence's cock, and he fell into a cold sweat, growing nauseous again as his wife spoke again.

"FUCK THIS SLAVE, MASTER! THIS SLAVE IS YOUR PROPERTY FOREVER! FUCK THIS SLAVE IN THE HOLE THAT HER PATHETIC, WORTHLESS HUSBAND WILL NEVER HAVE! FEEL THE PLEASURE THAT THIS SLAVE'S USELESS SHITTY HUSBAND WILL NEVER TASTE!"

Adele thrust her hips against Lawrence one last time as she came on the now soaking wet layer of straw that lined the bed. Lawrence grabbed his bitch slave by her ass cheeks, holding her tight as he came inside her. Slowly, his thrusts became slower as he finished up his orgasm, the creampie leaking from her ass-pussy as she slowly pushed it out onto the bed, and he finally stopped, his cock resting quietly inside Adele's rectum.

Lawrence started up again as soon as he had stopped, resuming the frenetic pace of the previous pounding in almost no time at all.

Lawrence lifted Adele up from the bed as he continued to fuck her in the ass. Stepping into the center of the room with Adele still attached to his dick, Lawrence continued to fuck her standing up as Adele hung limply from his cock, only propped up by Lawrence's arms wrapped around her body.

Lawrence then locked Adele's neck in between his arms, squeezing tightly as he suddenly started to choke his bitch.

Marc quivered, his eyes wide with shock as he realized what was happening. He opened his mouth as if to scream, but nothing came out other than a hoary, parched squeak that was barely audible.

Lawrence squeezed tighter, constricting Adele with his arm until his veins bulged. Adele's eyes rolled up to the ceiling, and her body began to flail and twitch as she foamed at the mouth. Adele's neglected pussy began to stream thick yellow liquid down her legs as she pissed herself, and her body shook again for a second time as she came and then passed out.

Lawrence continue to hold Adele tightly by the neck, thrusting her limp body into his crotch as he came inside her. Adele's unconscious body twitched again as it received its master's cum, and Adele's glazed eyes, which were still open, rolled in their sockets as she drooled all over the floor.

Lawrence stood over his slave's body and started stroking his dick, casually jerking off as his bitch continued to lie still without moving at all.

Marc gripped the door, sobbing as the tears rolled down his eyes. He wanted to break down the door or get help, but he was stuck in place, unable to move, as if his body were forcing him to keep watching. He couldn't even make a noise as his face twisted in agony but his mouth remained open in a scream that wouldn't come out.

Lawrence held his dick over his unconscious bitch and suddenly came on her face, busting his nut all over her eyes and lips and breasts, glazing her face with his nut as he drained his balls to her unconscious body.

Adele came to as her master nutted on her, and she gripped her head as she looked around, squealing in pain as she wiped the cum from her stinging eyes.

Standing back up, Adele smiled at the man who had just choked her unconscious. Grabbing him by the back of his head, she made out with Lawrence again, opening her mouth as she slobbered on his mouth.

…

Adele lay on the floor, smiling at Lawrence as she fucked him with her soles, wiggling her gargantuan, shapely toes as she pleasured him with the balls of her feet.

Adele pressed her toes along Lawrence's dick, spreading them across the base of his shaft as she began to massage him with her toes. Lawrence watched silently, standing stone still as Adele moved her hulking giant feet along his shaft.

Lawrence closed his eyes, tightening his chest and stomach as he released his semen indiscriminately all over Adele's body and onto the floor, carelessly cumming wherever he pleased. Adele squealed as some of the semen seeped through her toes, coating her feet in slick, sticky cum.

Lawrence opened his eyes again and glared at Adele, remaining still. He had not ordered her to stop, and Adele smiled and nodded as she obediently started moving her feet again, her toes twitching with excitement again as Lawrence once again grew hard beneath her soles.

Marc watched through the peephole with dead eyes, his face covered with dried snot and tears. He had long lost track of time or his own body, and he could barely process the events in the room anymore, even as he continued watching.

Lawrence bust his nut onto Adele's creamy pink soles once more, shoving his cock-head inside the sticky warm gap created by her feet as he shot his load. Once he was done, Lawrence pulled out, his dick completely limp, his entire shaft from base to head slathered with thick, milky fluid.

Lawrence suddenly felt a familiar tense feeling in his bladder. He looked over at Adele, and Adele immediately bowed, getting on the ground as she understood her master's desire without having to say a single word.

Adele opened up her mouth, making herself available as she provided her master with an orifice to relieve himself in.

Lawrence lifted his cock over his slave's mouth, staring at her face as he started to urinate. Adele stayed still, obediently receiving her master's piss without moving an inch.

Lawrence began to move his cock around, occasionally missing on purpose as he sprayed other parts of Adele's face and body with his urine, getting it all over her. Adele received this gift without complaint, smiling as she swallowed several times, receiving the pungent fluid into her body with enthusiasm each time her orifice filled up to capacity.

Finally, Lawrence's stream ended, and he finished up with a weak trickle across Adele's forehead and hair. Once he was done, Lawrence placed his limp cock across Adele's face, resting it across her lips and eyes as his shaft covered her face completely.

Lawrence watched Adele as his bowels started to rumble loudly, staring at what little of her face peeked out from underneath his cock as he waited for her reaction. Adele simply smiled, licking her lips as Lawrence's intestines rumbled once more.

…

Marc had been lying limply at the peephole for the last several minutes, stuck in a daze. He finally regained his senses, slowly becoming able to process the things he was seeing again, and this time he rubbed his eyes, wondering if he could believe what he was seeing this time.

Lawrence was now standing in front of the bed, now almost directly in front of the peephole. He was only a meter or two away from the door, giving Marc a very good view of his erect cock and ballsack.

Behind Lawrence's cock and balls, Marc could see Adele kneeling on the ground, her face completely obscured by Lawrence's body as he pressed his ass into her face.

"Please use This Mouth, Master~. This Mouth will strive its hardest to perform to your satisfaction~."

"No, no, no…"

Marc gripped the door, shaking his head frantically, his eyes leaking tears once again as he silently mouthed the words over and over again.

