Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

104. Like A Lamb To The Sexual Slaughter

Like A Lamb To The Sexual Slaughter

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Summary:

RWBY AU/Modern world/Genderbent Jaune.

Pyrrha wants Joan to meet her mother, but is worried if she will approve of their relationship due to being a very demanding and passive-aggressive woman with an enormous futanari cock and an Amazonian physique. Joan struggles with harassment...

Genderbent, NTR, Corruption, Futanari, Non-con, Dubcon, Femdom, Ryona, Mindbreak.

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Chapter 1: Loyal, Loving Little Lamb

Chapter Text

"That's why…! I'm willing to break up with my fiancé for you, Pyrrha!" Breathing heavily due to anxiety, Joan made the grandest confession of her life to her childhood friend.

"Th-that's…" Pyrrha was equally as nervous. Neither girl could blink due to the tension in the air.

Joan Arc was a 25-years-old young white woman with long, straight blonde hair – going down all the way to her waist – and blue eyes. Though she was tall for a woman – 5'8 – she had breasts and hips meaty enough to almost look shortstacked due to her proportions.

Her beauty was a genetic blessing, along with her long, model-like legs. Aside from her breasts, ass, and hips, Joan was slender, unused to athletics. She often wore simple shirts that ended slightly before her shorts or pants, exposing a tiny gap of skin by her lower stomach.

In front of her, wearing a worried expression, was the love of her life: Pyrrha Nikos.

Pyrrha was a 25-years-old redhead with long ponytailed hair and green eyes. Much like Joan, she had large breasts and a thick rear; Unlike Joan, her body was not entirely blessed by genetics. Her breasts were, but the rest was built with hundreds of gym sessions. She was an athlete who sported lean muscles and an envious six-pack. Moreover, she was taller than Joan, standing at 6'0. Pyrrha often wore strapless tank top and shorts that exposed a small bit of her ripped abs and plenty of her strong legs.

'She's gorgeous…! Kind…! Confident…! Funny…! Please accept my confession, Pyrrha…! Please…!'

How did they find themselves alone? What led Joan to make such a leap?

It was simple: Pyrrha announced her engagement to her girlfriend, Cecilia.

Joan had always loved the athletic redhead, but never found a window to confess; The reverse also applied. Both girls always had a partner whenever they grew the courage to say anything, effectively stifling all confession attempts before they even happened.

One month ago, Joan got engaged. Deep down, childishly enough, she hoped that the big announcement would get Pyrrha to do something.

She did not.

And then, a month later – in the present – Pyrrha made her own announcement.

It was then Joan realized that she had to act; If she took the same passive route as Pyrrha, they would never be together.

Despite how insane such a confession would be, she could not help herself.

Nevertheless, after an eternity of silence and rising anxiety…

"…O-okay…! Okay! I love you too! I-I'll break up with Cecilia…! I want to- Mnhhmmm…!" …Joan jumped at Pyrrha and gave her the kiss she wanted to for the longest time.

…And then she grabbed her big, hard cock and rode her like there was no tomorrow.

Joan was a deep believer in fate, and it did not fail her that night.

Even if fate did not fail her, it was still a bitch.

Joan, Pyrrha, and their respective partners all belonged to the same social group in college. The two simultaneous break-ups resulted in much discord within their friend group, which wound up spilling over in the form of hateful rumors throughout college.

Most of the hate was directed at Joan, blaming her for being the one to confess in the first place. In the end, they lost their entire group of friends in college. Because both their partners were quite popular, Joan and Pyrrha wound up labeled as the bad guys - moreover, they were the ones who called off the engagements. If not for Pyrrha fiercely standing her ground and defending Joan, she might have quit college from sheer guilt. Nevertheless, they had each other and the struggle acted to strengthen their bond. It also reinforced Joan's belief that fate existed and she made the right choice in committing to it instead of letting her long-cultivated love go to waste.

Their relationship was great. 'This is all so perfect… I was scared about making such a big change in my life, but I have no regrets…! I love Pyrrha! It's crazy that we were both ready to get engaged with other people still in college and now we're dating each other…'

Every aspect of their relationship was excellent.

Joan loved Pyrrha physically, emotionally, and sexually. Even their libidos were perfect matches.

Yet, after about a year of dating, something felt wrong. It was subtle, but Joan could tell something was bothering Pyrrha.

At first, she assumed the redhead would simply tell her when ready. Pyrrha was confident and easily the one who wore the pants in the relationship in all senses – including in bed – so there was no reason for her to poke.

…Until they spend several days without having sex. "Not tonight. Sorry…"

"That's okay. I just figured you might want some." Joan trailed Pyrrha's crotch with her hand, trying to tease her with light stimulation.

It had no effect. 'Ever since we began dating, we've done it several times a week. Pyrrha's the proud type. She would have sex even unwillingly just to keep me satisfied, so something has to be wrong.' She considered probing her girlfriend for information on what was bothering her.

"Hey, so, uhm…" Apparently, there was no need. Just like Joan expected, Pyrrha opened up on her own. "…You haven't met my mom yet…"

"Yeah. I feel like I met her a couple of times when we were kids, but I can't remember… You never let me go to your house."

"Ahahaha, yeah… It's… Because my mom is a little weird…"

"Is that what's been bothering you? You want me to meet your mother but she's weird?"

"B-bothering me?! No, I'm TOTALLY fine!" Simply mentioning her mother was enough to throw Pyrrha off-rhythm. Joan found it cute. "It's just… Uhm…"

"Has she been pressuring you to meet me?"

"No… I… I've just been thinking that… You should meet her."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"You want me to meet her?"

"Yes. I want us to be together forever, s-so… For that… I need you and her to…" Pyrrha paused and looked to the sides.

There was something cooking in her head, but it seemed too difficult for her to say.

"You need me and her to get along well?"

"Yes! That's exactly it! But… The thing is… Mom really liked Cecilia, and I think she holds a bit of a grudge against you for breaking us apart. N-not that you did! But she probably thinks of it that way..."

"…I see… Well, I don't mind. Maybe she doesn't like me right away, but I'll convince her, right?"

"…"

"Right?"

"Y-yeah… It's just that she is… Uhm…" Pyrrha mumbled in a weak voice; Talking about her mother completely changed her demeanor from confident/dominant to anxious/insecure.

However, one more thing changed.

"Hey, you got hard …" Joan hard-shifted the subject to help her girlfriend feel better, sliding a hand into her pajamas to grab her rock-hard penis. "All you needed was to open up to your sexy girlfriend, was that it…?" She whispered it with the sweet voice that she knew Pyrrha liked. "Communication is the key to a happy relationship, so let me reward you…"

"Mnghhh …"

Their love went on into the night, starting with a handjob…

"Ngh… ! Mnghhh… !" …And ending with an intimate, gentle mating press. "I love you…!"

"I love you too…! So…! So…! Meet my mom!"

"Nhgm ?!" Joan was surprised by the random resuming of the subject. "Nghh… !"

"My mom! Meet my mom! Okay?! Let's set it up for this semester break! Next week…! A full week with my mom, okay?! I-In her house, with me, I mean!"

"Nghhh… ! We can… ! Talk about it later… !" Joan hugged Pyrrha, close to achieving orgasm.

"Just say yes… ! Please, please… ! Khhh… !" Pyrrha gritted her teeth, on the verge of ejaculation.

"Fine ! Yes ! Of course… ! I'll meet your mom… ! Nghhhhhhm… !" She bit Pyrrha's neck and relaxed as a pleasureful orgasm washed over her. "Huh?! Mngh ! Khhh… ! You're still…?! Ungh ! Ooh ! Hooh !" Pyrrha kept going at a much faster and harder pace than usual. 'Wow…! I'm going to cum again…! Mnghhhh… !' It was the first multiple orgasm of Joan's life. "Oh ! You're really… ! Giving it to me… ! Nghm ! Nhghhh ! Ooooh !"

The intensity of Pyrrha's ejaculation was also on a whole other level; Once the redhead started pumping cum, she collapsed and buried her face into Joan's neck, panting frantically. "Hah … Hah … Thank you … Thank you … I'm sorry … Thank you …"

"Fuck … Mnghhhmmm … You don't have to apologize…" Joan caressed Pyrrha's hair. "We can be honest with each other, right…? You must have been really nervous… To let it all out like this…"

"Be honest… With each other…?"

"Yeah. Let's always be honest with each other…" Joan whispered, gently nibbling on Pyrrha's cheek while she kept her face hidden into her neck.

…

…

…

"H-hey… J-Joan…"

"Yeah…?"

"Instead of a week… C-can we make it the full semester break…?"

"Hm? Sure, I don't mind."

…

…

…

"Huh?" Joan felt something wet on her neck. "Are you crying…?"

"I love… The shit out of you … Sorry for not being able to control myself…"

"…I love you too, but why are you crying…? I don't get it…"

"I just feel… So happy… Right now… Mnnhhhm…"

…

'Wait… She fell asleep…? She's still shooting a little. This is all a first for me.'

Though Joan acknowledged the weirdness of the full interaction, she simply assumed it to mean that her girlfriend had a complicated relationship with her mother.

The important thing was that Joan was able to see Pyrrha's feelings for what they were and embrace them, further strengthening their love.

If that meant they would have more rough sex in the future… '…I wouldn't mind that. Multiple orgasms are amazing. I love you Pyrrha…'

Joan wanted Pyrrha to feel safe to be her full, honest self with her. The improved sex that might come with it was simply collateral.

"Mnghhhhm …" …A very nice collateral.

"It was nice to see you two!" Ruby told them as they moved to leave the house. "See you two next time!"

Joan and Pyrrha decided to briefly visit Ruby. She was also their childhood friend and lived in the same neighboring town as Pyrrha's mother.

Something unexpected occurred during their visit.

When Ruby and Joan were alone, she asked Joan to stay for a minute before they left so they could speak privately about something important.

"Hm? What is it?"

"I forgot my phone in there. I'll be right back, Pyrrha."

"Alright."

With the poor excuse out of the way, Joan knocked back on the entrance door, entered, and waited for Ruby to close it. "Yeah? What did you want to tell me?

"It's about Pyrrha's mom, Sheila. It's your first time meeting her, isn't it?"

"It's not my FIRST time, but it feels that way. I just remember she has red hair or something…"

"Yeah, I didn't meet her a lot as a kid. Pyrrha didn't like us going there much. But I'm cheering for you two, so I feel like I should tell you something about her…"

"Do you know her well?" Joan sharply interrupted Ruby.

"H-huh? Why would you ask that?" Ruby was a quirky, petite girl; It was easy to make her blush.

"The way you said it made it sound like you got to know her more as an adult…?"

"N-n-no, I don't ever go here or anything! I-I don't know anything about Sheila!" She waved her hands, frantically denying Joan's undesired question.

"Uh… Alright… What did you want to tell me…?"

"Ahem." She recomposed herself. "I'm only saying this because I want you two to work out! It's not to make you nervous! Okay?"

"Okay?"

"If you don't hit it off well with her, she will 100% make Pyrrha break up with you."

"What?!" Joan's eyes widened in surprise. "That makes no sense! There's no way Pyrrha would break up with me just because 'mommy said so'!"

"She would." Ruby said with a seriousness that was highly uncommon to her. "Pyrrha's mother is very territorial. If she doesn't like you, you're toast. Pyrrha never says no to her. Don't you find it weird that Pyrrha had so many girlfriends before Cecilia?"

"…I… Never thought much about it. It's not like she ever went into details about her break-ups."

Ruby leaned closer to Joan and whispered as if it were a secret. "It's because none of them got on well with Sheila. Pyrrha takes them to meet her, and if she doesn't like them, it's all over. Cecilia was the only one who really hit it off with her. That's why Pyrrha liked her so much. I still think it's crazy that she broke up with her for you. That must mean she really loves you… But if Pyrrha's mom goes against it, I don't think you two are lasting."

Joan said nothing, reflecting on the danger of Ruby's words.

Could it be true? It sounded insane to Joan. 'Pyrrha's so confident and always leads… I can't imagine her being so beholden to her mommy or anything like that… But… When I think back to how nervous she was that night… Could it be that she was stalling us meeting because she's afraid we could break up…? Someday, I'd have to meet her mother, so maybe that's what was getting Pyrrha so anxious…'

"I think you got the message. Do your best! Early bird gets the worm!" Ruby smiled brightly, cute as ever.

"H-hang on a moment, don't just throw a bomb at me and then finish it off with a random motivational sentence! G-give me a hint!"

"H-how would I have any hints?!"

"You clearly know her more than me for some reason! Just give me something!!"

"U-uhm… Uhm…" Ruby burned red; Though she was evidently hiding something, Joan did not care enough to probe. "Sh-Sheila is dominating in a cool-like way…! She doesn't like being opposed… And is kind of passive-aggressive."

"I barely get what that means!!"

"Sh-she's super tall and hot!"

"What does that matter?! I'm with her daughter!"

"Uhm… O-okay… Also…" Ruby looked left and right, nervous about what she was about to say. "…She's very… Uhm… Sexual…"

"Huh?"

"Sheila is super sexual!"

"How does that help me?!"

"Just go! I-I don't want to talk more about it!" Ruby grew so embarrassed that she closed her eyes and shook her head childishly while pushing Joan out of the house.

In the end, all Ruby's warning did was make Joan nervous. She said little to nothing during their car ride to Sheila's house.

Every now and then, she silently glanced at Pyrrha. 'She'll break up with me if her mother doesn't like me…? She's very bossy…? Sexual…? This just sounds weird. There's no way… I don't think Ruby's pranking me, but she has to be wrong…'

…

'But doesn't Pyrrha look… Mega nervous…?'

"H-hey, uhm…" Pyrrha broke the tense silence. "…We're close to my mom's house, so… I-I feel like I should say something…"

"Hm? Yeah?" Joan feigned confidence, unlike her girlfriend.

"My mom is a little hard to please, but… It's really important to me that… You two become friends. O-okay…?" She did not look Joan's way while speaking.

The reason was self-evident.

What Ruby said was true, and Pyrrha was unable to admit it: If Sheila did not like Joan, they would almost certainly break up.

After everything they went through, they would break up.

Such a threat was alien to Joan. 'If my parents didn't approve of us, I wouldn't care. I'd prefer it, but I wouldn't break up over it! This is crazy…! Pyrrha, what is this side of you?' For the first time in forever, Joan felt like she did not know her girlfriend. 'Weren't we supposed to always be honest with each other?' It felt like a tiny crack in their perfect relationship.

…

'It doesn't matter. This doesn't change my feelings. I'll just have to be the best daughter-in-law possible.'

"A-also…"

"Hm? Yeah?"

"I told you already, but my mom really liked my ex, so… She might have a bit of a grudge against you."

"S-sure…"

"She's a bit passive-aggressive and puts a lot of pressure…"

"O-okay…"

"And… Uhm…"

…

"She's…"

…

"…A little bit too sexual…" Pyrrha side-glanced at Joan with tremendous anxiety.

'Again with this?! What does that mean?! Does she dress like a slut?! Does she love talking about sex?! Is she going to blast porn all day?! She's just a divorced mother, so how bad can it really be?!'

Between Ruby and Pyrrha, Joan felt a lot of tension welling up in her.

In moments like those…

"Joan…?"

"It'll be fine." …She gently grabbed Pyrrha's leg, affectionately squeezed it, and reaffirmed their love.

Joan was in for the ride, no matter what it was.

Nothing could throw her off.

Joan was thrown off. 'Th-this is…' She was stunned the moment they entered the house and she got a look at Pyrrha's mother.

Physically speaking, Sheila was an irrefutable upgrade in relation to Pyrrha in every regard.

'…Taller…! …More muscular…! And…' Her eyes traveled FAR down, all the way to the semi-transparent silk loincloth covering the area between her legs. '…SO HUNG! Is this what Ruby and Pyrrha meant by her being 'sexual'?! She's practically showing off her dick! That's gotta be at least four times bigger than Pyrrha's, and she was already big!!'

Sheila wore nothing more than a purple micro-bikini top – barely covering her nipples – an elegant, expensive purple silk loincloth that was long enough to nearly touch the floor, purple thigh-high stockings, and purple silk armbands.

Both clothing options did almost nothing to hide her body's unbelievable sexual appeal. Sheila was an absurdly stacked woman, with breasts that easily entered the H-cups; Her hips were wide enough to give her an hourglass figure despite being 6'2 tall, significantly above Joan and Pyrrha; She had an eight-pack instead of a six-pack, not to speak of all the definition throughout her body.

By themselves, those were all straight-up physical upgrades in relation to Pyrrha. Yet, they paled in comparison to the main feature of her body. The one that Joan was staring at without blinking: A COLOSSAL, GIRTHY penis that was long enough to hang far down her knees. Its weight was so obscene that Joan wondered whether she was erect at that moment. 'That thing doesn't work, right?! It can't get up, right?! And it's so veiny…! I can see through the loincloth…! This is pure exhibitionism…! Sh-she's not sexual, she's a pervert…! Does she want people to look at her muscles?! Is it the ass?! The tits?! Or does she like them staring at that dick?! Shit, if I look from the side, I bet I can see the full thing perfectly…! That thing is as thick as her forearm…!'

Sheila had green eyes and voluminous red hair just like Pyrrha, though she styled it differently: Hers was wavy, with one side kept tied in bun by her neck while the other side ran free down to her shoulders.

It was easy to tell where Pyrrha's beauty came from. 'I expected her mom to be a middle-aged version of her, but… She looks even better! She's at her peak!' She felt guilty for drawing the comparison, but it was impossible not to; Both women were Amazonian in physique and futanari in nature. The cold reality was that Sheila's body indecently overshadowed Pyrrha's, and that of any other woman in the world. If Joan were not seeing it in front of her, she would not have believed that such a sexually charged figure was possible.

Stunning physique aside, there was one more thing that Joan could not help but notice in Sheila: the vibe she put off.

It was one of pure, unabated arrogance. Her smile looked fake, and likely on purpose. 'They said she's very passive-aggressive, but they could have added that she's cocky. This is bad… Just the way she's looking at me tells me everything. She doesn't like me at all… It's like I'm being looked down on, and not just literally.'

Joan could already tell that getting her mother-in-law to approve of their relationship would be a great challenge. Thankfully, Pyrrha was as invested as her and would help- 'Huh?' Joan glanced at her redhead girlfriend.

Pyrrha barely looked at her mother, blushing while timidly gazing at the floor. If Joan did not know her better, she would assume her to be the shiest girl in the world.

Meanwhile, Sheila… "Come here, you silly girl. You're making your girlfriend uncomfortable." Her mother bent slightly and opened her arms to invite Pyrrha in for a hug.

"O-okay, Mom!" Pyrrha jumped forward and hugged her mother like an excited little child.

The overall sight was bizarre. 'I've never seen Pyrrha act this girly… She's not a tomboy, but this is just…' The change in personality was highlighted even further by their physical contrast: Pyrrha looked small between Sheila's arms.

One thing was noteworthy: Sheila's smile changed. It no longer looked fake. 'That must mean she really likes her daughter… Pyrrha is smiling so much too.'

Then, Sheila's gaze turned to Joan.

The smile became fake in an instant.

It did not take a genius to read the situation. Sheila loved her daughter and hated Joan.

Would she say it flat-out? Was their relationship doomed from the get-go?

"Mom! I wanted to introduce Joan to you." Pyrrha broke off from the hug, took Joan's hand, and announced it with a shy voice. "Sh-she's great and I love her."

"Oh, I can tell. She's just hot enough to justify breaking off your engagement, isn't it?" Cecilia approached Joan with a big, fake smile on her face. "I can see two reasons why you traded Cecilia for her. I bet I can see two more if I look behind her…"

"H-hi-" Joan was cut off by Sheila's index finger on her mouth.

The woman circled around her without shame, going out of her way to run a finger around her waist. "I was right. There ARE two more reasons right here, aren't there…?" She put both hands on Joan's shoulders and spoke in a sweet – albeit clearly poisoned – voice. "That tracks, doesn't it, Sweety? If you're going to ruin a perfectly good relationship, you should do it for the hottest babe you can find…" She applied just enough pressure to turn Joan around, making them face each other.

Her humongous breasts nearly touched Joan's body from how close they were. Yet, Joan did not care about that.

She was far more distracted by something else: An incredibly strong, pervasive odor emanating from below. 'Is… That…?' Without moving her face, she tried looking down…

…But Sheila cupped her chin and make her look up at her face. "And she's got good taste too. She barely saw me and already wants to ogle my dick?"

"H-huh?! No, I wasn't...!"

"That's okay. If you're with my daughter, it's because you like strong dicking, isn't it? She's quite athletic and has a big one… But mine IS bigger." She glanced at Pyrrha with a growing smirk. "Wouldn't it just make sense for you to eye me up a little bit if you're turned on by my own daughter?"

"Th-that's…" To say that Joan was thrown off rhythm would be a massive understatement. 'S-so controlling, resentful, and… Sexual…! I get what they meant now…! But what am I supposed to do about this?!'

"J-Joan." Pyrrha timidly mumbled. "It's okay…"

"Wh-what…?"

"I won't judge you if you looked just a little bit…"

"That's right." Sheila forced Joan to lock eyes with her. "I want to have an honest relationship with my newest daughter-in-law."

As bizarre as it all felt, Joan took Sheila's statement with positivity. 'Okay, maybe she's a pervert, but she's calling me her daughter-in-law. I'll do anything to be with Pyrrha, so…!' Joan swallowed her pride and compromised. "I did stare at your abs a little…"

"Not my dick?"

"W-well…"

"…Not even a little bit…?" Sheila brought her face close as if she were about to kiss Joan; The mere closing of the distance between them was enough to make Joan's heart pound in anxiety.

"I-it's really big, so I guess I may have… G-glanced a bit…"

"Of course you did. Look at how I'm dressed." Sheila backed off and showed her body with a hand gesture. "I don't mind glared at if it's by a sexy girl like you. Also…" She brought Joan closer by applying new pressure to her shoulders. "I'm staring at you too, and you're not even trying to show off. Couldn't you wear something a bit more revealing? I like the shirt and jeans, but you have so much meat underneath it…" She pulled Joan even closer, almost squeezing their breasts together. "…You're the type of girl that would be a perfect match for my horny penis over here…" Her dick spasmed so violently that it rubbed on Joan's pants.

…Smearing some sort of juice on it.

A smelly, sticky juice.

Precum.

Joan did not know what to say, but a line had surely been crossed.

Yet nothing happened. Pyrrha said nothing. Sheila said nothing.

…And Joan herself said nothing.

It felt impossible to speak out against the silent pressure imposed by Sheila's demeanor.

Not just that, but she remembered Ruby's advice. 'Is it really worth it to say anything? She doesn't like me and I don't want to lose Pyrrha. I didn't believe that she could really break us up, but now…'

Pyrrha continued to blush, though she no longer timidly looked at the floor; For whatever reason, she glared at them with slightly heavy breathing.

Much like her, Pyrrha must have been nervous. That was the only way to explain her out-of-character behavior.

For the sake of their relationship, Joan would have to fight through her discomfort… So she pushed her own boundaries to avoid getting bogged down by anxiety.

"Oh! A hug…? How surprising." Sheila was strong enough to remain perfectly in place against Joan's sudden leap. "Look at our breasts, smashing against each other. Yours are very nice to feel."

"I really love your daughter, so I really want to be close to you too, Mrs. Nikos!" Joan opted to bypass Sheila's unneeded sexual remark.

"Close, huh…?" Sheila hugged her back, with one hand caressing her hair. "…Just like I was with Cecilia?" Again, her words were filled with resentful poison.

…But Joan did not back off. "Even closer! Let's be besties!" She looked up at Sheila to gauge the effectiveness of her mini-love-bombing strategy.

…

'Did it… Work…? What is that face…? Is she smiling or angry…?'

"Ah… You're making this so easy and so difficult at the same time…" Her monstrous penis snapped violently enough to slam against Joan's crotch over her jeans.

"Nhgh!" A soft moan escaped her lips; She could not have been caught more off-guard. 'Why did that have to feel good?! I wasn't ready! I-it's like she punched my vagina and I moaned?! A-am I turned on…?! I guess I am a little… But how wouldn't I? This woman is basically Pyrrha 2.0! No… 3.0!' Nervous, she looked at her girlfriend, worried that she might have emotionally hurt her.

…

She most certainly did not. Pyrrha looked…

'…Happy…? No… REALLY happy! Why…? Wasn't this all mega inappropriate?! Maybe she thinks this is a sign that I can make her mother like me?'

"Joan…" Sheila called her attention. "…Let's get to know each other more, shall we?"

"Hm? Yes, of course!"

"I made dinner. Come on, you two." Sheila broke their hug apart and led the way.

Joan quickly forgot all about her confusion and nervousness. Her mind became entranced by the sight before her.

Apparently, Sheila's loincloth only covered the front of her lower body.

In other words… 'Her ass is SO round and fat…! No, muscular! They're clapping a little bit… What do they look like if she starts running…?' Joan liked Pyrrha for both her feminine aspects and her penis; Therefore, it was impossible for her to not find Sheila's body massively appealing. 'Wait… That thing…! It's swinging…! H-her dick is so big…! I can see it all from behind…! And her balls too…' They hung so low that Joan could perfectly see them. Sheila's balls were each the size of a full closed fist, and then some. 'Am I seriously getting wet…? It's not like I can help it… She IS super hot, but kind of intimidating…'

"Joan, it's okay." Pyrrha suddenly whispered, walking beside her.

"Huh, what?" She looked at her girlfriend; Pyrrha still burned red, breathing heavily.

"I don't mind if you stare. My mom always dresses very revealingly, so… It's okay. I look a lot like her, so I see it as a compliment… Don't feel guilty, okay? I… I love you no matter what."

"Uh… A-alright…"

Pyrrha's mother was very, very weirdly sexual.

And Pyrrha herself seemed to just be weird.

Sheila cooked a full-course meal for the two of them. Pyrrha did not seem particularly surprised, but Joan was stunned, having never seen such a full table. "Amazing…!"

"Delightful, isn't it?" Sheila had little modesty. "I've always been a good cook. Not common at your home?"

"Mom knows how to cook, but this is… Wow… Thank you very much for letting me enjoy your food."

"Oh, please. Now that you've inserted yourself in this family, I have to treat you like you're important, right?"

"Ah… Thank you…" Like before, Sheila's words cut deep without explicit anger in them, making it nigh impossible for Joan to defend herself without escalating the conversation. Her eyes stared at Joan with unconcealed contempt, but the half-smile on her face made it impossible to treat the conversation as an argument.

When mixed with her authority over Joan – after all, she was a woman whose approval mattered greatly – all she could do was passively take it and hope for the best.

"I get it now… I see why Pyrrha broke up her happy engagement for you…" Sheila went on.

"Y-you do, Mom?" Though a verbal stab was obviously incoming, Pyrrha seemed blind to her mother's attitude.

"Of course. She's so sexy. I mean, look at her chest." She reached out and cupped one of Joan's boobs over her shirt, making it bounce up. "These probably give you very satisfying erections, don't they, Sweety?"

'H-hey…!' Joan stifled her discomfort inside.

"W-well…" Pyrrha glared at Sheila's hand groping Joan with an embarrassed face. "J-Joan is beautiful…"

"Very, isn't she…? Does it make you hard often, Sweety?"

"Y-yeah…"

"Then, it's okay if I grow hard while staring at her, right…?"

Pyrrha said nothing, breathing nervously; All she did was stare at Joan.

'What am *I* supposed to say to that?! I-is there no line here?!' Joan was so baffled that her jaw nearly dropped if not for her focus. 'How do I fight back against this?! I feel so much pressure coming from her mother, and she's so repressed right now…! Why are you leaving it to me?!'

…

"A-as long as… I-it's not on purpose…" Joan ultimately caved; The more she saw Pyrrha's behavior around Sheila, the more convinced she became that their relationship could end in a flash if Sheila desired it. Her authority over Pyrrha was far, far stronger than she had expected. 'At this rate, I don't think she even has to say anything. Maybe if she just looks annoyed with me, we'd break up…? This is insane… Did her ex have to put up with this too…? What do I do…?'

Ruby's most useful hint to Joan was simple: Sheila did not like being opposed. 'I can already tell that myself. She doesn't say it outright, but the way she looks and talks… I feel like every interaction is just her testing if I'm going to submit. Ghh… Why does Ruby even know this about her?'

"That's good. I have a big libido. With a stacked girl walking around the house for a full month… Well, I won't be able to help it. I'll probably get very hard, very often, so please don't mind if you see me sporting a full boner. It'll be in your honor, so take it as a compliment, would you?"

"Huh? Wait… You…" Joan stopped herself.

She was about to ask a very inappropriate question.

"…Yes…?" Sadly, Sheila did not intend on letting it go. "Go ahead, Sweety. Let's grow closer! Tell me."

"U-uhm… Uhm…" Joan looked back and forth between Pyrrha and Sheila multiple times before caving due to sheer pressure and lack of support. "I was just going to ask… If you're not already hard…"

"You mean because my dick is hanging down?"

"Y-yeah… it looks very heavy…" Joan's cheeks turned red, though she did her best to maintain eye contact. 'What is this conversation?! Why did I have to open my mouth…?! Pyrrha…!' Her girlfriend simply stared with a slightly open mouth and slightly widened eyes, seemingly interested instead of distressed.

"It's quite heavy, isn't it…? That's probably what you thought… Having a cock that nearly reaches the floor is quite inconvenient at times. Good thing I'm so tall, or it might drag…"

"R-right."

"But it does go hard. I mean, it's hard by nature… And I'm a shower, not a grower, so it doesn't get bigger than this. But it does grow tall. If you just wait long enough…"

BANG!

"…You'll see it."

'What was that…? I just heard a slam under the table…'

"It's my dick, Sweety."

"What…?"

Sheila licked her lips and lewdly gazed at Joan. "It's my dick trying to get hard. Staring at you made me get veeery horny."

It seemed there was truly no limit to how much Sheila was willing to escalate the perversion of their conversation, and Pyrrha was genuinely completely passive about everything.

It was on Joan to pivot the subject and-

"I hope it doesn't bother you very much. It would really be bad for our continued relationship as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law…" Sheila threw a bomb at Joan. "…You don't mind if my dick gets all eager, do you?"

"…W-well-"

"Because Pyrrha's ex never cared. We got along so well. She was such an open-minded, sweet girl…"

"…I don't mind it at all." Joan felt completely cornered. Without Pyrrha to support her, she had no choice but to be taken by the current or risk losing all favor with Sheila, which could cost her the relationship. 'I traded so much to be with Pyrrha and I love her. I'm not ready to give up just because her mother is a sex freak…!'

"That's great… It'd be a real problem if you didn't like it. Do you know why…?"

"…Because you're a very… Sex-positive woman?" Unable to flee, Joan decided to jump head-on into the conversation.

"Of course not, Sweety. It's because…"

BANG!

"…I can't help but think about shoving my cock in you."

"…"

"With an ass that fat and tits that big, I feel so horny… I have a lot of fuck buddies, you know? It usually takes a few times and a LOT of rough sex to get their bodies used to me because of my size and stamina, but a body like yours…?" She licked her lips again, staring at Joan like a sex object. "I feel like it's made to take my dick."

BANG!

What was Joan supposed to say to that?

Nothing came to mind…

"I-isn't that great, Joan?" …But Pyrrha had something equally weird to add.

"…Why would it be great…?"

"I-it's her way to express that she thinks you're pretty!"

"I don't think she's pretty, Sweety." Sheila cut in. "…I think she's a bombshell. My dick just can't stop thinking about getting inside her…"

BANG!

"…It's getting all covered in precum. Sorry if the smell gets too strong… But feel free to sniff, okay? I know you'd love it, especially with a body made for hardcore sex like that."

BANG!

"…Joan does have a very sexy body…" Pyrrha timidly added for no reason.

"She does. I'm going crazy just thinking about it… I bet she's an even better fuck than Cecilia, right? Must be so tight and wet…"

"H-hey-"

"Mom…!" Faster than Joan, Pyrrha surprisingly cut in.

It was a miracle! Had Sheila finally pushed too far?

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sweety. It's not like I ever slept with your ex or anything like that. But it was impossible to not notice Cecilia had a very sexual body too. That was a girl whose existence was made to be regularly pounded by large, fat, aggressive cocks… And I do have a big one, a lot of stamina, and a strong body. The matchmaking is obvious. I can't help but note that this one would also be a perfect match for me… If we had that sort of relationship, of course." She barely backed off, making creepy implications that Joan had little respect for.

BANG!

Joan looked at Pyrrha, expecting her to stand up for them one more time.

What came out of her mouth next was both disappointing and creepy. "H-hah… I guess that is true…" Her chest heaved steadily, in rhythm with her slightly accelerated breathing. "Joan is very curvy… You two are super compatible…"

"Hm… I wonder how she'd moan…? I bet your voice is a delight after a couple of hours of womb-pummeling…" Sheila supported her elbows on the table, and then her head on her hand. "I can go for many, many hours, you know…?" BANG! "Just the thought of having your sweet little womb clamped down around my tip is enough to make me…" BANG! "…Get so needy. I don't think I can make it past tonight without trying it out…"

"Too bad!" A breaking point was reached in Joan's mind, leading her to grab Pyrrha's leg under the table and smile at Sheila. "The one I love is Pyrrha and I don't want to sleep with anyone but her! I'm a loyal girl, not a promiscuous slut, so there's no point in talking about any of this. P-plus, you're her mother, so…!"

Silence.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

…Except for Sheila's penis repeatedly banging under the table due to supposed arousal.

Pyrrha's jaw dropped with peak anxiety on her face.

There was no change in Sheila's expression or body language… And yet, Joan could tell that the woman was wildly displeased, as if emanated by her very aura. "Oh, my, you're looking too much into it, Sweety. I was just having fun, getting to know my new daughter-in-law. If women like us won't talk about our beauty and sex, what WILL we talk about? It's not my fault that I have such a needy cock, is it…? Talking about it is quite the hobby for me."

"W-well…"

"It's not like I intended to take you to my room tonight and screw the brains out of you… That would be inappropriate." She glanced at Pyrrha, who burned red immediately. "Well, perhaps I thought about it a little… But you're not a promiscuous slut, right? You're a moral, grandstanding sweetheart who happens to love my daughter."

"I do love Pyrrha!"

"Yes… And her ex did as well. She was also far more respectful to me and did not mind that I was a bit explicit in the way I talked to her. But that makes sense, doesn't it? You're so much more attractive than her, so you think you're better. You wouldn't acquiesce even a little bit to your mother-in-law's quirky nature, since she's such a perverted horndog… A promiscuous slut."

"I-I didn't say-"

"It's completely fine." Sheila got up from the chair. "I don't have any need to like you for her to love you, do I? That is why you treat me with disrespect. So who cares what I think?" Unsurprisingly, Joan's mild opposition had the exact effect that one would have expected: It angered Sheila, expressed by her unabashed passive-aggression.

Yet, Joan said nothing, even though she knew she had to; Their relationship could be in jeopardy at that very moment.

Why did she remain silent?

'It's… Uncovered… S-so big… How is it standing tall like that…?' Her senses were captured by Sheila's towering cock.

It went all the way up to her breasts, almost getting embraced by her sizable cleavage; The head was DRENCHED in precum, running down its length to the point of dripping on the floor. The smell was powerful, easily spreading all over the room and dominating Joan's nostrils.

At that moment, she submitted on an unconscious level, unable to speak out or do anything other than stare at the colossal penis in raw awe.

"Oh…? Are you having fun looking at it…?"

"…"

"It's very needy right now, can you tell…?" She cupped the underside of her shaft and lightly bounced it back and forth. "I won't be able to go tonight without pumping a lot of cum out… Not that I ever do spend a night without nutting in some juicy girl. Oh, but don't worry. I won't do it with your body, okay…?"

"M-Mom…!" Pyrrha spoke out at random.

"Am I being too much of a tease? My apologies. I forgot she was such a prude. Cecilia was much more open-minded about my eccentric behavior, so I got used to just openly saying things that maybe I shouldn't…"

Joan continued to stare in a daze. 'I'm heating up…! I'm heating up so much…! What would it feel like to have that thing in me…?! With her on top of me…! Smashing me against the bed with her huge body…! It's SO thick…! It wouldn't even go in, but if it did…' She genuinely imagined her body ripping in two. 'I might really lose my mind cumming…'

"Sweety…" Sheila walked toward her, with her gigantic cock swaying between asscheek-clapping steps. "…Don't drool. That's unbecoming of you." She scooped a bit of saliva that had leaked out of her lips.