Lawrence clenched his fists and thrust his ass back as he suddenly let out an explosive, blustery fart. His ass exploded, ripping out loud peals that grew wetter and dirtier until he was no longer just farting anymore.

Adele leaned her head back as her master pressed into her face with his ass, letting out a loud scream that was completely muffled by her master's asshole. Adele let out howl after bloodcurdling howl that was silenced by her master's ass cheeks, until finally even these muffled yells were drowned out by the gushing, streaming sound that filled her mouth instead.

Marc pressed his face against the door in horror, so entranced by the nightmarish sight that he couldn't look away. His wife flailed, her body shaking as she sat still at Lawrence's ass cheeks. Her throat throbbed, pulsing regularly every few seconds as she caught it all and gulped it all down. Occasionally a trickle slipped from between Lawrence's ass cheeks and missed Adele's mouth, dribbling down her chin or dripping directly onto the floorboards, confirming beyond a doubt what was filling up her mouth and stomach.

Lawrence grunted, opening his sphincter and pushing his waste through as it all drained from his bowels in a seemingly never-ending flood. He had saved himself for this night, eating Adele's cooking and allowing it to sit inside his body for an entire week. This had been his greatest effort yet, and he now expelled the same amount of waste as a peasant did in two months. He now released a torrent that dwarfed the Night of the Royals.

However, whereas sixty-four women of royal blood had fought over his waste then, a single woman now lay at his opening receiving his excrement. Lawrence continued defecating, opening his ass wide as he allowed himself to make a mess, occasionally missing Adele's mouth on purpose just as he had when he had pissed inside her.

As she had been ordered to, Adele had obediently refrained from eating anything the entire day. She had fasted for her master, knowing that a special meal awaited her at the end of the day. She now received this generous mass, her stomach filling up against its will as she received an overflow of waste into her body, a prodigious quantity of food that was more than she typically ate in a week.

Adele feasted on this grand banquet from her master's ass, gratefully receiving it without complaint as her master's slave.

When finally, the sorry moment came that Lawrence had finished relieving himself, almost half an hour later, the last little nuggets tumbling down Adele's throat, he finally pulled away, groaning with relief at his newly evacuated bowels.

Adele leaned her head forward and began cleaning her master up, licking his asshole clean. She began to masturbate, playing with herself as she ran her tongue up and down his puckered hole, entering his anus as she cleaned him off on the inside as well. When finally she came, Adele pulled away, a thick string of spit hanging from her tongue to Lawrence's asshole.

"Master, This Mouth is grateful that it was able to please you~."

Lawrence turned around and stared at Adele's face. She stared back innocently, smiling from the satisfaction she felt from serving her master.

Lawrence shoved Adele to the ground and entered her from behind, holding her legs in place as he fucked her in the pussy doggy-style.

Marc could see Adele's face clearly for the first time from the peephole. His face fell with dismay as he examined her and saw the telltale smudges and spots around her mouth and chin, the evidence of her bestial act.

Lawrence and Adele rutted on the floor. The sky was still dark; they weren't done yet. They would mate until morning, sleeping only when the sun came out. Until that happened, they would fuck without rest, their bodies locked in a vulgar dance, their genitals linked into an eternal bond.

Meanwhile, Marc had finally crawled away from the peephole, hobbling back to his room in shame as he clutched his pants, holding the wet spot in his pants as his soft, limp dick hung shamefully between his legs, a string of semen dangling from the tip.

He limped into his own room on the other side of the inn and found he could still hear the noises from the other room loud and clear, listening to his wife's screams as she was plowed for the thousandth time.

Everything: her hedonistic cries, the animalistic noises of her fall from humanity, every single detail of every single act, had rung throughout the whole inn for everyone to hear. In fact, the noises had spread out to the whole village, waking the entire town up with the sounds of their barbarous mating ritual.

Marc cowered beneath his sheets and struggled to do his very best to fall asleep. He failed at this endeavor, only able to sleep in fitful bursts of a few minutes each. The panicked beating of his own heart, as well as the deafening noises of lovemaking from the other end of the inn, kept him up until morning. Eventually, several hours after sunrise, the noises finally ended and the entire town was finally at peace.

SIX

Marc forced himself to get up several hours later. He had to beat Lawrence and Adele back to Kumersun so that he could confront them once they got back. Thus, he forced himself to get up early and made his way to the desk as he checked out.

He looked down at the register and found Lawrence's and Adele's entry. They had used their real names, including their surnames.

…

Marc worked his horse, speeding through the route between the tiny village and Kumersun as fast as he could. He was no longer in a hurry the way he was when he was heading to the little village, since Lawrence and Adele would not be back in Kumersun until late that afternoon. However, he was so angry that he ended up pushing the horse as fast as it would go anyway, working it until it began to strain under the pressure.

Marc covered the route in only a few hours, shaving several minutes from his previous time. He entered the gates to Kumersun, returned the horse, and headed back to his house as quickly as he could.

Marc stormed through the doors into his shop, staring at the closed sign. He left it alone, heading upstairs into the house as he felt too upset to open up the shop.

Marc lay in bed, fuming. He stared at the ceiling, boiling with anger until he had finally calmed down enough that he could hide his anger somewhat.

After some time, Marc finally got up and went downstairs into the shop. He opened the store, deciding it was no use to simply sit around waiting for Lawrence and his wife to return. He conducted business as usual that day, successfully pretending to his customers that nothing was out of the ordinary.

Finally, Marc heard the rolling wagon wheels outside his shop as Lawrence and Adele returned from their trip. He looked up at them and played dumb as they entered the shop.

"So, did they have the lumber?"

"No, it's not ready yet."

"Told you."

Marc shook his head as Adele and Lawrence went upstairs. It was almost closing time. There would be a few more customers trickling in, and then once it was almost sundown, he would close up the shop and then head upstairs to confront the two.

Marc closed the store and walked upstairs. He walked slowly, engrossed in his thoughts as he tried to think about how he would confront Lawrence and Adele. However he thought about it, it would be difficult, but there was nothing else that could be done.

Marc pushed open the door, so lost in his head that he was oblivious to his surroundings.

He entered his kitchen to the sight of Adele propped against the table, gripping the tablecloth as Lawrence entered her from behind.