In the process, a new fluid got coated near Joan's lips: Precum from when Sheila touched her shaft.

Was it an accident?

The faint growth in Sheila's smirk implied the opposite, much like the way her cock violently throbbed for a second.

It not only smelled incredibly strong… '…The texture is good… What does it taste like…?' She had to find the urge to lick her lips clean and find out for herself. 'I never felt this sort of craving before…! What is wrong with me…?!'

"Are you sure you're not a slut, Sweety? You're staring a lot…" Though it was clearly on purpose, Sheila made no confession to her intentional smear. "That look is making me very, very needy. I'll have no choice but to deal with it tonight."

"What does that mean, Mom…?" Pyrrha reemerged into the conversation with a random question.

"It means I'll have to fuck someone tonight."

Sheila's creepy remark woke Joan from her stupor. What was she doing? 'Why am I staying still when there's another woman's precum on my face?! This is practically cheating!' She moved her free hand to wipe her lips and-

"Joan…" Pyrrha affectionately squeezed Joan's hand on her leg. "…I-I'll love you no matter what… You don't have to worry so much…"

Joan looked at Pyrrha with incredulity. Who was the woman before her? She always prized their relationship's intense intimacy, honesty, and communication; Yet, right then, she could not recognize her partner. 'She cares THAT much about her mother approving of me?! This is too much…! Way too much…!' Her frustration with the situation far outweighed her desire to please her mother-in-law with crude, inappropriate submission.

She wiped her lips and waved her hand to splash the sticky fluid onto the floor, by her feet.

Sheila chuckled, pretending nothing happened. "I'll stop making you uncomfortable, Sweety. You have no interest in hearing my dirty words, since you're such a loyal, pretty, special lamb unlike me, who is a filthy, promiscuous slut."

"I… I didn't mean it that way-"

"Oh, don't mind it. I won't ever bother you with my nonsense again. Right now, I have something more concerning to deal with…" She once more cupped the underside of her gigantic erection. "…You're the sexiest girl I've seen in a while, so how will I solve this? I guess I'll just have to think of you while fucking one of my little lambs tonight. Consider that a promise."

"H-heh…?"

Sheila walked past Joan, who was too nervous to look back and follow her movements; If she did, her eyes might once more become stuck on the enticing monster cock.

Exactly because of that, her body jerked in surprise when Sheila grabbed her shoulders from behind and leaned down, bringing her lips to her ear. "…But I wonder if you really are the prude, loyal little lamb you claim to be…? Maybe I'll find out tonight… I hope you are, okay? I hate little liars."

"U-uhm…"

"What's your favorite sex position…?"

"P-Prone…Bone…?" The words came out of Joan's mouth without voluntary input due to crippling anxiety.

"I'll remember that."

With those ominous words, Sheila left the kitchen.

Joan remained stiff for multiple minutes, stunned by the bizarre interaction she just went through.

Finally, once she recovered, she turned to Pyrrha in a rush, angry about everything that took place.

…But she failed to speak out.

Pyrrha looked very, very nervous. Her face communicated everything: She believed her mother to have hated Joan.

That was not all; There was some other emotion hidden behind Pyrrha's face. 'What is it…? Frustration…? Sadness…? I don't get it… There's something wrong between the two of them, and I don't understand what it is… What are you hiding, Pyrrha…?'

Ultimately, Joan said nothing.

She wanted to probe her girlfriend to discover what exactly was going on. How could she possibly care about her mother's approval so much if she treated Joan in that creepy, perverted, and borderline-intimidating way?

However, Joan's love for Pyrrha was hardly affected, meaning that she had a more pressing concern at first: To smooth things over with her mother-in-law. 'Tomorrow… Right now, I'm just done…'

A great night of sleep was needed.

'I wish I could share the bed with Pyrrha…'

Sheila had oddly conservative rules for the house: Joan had to stay in the guest room, and Pyrrha in her childhood bedroom. The guest room was between Pyrrha's and Sheila's room. 'Does she not want us to have sex? Pfft, hypocrite… She's going to sleep with some girl tonight, isn't she? She gets to do it, but we can't? Either way, it's better to obey. I don't want to damage things further, and I doubt Pyrrha would go against her mom. But this is a little bad…'

Joan examined her panties. 'I'm soaked… It's her fault for flashing that huge thing around and talking so much about sex. I'm a healthy woman, okay?! It's not because I want to cheat or anything… It just got my mind thinking. What would it feel like to have that thing inside me…? It has to break something, right…? Could I gape so much that my hole never closes up properly again…? When Pyrrha got rough with me last week, it felt super good… I bet Sheila is ten times rougher, and she's got even more muscle and dick… Honestly, I know it wouldn't feel THAT good, but it's interesting to fantasize… Whatever! I'm not going to masturbate to you!! Just tell Pyrrha that you love me as her girlfriend and stop being a mean bitch!'

Her mother-in-law's passive hostility worried her greatly. After spending a long time thinking about the subject, Joan reached a preliminary conclusion. 'I think a lot of that was just her messing with me. She must have really liked Cecilia and must really think I'm some evil witch that ruined her daughter's perfect engagement. Nghh… This can't last for the entire relationship… Pyrrha is so submissive to her… I really need to get her on my side. What should I do…? This woman is all kinds of crazy! She even joked that she'd fuck her buddy tonight while pretending it was me! She said it in front of Pyrrha! Screw you…! Pyrrha is better than you! Rough is great, but it still needs love and intimacy, not whatever you have or do with your "little lambs"! You couldn't make me feel even CLOSE to as good as Pyrrha-'

"Nghhhooooooooh !!!" A guttural shriek suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

'Shriek…? No, that was…'

"Ooooooh ! Nghoooooh ! Uuuuuuungh ! Ghnnnnnn ! Mnghhhoooooooh !" A woman moaned desperately in the neighboring room.

Specifically, Sheila's room.

'Wh-what is that? Did she begin having sex with her friend…? With that huge dick…?'

"Uuuuuuungh ! Ooooooooh ! Hooooooooh !" The moans answered the question for her; They sounded as guttural and desperate as Joan expected someone to moan if assaulted by Sheila's monstrous cock. "Mnghhhhhhhh ! Uuuuuuuuuuungh !" After starting, they just kept going and going. "Mnghhuuuuuuh ! Nghhooooooooh !" Joan stared at the wall between her and Sheila's room without blinking, stuck in a state of disbelief. "Ghhuuuuuuuuuh ! Nghhuuuuuuuuuh !" The moans were so deep, long, and passionate that she could not easily acknowledge that they were real.

Yet, they obviously were.

Such a thing was evident because they simply did not stop.

"Oooooooooh !"

"Hooooooooh !"

They kept going and going…

"Nghhoooooooh !"

"Uuuuuuuuungh !"

'Th-… That's sex…? Huh…? I don't get it… What am I hearing…? Huh…?'

Joan was a healthy adult woman. She had sex with other people before Pyrrha; She even watched porn at times. Her preference was videos where women orgasmed hard and sweat a lot, squirting all over the men taking them with rough thrusting.

Yet, in none of them had she heard a single woman moaning anywhere near that insanely. "Mnghhhhooooooh ! Uuuuuuuuuungh !"

'Isn't this too much?! Is she murdering her partner?! Wh-what is this…?! A-and the creaking…! How hard is she doing it?! With a dick that big, can she even go that hard?!

"Oooooooooh ! Hoooooooooooh !"

'This is too much! How am I supposed to sleep with this?! Why is there so much wet slapping?! I need to text Pyrrha…!'

Just as she got her phone, she realized Pyrrha had already begun texting her. 'Huh? Wow, she sent me a lot of texts asking what I'm up to… What a dumb question! What would I possibly be doing right now?! I'm listening to your mother obliterating some girl's pussy in the neighboring room!'

Whereas Pyrrha sent a dozen texts very quickly after the moaning began, she now took quite a while to answer Joan.

"Mnghhhhhhhhhh ! Ooooooooooh !"

In the end, all Pyrrha said was that it was normal, disappointing Joan. Sheila regularly had girls over and intensely fucked them for hours without end.

She considered leaving the room or distracting herself, but the size of Sheila's balls immediately came to mind. 'Can she go, like… For hours…? I need to sleep… What do I do…? And these sounds… They're making me…'

…Horny. Joan felt the area between her legs growing unacceptably soggy, embarrassing her. 'Tch… I refuse to masturbate NOW, so what do I do…?'

"Uuuuuuuuuungh ! Hoooooooooooh !"

Just as Joan considered texting Pyrrha again, her eyes landed upon something: A tennis ball glued to the wall. 'Why is that there…? Wait… Is it… Covering a hole…? It looks like it is. Does that mean guests can see into Sheila's room…?'

With her mind and body overcome by curiosity, Joan did not put much thought into, simply walking over and removing the ball.

Indeed, it was not glued; Just partially shoved into the hole.

After pulling it out, she bent over slightly and…

…Discovered how Ruby knew so much about Pyrrha's mother.

"Ooooooooooh ! Nghhooooooooooooooh !"

Her eyes indubitably registered the sexual slaughter taking place in the neighboring room, but it still took her mind a long time to truly believe it.

It was impossible.

Not the moans. "Ooooooooooh ! Nghyyyyyaaaaaaaah !" …Those were indubitably real.

Not the bed creaking or wet smacking echoing in the room. Those were irrefutably real.

Not even the brutality of Sheila's pistons, repeatedly impaling Ruby's pussy with around 35% of its length. That, too, could not be anything other than real.

Rather, their expressions.

The raw euphoria on Ruby's face…

…And unhinged mania in Sheila's face.

It was sex of the most ruthless, emotionless kind, with the powerful, Amazonian woman pulverizing the petite girl's perky rear against the sheets. How Ruby's ass managed to stay up was outright inexplicable to Joan; Her head buried against the sheets made perfect sense, though.

"Where's the dirty talk, huh?!" Sheila grabbed onto Ruby's short hair and pulled on it until her back arched painfully, removing her upper body from the bed. "How can you expect to be my good little cumhole lamb if you won't say anything nice to me?!" Despite the supposed rage in her words, she grinned while uttering then; Sheila was a clear sadist who got off on intimidating and forcibly submitting girls.

"Nghuuuuuh ! Mnghhhhh !" Ruby could not speak; Sheila rammed into her too fast and violently for communication to be possible. Despite not being an athletic girl at all, Ruby's body looked surprisingly muscular due to unending contractions forcibly helping her body brace against the impacts. "Ghnnnn ! Nghhhh !" Her ass and back of legs were covered with several bruises, though they looked old.

…Meaning this was a regular event.

Her friend, Ruby, getting absolutely destroyed by Sheila's humongous body and cock was a regular event.

"Nothing? That's fine." Sheila let go of Ruby's hair, leading her face to forcibly bury against the sheets once more due to dropping like dead weight. "You have your own charm. Too tight and petite to take my dick, but filled with enthusiasm… It's fun seeing you go crazy, cute girl!" She raised her hand and ruthlessly descended it into Ruby's ass.

"Khhhhhhnghooooooooohhh !!!" Her entire body quaked violently from the impact; Despite a massive welt being added to her ass bruises, she did not seem to hate it; In fact, based on how much her quivering sped up for the next several seconds, Ruby enjoyed the rough treatment, cumming hard.

If there was any doubt, all Joan had to do was look at the juices hosing out of her pussy, bathing Sheila's low-hanging balls.

Undoubtedly, Ruby was climaxing much harder than Joan ever did. Where was the love and intimacy? Were those not needed? 'If it turned out that Sheila wasn't just teasing me to screw with me and we did have sex… Would I cum like that too…?' Though she felt guilty for the thought, it was an unavoidable one; The reality before her had to be processed.

"MNGHHHHH !" Ruby's body arched in a sharp spasm before truly losing all strength and turning into full dead weight, failing to hold her ass up to be rammed. "Ghhhhhhhn … Mnghhhhhh …" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, with her tongue dangling out of her mouth and drooling all over the sheets.

At the same time, a small bulge popped into her stomach.

Joan's jaw dropped, understanding what happened right away: Her womb was skewered.

…

'H-heh…? Th-that thick thing… Is inside her womb…? A-and it's only half her dick…! H-huh…? She fucks so hard that she breaks wombs…? Is that possible…?'

It was a stupid question. A mere glance at Ruby's face more than answered it. They had only begun fucking a few minutes ago and she had already entered a half-dead haze, anesthetized by raw, agonizing pleasure.

The futanari MILF knew how to use her gigantic cock to brutally break a woman's womb, body, and soul, thoroughly enjoying her existence as meat for her sexual satisfaction.

…Like women were just lambs to obey her.

Regardless, witnessing Ruby's womb breaking open and getting savagely reshaped by Sheila's assault changed Joan's view on the act.

There was no way Ruby was truly enjoying it. The sight before her must be that of painful rape. Ruby had yet to make a single verbal sign of consent. Her moans were likely the result of pain, not pleasure; Even if fluids poured out of her vagina, they were just involuntary physiological reactions.

True sex needed honesty, communication, and intimacy; The brutality before her had none of those.

What a horrible, horrible thing Ruby must have been experiencing. 'Sh-she's the kind of girl that can't say no. I don't know how she and Sheila met for the first time, but she was probably pressured into it…! If she used the same type of pressure on her that she used on me over dinner, she'd fold for sure…! Is this a regular thing?! What should I do…?! Ruby, how do I help you…?'

"Nghhhhhoooooh … I love iiiiiit …"

'…What…?' Another reality check struck Joan.

"I love iiiiiit … Please ruin my pussy, Mommyyyyy … Mnghhuuuuuuuuh …" Her energetic, guttural moans turned into weak mumbles due to excessive pleasure leaving her cum-drunk.

Ruby was loving the inhumane sexual treatment.

'N-no way…' Searching for evidence to confirm Ruby's delusional statement, Joan focused her gaze on the area where their genitals connected. 'There's even more coming out…! She's getting hornier after it's in her uterus?! D-doesn't her cervix collapsing hurt?!' Every single time Sheila thrust – which were many, many times per minute – several drops of pussy juice splattered all over her crotch.

It was the simple law of physics. Two bodies could not occupy the same space at the same time; Therefore, Ruby's tight, minuscule pussy made room by constantly machine-gunning pussy juice to allow Sheila to claim every inch of her insides, cruelly scraping and gouging her sensitive walls.

At the same time, her body relentlessly lubed itself to endure the aggressive spearing, creating an endless loop of mild and explosive squirting. It was inarguable proof that the petite girl loved to be abused by the dominant MILF. 'To the point of calling her "Mommy"…?!'

"That's more like it, isn't it?" Sheila praised Ruby's effortful submission words while continuing to viciously descend her hips into her pussy; Her heavy balls swung wildly with each thrust, only barely failing to smack her wet slit due to how much shaft remained out of her hole due to her petite figure.

As if the rough treatment could not grow even more extreme, Sheila inserted two fingers from each hand into Ruby's mouth – hooking her mouth wide-open from the sides – and pulled mercilessly while keeping her full body weight on her back, pinning her onto the bed; Her neck bent so much that it almost like she wanted to break it.

Of course, no such thing occurred. "Nghhhuuuuuuuuh ! Mnghhuuuuuuuh ! Ruby simply moaned more and came harder. "I wobe iiiiiiiit ! Vugg me zillyyyyyyyy ! Ooooooooooooh !" She could barely keep her eyes open due to repeated climaxes making them roll up, leading her face to contort time and time again in excruciating pleasure.

'Insane…! This is insane…! Pyrrha's mother is a sex beast…! There's no gentleness…! Completely different…! She REALLY is treating her like a worthless animal! A meathole…!' Joan thoroughly enjoyed sex with her loved one, but she had never moaned or trembled nearly as much as Ruby. 'Can this really feel good…? O-or is Ruby a super masochist…?' Without realizing it, Joan started touching herself; The area between her legs ached badly, aroused by the animalistic sight. She obsessively gazed at Ruby's euphoric expression and quivering body, thinking of the maddening pleasure that she must have been experiencing, even if her face looked like a mockery of itself due to the distension caused by Sheila's harsh fingers hooking her lips open.

As a woman, it was impossible to not be incredibly curious.

Sheila had made many comments alluding to Joan being just her type.

Obviously, she had plenty of experience with aggressively fucking girls. It was likely that she could tell which ones were a good match for her.

In other words… '…She thinks I'd love to be ragdolled like Ruby…? N-no way… But maybe she knows more about me than I know…? I didn't even know sex like this could exist and here I am…! T-touching myself?! When did I start?! Ah, fuck … It's throbbing too much…! It's okay… Just this one time! I'll get it out of my system this one so I can act clearly tomorrow! I can't have my head foggy!'

Right as she refocused on the inhumane, hardcore sex act taking place, it stopped.

Sheila let go of Ruby's mouth and pulled out without warning. "Uuuuuuuuuuuungh …" The petite girl convulsed in place, with her face collapsing on its side, gasping for air to recover from the abusive fucking she received. "Nghaaah … Nghaaaah … Nghaaah …"

Until now, Joan's main focus was on Ruby, subtly using her as a mental proxy for what sort of pleasure she could be experiencing if in her place. Shameful as it was, Pyrrha was not in her thoughts.

Nonetheless, at that moment, her focus turned to Sheila. She got up from the bed, capturing Joan's gaze.

The muscular woman had a perfect body for Joan's beauty standards. She was covered in a thin veil of sweat, dripping down her massive breasts and traveling between the ridges of her sculpted eight-pack abs. Every muscle in her body was drawn with thick veins from the physical exertion imposed in each thrust. Half of her hair remained tied in the bun at the lower back of her head, but the other half was loose and disheveled, making her look even sexier.

Unwittingly, Joan formed a dangerous thought… 'She's so much hotter than Pyrrha…! I wanna lick her abs clean and get smashed under her…! Even her breathing is sexy…! Look at those veins…! Ruby is so tiny, but she fucked her SO hard…! No mercy…! No wonder she's so cocky…!' Her tongue dangled out of her mouth, drooling and panting in silence.

Then, her eyes noticed another unbelievable thing: There was a mini-balloon hanging from her glans.

…

A mini-balloon?

What would a mini-balloon be doing on a penis' tip?

…

'Is that a condom?! Packed with THAT MUCH CUM?!' Because of Sheila's horse-sized cock – and then some – the condom could only cover one-third of its length; Amidst the psychotic cock-hammering, Joan failed to notice it earlier.

'She orgasmed…? I didn't even see it…! Look at her inner legs… There's so much pussy juice running down too… So she orgasms from both ends at the same time…? But this is insane! When Pyrrha ejaculates, she almost always loses strength and starts grunting in place…! Sheila just kept going, I couldn't even tell!' The redhead MILF had so much stamina, dominance, and strength that she could keep going past her climax without the need for a single second of a breather. She most certainly grunted animalistically during her orgasm, but how would Joan have noticed?

After all, during the dominating assault, she grunted with almost every thrust.

Sheila was a savage in bed. The only way for one to realize she is ejaculating is if there is no condom, or if one is the target of her thrusts. 'I bet it pulsates like crazy! This is all insane…! How much cum is that?! Pyrrha could cum 10 times and it still wouldn't be THAT much…! This woman is a sex freak! I'm gonna cum… ! Nghhhh … Huh? Where's she going…?' Sheila walked out of frame, deeply frustrating Joan. 'I was right at the end… ! Don't leave now… ! Is she going to the bathroom or something?! Mnghhh … Whatever… ! I'll finish myself by looking at Ruby-

A packed condom suddenly popped through the hole, hitting Joan's face before landing on the floor. It was knotted up, so the content did not spill over.

"Hih!" Still, it surprised Joan more than enough to make her jump and yelp in shock. "Wh-what?!"

"I filled this one thinking of you ." Sheila's green eye covered the other side of the hole. "Doesn't touching yourself make you a bit of a cheating slut, Ms. Loyal? I can't say that I like it when lambs lie to me…"

Joan froze in place, having absolutely no idea what to say or do.

"I'll get back to it now, alright…? To help you remain a prude, loyal, wonderful girl, I'll cover it on my end." Sheila blocked the hole with some unidentifiable object.

Soon… "MNGHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOHHHH !!! Mommyyyyyyyyyy !!!" …The sexual slaughter began again. Even if muffled, it remained brutal and enticing.

Joan covered the hole on her own end as well and rushed to sleep, terrified of her fuck-up. If she was already on bad terms with Sheila before, it would likely be even worse now.

'…I need to talk to her tomorrow and fix this…! Is she going to hold this over my head…?'

"Mnghhhhoooooooooh !!! Yes, yes, yes… ! I'm Joan… ! I'm a blonde, stupid, worthless sluuuuuut… ! I'm sorry for ruining your daughter's awesome engagement !!!" Ruby groaned, getting railed again. "Use my pussy to… ! To get payback… ! For what I did… !"

Yes, Sheila most certainly would hold it over her head.

"I'm a loyal, nice girl… ! Mnghhhooooooooh ! Who just happens to… ! Love big, fat dicks… ! Oooooooooooooh… !"

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…

"Nghhhhh …" Joan still masturbated, believing it to be needed to think with a clear head tomorrow.

It was a masturbation filled with guilt…

"Mnghhhhm… !" …But also pleasure.

Joan woke up early and immediately searched for Sheila around the house. The topic of calling Ruby to talk about the subject did not even cross her mind, focused exclusively on salvaging her situation.

Ultimately, she encountered her in the garden. The large house contained a vast one, including a comprehensive hedge maze. In the center of it, relaxing on a bench while taking in the sun, was Sheila, drinking a glass of wine with the most arrogant posture possible, as if she knew Joan would come; Her absurd, weighty cock nearly touched the floor as it dangled behind her loincloth. "Hm…?" She leered at Joan. "Already looking for me…? You must have really enjoyed watching yesterday. Did you come to ask for a turn of your own?"

"That's not what I'm here for." Joan strengthened her resolve. 'If I don't get us on good terms NOW, she might tell Pyrrha to break up with me the instant they see each other.'

"Didn't you like it?" Sheila smirked with parted lips, condescendingly tilting her head. "I could tell you were touching yourself. You wouldn't lie to me again, would you…?"

"…It's true. I was touching myself."

"Oh, my…"

"…But I didn't lie. I-I'm not a cheater or a slut…! I'm loyal to Pyrrha and I love her!"

"A half-lie, then…?"

"I'm not lying…!"

"You don't get it, but you are half-lying." Sheila's mysterious implication made no sense to Joan. "On the other hand, I was very honest and kept my word last night."

"Your word…?"

"I thought about you aaaaaall night while I railed your friend's tiny hole. Every nut I pumped out was thinking of your sexy body. If only she had tits like you so I had something to maul… Her ass isn't as great either, but with enough force, even a petite girl's rear starts rippling. They feel more pain because there's less of a meat shield, so it's fun in a whole other way, you know…? Ruby always leaves with sooo many bruises… I quite enjoy playing with her." She sipped the wine, sadistically enjoying Joan's discomfort.

"You only called her over because of me, didn't you?"

"I fuck tons of girls. Ruby is one of them. I did call her to specifically bother you, though. I prefer tall and stacked like you since you can take more of a beating, but it's fun to screw the more fragile ones every now and then… They like it too, you know…? The size contrast turns us both on. They're sooo small under me…" Her penis twitched.

Joan looked at it.

…And Sheila chuckled. "Feel free to look at it. You already got such a nice view last night, so let me help you." She moved the loincloth to the side, fully exposing herself.

"Th-that's…!" Only now did Joan realize something: Sheila had not showered. Her cock remained soapy with semen and pussy juice, hence the dense, pervasive odor emanating from it; Her inner legs were dry with her own vaginal fluids. 'I'm already losing my cool! How do I even get this woman to like me?! She's so passive-aggressive!' Moving without thinking, Joan sat beside Sheila in the hopes of breaking the mature woman's rhythm. 'H-her tits look even bigger…! And now I'm lower than her…! Why did I do this?!'

"Oh, my… You want to get close? Is it a sniff you want…? I can lift my arm if you want to lick my armpit sweat… Or do you want to lick my eight-pack…? It must be so hard to be a self-denying whore."

"Why do you hate me?!" Joan shot out a straightforward question in hopes of breaking Sheila's pace; Passive-aggressive as she was, she would certainly stumble if the conversation turned direct.

"Because you ruined a perfectly good thing we had going." Alas, Sheila's dominance was not broken, but the conversation finally progressed. "Cecilia was a great girl. Good family. Good personality… Delicious body." She licked her lips. "I don't see you as a good enough upgrade to justify the break in status quo."

"Th-that's all?! You're giving me this much of a hard time just because you got used to her ex?! What about the fact that I love Pyrrha?!"

"Love is such a fleeting thing, isn't it? You loved her yesterday and claimed to be loyal… And then a few hours later was fingering yourself like a little slut while watching me rail your friend."

"Khh…!"

"I know stupid girls like you. I don't believe you have what it takes to truly make my daughter happy. To top it off, you're dishonest with yourself. You keep glancing at my dick, yet pretend that you're a sweet, loyal creature. You know that I'm the woman of the house, and yet fail to stifle your discomfort over the way I act in my own domain. Why exactly should I like you for my daughter? Hm?"

"If I offended you, I'm sorry, but-"

"Whatever initial trial I was willing to give you is already burned, Dear. Enjoy the garden, because you'll be gone by tomorrow. I'm telling my daughter that you're trash. Hopefully she'll see sense and get back with Cecilia… I'm sure I can persuade that girl to return."

"Y-you…!" Joan was left almost breathless due to Sheila's callousness. The woman did not even bother faking a smile any longer, staring at her with unceasing contempt. "Don't you get that I love her…?!"

"…My daughter may be stupid enough to love you. That's the only way to justify giving up on what she had. But you…" Her expression turned cold. "…You don't really love her. I'm just protecting my daughter."

"I DO!" Joan shot to her feet, furious to have the most powerful emotion of her life coldly denied. How could the woman so confidently insist that her feelings were not real? What sort of worldview justified that sort of confidence?

Right then, she had an epiphany.

Unfortunately, said epiphany was accompanied by a verbal outburst that could have been framed far, far better. "You're just a resentful divorced hag!"

"…Hm…?" Sheila's face held pure coldness, glaring at Joan with emotionless eyes.

"You're jealous that your daughter has true love with me while you got divorced! This is all there is to this! You're not protecting Pyrrha from anything! Maybe… Maybe you preferred her ex over me, so you feel like you're going through a divorce all over again and discounting it all on me! That's what this is! You're just acting on emotion, aren't you?!"

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…

…

Very, very slowly, Sheila's slightly open mouth of surprise turned into a wide-eyes half-grin. "You're right, aren't you? I guess I am acting on emotion and being a bit unfair to you."

"H-heh…?"

"…I should give you a chance, shouldn't I? One to show me that you really do love my daughter and can give her everything she needs and deserves."

"Y-yes…! Yes, you should…!" Joan calmed down in a flash, stunned that her outburst had a positive effect. 'DID I JUST DO IT?!'

"And I can't really deny it, can I? With a body like yours… You would make a great upgrade over Cecilia if it turns out that you're good enough for my daughter."

"I-I don't mind if you want to stare, I guess…" Joan made a random concession out of pure nervousness.

Sheila stopped, took a sip of her wine, and stared at Joan for several seconds; The silence was just a way to reassert her dominance. "I won't tell Pyrrha anything today. By tonight, I think I'll have a better idea of how good you can really be for her."

Joan did not understand her remark but was too afraid to probe. She fast-walked out of there.

Before leaving, she glanced back one last time.

Throughout their conversation, Sheila's heavy, hanging cock had erected itself into a fully towering monster… One that quivered aggressively and continuously, emanating an odor so strong that Joan could smell it from the distance.

…What made her so horny…?

The MILF licked her hips while seeing her off.

Nothing happened for the rest of the day. Joan talked with Pyrrha briefly about the sex sounds last night but said nothing about Ruby.

"Yeah… Mom always has someone over… I had to hear that a lot, even when Dad lived with us…" Apparently, Sheila was a cheater herself. "I avoided bringing friends or girls over because she's so, uhm… Upfront and open about everything… Going to college was a big relief. It helped me flesh out a lot."

"Isn't it weird to come back and hear back and hear your mother having sex with someone?"

"Y-yeah, it's weird for sure." Pyrrha averted her gaze. "…But it's my childhood home so…"

'Is this why she's so timid and obedient around her mother? I guess hearing her banging girls all the time must have really messed with her confidence around her…' Despite feeling like she had a better understanding of Pyrrha, something still felt off.

Something she did not understand, hidden within Pyrrha's mind; A secret that she kept to herself, maybe.

Either way, Joan let it go. With nothing eventful taking place – even dinner was peaceful, lacking great sexual remarks – she returned to her bedroom thinking Sheila had officially backed off and given her the full month as a peaceful trial period.

…Until the door to her room opened. "Hello, Sweety." Sheila closed the door and locked it behind her.

"H-hi…!" Caught in her pajamas, Joan sat up on the bed, confused.

Fortunately or not, Joan did not need to know how to act.

After all, she was in Sheila's domain, and Sheila took the lead without hesitation. The redhead MILF removed her loincloth, bra, stockings, and armbands… And put a condom on her dick, which had been hard and tall since the moment she entered the room, oozing precum. Like last night, the condom only covered a third of its length, stretched to its limit.

"What are you…?"

"I came to find out if you're good enough for my daughter." She walked toward the bed with a confident stride. Her enormous cock swayed left and right with her steps, matching the rhythm of her clapping asscheeks. "Let's see if you're good for my daughter, okay?"

"A-ah…!" Joan finally understood. It was a test! She wanted to see if Joan would cheat when offered so directly!

In truth, a small part of Joan was curious about how it would feel to be oppressively crushed by a dominant, strong woman like Sheila. Ruby's guttural moans and squirting orgasms tingled a deep feminine curiosity in her heart.

Nevertheless, she would NEVER betray Pyrrha's love for her. The romantic, intimate, gentle sex that she had regularly was more than enough; Emotionless, barbaric sex with a womb-breaking monster cock was wildly unneeded for her to be happy, even if there was a curious appeal to its rough nature.

Therefore, Joan opted to pass the easiest test of her life. "I don't want to have sex with you."

Victory! Confidence surely earned!

"Who cares?" Sheila chuckled sadistically.

"What do you mean- Mnghhhh! Gaaaah! Hey…! It hurts…! Khhhh!!" Joan had her hair forcefully grabbed, her body turned around, and her head shoved into the sheets. "Mnhbhhhhnmmhh!!!" She thrashed frantically to free herself to no avail.

With a single hand, Sheila easily pinned her down by pressing her head into the bed. "Don't waste too much air saying nonsense, Sweety. You're about to need a lot of it." She did something with her other hand that was out of Joan's field of view.

She soon found out what it was: Sheila removed the pillowcase from a nearby pillow and wrapped it around her head, making everything dark. "Mnhhmmmmmm…!" It was knotted so narrowly around her neck that she could JUST BARELY breathe. 'What's going on?! What is this?!' Her neck muscles popped out due to strain, struggling with the tension of the cruel knot.

"Don't get mad at me, will you? I just don't want you calling for Pyrrha yet. We'll get to that part later, okay? For now, it's all about you and me…." Sheila climbed on the bed and rested her ENORMOUS, HARD penis onto Joan's back. Though she wore a condom, the bottom two-thirds of her shaft was drenched in precum, rubbing all over Joan's lower back and ass; The scent emanated powerfully, invading Joan's nostrils even inside the pillowcase. "Oh, my, sandwich at least a BIT of it, yes…?" She spread Joan's cheeks apart until part of her shaft was snuggly embraced by them; The remainder rested on Joan's lower back, almost poking her upper back due to its sizable length. "From behind like this is your favorite, right? Ruby sure loved it last night too…"

"Mnghhhhhh!!! Mnhhhhhmmm!!!" Joan tried to protest but it was fruitless; All it did was leave her without air, making it hard to groan. 'What is this?! She's going to rape me?! Is she crazy?!'

"It's hard in there, isn't it…? I know… I've done plenty of asphyxiation play on myself too." She condescendingly caressed Joan's face over the pillowcase. "You saw how enthusiastic I got at juicy pussies last night, didn't you? If you were anyone else, I'd say you'll pass out fast and easy… But you're a special, loyal sweetheart, so you'll impress me, right…?"

'I don't get it! What the fuck is she saying?! Get me out of this thing…! D-don't you dare put that monster inside me! It won't fit! Wh-why is it twitching so much?!' She could feel it gently smacking her back due to sharp quivers.

"Here's the game: if you truly aren't a cheating little lamb, don't pass out on me."

'H-huh?'

"Air is limited in there." She continued to move her hand around Joan's face, at times pushing the pillowcase into her mouth purely to show dominance over her. "If you cum too hard and moan too much, you'll quickly go dark on me. But since you're not a cheating little lamb, you won't pass out on me, because you won't like it that much, thus not cumming that much. You'll hold onto your feelings for Pyrrha and resist like an honest, loyal girl instead of a promiscuous, filthy slut like me or my other girls… Right?"

'That's…! Impossible…! F-forget the cumming…! Her dick won't even go in, I bet, but if it does, I'll be in so much pain! I'll run out of air regardless! If that happens, she'll tell Pyrrha to break up with me?! This is stacked against me!! Sh-should I try to run or something?! Khhh…! She locked the door and probably took the key…! I can barely make a sound with this pressure on my neck…! Shit…!'

"Ah, before I start, I should check if you can even take me! Since you're so loyal and loving to my daughter, I don't imagine you'd be even a little bit wet…" Her voice was soaked in pitiless sarcasm.

With a single hand, she tore off Joan's pajamas. Then her bra, and then her panties.

Her body was exposed to the tall, muscular woman whose cock was enough to easily break her.

And… "Oh… Very nice…" …Apparently, Joan was very, very wet. She could tell from the sensations caused by Sheila's fingers playing with her slit. "Isn't it odd that you'd be so wet if you love my daughter so much? I'd imagine a key component of loyalty would mean not being aroused by the sight of other people. You're almost making me think you're a bit of a disloyal slit, Sweety…"

"Mnnmmmmhm… Nnnhhmmmm…!" As much as Joan wanted to protest, it felt undeniably good to have Sheila's fingers gently rubbing her pussy lips. 'Fuck…! I'm still wet from last night…?! No, it's this bitch's fault…! She keeps walking around with that thing dangling, showing off her eight-pack… Of course I'm turned on…!'

"Maybe it's just on the outside? Why don't we get a full hand in there to find out, hm…?"

'F-full hand?! W-wait- Nghhhhhhhhn!' Her body spasmed in perfect synchrony with Sheila's closed fist sliding into her wet hole.

She did so slowly and continuously, pushing as far as deep as she could purely to make it more strenuous for Joan. Her pacing was so calm that Joan almost wanted to ask her to just punch it in.

It felt so, so excruciating to feel the fist gradually making it in, crushing every bump that tried to squeeze it along the way.

"Nghhhhhhhhh …" A sweet groan escaped from her lips. "Mnghhhhh … Ghnnnnnn …" And then several more.

"I don't get it, Sweety. You look SO excited to have your insides scraped out! I might have never a hole this wet. If I didn't know it was YOUR hole, I'd almost say you were a professional cheating slut." She pulled the hand back out at the exact same slow speed.

"Ghnnnnnn … Mnghhhhhnnnn …"

"…Maybe you ARE a cheating slut and don't know it yet? How do you feel about that?"

"Unghhhhhhhh …" Joan pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and tried to suppress all bodily sensations.

"Ah, I see… Maybe I got it wrong! Let me check it a few more times, okaaaay?" Her humongous cock snapped up multiple times, landing back down on Joan's back with enough force to make her body jerk slightly in pain.

Sheila was in full control of the situation and taking her sweet time.

Meanwhile… 'It's already hard to breathe…! Fuck … Why is this happening?! I'm not feeling good…! I'm not feeling good…! There's no love in this, so I'm not feeling good…!'

Her fist went in slowly… "Nghhhhhhhh …

Slowly out… "Ghnnnnnnn …"

Slowly in… "Mnghhhhhhn …

Slowly out… "Uuuuuuuuuungh …"

Again and again and again… 'Just SHOVE IT IN! Just shove it in!!! Don't make it so excruciatingly slooooow…! Come ooooooooon … Hah … Hah …"

"You're trembling so much, Sweety. I almost wanted to free your face so I can see what it looks like!"