"OH, YES, YES, YES! MASTER, PLEASE FUCK THIS ASS-PUSSY! FUCK THIS ASS-PUSSY HARD!"

Adele grabbed Lawrence by the head, straightening up as she gazed at her master with amorous eyes.

"Master~, This Toilet wants to kiss you with the mouth that ate your shit last night~."

"Of course, Slave."

Lawrence grabbed Adele's face and vigorously made out with her, grinding against her on the table as his cock continued to pound her rectum.

Adele was now wearing a collar with a chain attached, the kind reserved for beasts or slaves. Her body was fully nude, on full display for her husband as she fucked another man in front of her. Adele lifted a leg up onto the table, showing off her naked foot writhing in its leather slave sandal.

Marc's wife had changed dramatically. Her benign, slightly chubby body was no longer soft and pleasant. Rather, the softness of her arms and legs had gone away, and her limbs were thick and muscly, the fat around her stomach replaced with a pack of powerful, hard abs. The slightly tubby but warm and loving body he had once been familiar with had been replaced by a sharp, hard body, devoid of affection and emotion, devoted only to lust and sex.

Lawrence hugged Adele's large body and thrust even faster, grinding against her from behind until he came inside her asshole. Adele flinched, her entire body twitching with each shot of cum she received inside her body. The semen that she had already stored inside her snatch and asshole began to leak out, dribbling down her legs and staining the already filthy floor, which was already marked with spots from their current session.

Lawrence pulled out, and he and Adele began kissing again. The two made out all over the kitchen table, leaking their drool on the tablecloth. Marc stood at the door, powerless, unable to move as he was once again transfixed by the awful sight in front of him.

Lawrence and Adele kissed, their tongues licking each other with a fierceness and intimacy that Marc had never enjoyed with Adele. They then rutted again with an intense passion that Marc had never seen from Adele, as she willingly ground her massive hips against her master's groin, reaching levels of ecstasy he had never seen before on his wife when they had been together.

"YES, MASTER, YES~! THIS SLAVE IS SO HAPPY, MASTER! PLEASE, PLEASE BE WITH THIS SLAVE FOREVER! YES, MASTER!"

Adele kissed Lawrence again, and they started fucking again as their tongues clashed together in the air.

"THIS SLAVE IS YOURS FOREVER, MASTER! THIS SLAVE IS YOUR PERSONAL FUCK-TOY! THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO MASTER AND MASTER ONLY!"

Lawrence smirked sadistically and clasped Adele by the ass cheeks as he came inside her one last time.

The two rested, leaning against the edge of the table. They still hadn't so much as looked at Marc, and Marc waited several minutes before the two finally acknowledged his existence.

"Ah, Marc. You're here. Wonderful. I've been meaning to talk to you."

It was Lawrence, not Marc, who began speaking first. Lawrence walked over jauntily, spreading his arms out with a smile, with his dick still hanging out of his pants.

"Marc, I've been fucking your wife for the past few weeks."

Lawrence was not confessing so much as merely stating a fact. He then nodded sagely, thinking about his next few words.

"As I desire her carnally, I've decided to buy your wife as a slave."

Lawrence nodded again, smiling to himself while Adele glanced at Lawrence and beamed, cocking her head as her master announced his intent.

"Therefore, I would like to negotiate the price. Please, sit down."

Lawrence pulled back a chair and invited Marc to sit down at his own table in his own house. Lawrence placed his hands together, glancing at his friend with a cool, businesslike air as he prepared to discuss the price.

"Now, let us discuss your wife's body."

Lawrence yanked on the chain and brought Adele by his side. He pulled on her hair, bringing her face forward as he stuck his hand inside her mouth and touched her tongue.

"She has a nice face. Somewhat appealing, although not quite beautiful per se. It would not be of much value were it not for her mouth and tongue, which are quite exceptional."

Lawrence began to demonstrate by holding Adele close and kissing her deeply. The two locked lips and made out with each other, their tongues sliding against each other as they slurped noisily at the kitchen table. After several minutes of this demonstration, Lawrence pulled away and looked over, nodding to confirm that Marc understood what he meant.

"Her lips and tongue are quite exquisite. What they lack in finesse they make up for in raw power and endurance. Your wife's mouth is crude and unrefined, but it's very robust."

Lawrence stood up and gave another demonstration. He lifted up his dick, which was still hanging out of his pants, and placed it in Adele's mouth, ramming it deep inside her throat. Adele looked up at Lawrence, staying still as her mouth and throat were stuffed up. Adele stayed still without moving or even gagging as the entire shaft fit down her throat, and she moaned slightly as she fellated him automatically, deepthroating Lawrence without thinking as she grabbed his hips with her hands and started sucking.

Lawrence grabbed Adele by the face and forced her to let go as he pulled out. Turning back to Marc, swinging his dick towards him and dribbling spit and pre-cum all over the tablecloth, he nodded again, as if to confirm that Marc had seen it all.

"You can see what I mean, right? Your wife has an unpolished technique, but she's quite skilled at the basics, and her upper lip is quite elastic. She can now suck down to the hilt with ease, which is an absolute necessity for someone of my size. Now, she's still an amateur, but this is because she is untrained. With more practice, she can easily outclass some of my best pussy slaves…"

Marc barely registered Lawrence's words, nodding blankly as his eyes glazed over.

"Therefore, I propose based on your wife's quality of dick-sucking that her mouth be worth around four pennies."

Lawrence gazed at Marc expectantly, waiting for him to propose a counteroffer. When Marc was silent, Lawrence nodded and moved on. He grabbed Adele by the breasts, squeezing them as he fondled her breasts in front of her husband.

"Her breasts are quite exquisite—big, soft, and eminently fuckable. They're a very nice complement to her big shoulders, as you can see. Her entire torso is large and strong. It's durable, and you can do a lot of tough, intense work with it."

Lawrence pushed Adele onto her knees as he demonstrated for her husband. He placed his cock in between her breasts, pressing them onto his cock as he started tit-fucking her.

Lawrence grunted, letting out a couple of quick, shallow breaths as he came between Adele's breasts. He drew his cock out, shriveled and dark and smothered with cum, leaving an even bigger mess behind on Adele's chest as the semen began flowing down to her stomach.

"Now, your wife has started producing milk while I've been fucking her. She has a very nice pair of jugs, and she has done quite well producing milk after she's been nutted in."

Lawrence squeezed one of Adele's nipples, which had bloated up considerably, and it immediately began spraying out jets of milk. Lawrence placed his mouth at Adele's breast, sucking on her tit as he drank her milk.

"Now, your wife's yield is rather modest at the moment—only about ten liters an hour for each nipple. This is far too little to be of any use. It should go up the more she is trained, but that's an expected future yield that is by no means certain."

Lawrence placed a hand on Marc's shoulder, smiling at him.

"Now, normally, a good negotiator would refuse to pay a premium for the milk, since the potential future yield, while enormous, is uncertain. However, in light of our friendship, I want to make you a deal. Your wife's breasts are enormous, and they are otherwise of top quality. I want to offer you three sous for them, and I'll also add in a halfpenny as a premium for her milk."

Marc was unreactive. Lawrence looked down at his friend for a moment and then moved on.

"Her legs are wiry and sturdy now. As you can see, they're not beautiful in the usual way, but they're very tough. They'll be useful for a lot of work, and from the value of the labor alone, I'm willing to offer at least three grosso."

Lawrence proceeded to the rest of Adele's body, appraising each body part and offering his estimate on the price. Finally, he moved down to her feet and lifted both of them up to the table, showing off her massive feet, in their thick leather sandals, to her husband.

"Now, your wife's feet are exquisite. They're large. They're not delicately crafted, but their shape is very pleasing. Now, as you can see in your wife's toes, they're slightly dirty, and they have a rich, sweaty scent that you can smell right here—"

Lawrence spread Adele's toes with his fingers and sniffed them right then and there, pressing his nose against them and running his face down all her toes in a line.

"These soles are a nice color. They're a little ruddy, but this doesn't affect their quality or beauty. They'll make a nice addition to my collection of feet, and your wife will join my big-footed slaves. Because of their size and quality, they should be worth almost an entire florin."

Lawrence then shoved his face into Adele's feet, feasting ferociously on them as Marc watched in horror, mouth hanging open in despairing silence.

Lawrence then pulled away and propped Adele back up, forcing her to stand up again as he stood beside her, his prominent erection floating over the dinner table as he groped her breasts again.

"Your wife will be a suitable slave for me, Marc. Her body is ripe and perfect, at its peak, and with me it shall be preserved as such. Her arms are tough and strong; her body is thick and sculpted; her legs are lean and long. She will be useful for labor. I will work her like a horse, and she will become my draft animal.

"Yet, even though I will work her to the bone, she is even more useful to me yet as a pet. She sweats when she works, and the stench of her body is even more exquisite after she's been sweating. Her filthy, arousing body, useful as it is to me as a workhorse, is even better afterwards as a sex toy.

"I cannot look at your wife anymore without growing immediately erect, Marc. I cannot lay eyes upon her giant cow tits or her naked pink pussy or her bouncy fat ass cheeks anymore without bending her over and fucking her raw. Your wife is hot as fuck, and my cock gets hard whenever I think of her. She was hot when she was fat, and she is even hotter now that she's sculpted and muscular. But she will be at her hottest once she's pregnant.

"You two never had any children, did you, Marc? These thick, bountiful hips have never borne children; this hard, chiseled stomach has never been bloated before; and these big, juicy tits have never produced milk for a baby. This will change once your wife becomes my slave, Marc. I will impregnate her repeatedly, and she will bear dozens of my children; as soon as she is done giving birth to one child, I will plant another.

"Your wife shall be my slave both in mind and in body, Marc. She will be my workhorse, toiling every day for me in hard labor. Her fat tits and hairy pussy will hang in the open air, sweating and bouncing in the hot noonday sun for me to enjoy. When she is done with her work, or while she is still working, I will grasp her by the hips and mate with her. And finally, when she is pregnant, she will continue toiling and laboring, working in my fields or building my houses or clearing my forests with her swollen tits and giant belly hanging out for everyone to see.

"Your wife shall become my personal nutsack. I will spill my semen into her and fill her up until she's as fat and bloated as my balls. Her body is now my personal cumsock, and she shall be as filthy and dirty as one. She will be one of thousands of sheaths for my cock, her warm pussy serving as a tight fit for me to store my cock both when in use and not in use. Your wife is mine now. Her body now belongs to me, and I shall have her as I please."

Lawrence grabbed Adele by the hips and propped her over the table, spreading her ass cheeks apart as he reamed her one last time. Adele gripped the table, drooling all over the tablecloth as her body slammed against the table, ramming into it repeatedly and nearly tipping it over. Her feet hovered over the ground as she was held up by the strength of Lawrence's arms alone, and her legs twitched and shook as she came.

Lawrence took out two items that had hitherto been set aside, placed on a chair and hidden under the table. In his left hand he held a nose hook, which he promptly attached to Adele's face, stretching each of her nostrils as he yanked the cord, pulling her head back and contorting her nose until it looked like a pig's snout.

In his right hand he held a riding crop, which he began to thrash against Adele's naked ass cheeks, leaving bright red marks as she began braying like a horse, writhing her head in pain as she cried out in ecstasy and came all over her master's shaft again.

Marc clutched his face, watching the scene before him with a growing sense of horror, yet still unable to look away as his erection quivered in his pants. Lawrence's arms tightened up, and he pulled even tighter, drawing Adele close to him as her head was pulled back completely. He thrust even faster, pumping into his slave with savage force until he was merely masturbating inside his pet.

Lawrence suddenly stopped, holding his body still as he slammed his cock to the hilt inside Adele's body. His hips shook, and Adele's hard, chiseled stomach suddenly bloated up slightly as she began to grow full from her master's balls.

Marc stared at Lawrence and Adele, his face streaming with tears as he came in his pants, a weak, pitiful stream bursting out from the bulge between his legs.

…

Lawrence stood over the slumped-over Marc, writing on a piece of scrap paper, seemingly indifferent to the look on Marc's face.

"Because of your wife's exemplary qualities and economic usefulness to me both as an animal and as a sex slave, she will provide several marks worth of profit to me in the first few years alone. Her body is an amazing investment, and I am willing to compensate you appropriately."