Hearing the threat made Joan work extra hard to force a poker face. 'I'm not feeling good…! I'm not…! I'm really not…! Nghhhhhh … I'm not giving in to this woman…! Pyrrha, your mother's raping me…! Why do you care about her opinion so much?! This is an evil woman…! Mnghhhhh ..o'

"Oh, look. You've loosened up so much that I found your cervix!"

"MNGHHH !" Joan's full body spasmed fiercely.

"It feels good to have it poked, doesn't it…? Come on, show me again…"

"NGHHH !" She spasmed exactly when ordered by Sheila.

Obviously, it was not due to the verbal command; Rather, Sheila knew aggressively pushed with her fist, disregarding the deep, sharp pain that the act caused on Joan.

…It also brought a lot of pleasure with it.

"Show me, show me!"

"NGHHH ! GHHN ! UNGH !" Every single strong push made Joan spasm and grunt ferociously. Within seconds her face turned red and her neck muscles bulged with veins that did not exist until a moment ago. 'Why is it feeling gooood?! I can't seriously like this…! Nghhhhhhh … This woman…! Is in full control of my body…! And I'm feeling so fucking good…!' There was only so much reality-denying she could do, and the exaggerated bodily sensations easily corroded her ability to mentally defy her genuine physical feelings. 'It's so hard to breathe…! Don't lose it…! I'm feeling so hot down there…! Whyyyy…?!'

"Sweety, you're not supposed to start squirting yet. Isn't this a little shameful…?"

'Squirting?! Huuuuuh?!' Joan had never squirted in her life. Yet, now that Sheila said it, she noticed a distinct feeling of boiling-hot fluids trying to shoot out of her wet hole.

However, they did not shoot out. Instead, they got stuck against Sheila's closed fist, as if it were a dam holding back a barrage of pussy juice.

In other words, the next time Sheila pushed her fists forward…

"MNGHHHHHHHHH !" The pressure was far greater.

…And the next even more. "UUUUUUUUUUUNGH !"

…And then the next was worse. "NGHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUGH !"

Joan was orgasming her brains out with ruthless, disrespectful sexual abuse, and Sheila had yet to penetrate her. The situation was harrowing. Her vision was already turning weak, with her ability to think deteriorating rapidly due to lack of air.

"I've stretched you out plenty. Let's get the main show on the road, alright…?" Sheila pulled her hand out in a single swift, aggressive motion.

"MNGHHHHHHH !!" Joan entered an unexpected manic convulsion, shooting out a large barrage of pussy juice all over the sheets. "UUUUUUUUUNGH !!" As it turned out, slow fisting was indeed tough to handle… But brutal, fast fisting would have been even worse; The act of recklessly scraping her wet walls on the way out was more than enough to push her into a far, far stronger orgasm.

If Sheila opted to genuinely punch her cervix into submission, Joan would turn into an orgasmic puddle within the minute.

"We'll do that another time, okay?" She knew exactly what was going on in Joan's head. "Aaaaah, I'm so hard. I can't wait to experience the pussy my daughter brought for me. But first…" Sheila spent a few seconds stroking herself for some reason – or so Joan deduced based on the moist squishing sounds since she lacked the ability to see. "And now…" She suddenly loosened up the knot on Joan's neck.

Was it a miracle? Did she realize it was too cruel, so she opted to give Joan a better chance?

…Of course not.

Sheila did it so her hand could get inside the pillowcase to rub Joan's face, smearing it with the precum-and-pussy-juice cocktail she created by stroking herself.

"Stooop…! Nghhhhh …" Smelling Sheila's precum from a distance was already enough to overwhelm her senses; Having it rubbed directly on her face was extra stress that she most certainly did not need. 'Strooooong…! It smells like sex…! Nghhhhhmmm … Why can't I stop sniffiiiiiing?! It's going to corrupt my skin forever… !'

The moment she had thoroughly tainted her face, she removed her hand and re-knotted the pillowcase. "I mean only to give myself a better shot, alright? I need all the help I can get, since you're such a loyal, loving little lamb. Forgive me, okay? I can't help it since…" She leaned forward, supported her fists onto the bed, and whispered in Joan's ear over the pillowcase. "…A resentful divorced hag.

…

'…I really screwed up, didn't I…?' Her eyes got misty the instant she realized how much brutality she was about to endure. The rape was going to happen. Nothing could stop it. The best Joan could do was… '…Hold onto my feelings for Pyrrha! I hate this woman! I'll win and tell Pyrrha all about how she's evil! She'll take my side!' She bit her lips and braced herself, accidentally getting precum inside her mouth. 'Ghhhh…! This texture…! Don't chew, don't cheeeeew…! I won't lose! I won't pass out! I won't cum a single more time! I won't feel good! Her cock is too big and brutish! There's no love in this rape, and it won't even go in! I won't feel good at all! My body belongs to Pyrrha!'

Love and pleasure were emotional, not physical.

What Ruby had with Sheila was a fuck buddy situation.

Joan was emotionally connected with Pyrrha. Her body was bound to the love of her life and would remember that when push came to shove, rejecting foul, evil, adulterous pleasure. She would not get off with Sheila purely on physical superiority and brutal technique.

Moreover, how much of a difference could penis size make? It was not as if a significant chunk would enter her. A fist was one thing, but Sheila was even bigger than that.

It would be fine. Her love would not be tarnished. Joan would not orgasm a single time-

"MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!" Her body entered a long, maniacal seizure.

Her lower body tore into two… Or so it felt. It was as if a huge piece of metal had been deeply shoved between her legs, painfully splitting her apart; A hot piece of metal. One whose veins were so thick that she felt them scraping her inner ridges.

…One that felt mind-numbingly good.

'Nghhhhhhhh… ! It feels good?! Huuuuh… ? Mnghhhhh ...' The initial shock was such that her mind spiraled into confusion, with her body struggling to the point of forgetting to breathe. "Khhhhhhh …"

By the time she managed to start taking a breath, Sheila had already pulled back out, ready to lunge again.

A vicious, violent pummeling was to come, and Joan had no choice but to take it. 'It's okay…! It's okay…! I didn't cum…! It'll be fine… My love for Pyrrha is way stronger-' Her mind went blank. "NHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN !!!!!" Her legs spasmed desperately at the same time as she felt something sticky and hot barrage out of her wet, stuffed hole.

Yet again, Joan squirted. It only took two thrusts to make her climax harder than ever before with Pyrrha. As much as she wanted to deny it, Sheila made her feel pleasure multiples times greater than Pyrrha… With two simple thrusts and a few minutes of 'gentle' fisting. All while treating her inhumanely, keeping a pillowcase cruelly tied around her neck to restrict her breathing in some sort of sick game meant to be a power play.

She was in trouble.

By the time of the third thrust, which came less than a second after the second…

"MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN !!!" …Joan realized she would not win.

Her vision was already turning dark.

The three thrusts happened in fast succession, giving her mind too little time to register reality and defend itself. It felt too good and she had too little air. 'I'm panting! Help…! Haaaah ! Haaaah ! What the hell is this?!!!!! I'm squirting ?! Nghhuuuuuuuuuuuh !!!! Oh, Gooooooooood ! Stop, stop, stop cumming… ! Why are my abs crunching so hard ?! It huuuuuuuurts… ! Mnghhoooooooooh !!! I can't control my leeeeeeegs… !!! Breathe, breathe, breeeeeeathe!!! I can make it…! I can make it…! As long as my cervix holds, I can make it…!!! Nghhuuuuuuuuuh !!!'

By the fourth thrust… "NGHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMNGHHHHHHHH !!!!" …Her cervix was gone.

It barely broke; Instead, it was as if it opened voluntarily, pulling Sheila deeper in out of raw carnal desire. Joan could not look inside her own body but could feel it happening in real-time.

Indeed, Sheila might have been right. Perhaps Joan's body was that of a cheating little lamb.

…But her spirit was not and she did not wish to give up. 'Ghhhhhhhhhnnnnn ... Help … I don't want … To lose Pyrrha … Cumming … Cummiiiiinng … Hold ooooon … Breeeathe … Don't pass out …'

"You're squeezing harder? But that face you're making…" Sheila reached around and cupped Joan's chin, bending her neck backward until her back turned into a sharp arch with her chest dug into the sheets. "…It's in total disagreement with your body, isn't it…? What's the point of making that face of panic if your body is acting so eager? Show some love toward me, like the previous girl. Or is this all because you love my daughter so much?"

'What is she talking about?! Ooooooooooh… ! I can't follow anything…! Get it out of me…!' Just the feeling of Sheila's cock lodged deep in her uterus was enough to beat her mind into orgasmic submission; The pain from having her stomach horribly distended was too much, not to speak of the ecstasy escalating on its own.

"I won't go slow anymore, alright? But don't you worry…" She let go of Joan's chin, leading her pillowcase-covered head to collapse into the sheets from lack of strength. "…This will be so fast that you'll be embarrassed." She pulled her hips back and…

"MNGHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMM !!!" Joan let out a psychotic, muffled grunt. "Nghhhhhhhmmmmmm !!! Mnghhhhhhhhhhm !!! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunghmmmm !!!" Then many, many others.

The impact of Sheila's fast, deep, hard slams was so great that all hope was forcefully churned out of Joan's mind.

It was too fast.

Too hard.

Too good.

'Cumming ! Cumming ! Oooooooh ! Agaaaaain ! Mnghhhhhhmmm !' Joan blinked…

…

'Don't forget to open your eyes agaaaain ! Oooooooooh !' For a moment, she nearly passed out.

Joan blinked…

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"Mnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm !!!" She almost passed out again but was luckily struck by a jolt of pain that brought her eyes open once more. 'It's too muuuuuuuuch ! She's destroying my wooooomb !!! Ooooooooooooooh ! No more blinkiiiing…! Ooooooooooh !' Not a single part of Joan's body assisted her; Every inch of her existence turned into a toy for Sheila's enjoyment, eager to submit and cum without purpose.

Joan quivered nonstop due to Sheila's merciless pounding. Her thrusts were so violent that there was not a second without the sounds of wet flesh squishing together; Her pussy continuously shot out large volumes of juices, much of which was forcefully scraped out by her veiny, humongous cock. The feeling of stretching was so intense that she would not believe its existence if not for her being a direct victim of it.

It truly felt like her body would break apart at any moment.

Fortunately – or not – no such break occurred; Joan's body held in place just fine, forcing her to cope with what felt like an infinite number of barbaric thrusts, pushing against the back of her uterus so violently that her organs must have been moving around to accommodate her length.

Sheila's cock truly was a womb breaker. Joan felt so much fury every time the rock-hard cock battered her depths that she considered the possibility of becoming infertile due to genuine damage to her body.

If that problem was real, it would be something to be dealt with by Future Joan.

After all, Present Joan…

'Everything… Is turning… Dark… Mnghhhhh … Cummiiiiing …' …Had absolutely lost the game, about to pass out. 'At least I lasted… A little bit… Nghhhhh … Mnghhhmmm… Nhhhhmmmm…? Huuuuh…?'

Joan managed to breathe.

How?

'She… Stopped thrusting…? Huh? Hah… Hah… Fuck, fuck, I'm squirting again…! Why do I tighten up so muuuuuch… ?!' She gasped for air within the narrow pillowcase; There was drool all over the insides because of her repeated desperate gasps for air, unintentionally sucking the fabric into her mouth, which just made her more panicked due to the taste of precum invading her mouth. 'I need to breathe fresh air…! Not…! Her cock juice…! Haaaah … So strong …'

"Are you good…? Did you take a good breath…?" Sheila suddenly whispered in her ear. "…From the way you were squeezing, I could tell you were about to pass out. We can't have you lose TOO fast, can we…?"

"H-heh…?"

"No, of course not… I don't want you to think I'm a resentful divorced hag or anything…" There was no anger in Sheila's words; Just raw arrogance. She was merely toying with Joan.

"Y-you're kidding me…! I-I can't…!"

"Nah-ah-ah! The game only ends when you pass out or I give up." Sheila leaned forward, resting her fat, heavy breasts against Joan's back, crushing her deeper into the sheets; She wrapped an arm around Joan's neck and flexed slightly to squeeze it, impairing her breathing even further. "…You said you reeeeeally loved her and would never cheat. Let's make it count now, right? If you lose too fast, you might see yourself as a bit of a slut, and I wouldn't want that for you."

"P-please…! I-I'm done…!" Joan knew her limits; This game was pointless. Sheila's heartless, brutal sex was infinitely superior to Pyrrha's intimate, gentle embrace. Only a delusional person would argue otherwise after the past few minutes. 'I don't want her to ruin my body…! I love Pyrrha…! My body belongs to her only…!'

"Shhhh… No surrendering allowed." Sheila glued her lips to Joan's ear over the pillowcase. "…I won't stop anyway."

"W-wait- MMNHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMM !!!!"

The brutal pounding resumed at once.

Joan had already lost and was ready to concede…

"Mnghhhhhhhhhhhnnnmmmm !!!!" …But would not be allowed to.

"Ghnnmmmmmmmmmmm !!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuungh !!!"

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!"

…A long, long time passed…

"Mnghhhhhhhhhhh …" Joan's grunts and groans were just as desperate, though far, far weaker.

She could not take it anymore.

…Though, that was not a new thing. She had been unable to take it for quite a while already, yet the slaughter kept going. "Ghnnnnnnnnnnmmmmm …" No matter how much she implored via her grunts, Sheila gave her no break.

Actually, that was an incorrect description. Sheila gave her PLENTY of breaks.

…That was exactly the problem.

"What is it, Sweety? Are you about to pass out again? Okaaaay. I'll give you a quick rest so you have another shot at proving your loyalty, alright? Do your best not to cum from now on so that you win the game!" She sucked on Joan's nape, pulling her skin far from its base before releasing; Tomorrow, it would be a welt or hickey.

It was the 43rd one that night.

Every time Sheila gave Joan a 'second chance', she marked her nape with a harsh suck.

It was torture of the worst kind: The one that felt good. Sheila's lower body was saturated with pussy juices hosed out of Joan's thoroughly abused hole.

After being oxygen-tortured for so long, Joan would easily pass out if allowed. Not only had she never been penetrated by such a monstrous penis, but she had also never been brutally fucked to such a meticulous extent. Before tonight, she had never been aware of just how much sensitive skin existed within her pussy.

Now, she could feel every single inch aching in masochistic pain. Sheila had gouged, scraped, and crushed every bit of her insides, making her miserably aware of the full extent of her wet folds. Her cock reached and stimulated everything. She could even feel every inch of her womb, where most of the pleasure was.

Yet, the womb that she felt now was far different from the womb she felt when Sheila first penetrated… Almost as if it had been reshaped by her meaty monster cock.

Joan needed to pass out at all costs, physically drained to the point that she could easily sleep on the cold floor with a smile.

Sadly, she was consistently not allowed to pass out, forced to endure the massive, hard object constantly drilling her swollen, sensitive insides, repeatedly bringing her to excruciating orgasm.

Joan was done.

She did not want to abandon Pyrrha, but she was absolutely done.

It was just a matter of Sheila letting her lose.

Right then, surprisingly, Sheila leaned back and untied the pillowcase around her neck. "Huh…? Uuuuuuh…" Weak as she was, she barely gasped for air; It was easier without Sheila's muscular body crushing her.

"Ah, how disappointing… I guess I got too used to Cecilia, didn't I…? She was much more accustomed to marathons…"

"Huh…? What are you talking about…?"

"Her and I had such an active relationship… I cannot deny that your hole feels so much better than hers, or of any other girl. I've never bottomed out this easily, and the sounds you make are sooo fun to hear. But you lack the experience and chemistry I had built with her. Hmmm… But..." Sheila slowly moved her hips back. "…An inexperienced, perfect pussy is also fun to play with, isn't it…? I could teach it lots of things… I had to teach Cecilia too and she took a long time to learn. Bottoming was a big challenge… Whereas with your body… I think you'll learn much faster and might have an even higher performance ceiling."

"I don't get it…" She mumbled.

"Hey, hey…" Sheila grabbed Joan's hair roughly, making her squirm in pain, which in turn made her insides squeeze, leading her to lightly squirt. "…Don't you have something to say first?"

"Guuuuuuuuh … I give up … I lose …"

"See?" Sheila let go of her hair and began caressing her face. "I'm a nice mother-in-law. I didn't force you to fully pass out." She chuckled, fully aware that Joan wished she had been allowed to lose over an hour of fucking ago. "It's so good seeing your real side, Joan. I feel like we're finally getting to know each other. You're learning about yourself too. It turns out that you're not so loyal, are you?"

"You're… Raping me…- Nghhhhmm …" Sheila slowly thrust her hips forward, drawing an agonizingly slow orgasm out of Joan, reminiscent of the 'gentle' fisting from before. "Ghuummiiing …" Joan was so distracted by the pleasure that she forgot the possibility of calling for help now that her head was free.

"I merely forced you to confront your real self. Don't be angry at me." She chuckled. "Since you're being so honest now, I'll be honest with you too." Once more, Sheila leaned forward and flattened her enormous breasts against Joan's back. Then, she grabbed Joan's chin and forced her to look at the wall to Pyrrha's bedroom. "…Behind that wall, lies a girl who knows everything that is happening here."

…

…

…

"…What…?"

"My daughter has a compulsion, you see…" Sheila whispered in the most seductive, condescending tone possible. "…She loves knowing that I am viciously claiming her girlfriends."

…

…

…

Naturally, Joan did not believe her. 'This woman is insane…!'

Certainly, Sheila was an imposing woman who utterly tamed girls into mindless orgasming animals without an ounce of mercy…

…But she was not crazy, and Joan knew that. If anything, she had a tad too much of a handle even after railing Joan for so long, able to keep going for much, much longer, despite her heavy breathing and sweat.

If she was not crazy… '…She's lying! But why?!'

"Don't tell me you don't believe me…" Sheila forced her hands under Joan's breasts, tightly embracing her against the bed, and rested her left cheek on top of Joan's right cheek with both of their heads facing Pyrrha's wall, ultimately taking her in a form of 'mating press from behind'. "Ah, your face is so hot with all the tears… There's a lot of my precum on your cheek, though… It smells good, doesn't it? Did you enjoy sniffing it in that pillowcase? I am told that it's very tasty…'

"Khhhh …" It was still difficult to speak because Sheila kept thrusting; She simply did so much slower, which was an excruciating experience of its own, keeping Joan in a continuous state of light, agonizing orgasm. "I… Don't believe you… Mnghhh …"

"No? You didn't find my daughter's behavior weird at all…? Couldn't you tell how eager she was to see me fuck you?"