Lawrence put away the piece of paper he was writing on and presented a completely different piece of paper, an exquisite-looking piece of thick parchment, to Marc. Lying before the devastated Marc was a fully-written contract, already prepared and signed by Lawrence in advance, detailing the formal terms of sale by which Adele Cole would be sold into slavery.

"Marc, please sign this. It would be convenient to all of us if you would agree to this sale."

Marc stared up at Lawrence and Adele with dead, empty eyes, shaking fitfully. It was too late. There was no point in resisting anymore. Marc picked up the quill with a trembling hand and scrawled his name across the bottom of the document, his dull, lifeless eyes scanning the contract cursorily without taking in a single detail.

"Good. Under the terms of this contract, the buyer (me) will have one week to test the merchandise to ensure the quality of the goods being purchased, during which time he has the right to return the item if it is found to be defective. The sale will be finalized, and the one-week trial period will begin once the goods in question attaches her seal to the document."

Lawrence heated up a stick of sealing wax in the kitchen fire, holding it over the contract as it dribbled bright red wax onto the parchment, forming a giant pool along the bottom of the contract.

Lawrence then took Adele, who was waiting dutifully by the table, still naked, and led her on top of the table. Now squatting on the tabletop, she faced her soon-to-be ex-husband, displaying her pussy lips in his face.

"As a pussy slave, you will use your personal, unique seal on this document. As such, you will seal this document with your cunt."

Lawrence then pressed the bottom of the contract against Adele's pussy, digging his palm against Adele's crotch with great force as he applied the piping hot wax along her clitoris and labia. Adele screamed, uttering a bloodcurdling yell as the burning pain seared into her private parts. She began to squirt all over the contract, staining it with her pussy juices as she came. She began to flail around on the table, her juicy, thick toes wriggling directly in front of Marc, her flushed red pussy quivering right in his face.

Finally, Adele collapsed, falling on the table as she flailed around, her whole body erupting into spasms as she continued to orgasm, Lawrence's hand cupped firmly over her genitals with the crumpled paper the entire time.

Once Adele stopped cumming, and the wax had cooled down completely, Lawrence pulled the paper away, revealing the imprint of Adele's pussy lips across the shining red seal on the bottom of the contract. Flaunting the contract in front of Marc's face, Lawrence pulled out a bag of coins, spilling the contents onto the table.

Marc watched blankly as dozens of gold, silver, and copper coins streamed out of the leather bag. The money that poured out was far more money than he had ever seen at one time. It was many more times the already extravagant amount of money that he had spent housing and feeding Lawrence. In fact, it was many more times the amount of money than he had made in a year, two years, possibly even a decade, from his shop.

Lawrence had been carrying around this money the entire time while he was staying with them, a small fortune of gold and silver that was more than Marc had earned his entire life, and yet he had made Marc pay for everything anyway.

Lawrence counted a few of the coins from his massive pile and placed them in front of Marc.

Out of the giant fortune that Lawrence had brought with him, only a fraction of it was given to Marc. A pile of copper coins, a stack of silver coins—and a single gold coin. This was the price that Lawrence had negotiated in order to buy Adele into slavery. Marc's entire marriage to Adele—all the memories, everything they had been through, everything they had worked for together—all that remained of it lay in this small pile of coins.

Lawrence shoved all the rest of the coins back into the bag and put it away. Grabbing the contract and pulling his pants back up, he placed his hand on his slave's back and led her down the stairs, naked. As his property, there was no need for his new slave to wear clothes, and thus she would walk down the street naked, her fully revealed body a sign of her personal humiliation and subservience to her new owner.

…

Adele smiled as she followed her master on a leash through the streets of Kumersun. The onlookers gawked at her body, staring in shock as the formerly respectable woman flaunted her hard, chiseled body behind the large, hulking, vaguely sinister-looking man walking ahead of her.

In this way, Master and Slave displayed their relationship to the whole town, walking through the entire city until they reached a rather seedy-looking neighborhood along a side road. Lawrence led her into an old-looking house that looked like it had been abandoned and condemned already.

The interior looked worn-down and ill-maintained, but what personal items lay around were expensive and well-made, from the food to the silverware and porcelain to the dildos lying on the table.

Lawrence took Adele to the bed, which was to the side against a wall. He threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her legs, straddling her thighs as he admired her naked body.

"Master, what shall we do?"

"We shall fuck, of course, my Slave."

Adele smiled and batted her eyelashes. Lawrence continued as he began to lie down on top of Adele's body.

"Per our contract, I have the right to test my newly acquired property for one week to ensure its quality. Thus we will spend the next week doing nothing but fucking. You will not be getting any sleep. Your entire body will be dedicated to me, to be used as often as I please."

Adele giggled and kneeled before Lawrence, sucking his nipple in gratitude. She clung to his chest, kissing him as she began to grow wet. Her fingers clutched his pecs, shivering as her tongue and lips cleaned off his hairy teat, until finally she pulled away, reluctantly licking her lips and looking back up at her master.

"Your only purpose in life is to pleasure my body. You owe your fealty to my cock. It is your master. You will worship it and treasure it. It is far greater and dearer than your own life, and you exist only to serve it."

Adele gave a joyous moan of assent and dipped her head again, sucking her master's other nipple, loudly slurping as she slobbered all over his sensitive teat.

"It will a brutal and punishing test, Slave. You will be forced to satisfy me in every one of my needs, incessantly and without question. Your body will be in constant use the entire week. You will obey my every order, no matter how painful and onerous. If you fail to satisfy me even once, I will throw you away and return you to your husband disgraced."

Adele smiled at her master again. "And if This Slave passes, Master?"

"You will receive an even more cruel and brutal fate yet. You shall become a pussy slave, forced into a brutal existence of sleeping and eating and sex. You shall be locked away, never to be seen by the outside world again. You will eat slop from a trough and sleep in tiny prison cells stacked full of other slaves. You will do nothing but toil, pleasure my cock, eat, sleep, and mate with your fellow pussy slaves. You will be stripped away of your dignity forever. You will lose all ability of higher reasoning and the ability to speak. In short, you will lose all that makes you human, and you will be an animal in all but name."