"What are you… Nghhhhh …" She paused to avoid squirting due to her midriff compressing between words and breaths. "…Talking about…?"

"Think back a little…" Sheila nibbled on her ear. "Couldn't you tell how eager she was every time I alluded to wanting to fuck you? Blushing, breathing heavily… She looooooved the thought. And she felt so disappointed every time you pissed me off. My daughter knows I get quite angry, quite fast."

Joan said nothing, gritting her teeth to cope with Sheila's 'gentle' thrusts. "Ghhhhhnn …" It was nigh impossible to properly process her claims, leaving her unable to verbally counter anything.

"Every girl she's ever dated has been brought to his house as an offering to me. I never asked for it, you see… But Pyrrha does it anyway. I could tell it from her very first girlfriend. She watches timidly, hopeful that I'll hit on them… Seduce them… Fuck the shit out of them…"

"Th-that's…!"

"…Exactly the truth. They're never good enough for me, so I tell Pyrrha to break up with them. Plus, my daughter deserves better than today's trashy youth. She's so pretty and smart. The only one that pleased me was Cecilia. They dated for two years and I had so much fun breeding her regularly… Pyrrha made all sorts of excuses to bring her over all the time… It really made her happy to know that I had a steady sexual relationship with her ex. I thought she had settled on a great girl, and then you come and break them apart… Hah… What a miserable situation…"

"Do you seriously- Mnghhhh… ! Think… ! I'm going to believe any of that…?! Ghnnnn … Fuck … Gnhnnnnmmmm … Stop moving… !"

"No stopping." Sheila inserted three fingers into Joan's mouth, effectively shutting her up. "Are you really unable to see it? Could you truly not tell how happy she was every time I flirted with you? It's the truth. My daughter has a compulsion to be cucked by me and can't be happy otherwise. She brought you here in the hopes that you could be just as good a fuck as her ex."

"Mnghhhmmmmm …" Joan was forced to listen in silence, gagging on the three fingers while dealing with mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm. 'I'm losing it… !'

"Ah, I get the problem… You think she and I have an agreement, is that it? I'm sorry to inform you, but she doesn't know that I know. She thinks her girlfriends are cheaters, and that I fuck them behind her back… Well, she's right, but I only do it because I know she wants me to. Mothers know these things, but I don't think she wants to know that I know, so it's a bit of a weird non-secret, see?"

"Unghhhhhhhhhh …"

"I don't know why she does it… Do you think it's because of childhood nostalgia? Maybe she heard me blowing the back out of so many girls that it makes her feel cozy and happy like she's gone back to easier times? Free of the responsibilities of adulthood?"

"Ghnnmmmmmmm …"

"Maybe it's a fetish. Do you think she's jerking off in her room right now, hearing your braindead moans? It might be the only way she can truly get off…"

"Mnghhhhhhhhhh …"

"Maybe she thinks she's inept in bed and wants her loved ones to feel 'true' sexual pleasure? I surely hope not… Beautiful and fit as she is, I am sure she can please any woman… Or man, if that's her thing."

"Nghhhhhhhhnnmmm …"

"Could it be a sadism or masochism thing? Maybe she likes knowing that her loved one is getting mentally and physically broken… Or maybe she likes feeling humiliated. After all, in her mind, her girlfriend is cheating on her with her mother without realizing that she knows. How immoral if so."

"Khhhhhhhnmmmmmmm …"

"Maybe she doesn't know the reason. Could it be a compulsion out of her control?"

"Mnghhhhuuuuuuunmmmmm …"

"Or do you think it's a test? I have quite the appeal to women, you see… Just by having a brief look at me, they get wet and hot, glancing at my dick without restraint… Even you, who pretended to be so pure, were like that. Do you think she's seeking a girl that is willing to forego superior physical pleasure in favor of love for her? I thought that once, so I denied two of the girlfriends he brought back in the day. I even told her that I approved of them, though I didn't really… She broke up with them on her own, probably thinking she had to bring hotter girls to please me."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuungh …"

"Is it possible that it's a ritual thing…? I hope not…"

Ghhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn …"

"Whatever it is, she wanted you and me to TRULY hit it off. The reason she was so content with Cecilia was because that girl fell in love with me. She came here often on her own to get juuuuust a bit more of a pounding whenever possible. I've never seen Pyrrha as happy as when I called her on the phone while Cecilia was here. I don't believe she needs to watch or hear it… She just needs to know that it's happening regularly. Honestly, it's a little sick, but I love my daughter so much, so I give her what she needs to be happy."

"Mnghhhhhnmmm … Nghhh… ?!" Just as Joan had grown accustomed to Sheila's slow hip motions, she sped up slightly. 'I'm cumming too much !! While hearing crazy talk !! Nghhhhhhhh !!'

"Do you get it now, you homewrecking bimbo? I'm fucking you out of love for my daughter. For her, I am giving you a chance, even when I was so satisfied with her ex…" Sheila's voice changed from condescending to cold with a tinge of anger.

"Mnghhh… ! Nghhhh ! Ghnnnn !" …Her hips sped up…

"Cecilia had great chemistry with me and we were all proceeding in a happy lifestyle. I fucked her as much as I could for my daughter's happiness, and I also thoroughly enjoyed using her body. She was a very willing participant, much like you, but without the faux rejection. Ah, but not as tight and beautiful, so points for you."

"Nghhh ! Ghnnnm ! Uuuungh !" …Sped up…

"Pyrrha doesn't know that I know her thing, but Cecilia knew… All the girls knew. I always tell them, and they always obey and keep it a secret, much like you will. In truth, my daughter helps by going out of her way to not find out. Do you understand how difficult of an arrangement that is? And with a good pussy too, unlike her low-quality ex-girlfriends before that one… Hah…"

"Mngh ! Ghnn ! Nghh ! Ungh ! Khhh !" …Sped up more…

"You ruined what we had and I don't think you can properly replace her. I think your body is perfect – just the type I like – which is why I am giving you this one fuck."

"Ghn ! Ngh ! Ungh ! Ooh ! Hoooh ! Mnghhoooh !" …Sped up and removed her fingers from her mouth, instead grabbing the sheets for further leverage.

"…Just the fact that you ruined all of that is more than enough reason for me to hate you. I don't want you with her. You piss me off. Hm… I suppose I lied, didn't I? I really am fucking you out of love for my daughter. I'll let her hear your moans and sate her compulsion this one night, but…" She licked Joan's neck, leaving a sticky, plentiful trail of saliva on it. "…This is at least a LITTLE BIT of a hatefuck, isn't it?"

"Ngh ! Hoh ! Ooh !" Joan barely followed Sheila's explanations, too distracted by the ruthless pounding that continued to escalate. "Ungh ! Mngh ! Nghhooooooh !" There was little room for her body to convulse due to Sheila keeping her full body weight on top of her, flattening her against the bed. "Nghhhh ! Oooooh ! Hoooooh !" She felt like a hole would open in her stomach at any moment from how ferociously the futanari MILF drilled into her pussy, distending her midsection while creating bruise after bruise on her rear and inner thighs.

'I can't keep cummiiiiiing ! It all huuuuuurts !' Joan was getting completely hollowed out. She fully believed that her hole might not work the same ever again; It was an indescribable feeling of internal destruction mixed with mind-numbing euphoria.

Miraculously, she managed to somehow hold onto a fraction of her sanity, even if it was impossible to speak. "Ooh ! Hooh ! Nghh ! Nghhooh !" She saw it as a last bit of ammunition to be used in the most opportune moment to defend her integrity and that of her girlfriend.

After all, everything Sheila said had to be a lie.

Was it because the proposed scenario was downright immoral and hideous?

Perhaps she thought it was pathetic?

Or was she hurt for being brought to that house just to fulfill a depraved fetish or compulsion?

…

Those were all certainly true and bothered Joan but were not the main source of her visceral rejection of the claim.

The main source was Pyrrha's lack of honesty.

If true, that would mean that Pyrrha hid an essential part of her character and needs out of fear of rejection.

…

It did not matter. Pyrrha was not the degenerate, incestuous cuckold that Sheila suggested.

For a long, long time, Joan remained in place, tightly pressed against the bed while Sheila embraced her from behind in a pitiless, intimate pronebone. The heat from their bodies warmed each other, with their sweat adding to the reek of sex in the room; The area where their genitals connected was a swamp of sex juices. If not for the savagery with which Sheila slammed her hips and the abnormally large size of her cock, Joan could almost close her eyes and pretend it was Pyrrha.

After what felt like an eternity, the moment for Joan to speak finally came: Sheila was slowing down. 'Alright…! I'm going to… Say something and… Defend Pyrrha- Huh…? What… Why is it throbbing…?!'

"Khhh…! Tight…! Fuck…! Yes, yes, yes…! Khhhhhh…!" She dug her teeth into Joan's nape and grunted dominantly. "Stay in place and take, you stupid little lamb…! Nghhhhhhhh !"

'I-is she… Cumming?! Nghhhhhooooooh !!! It's shaking like it's trying to break out of my wooomb !!! Stop, stop, stoooop ! Pull out… ! Don't let it swing like that inside meeeeeee !!! I'm breakiiiiiiiing !!!" Her eyes rolled up and her teeth clenched tight in masochistic squirting orgasm. 'Wh-what is this feeling?! Is that the condom… Growing?! Ooooooooooooh !' Her mind fully blanked out for dozens of seconds, feeling the condom on Sheila's tip grow into a full-blown cum mini-balloon, painfully expanding her womb. "Nghhuuuuuuuuuuuuh …" The only thing keeping her from full-out screaming was the fact that her abdominal muscles were stuck in a compressed state; If she were facing up, she would be able to see the perfect outline of Sheila's mammoth cock pushing against her skin, down to the veins.

Many minutes passed. Sheila's orgasm commanded Joan's submission, leading her to silently gasp for air while trying not to lose her mind… But it also felt blissful on an emotional level.

Disgusting as it was to admit… '…I made her cum so good… With my pussy… Fuck… I deserve an award or something… I'm so dizzy… Ghnnn … And I'm still squirting a little…!'

Joan waited a little more until her breath fully caught up. Sheila was immersed in hugging her from behind and nibbling on her nape, taking her time enjoying her body.

It was just another show of authority. There was no hurry to pull out or start pounding again. The domain was hers and she would resume once she felt like it.

…But Joan intended to fight back, even if her method lacked effectiveness. "I don't believe you!"

"Hm…? About my daughter…? Really…?" Her strained voice was as haughty as ever. Letting out a massive cumload barely affected her cool.

"That's right… I know Pyrrha… She would never bring me here or any other girl just to get fucked by you like some perv-"

"Why didn't she come to save you then?"

"Huh? What?"

"You've been moaning an awful lot. She can clearly hear you. Where is she?"

…

A simple checkmate. With an answer short and to the point, Joan completely lost the argument.

Where WAS Pyrrha? The pillowcase had not been muffling Joan's moans for a long time now; Even back then, her grunts were obscenely loud and could quite likely be heard anywhere in the house.

…Did Pyrrha think it was another woman, like last night? 'There's no way… We're one wall apart…!'

"I can prove it better, you know…?" With a grin, Sheila reached to the other side of the bed and grabbed Joan's phone. "It's been vibrating. She's texting you. What do the texts say? Go on… Check it out."

Joan nervously did so.

…

'W-what…?'

There were a dozen texts from Pyrrha asking what Joan was doing. They began almost exactly after Sheila inserted into her.

At first glance, one might assume the messages implied worry.

Only a naive fool would settle on that interpretation.

'…She was just trying to confirm that the moans were me getting fucked.' …To tickle her depraved fetish. 'Last night… When she texted me desperately about Ruby's moans… Was it the same thing? She was hoping it was me moaning?!'

Sheila's story suddenly sounded very true.

'Behind that wall…' New tears slowly ran down her face. '…She's listening…? With what…? A creepy smile…? Jerking herself off…? Tears…? What face are you making, Pyrrha?'

Now that her defenses had been dropped and Sheila gave her a true break – though still with the cock inside her womb – she reconsidered everything up until now under the lens of the bizarre scenario.

Pyrrha's weird, timid actions made sense when reconsidered under Sheila's explanation. Her redhead girlfriend felt guilty about what she was doing, or nervous that Sheila would not take Joan, frustrating her compulsion. Whichever it was, it led her to do nothing while her mother openly harassed Joan.

In fact, at a few points, she even helped Sheila harass Joan.

Pyrrha WANTED Joan to be brutally raped.

Pyrrha WANTED Joan to cum her brains out.

Pyrrha WANTED Joan's pussy and womb to be broken far beyond repair, making it forever useless for Pyrrha's normal penis.

…

"N-no, that can't be- Mnghhmm?!" An object suddenly entered Joan's mouth: The condom that was just in her pussy. During her internal emotional struggle, Sheila pulled out, switched condoms, and inserted deep into her again.

Her pussy had gaped so far wide that somehow the penetration did not instantly interrupt her thoughts. 'Or is it because I'm so drained?! Or is it because I'm still cumming?! Or is it because I'm broken?! I don't know, I don't know, it's too much at the same tiiiiime… ! Mnghhhhhhhh… !' Being brought back to reality made her keenly aware of the sharp pleasure rippling throughout her body. 'Why did she put this condom in my mouth?!'

"Sweety…" Sheila caressed her face in a mocking way. "…I think you already realized the truth, so I don't want to argue with you anymore. I love my daughter and I want to give her at least one good memory with you, okay? Tomorrow, I'll tell her to break up with you because I hate you so much… Even if I do find myself very appreciative of your cocksucking hole here." She lunged forward once to make a point, crashing with full force against Joan's thick asscheeks.

"Mnghhhhh !" Joan spasmed into a brief squirting orgasm.

"Since this is your last night as her girlfriend, let's go all out, okay? Make sure to grunt lots and lots so she has a great memory with you. Let her hear everything." She brought her mouth to Joan's ear and whispered in a threatening tone. "…I'll work hard too. I've still got a dozen nuts to go."

'Wait! Wait, wait, wait…! This was just one?! No, no, no, I can't take it, I can't- MNGHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !!!!'

Joan's lack of physical strength to keep going did not matter. She was just a lamb set to be slaughtered; Specifically, a lamb set up by Pyrrha to be sexually slaughtered by her mother.

…

Still…

…

Since there was nowhere to flee to at that moment…

…

Would it be so bad if she let go and basked in the euphoria?

…

"NGHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !" Joan did exactly that…

…For about five seconds before passing out due to fatigue.

"Guuuuuuh… Nghhhhhh…" Joan's eyes opened up. "It's already morning…? Ngh !" Her body spasmed due to a sudden mini-orgasm. "Ah, fuck … Why…? Everything hurts…"

Sheila was no longer there. Joan was left alone after they were finished, currently thrown about on the bed with her arms and legs spread, lying on her stomach.

She was fucked relentlessly for hours. The room reeked of semen, pussy juice, and sweat. 'I'm so cramped up… Is there a condom inside me…? Nghhh … There's still one in my mouth… And all over the bed… She did this to provoke me… This scent is never going to leave…'

After minutes of suffering, Joan removed the condom from her mouth.

…It accidentally unknotted itself, leaking much of the sperm contents onto her tongue.

There was no reaction on her end; Joan was so numb and physically drained that she just brought her tongue in and drank it. '…Yummy…' The truth was what it was.

It had been a long night of sexual brutality. At some point – quite early on – Joan fainted. She remembered cumming and cumming, and she could vividly feel each time Sheila filled a condom with semen.

Yet, other than that, much of it was a blur, even in the rare moments that she woke up.

Was it because of emotional trauma? Or physical stress?

'A little… But mostly because…'

…It felt so damn good. 'I never came so good in my life… I'm still aching so bad down there… Can I even have normal sex again…? My body feels so tense… I still feel my walls squeezing, but there's nothing to squeeze on, except that stupid condom inside my vagina… I'm still getting mini-orgasms…! Come on…! Why did you like it so much, you stupid body?! The one we love is Pyrrha, not that psychopath!'

…

'Pyrrha…?' Joan looked at the wall between their rooms.

Pyrrha had to hear her moans and grunts – they were just so loud.

Yet, she never came to help.

While Joan came and came and came…

Pyrrha never came… To the rescue, at least. 'But was she… Cumming on her own? Jerking off like a pervert…? Was all that true…?'

Everything Sheila said provided enough context to explain many things that Joan was confused about earlier. 'If she fucked every girl Pyrrha brought, of course Pyrrha switched girlfriends so many times… Who would endure this regularly? That freak could feel their hesitation and told Pyrrha that her girlfriend was not good enough. And then she switches and goes on to a new girl until she finds one that can handle her mother… What a freakish story…'

In other words, Pyrrha was not just bringing girl after girl as some sort of uncontrolled compulsion. She was looking for the perfect girl that could regularly handle her mother and loved getting fucked stupid by a colossal, horse-sized cock.

'But she broke up with Cecilia for me… Does that mean she thought I could do it even better than her?! Is any of this even true?! Or maybe Sheila's toying with me because she just hates me so much?!'

…

It was virtually undeniable: Pyrrha had to know about her mother fucking her girlfriends. If Sheila fucked them with even a fraction of last night's harshness, it would be impossible to not be aware. 'Plus, the way Pyrrha's been acting…'

Joan really was lamb for Pyrrha's perverted ritual. What a heart-wrenching realization. 'I'm just a toy for her kink…'

Lost on how to feel, she dragged her feet off the bed, hid all the condoms under it – a dozen of them, packed like mini-balloons – and went to the shower to clean up.

While showering, she reflected. 'If I don't do anything, Sheila will tell her to break up with me. She probably will, submissive like she is to her… Should I let it happen?'

Joan truly loved Pyrrha, but everything that happened last night was too much. Her rational side told her that a break-up was needed. 'She hid so much from me… How could you lie to me, Pyrrha? Do you even love me…? Or did you just think I'd scratch your itch better than the previous one…?'

Yet, whenever she thought about breaking up, her heart ached. That had not changed. Joan's heart was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Moreover, there was now a new ache, deep in her womb.

If they broke up, she would never experience maniacal sex with a horse-sized cock again.