Adele moaned one last time and got on the bed, grabbing her master's loins as she began to suck his cock. Lawrence moaned, grabbing Adele by the head as he shoved her in deeper and began to fuck her throat, grunting as he thrust his hips into her mouth and began the fucking that would last for one hundred and sixty-eight more hours.

SEVEN

Marc spent the next few days in a haze, becoming oblivious to the world around him as he began life without his wife. He now managed things alone, running the store on his own and coming back to an empty home every day.

He passed the days in a stupor, barely noticing as they passed by.

Finally, a week after the sale, Marc returned home after an afternoon of running errands. He had grown numb to the whispers around him, having already heard everything that could possibly be said about him. He entered the shop, which was closed for the day, and stumbled upstairs into the house.

"AH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-H-H-H-H-H…OOOOOOOOOHHHH…AHHHHHHHHHHHHH…AUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…EEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Lawrence and his slave were hunched over on the ground, mating on the floor of the house that now belonged to Marc alone. Lawrence was on top of his slave, bearing his entire weight down on her body.

Marc looked on at the woman that used to be his wife in horror. Her head was shrouded in a large white hood that covered everything above her mouth and nose, completely hiding her hair and eyes. She wore a long white robe that was cut away at the chest and crotch, revealing her breasts and pussy while covering everything else. Her long, muscular legs were covered in white leggings as well, hiding them under a field of white that only ended at her ankles, when her feet were once again exposed, her giant, thick, rugged, toes left uncovered in their rough beauty, instead encased in large, black leather sandals.

His wife now jangled with colorful, garish jewels from every orifice and erogenous zone on her body. Her nipples were weighed down with bright gold piercings, each nipple adorned with a large golden barbell, as well as smaller piercings of emerald, rubies, and pearls. Her belly button was inset with a large emerald brooch that glittered in the light. Her pussy lips were studded with small golden loops, while her clitoral hood had been pierced with at least five different studs, each one inlaid with yet another expensive-looking jewel, this time amethysts and aquamarines and diamonds.

She also wore large, heavy gold and silver bangles on her wrists and ankles that clanked every time moved, ringing in the air every time her master fucked her.

Finally, on each of her toes, she wore several giant toe rings, with giant thick bands of gold, silver, copper, and even iron. They looked more like chains than rings, trapping each captive toe until it drooped in her sandal, weighing each one down with yet another treasure chest's worth of gemstones. Each of the rings on her sweaty, dirty toes was expensive, the jewels and metal on a single toe probably worth more than Marc had earned in his entire life.

The woman who stood before him was no longer a woman, or even a slave. She was a decoration, a display of wealth and power that served as nothing more than a holster for her owner's massive schlong.

Master and Slave continued to rut on the floor, the slave making a loud ringing noise with her jewels, her gigantic feet banging against the floor as she was rammed repeatedly right in front of the man she had once been married to.

Lawrence grunted and nutted inside his slave one more time. As soon as she had received some more of her master's dick milk, she pulled away, shaking her hips as she turned around and started sucking him off once more. Lawrence grabbed her by the back of her head, clutching her hood as he rammed her face into his crotch and jerked himself off inside her mouth. He then looked up at Marc as he masturbated, greeting his former friend with a warm smile.

"Ah, Marc. We had a deal in our contract that I would have a week-long trial period to test out your wife before confirming the purchase as final."

Lawrence grunted and made a face as he nutted inside his slave's throat. His slave clenched her hips and cheeks, tensing up before becoming limp and pulling her lips away from her master's dick. She lay on the ground, clinging to his ankles as she started smacking the cum around and playing with it with her lips and tongue.

"It has been a week. I have decided to do the courtesy of visiting you to inform you that I've been satisfied with the purchase. Your wife has been exemplary. Her performance this past week has been impeccable."

Lawrence grabbed the slave off the ground and propped her up on the floor, fucking her again as he continued talking.

"I tested her body mercilessly, allowing absolutely no rest as I used it as hard as I could. Furthermore, I trained your wife diligently. She has proven to be a quick learner, and she has become quite versatile and skilled. Slave!"

Lawrence's bitch turned her head up, cocking it as she faced her master. Lawrence made a sign, and she assented, shaking her hips as she crawled around on the ground.

Lawrence stood on top of the only chair left in the house, leaving his shoeprints on Marc's only chair to climb onto the table. He then sat atop his tablecloth with his naked ass as his bitch joined him, climbing on top of his lap and making out with him. The two kissed in from of Marc, their tongues caressing intimately in the open air for several minutes as Lawrence's cock only became even bigger and harder.

Lawrence's slave then moved across the table from her master and lay on her stomach as she raised her legs to her master's lap and began to give him a footjob. She moved her giant, floppy feet up and down his cock, rubbing it between her soles as her husband watched.

Suddenly, the slave began to straighten up, pulling herself up from the tables even as her soles continued to pleasure her master. She straightened up and then arced back through the air as she bent over backwards…and bent some more…and more…and more.

Finally, the slave had bent back as far as she could, stretching with an otherworldly flexibility as she threw her head back and started sucking her master's dick while her feet simultaneously pleasured him at his base.

The slave sucked her master off, her head essentially dangling upside-down while her breasts pointed straight up at the ceiling, and her legs bent back around until her feet were back at her master's shaft, rubbing them with the soles facing up.

The slave was contorted into a perfect circle, her soft, warm lips perched right next to her large, sweaty toes. She continued to serve her master in this uncomfortable, but pleasing to look at, position until he came, shooting his load inside her mouth as it began to spurt out her nose, spraying from her nostrils and dripping down onto her forehead.

As Lawrence's pet slave finally pulled her mouth away from her master's dick with great reluctance, she straightened back up and faced her master again, sitting across from him with anticipation. Lawrence petted her on the head and then scratched her chin, rubbing her face as she crowed with glee.

Lawrence climbed off the table and stood on the floor again, making another sign as he pointed at the ground in front of him. His slave hopped down from the table headfirst, landing on her hands as she got in a handstand.

In was in this position that Lawrence's slave walked towards her master, hanging her feet in the air as she greeted her master with her feet, rubbing them against his face. Lawrence sniffed his slave's toes, growing more and more erect.