Nevertheless, between her rational side and the aches in her heart and womb…

'This is too much for me.' …Her rational side won.

…Or so she thought until she ran into Pyrrha in the hallway.

"Joan!" The redhead looked completely normal, going in for a hug. "I was just thinking about you!"

"H-hey…!" Joan accepted the hug, surprised; She did not know what to expect after last night.

"I really missed you when I woke up today. Hmmm…" She sniffed Joan's neck. "…You smell so good… So, so good…"

'She looks so relaxed…! Where's all the tension from before?! Does that mean her itch got scratched?!' Joan gently pushed Pyrrha away to look at her face.

"Hm? What?"

…

'That can't be it…' Pyrrha's peaceful, loving face was the same as ever, from before they entered the damned house. Joan could not believe that the woman before her had such a depraved secret; One that involved offering her up to be a sex toy to her mother. Her love for Pyrrha did not allow her to see things that way. 'We both broke off our relationships to be together…! There's NO way that wasn't genuine love…! And we didn't come here for months! Pyrrha is not that kind of person!'

Sheila MUST have lied.

Still, Joan asked… "A-are you… Hiding anything from me?"

"Hm? No?"

"Like… About your mother…?"

Pyrrha tilted her head. "No?"

"I see…"

…

Then, Pyrrha's smile cracked slightly. "…Are you…?"

"Huh?"

"… Hiding anything…" Her breathing sped up slightly. "…About my mother, maybe…" Her grip on Joan's waist intensified very slightly.

Did it mean anything?

Joan could not tell. Her thoughts were elsewhere. 'I got raped by your mother last night… Is what I want to say. But I squirted so much… And I think I even begged for more at some point…! I-I feel it throbbing even now…!'

Who was betraying who, exactly?

It sure felt like Joan was the bad person, not Pyrrha. She felt like a cheater. 'Did we really break up both of our relationships for it to end like this…?!'

"Joan?"

"S-sorry! Uhm… What were you doing last night?" She ignored Pyrrha's previous question.

"Watching shows on my phone with my earphones on."

'Of course…!' It was such a simple excuse to explain everything away, but Joan clutched onto it like gospel, desperate to glue their relationship together at all costs.

And with it, came new resolve.

Sheila was a liar.

Pyrrha was not a cuckold pervert.

And Joan was not lamb.

"Joan."

"Hm?"

"Why didn't you answer my texts last night?"

"Oh… I… I went to sleep early."

…

"…Sleep is important, isn't it…? Make sure to sleep well, since your voice is a bit worn out…"

"Y-yeah."

For some reason, Pyrrha's tongue dangled slightly out of her mouth, blushing.

"Already back for more…?" Sheila was in the garden maze, enjoying a glass of wine. "…My, maybe I underestimated your energy. You seemed so dead when I left you a few hours ago. Such a shame too. I could have kept going." Her voice was packed with arrogance and sarcasm. "Do you want a quick go now? Maybe on the bench? I wound up proneboning you all night since it's your favorite position, but I'd love to wreck you on all fours like a cock-loving bitch. More leverage, you see?"

"I'm not a bitch."

"Just cock-loving then?"

"Not that too." Though Joan's counter-responses were weak, there was unexpected determination in her voice – even if it was hoarse from moaning and grunting so much.

"Oh… This is interesting. You're still going to pretend you're some sort of nice, special girl? All the squirting from last night meant nothing to you? Did you really not learn that you're just a whore who's not fit for my daughter or me? Well… The whore part does fit me… But I still don't want you for her."

"I'm not a whore!"

"And yet, you come here, carrying all that reek of sex."

"I-I showered!"

"Yes… But it takes a lot of washing to get my smell out of you. I've already claimed you, okay? Both outside and inside, your body is bound to me now… Too bad you're leaving forever."

Leaving the conversation to Sheila's pace would get Joan nowhere; Thus, she pivoted to the real reason she went there. "I don't believe you about Pyrrha!"

The MILF's demeanor changed from arrogance to genuine surprise. "Hoh. Even when it's so obvious?"

"It's not obvious at all! I've known Pyrrha since we were kids! She loves me! She would never want me to cheat on her, ESPECIALLY with her mother."

"Sounds great, but you're wrong." Sheila did not bat an eye.

"I'm not. And I know why you hate me…!"

"Oh? This should be good." Sheila crossed her legs and smirked. "Go on."

"You were in love with Pyrrha's ex. After they broke up, you lost the excuse to see her regularly. You're just an obsessed rapist…!" Joan reached that conclusion after a few minutes of thinking. Upon realizing that Pyrrha could not possibly be such a degenerate, it was easy to arrive at the truth.

"Obsessed rapist…? So you think I raped her regularly for the two years they dated…?"

"That's right."

"And Pyrrha never noticed? And Cecilia never told her?"

"…I would believe that." Joan experienced the crushing feeling of hiding that same secret just a few minutes ago. 'Even if it's rape… I came so much that it made me feel guilty. Weeks and months of that could easily mess with someone's head.'

"Hm…" Sheila's smirk did not change. Instead of offended, she looked intrigued. "…This is the first time I witness such outright rejection. When I told Cecilia, she was quite happy to know that we could maintain a steady sexual partnership without guilt. The other girls got too intimidated and wanted out… And I didn't like them either, so it was easy to make Pyrrha break up with them."

"That's all a lie!"

"No, it isn't. You're the one lying to yourself."

"Grrr…"

"Do you think I can't see past you? You know that what I said is true, but you're in denial because you believe yourself to love my daughter so much. That…" She paused, thinking about her next words. "…Does make me think there is something to you. Maybe I judged you too harshly? Loyalty to the point that you can't see the truth…? How appealing… I've never met a girl this dedicated to my daughter."

"H-huh?"

"I do think my resentment for you clouded my judgment. Here I am, insulting you for ruining the great fun I had with her ex… But I liked your body much better." She licked her lips; At the same time, her hanging cock twitched and started slowly going full mast. Because of its absurd length, the slow motion was a sight to behold. "…Maybe I should let Pyrrha keep you."

"That's…!" Completely unplanned by Joan, the conversation went MUCH better than expected. 'She took over the pace again, but it's going in my favor now…!'

Sheila tapped the bench beside her, inviting Joan to sit.

She did.

Now that they were very, very close, the scent of Sheila's cock was even more pervasive. 'So strong…! I smelled so much of it last night…' Her eyes uncontrollably glared at it. 'It's so big and powerful… That veiny thing made me cum so much more than ever before…'

"Now that I am thinking more clearly, I feel quite infatuated with you. Want to be my new lamb…?" Sheila whispered as if she was inviting her to commit a crime. "It'll be our little non-secret."

"Non… Secret…?"

"Of course. I already told you, didn't I? Pyrrha knows…" Sheila put a hand on Joan's leg and squeezed slightly, asserting more and more control over their conversation and her body. "…You'll make her happy at the same time as you make ME happy. And, of course…" Her cock twitched; Joan's pussy lips ached. "…You'll be VERY happy too, don't you think…?"

"Y-you raped me…"

"…And you came your brains out."

Sheila was a very appealing woman: Joan almost said yes. The desire was certainly there. The many, many orgasms imposed on her body last night had been more than enough to taint her forever.

Yet, somehow, she held on. "…I… Can't cheat on Pyrrha… She doesn't know anything. I don't believe you. I-I'll let the rape go if you don't bother us…"

"Hm…? Then how about this…?" Her hand slid further up, entering Joan's pants. "…Be my little lamb for the rest of your semester break here. By the end of it, if you think Pyrrha isn't the perverted cuckold that I told you, I will give your relationship approval anyway, and you won't have to maintain any sort of adultery with me unless you want to."

"…But… During the rest of our stay here…"

Sheila's cock twitched; It spoke for the MILF.

If Joan had been made such an offer yesterday, she would have instantaneously rejected it.

But, today, after experiencing dozens of squirting orgasms and getting her small hole fiercely gouged and gaped…

'…This is a pretty good deal…' Joan had a different worldview, obsessively staring at the enormous cock.

It would buy her the necessary time to truly confirm that Pyrrha was not a pervert; It would also protect their relationship from break-up since Sheila would give Pyrrha approval, AND without having to sleep with her anymore.

…After the semester break.

But during it… 'I'll have to… Milk a bunch of cumloads from this thing…? With my body…?'

"It's an easy choice, isn't it…?" Sheila gently sank her nails into Joan's inner thighs and dragged her closer through overwhelming strength. "…If you really want to stay with my daughter, you just have to become my cum rag for a few weeks. It'll make all of us happy; Maybe you, most of all, with how much fun you'll have getting screwed by me… But, if you're too scared, feel free to say no. I have no intention of forcing myself on you again. I never had any in the first place. It was your fault for pissing me off."

"Th-those are big words for someone who raped me last night…!"

"They are, aren't they?" Sheila chuckled without defending herself.

There was no need. Why should she bother defending herself against insults inside her domain? Joan could say whatever she wanted; Her body still squeezed and quivered in maniacal euphoria.

"So, what'll it be…?" Sheila brought the glass of wine under her glans and squeezed her shaft hard, dragging her hand all the way to the glans as if milking it.

Indeed, she milked a sizable load of precum directly into the wine.

Then, she extended the glass to Joan. "…Are you staying with my daughter? Or are we done here?" All the while, her towering, erect monster cock twitched in place, oozing more precum.

"Everything you said about Pyrrha is a lie…"

"Hm…?" Sheila raised her eyebrows, eager to hear more.

"…And I would hate myself if I lost the love of my life because I believed you…"

"Hm? Hm?"

"…So, I'll prove you wrong." Joan took the glass of wine and sipped it without hesitation. Though Sheila's precum made it taste amazing, she held an angry expression to avoid feeding her arrogance.

"Oh, my…" Her cock's twitching peaked. One might think Sheila was on the verge of cumming from how eagerly it throbbed. "Is that your excuse then? You'll be my sex toy for the next four weeks without admitting to a single thing?"

"I love Pyrrha. I won't let you break us up, even if I have to sacrifice myself a little. You wouldn't understand, since you're a resentful divorced hag." Joan went out of her way to repeat the one insult she knew worked.

"What a coincidence." It, indeed, worked, angering Sheila despite her not showing it. "I, too, love my daughter very much. That's why I'll make sure to fuck you stupid very, very often." She removed her hand from Joan's leg. "Get up."

"Huh?"

"Get up." With a simple, swift change to her expression and voice, Sheila's condescension turned into supreme authority.

Joan got up.

"Take your pants off."

Joan took her pants off.

"Bend on the bench and stick your ass out."

After a brief moment of hesitation, Joan supported herself with both hands on the bench and perked her meaty rear out. "Y-you're not seriously going to- Mnfffhhhm?!" Her mouth was shut by a silken fabric being shoved into it: Sheila's loincloth.

Despite getting Joan in position to be penetrated from behind, Sheila did not get up, continuing to drink her wine and enjoy the sun. "You're going to use this month to secretly discover if my daughter really is as I say, right?" She read Joan like a book. "I don't mind it. Knock yourself out. You're a fool for thinking you know her better than I do, but I don't care. Enjoy your little side project. But, if you intend to keep me from telling her to break up with you, I demand that you far supersede the sexual satisfaction that the ex you stole from me provided. Do you understand? That is your duty to me."

Joan did not, but nodded anyway.

"It'll be your duty to keep me pleased. If I ever give you a command or am in need and you don't sexually provide for me, I will end it all. I won't tell you when I am in need, but I expect you to know and act independently to keep me sated, or else I will end it all. If you ever tell Pyrrha that you know about her compulsion or somehow expose us, be it directly or indirectly, I will end it all. Easy to follow, yes?"

It was not easy to follow at all. 'What does she mean?! I'm supposed to know when she's horny to go?! 24/7?! How do I know?! She always looks hard to me!'

Again, Sheila read her like an open book. "I am always ready to fuck. However, I love my daughter and expect you to be a good partner for her, so I'm not asking you to act as my 24/7 cock sheath. It's simple. When I'm particularly horny, which will likely be at least once a day, you are to come to me and offer yourself. Be it with your pussy, mouth, or ass. Maybe your tits too. I doubt you can use those tiny hands for anything, but feel free to try."

Yet again, Joan did not understand.

Yet again, Sheila read her. "Ah, I see. You're a complete slut, but inexperienced at it, is that it? But that doesn't matter much, does it…? You should have already learned to tell when I'm particularly heated up. Can't you tell right now…?"

Joan looked at Sheila's penis. 'Is it the throbbing? Or is it the erection? Both? Ah…! Wait…!' She sniffed the air multiple times.

She had gotten used to the scent already because of last night's sex marathon, but now that Sheila talked about it, Joan noticed something that had been in the back of her mind since they first met.

It was the scent of precum; At times, it was present, and at times, it was not. 'Whenever I sniff this strong odor, it means I have to please her…?' Joan sniffed again and again…

And again and again…

And again and again… Until she realized an indecently strong fire had grown between her legs. 'Huh…? It wasn't this strong the other times I noticed this musk…! Why…?!'

The answer was obvious and she knew it already. Last night, her body learned something it could never forget: indescribable, hardcore, masochistic pleasure.

Joan was marked forever. The sensation could never become weaker; Just grow stronger.

How much stronger would it grow if she let herself get continuously fucked?

"You know, you could have proven your point by telling Pyrrha that I raped you. If she truly lacks the compulsion and loves you, she would easily take your side… Though, I suppose this just shows your true nature, yes? You're just seeking an excuse to have some more of my dick. What a clever girl."

Sheila was wrong; Joan was simply afraid that Pyrrha would not believe her and favor her mother, who seemed to have some sort of ultimate authority over her. 'I won't let her games get to me…!'

"No more waiting. My heart is beating quite fast. I think I want to devote significant efforts to making you fall for me. Why don't I make that MY side project?" She smirked harder. "Let's seal our deal, yes?" Sheila got up, brought the glass of wine under Joan's slit, and slapped it hard.

"Mnghhhhm !" Her legs buckled due to a sharp, painful mini-orgasm, dripping a substantial volume of vaginal fluids straight into the glass.

"Very good, very good… Maybe I should start calling you cattle instead of lamb? Of, but I so very much like sheep… Forgive my inconsistency, okay?" She took the glass into her mouth and downed the full wineprecumpussy juice cocktail in a single go.

From her expression, it must have tasted amazing.

Without bothering to wipe her lips, Sheila grabbed Joan's waist from behind with cruel grip strength, aligned the tip of her dick with her soaking wet pussy, and…

"MNGHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMNNNNN !!!" …Made Joan's legs tremble and nearly collapse, barely recovered from last night.

There was no need to feel guilt. Joan was only sticking her ass out and getting her womb viciously pummeled to protect her love for Pyrrha. "Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!"

All she had to do was endure a single month as Sheila's lamb. Her intentions were the best, so… 'Cumming, cumming, cummiiiiiing !! It huuuuurts ! But it feels goooood ! Mnghhoooooooooooh !!!'

…It was okay to lose herself for just a little bit. After all, she would never truly lose track of her love for Pyrrha. Orgasming frantically from sex with Sheila was nothing more than collateral in her pursuit to confirm Pyrrha's honest self; She could want nothing more.

…Even if it was a very powerful collateral.

That said, if it turned out that Pyrrha truly was a pervert who enjoyed the knowledge that Joan was regularly getting fiercely railed by Sheila, what should she do?

"Mnhghhhhhhmmm ! Mnhhhhhhgmmmmmmffff ! Nghhhhhhhmmmmm !"

Joan was unable to properly think about the subject at that moment.

She was too busy getting fiercely railed by Sheila.

'Tasty, tasty, tasty… !' …And licking the precum on the fabric in her mouth.

Chapter 2: Cheating, Slutty Little Lamb

Chapter Text

'Resentful divorced hag' was too harsh of an insult.

"Mngh ! Ghnn ! Ungh !" Joan was learning that in real time with her body…

"Ghnn ! Mngh ! Ughn !" …For the past hour and a half…

"Ungh ! Mngh ! Ghhn !" …With her head sunk against Sheila's sheets.

Joan's choice of words during their heated conversation in the garden had infuriated Sheila far, far more than her face let on. It seemed that she preferred letting her actions speak for her emotions.

"Ghnnnnm… ! Mnghhhh… !" That was the only way to explain the destructiveness with which she raised her hips high in the air and then slammed them back down against Joan's meaty rear.

At that moment, that night, Joan was in Sheila's bedroom paying for the sin of so vehemently opposing her in the garden about Pyrrha's supposed true nature. Though Sheila claimed to have found Joan special and agreed to give her a four-week-long trial to decide if she could remain with her daughter, she still had a lot of furious punishment to dish out. She was not the type of woman who accepted being stood up to.

She was also not the type of woman whose sexual stamina ran out quickly.

"Ghh! Khh! Ugh! Ngh!" Instead, she was the type of woman whose sexual stamina lasted for an unbelievable eternity, having already decimated Joan's fat ass for hours in the garden. The only reason they were now in the bedroom was because Sheila was too orderly and clean to have sex with mosquitoes flying around them. She brought Joan to her room, told Pyrrha to order food for herself while making some half-assed excuse for Joan's absence, and resumed stretching out her pussy until she learned her place.

There was just one problem.

"Mnghhhhhhh … Uuuuuuuungh …" There seemed to be no criteria to define when Joan had already learned her place. Sheila simply intended to drill her stupid until she was satisfied.

A poor prospect for Joan, who had already been exhausted more than enough to pass out in the garden; The sexual slaughter taking place in Sheila's bedroom was overtly unnecessary to punish her. The presence of several filled-up condoms throughout the bed were proof of that. There was no way Joan would ever insult her that way again; Or in any way, for that matter.

…

'Ah… But it's not just that… Is it…?'

Sheila had mentioned how much she adored Joan's body in comparison to Pyrrha's previous girlfriends. At some point, the sexual massacre might have become more about having fun with her body than punishing her. After all, Sheila was a woman who greatly enjoyed having sex. Her room reeked of the act, likely from the thousands of times she had smashed small, tight pussies on that bed.

…

'What a… Stupid conclusion… This smell isn't from previous women… This woman's house is too clean for that. This smell… It's…'

It was the result of THEIR sex.