Then grabbing her by the legs, Lawrence began to fuck his slave upside down. His slave bobbed her head up and down, moving her body as her master restricted her legs, gripping them in his massive hands.

The suspended slave suddenly buckled and pumped her pussy rapidly against her master's shaft, slamming against his crotch as he came inside her. Her body continued jerking for several minutes, struggling to hold in all her master's cum. Lawrence remained inside his slave's sheath, allowing his penis to be enveloped in the fleshy warmth of his slave's body as he continued to cum, unloading his semen in an unending flood as he shot out more than usual, filling his slave up as she remained captive at his loins, attached to his balls.

Finally, after an orgasm that lasted over five minutes, Lawrence finally let go, letting his bitch slave fall to the ground as she lay back on the floor, the cum spurting out of her pussy lips, her cunt a frosted white pile of messy slop.

…

Lawrence's slave bent over on the ground, getting on all fours as her master prepared the most athletic sex move of all, himself getting on his hands as this time he performed the handstand.

Walking towards his bitch, whose filthy pussy lips dripped between her open thighs, on his hands, Lawrence positioned herself next to her hindquarters, rubbing his erect dick upside-down along her pussy lips. Then easing himself in, he docked inside his bitch as his cock fit snugly inside her box.

Then, still suspended in the air and standing upside-down on his hands, Lawrence began to pound his slave. He thrust his hips, tipping over as he began to fall, while his bitch caught him with her body, propping him up with her ass.

Now properly supported by his human cushion, Lawrence crawled forward, advancing towards Marc, who continued to stand and watch, horrified by the entire spectacle. Lawrence crawled until he was diagonal to the floor, his legs hovering over his slave's back while his head floated a few feet behind her hindquarters.

Now positioned against his slave, supported from his groin down by her pussy and from his chest up by his own arms, Lawrence began to fuck his bitch, thrusting his body backwards as he entered his slave in this bizarre position.

Marc watched with a mixture of amazement and disgust. He stared mostly at Lawrence's muscular body, which completely covered his wife's, obscuring it almost completely from his vision. Lawrence continued working out inside his bitch, thrusting inside her with a move that resembled a push-up, but with his slave's vagina instead of the floor serving as the surface upon which he exercised.

Lawrence grunted as he nutted in this position as well, holding himself up off the floor as he continued to unleash his cum inside his personal pocket pussy.

Finally, after several more minutes of filling his slave up, during which his slave came as well, twitching on the ground as she squirted herself, Lawrence dismounted, pulling himself out and easing himself onto the ground. He rested while his bitch stayed in position with her hind still pointed at her husband.

Then shaking her hips, thrusting them back and forth with a quick jerking motion, Lawrence's slave began to twerk on the ground, jutting her ass in the air as she showed off her luscious ass cheeks, which leaked with just as much cum as her pussy lips.

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Lawrence recovered and sat up, watching his slave booty clap with great arousal. His erection emerged from between his legs again, and as his bitch continued to twerk, he suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her off the ground.

Now mad with desire, Lawrence threw down his bitch and fucked her against the table. His bitch continued to twerk, oblivious to her master's cock entering her until he was fully inside her, and his hands were clasped onto her face.

Lawrence's slave screamed, her throat producing a series of guttural, hoarse yells as she pounded her hips against her master's loins. The master and his slave mated for the twentieth time, the semen now dripping so thickly from her overworked holes that they now resembled a waterfall of cum as Slave wrung out her Master for his hundred and eighty-ninth nut of the day.

Lawrence rested for a minute, his cock still inside his personal pleasure toy. He then pulled out, grabbing his slave as he lifted her up off the ground. Taking her by the thighs, he lifted her legs up, raising her until she was face to face with her former husband, baring her entire body to him. Then, having put her on full display, Lawrence entered his bitch for the last time as he impaled her asshole.

The slave formerly known as Adele screamed, bucking her body as her master entered her anus. She shook and flailed, howling in ecstasy, and Lawrence began pounding her.

Marc watched helplessly, staring at what remained of his once warm and tender wife's face. Though sometimes strict, she had been kind and caring. None of that remained in the strange beast who now kneeled in front of him, braying euphorically as her master entered her for the hundred and ninetieth time that day.

The thing that buckled and screamed in front of him was no longer something he recognized. It was no longer something human. It was a beast, a twisted being that had been fully trained until it had become the perfect pleasure hole for its master.

It had been fucked mad with pleasure for seven days without rest. It had received only an hour or two of rest each day, taken in naps of thirty minutes at the very most. And even then, it had been used, propped up by its master as he had his way inside its sleeping body. Meanwhile, when its master slept, it had been forced to pleasure him, dutifully sucking his cock and riding him with its pussy and asshole while he slumbered.

The creature that now crawled on the floor in front of Marc was no longer his wife. It could no longer even speak, instead only making delirious screams with its mouth as it was fucked.

Finally, Lawrence grabbed his slave and came inside her for the last time, thrusting his cock to the hilt and unleashing his balls. What remained of his sack drained itself inside his bitch, flowing inside its body. Lawrence's bitch felt its belly bloat up as the semen coursed into its intestines and filled up its stomach.

Lawrence turned his body to the side, facing the dinner table, carrying his bitch with him. The slave faced the table, shaking and growing pale as her master continued nutting inside her.

Suddenly, the slave uttered a primal scream as it suddenly came, shooting a thick burst of pussy juice from its urethra as it came all over the table, staining the tablecloth with its juices.

The slave twitched again as its cum turned into piss, and a geyser of thick yellow liquid that it had been holding all day suddenly streamed out of her pussy. Marc watched with glazed eyes as the tablecloth, the old piece of fabric that he and Adele used to dine on together, was permanently sullied by the piss of the bitch who now lay suspended in front of him in the air.

Marc stared at the disgusting creature that had once been his wife, howling and moaning in ecstasy as it emptied its bladder in front of him, and grew erect. His penis flew out from his pants, flopping in the air, looking rather pitiful next to Lawrence's. He slowly began touching himself, unable to stop despite himself.

He masturbated to the creature that was suspended on top of Lawrence's cock. He masturbated to its idiotic, mindless smile; to its giant flopping breasts and overgrown nipples; to its hard, chiseled abs which rippled mannishly across its stomach; to its hairy pussy which drooped with the heavy ring piercings that adorned it; to its thick, stained anus which received its master's cock in heavy, harsh, brutal poundings.

And finally, he masturbated to its feet. He pumped his dick as the creature waved its big, floppy feet in the air, flaunting its huge toes and soft pink soles in front of the man who had once been its husband, taunting him with a body he could never have, imprinting the memory of its body into his head forever as it pissed itself all over his table.

Finally, Lawrence groaned again as his penis finished up, spraying one last quart into his living cumsock before slipping out entirely, leaving his slave's asshole gaping and raw.

The slave formerly known as Adele smiled, biting its lip as its stomach began to rumble. The cum inside its asshole began to dribble out onto the tablecloth, further staining the off-white fabric as it joined the piss.

The slave grinned at its husband. It had not been allowed to go to the bathroom for a week now, and its bowels growled as it finally came time for it to have its relief.

Lawrence's bitch cried out, sticking its tongue out and throwing its head up in the air as it suddenly started to shit in thick ropes, squeezing its feces from its anus as it evacuated its bowels all over the table where it had once shared its meals together with its husband.

The shit continued coming out in thick coils, and Marc watched in shock, trembling as his erection only grew harder. He stared at Adele's massive dump, which piled up and began to look like something out of a mythical monster or an exotic creature instead of from anything resembling a being from this world.

The beast formerly known as Adele continued to shit all over the table, spraying out feces lined with semen. It came out smoothly and easily, already amply lubed up by its master's cum, and the fetid mix of waste and seed began to reek in the open air,

Finally, Lawrence's slave finished evacuating itself, and its red and sore anus puckered up again as it finally closed. Its pussy began quivering again, and it delivered a final jet of piss onto the table, splattering the mountains of shit that it had just laid all over the tablecloth.

Marc stared at the horrifying mountain of waste that the creature that had formerly been his wife had produced. His hands shook as they tightened around his swollen shaft, and he finally succumbed, breaking down completely as he tearfully contributed his own little seed to the pile of shit and piss and cum smeared all over the table.

Meanwhile, his slave having finally finished up, Lawrence dropped it back down onto the floor, letting it put its sandals back on before grabbing her by the waist and making out with it once again.

Lawrence looked over to Marc, who was slumped against the wall, sobbing with his limp cock in his hands, a little puddle of semen still trickling out from his dick onto the floor.

"Marc, your wife is a fuck toy of superb quality. She is everything I want in a slave. She will be an exemplary laborer, sex slave, and breeder all at once. My compliments for providing such an outstanding product. Truly an excellent job."

Lawrence took out a gold coin and flipped it at Marc, letting it clink on the ground next to Marc. Marc stared at it as it rolled towards him, but did not pick it up immediately. He stared into space with blank eyes as Lawrence gave a final nod and then grabbed his slave by the waist and led her out of the house forever.

After several minutes, as the shop door downstairs opened and shut again, Marc slowly got up and stared at the soiled tablecloth. He stared at the mountains of feces his wife had produced, along with the pools of semen and urine that had collected in the dips and craters between the piles of shit.

Marc gathered up the tablecloth, pulling it off the table and taking it outside.

…

He returned minutes later, tablecloth still in hand. He had not thrown it away, as one might have expected. Instead, he had merely wiped it off at the town landfill before returning with the still filthy cloth in hand.

Spreading it out, Marc placed the tablecloth back onto the table. Then kneeling on the floor, Marc rubbed his nose against the filthy, stained cloth as he sniffed the scent of his wife's shit, moaning as his cock grew hard again.

Marc tearfully began to masturbate, touching himself as he smelled the horrific stench. The smell of his wife's shit and piss, mixed with Lawrence's cum, was the last memory he would have of his wife. He would cherish it. He would continue to eat his meals on top of this table cloth, sniffing it and touching himself whenever he wanted to be reminded of his wife's warmth again. He would cherish this scent forever.

EPILOGUE

Lawrence and his bitch walked through the streets of Kumersun, once again attracting stares as the slave bitch formerly known as Adele flaunted her slutty feet, breasts and pussy, showing off the gaudy jewels that hung from her private parts.

The townspeople watched in frozen silence, growing equal parts shocked and aroused as Master and Slave strutted through the main thoroughfare. They completely ignored the crowds of people watching them as they made their way to the city gates.

The slave formerly known as Adele felt its stomach and knew it was pregnant.

The Master and Slave walked a little while more until they had left the built-up center of Kumersun. The houses were far more sparse now, and the city wall was now in sight. Master and Slave walked up to the open gates and stopped.

Lawrence stared at his slave, who stared back, smiling. Bending her over on the ground, Lawrence had his way with her one last time in her hometown, pummeling her pussy one more time as she clung to the floor, screaming as her body rocked back and forth, and she orgasmed onto the cobblestoned city streets.

Lawrence then pulled out and entered his bitch's filthy, uncleaned asshole. His bitch screamed even louder, pumping her legs and bouncing her body as she squirted in ecstasy.

Lawrence shoved his slave to the ground as he came inside his slave's bowels. He pulled out his cock, which was now sticky and brown. Lawrence wrinkled his nose at the smell of his dick, but walked on without wiping it. He headed out the city gates, trundling down the road as he prepared to make his way back north, starting the first leg of the long journey back to Nyohhira.

His slave climbed onto her feet and ran after her master, pursuing him as she tried to catch up. However, Lawrence paid no heed to her, walking faster than her as he left her behind. Lawrence's slave began to stumble, reaching her arm out even as her master remained dozens of meters ahead.

Finally, Lawrence's slave tumbled to the ground one last time, collapsing from exhaustion. The brutal training finally caught up to it, and it now passed out, fainting in the middle of the road. Lawrence continued walking, abandoning his slave until her slumped, unconscious body faded into the distance.

He had already planned a special path home, one that he had already planned back when he was making his way down to Kumersun. His new slave would only attract attention and slow him down. Thus, he and his slave would part ways for their journey back to Nyohhira.