"MNGHHHHHMMMM …" After all, Joan squirted and squirted without pause. As much as it hurt to be viciously drilled by a giant woman with big muscles all over her body, there was also intense masochistic pleasure associated with being dominated so strongly. Her body was enamored with the rough stimulation, rewarding Sheila's gigantic cock with thick gushes of pussy juice, despite her present state of breathlessness, dehydration, and overall exhaustion.

The reek was not only composed of her own sex juices, of course…

"Aaaaah, that's it…! Keep squeezing for me, you stupid little lamb…! I'm going to fill another condom up…! Mnghhhh…!" Sheila whispered on top of her with a hoarse voice, releasing her 14th dense load that day; The other 13 were spread across the room in the form of knotted-up wet condoms.

"Mnghuuuuuuuh …" There was no point in asking Joan to squeeze. The entire act was 100% under Sheila's abusive control, with anything by Joan being the mere result of involuntary reaction. 'Everything's on fireeeeee !!! I can't tell if it hurts or feels good !!! But I keep cummiiiiiiing !!!' The constant friction of Sheila's huge cock against her wet, rugged pussy walls was an unbearably hellish sensation.

If Joan suffered so much, why did she not utter any complaints?

Had she submitted so much that she did not have the guts to plea even slightly?

Not even out of instinct?

That was a reasonable assumption, but an incorrect one. If given the ability to, Joan would cry and beg for Sheila to stop or slow down. Not only was her body vehemently drained, but her mind could not handle any more pleasure. Even her senses were too spent, unable to handle the smell or sounds of aggressive clapping any longer.

Then, why?

'I can't…! Speak…! Breathe…! Cry…! Do anything…! Because she won't let me mooooooove…! Ooooooooooh ! Ghumming, ghumming, ghummiiiiiiiiiiiiiing !!!'

"I LOVE those sounds of despair…! Show me what sound a horny little lamb like you makes when desperate for air!" Joan's suffering added to Sheila's enthusiasm, keeping her long, fast, violent pistons fueled for more and more.

Joan was pinned face-down against the bed, with her face unable to move in any direction, buried into the sheets. Sheila kept a pillow over her head, with her forearms and hands crushing Joan's head from the sides and top. Moreover, Sheila's voluptuous breasts directly rested against Joan's upper back, acting as perfect leverage for her hips to shoot far up and then aggressively down each time, bottoming out with the violence needed to make Joan's entire body quake with the impacts; Not from pleasure, but simply the physics of the force behind each slam.

The only upside was that there was no angle for Sheila's heavy balls to slap Joan's clit into submission. When getting slammed from behind in the garden, she had to deal with sharp spasms after every single thrust because of them.

Nevertheless, it was a thin silver lining. 'I'm dooooone … Ooooooooh …' Joan needed respite.

"Ah, it's so fun…! I'm having so much fun mauling this slutty, cheating hole…! I really want to keep you as a pet…! You're pure in a way I've never seen before, this is so fun…! The sounds you make and the way you squeeze…! We're going to have so much fun together if you stay with my daughter…! Make sure to impress me until the end, okay?! Okay?! All four weeks!" Sheila was truly merciless. "Unless you want me to tell her that you're not good enough for her… I hope you're not that type of girl after throwing all that tough talk my way…" She stopped for a moment to tease Joan.

Sheila was a commanding, authoritarian woman addicted to passive-aggressiveness, except when it came to the act of hardcore breeding. Then, Sheila turned into a sex monster who used the full brunt of her eight-pack-clad body to fuck.

'I can't… Take it anymore… Four weeks of this…? I can't, I can't… I'm cumming, but I can't …' With Sheila stopping, Joan felt her consciousness finally waver-

"No passing out!"

"NGHN !" With one sadistic smack to her bubble ass, Joan was forcibly kept awake.

"I get it, you need to come up for some air! Let me help you out, cute little lamb…!" Sheila removed the pillow and shifted their positions on the bed into a variation of a reverse cowgirl, locking Joan's legs and arms high above her head from under her kneepits; A sitting Nelson hold of sorts. "This way you can take in all the air you need, right…? No more smothering!"

"Nghhh … No, wait, wait … Waaait …" Joan begged, looking down at her own front. 'Oh, God … I'm drenched in sweat … My pussy is burning up from the friction…! And she still has this evil dick shoved up in meeeeeee…! It's bulging too muuuuuch! It huuuuuuurts…!' Her eyes were in tears from turmoil; Joan could barely accompany reality when so many sensations overwhelmed her body at the same time. 'Why won't I stop quivering for just a second… ?! Oooooooooh… !'

"Why should I wait? Are you worried my daughter will start hearing your moans? You really don't believe me, do you…? You actually think she didn't bring you to my house to be used as my meathole?!" Sheila giggled. "That naiveté makes me want to fall in love with you…! What a special, loving little lamb…! I REALLY want you to be my daughter's partner now…! Date her so we're together forever, okay?!"

Sheila was correct: Joan still refused to believe her claim about Pyrrha. It was simply impossible for her to believe that Pyrrha brought her there to be raped by Sheila, or to become Sheila's lover, or whatever other interpretation there could be. 'Pyrrha wouldn't do that… That's sick… It's a form of betrayal… She… She has no idea any of this is happening… And she had no idea her previous girlfriend was Sheila's lover… Or that her previous ones were raped or whatever… No idea… She definitely doesn't know… None of this is wanted by her…'

…

'…But… In that case… It means I'm cheating on her without her knowledge… Isn't that even worse…?'

…

'Ah… It's fine… Because… if I don't keep this bitch sexually pleased, she'll force us to break up… So I'm only cheating because I have no choice… Hahahah…' What a cozy interpretation Joan found; One that exempts her and Pyrrha of guilt while letting her continue to feel mind-shattering pleasure.

Still, for the next few hours, Joan hypocritically hoped that Sheila was right about Pyrrha. She was about to moan a lot and there was no way to suppress her voice.

Pyrrha would almost certainly hear everything. If she knew of the adultery and desired it, then she would be fine with it.

And if she did not, she would think of Joan as a cheating whore.

"MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" …Not an entirely inaccurate description.

The full next day passed without Sheila soliciting attention from Joan.

'That doesn't mean much… She said I'm supposed to pay attention and know when to service her. This psychopath wants me to independently know when she wants to rape me…! Ghh…! I can't even move right after yesterday, and she might want more from me today?! Shit…!' It was impossible for Joan to eat dinner in peace. Her mind endured constant anxiety, afraid of missing out on obvious signs of desire from Sheila.

The Amazonian redhead scared her. Not only did she intimidate Joan with her big muscles and absurd height, but she was also always hard. Because her penis was particularly weighty, it often hung low or bent, improperly covered by her silk loincloth most of the time. Still, sometimes it managed to stand fully tall…

BANG! BANG!

"Oops. My bad." …And hit the underside of the table, making all the plates on the table shake slightly. "You don't mind, do you, Sweety?" She glanced at Joan with unabated smugness all over her face.

"I-it's fine… If you're hard, you're hard… It comes with you being so large…"

"Careful… My daughter is right here. I'm not sure if she'll be happy with you talking about my penis like that."

"It's fine." Pyrrha said, timid. "I don't mind it at all, Joan. Mom is really hung, so… There's no need to pretend it isn't flopping and swinging around, especially when she's always so comfortably dressed… Not that I'm complaining!" She waved with her hands, nervous about offending her mother. "I-I'm used to it!"

"I raised such a good girl." Sheila chuckled.

"Thanks, Mom…" Pyrrha looked away, blushing.

The degree to which Pyrrha valued her mother's opinion deeply troubled Joan. 'There is no way around this, is there…? If her mother tells her to break up with me, she'll 100% do it…! I have to submit if I am not willing to lose her...! Ghh…'

"By the way, Sweety, did you sleep well last night?" Sheila asked Pyrrha.

"Hm? Yeah, why?"

"Just asking…" Sheila smirked, glancing at Joan. Though secondary to her, she clearly got off on rubbing the 'truth' on Joan's face: Supposedly, Pyrrha LOVED knowing that her girlfriends were sexually obliterated by her mother.

'I don't believe it…!' Joan held strong on her belief. "D-did you hear anything weird last night, Pyrrha?" She decided to ask questions to prove Sheila wrong.

"…" Sheila did not appreciate being challenged in front of her daughter, even if only indirectly.

"Oh, no, I slept with my earbuds on. Why? Did you call me in the middle of the night, Joan?" Pyrrha offered exactly the sort of answer Joan needed.

"No, just curious." Joan relaxed a little. 'She didn't hear anything because she used earbuds… She's not a cuckold freak who's pretending to be oblivious.'

"You're dating quite the pesky girl this time, aren't you, Sweety?" Sheila said.

"H-heh?" Pyrrha got nervous. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just noting that she's very vibrant and pesky compared to your previous girlfriends… The type that has a problem with authority... I wonder if it's because she has so much energy…? Is that why she's been walking so weirdly all day…? Do you have some sort of pain, Joan…?"

"I-I'm fine…"

"Really? Did YOU have a good night?"

"A-a great night…"

"How was it?" Pyrrha abruptly asked, staring wide-eyed.

…

"O-oh, sorry, did I say that in a weird way? I'm just a little sleepy, sorry! Hahahah…" Pyrrha quickly returned to normal.

It was only a brief exchange, but it ticked Joan off. Pyrrha's interest was unusually fiery.

"Well, I had a great night too… The girl I banged last night was very vibrant." Sheila grinned. "And pesky…"

'DON'T USE THE EXACT SAME ADJECTIVES!!!'

Sheila continued on. "I'm glad you had your earphones on, Sweety. If you didn't, you'd have heard all sorts of things and wouldn't have been able to sleep."

"A-ah, it's fine, Mom… I'm used to it…" Pyrrha looked down slightly. "Y-you can do whatever you want… It's your house… I love you, okay?"

"I really did raise the best of daughters. You even brought a very nice girl home."

"Huh?" Both Pyrrha and Joan exclaimed.

"What? Can't I praise my daughter's great taste and her beautiful girlfriend?" Sheila reached out and caressed the top of Joan's head like a child. "I think I misjudged this girl at first. Maybe I'd be quite happy to have her as my daughter-in-law…"

"R-really…?! Y-you like her?!" Pyrrha's mood shot up.

"A lot… Especially visually. This girl has majestic breasts." Sheila slowly slid her hand down from Joan's head, stopping just short of her cleavage. "Oh, I'm sorry! I was about to cup them a little bit… Would you mind that, Sweety?"

Pyrrha froze up, unsure what to say.

Was it because she had trouble going against her mother?

…Or was it because she wanted to say yes but feared that Joan would be against it…?

…

"Y-you can touch." Ultimately, Joan took the weight off Pyrrha's shoulders, realizing she was too nervous.

"Wonderful." Sheila cupped and kneaded one breast through Joan's shirt, and then the other.

"Nghh …" Soft moans accidentally escaped from Joan's lips.

"Her voice is quite sensual too… I would love to hear her moaning under me in bed. You make good sexual use of her, right, Sweety…?"

"S-sex with Joan is great."

"Ah… I'm so jealous …"

BANG! BANG!

"To be on top of a girl this stacked, hearing her moans…"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Pyrrha, I'm happy you have a body and personality capable of attracting such a perfect female specimen for sex ."

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sheila's cock was getting out of control, hammering the underside of the table so frequently and loudly that it intimidated Joan.

"It's not just her looks, though, is it? I can tell she has other charms… Like knowing when to obey and serve."

"Heh…?" Joan's attention was called by Sheila's odd wording. 'Ah…! Th-this smell…! I was so tense that I missed it…!'

Sheila was OOZING precum… Or so Joan deduced on odor alone. For better or worse, the dinner on the table was so spectacularly cooked that it had been obfuscating the scent of her precum.

"I-I don't know if Joan knows when to 'obey and serve', but she's great in all sorts of ways…" Pyrrha cut in. "She's kind, funny, smart… And beautiful too, I won't deny…"

"Sexually stacked, isn't she?" Sheila added needlessly vulgar language to the topic.

"Th-that… Could be one way of saying it…" Pyrrha was unable to stand up to her mother.

"The type of stacked that would take a cock as big as mine perfectly, don't you think…?" Sheila tilted her head with a smirk.

"A-ah … N-no, that's a little too… T-too wrong to say… But it might be a little true…"

"Oh, no, I'm not hitting on her, don't misunderstand." Sheila ramped up the pace of her tit-kneading, making Joan silently wince from the rough stimulation, with her nipples protruding through her shirt. "I'd never do that. I love you too much, Sweety… I just can't help but be honest and note such things. Such as… If I had met her before she was dating you, I'd do everything in my power to make her my cockhole. I'm in need of a subservient blonde girl …"

Joan hated the direction the conversation took but could do nothing; The slightest of transgressions could bring about the end of her relationship with Pyrrha. Sheila was incredibly sensitive to defiance. 'And Pyrrha is so happy that her mother said good things about me just now…! The other day, she felt so sad and nervous that things went bad. I don't want to ruin it …!'

"Well, this old woman has annoyed you enough, Joan. Let's get back to our food, hm…?" Sheila let go of Joan and resumed eating.

"Yeah! The food is great, Mom!" Pyrrha too.

…

Joan did not.

The scent of precum dominated her mind.

…She needed to sexually service Sheila, or else she risked losing it all…

'Can I wait until dinner is over? We could just have sex in her bedroom like last night, right…? She can wait a little bit, right…?' She looked at Sheila for clues.

There was nothing helpful on Sheila's face, eating peacefully and normally. For a passive-aggressive woman like her, that did not bode particularly well, adding more anxiety to Joan's mind.

'She won't let me wait…! She wants me to get her off now?! How the fuck am I supposed to do that without Pyrrha noticing?! Ah…! Shit…! Don't panic yet…! P-Pyrrha's noticing I'm looking all weird at her…!'

"Oh! Sorry about that." Pyrrha dropped her fork. "Could you get me that, Joan?"

…

"Heh…?"

"The fork I dropped under the table. It dropped close to you… Could you get it?"

…

Joan got a surreal feeling.

Non-verbal communication.

…Was Pyrrha going out of her way to help her cheat…?

Pyrrha could not possibly know about the deal Sheila and Joan had, but she might have understood the subtext that Joan wanted to get her off at that moment. However, for that to be true, it would mean Pyrrha was, indeed, the incestuous cuckold freak that Sheila claimed.

…

'She just dropped it by accident…' Joan reached her preferred conclusion. '…But it's a golden chance anyway, so I gotta take it…!' She nodded and crawled under the table. 'Woah…'

The first thing that Joan noticed was the MONSTER cock throbbing and swinging under the table, hitting its underside with so much eagerness that one might almost assume it could break the table – Sheila was just that hard. The THICK veins drawn across its expansive length were a sight to behold. Her purple silk loincloth had been moved to the side by the penis shooting up, hanging low with precum smeared on its inside side.

The second thing she noticed was the scent. 'So strong… Hah …' Even if she had spite for Sheila, it was impossible to avoid silently sniffing out of raw female instinct.

There was something incredibly attractive about it. As a woman, Joan loved the feeling of taking that strong musk up her nostrils. 'It heats me up… Hah … And her balls too… So firm and massive, hanging all the way down there… I never thought of myself as a size queen, but there's something about how strong and big this dick looks … I'll need to make her cum a lot to satisfy those balls…'

Joan approached the swinging tip of the penis, held it in place with her hand – which looked tiny in contrast with the massive girth it held – and slowly stuck her tongue out to begin servicing Sheila's glans, which were the wettest and hottest part by far. The entire penis as a whole was soaked in precum, but the tip had a specially swampy texture to it.

…

And then she stopped before making contact.

There was no time for her to realistically service Sheila. Pyrrha would find it weird if she spent too long under the table. 'I have to get back up. Shit, how am I gonna do this…?! I'll figure something out soon, let's get that fork meanwhile.' She looked around for it.

…

'Huh? Where is it?' Joan could not find the fork.

An impossible thing. There was not enough space under the table for it to go missing. The fact that Joan scanned left and right three times and found nothing was bizarre on its face.

"You sure are spending a lot of time down there, little lamb. Did you find it yet…?" Sheila taunted her, possibly upset that Joan had not begun pleasuring her yet.

"I-I'm looking…!" Joan confusedly scanned left and right again.' It was then that she reached an epiphany. 'Could it be under her feet…?!' Sheila must have stepped on the fork to remove Joan's access to it. 'She wants to force me to stay down here longer to suck her off…?'

"It's okay, Joan! I can wait until you find it. Or, I can go down there and search if you want…" Pyrrha asked.

"NO! J-just give me a sec! I-I'll find it…!" Joan could not let that window of opportunity go.

Without hesitation, she aligned Sheila's monster penis with her wide-open lips – with difficulty, due to its weight and hardness – and launched her head forward. "Ghhluurgh…! Bhluuuuurgh…!" It was infinitely more difficult than she expected.

Sheila was far too thick. Joan was only able to take the tip and a little more. Any more than that would indubitably dislocate her jaw; Even the shallow gobbling already made her ache. 'Stupid…! Fat dick…! Why is it so thick…?! I don't need to get all of it in my mouth to make her cum, do I?! The tip is the most sensitive part, so… I'll just go ham here!' Determined, Joan grabbed Sheila's shaft with both hands to keep it firmly in place.

"Ghluurgh…! Bhluuurgh…!" As it turned out…

"Shlrrrrrrp…! Ghluurgh…!" …Joan was quite bad at it…

"Shlooorp…! Bhluuurgh…!" …And also far too noisy.

Yet, she did not care. Within only a few seconds of amateurishly bobbing her up and down on Sheila's precum-drenched glans, Joan found herself mesmerized. Not only did she feel good and submissive for sucking on such a dominant penis, but the taste was amazing.

It got to her head; Distracted her. 'I want her to cum straight down my throat … Aaah … I can do better … Let's suck harder …'

Ignoring her own limitations, Joan forced her jaw to drop more and more, ignoring the pain to get more of the thick length into her oral orifice. "Ghluuurgh… ! Shlrrrrrrp… !" It was unbelievably difficult compared to her prior experiences blowing Pyrrha, but she managed to add a few more inches of fat meat into her mouth.

An insignificant success. In the end, more than half the penis remained out of her mouth, getting wet only with spit that sloppily leaked out of her mouth, streaming all the way down to her massive balls.

It was simply impossible. No woman in the world could fully deepthroat Sheila. The partial length Joan took in was already enough to bulge almost her entire neck out, with the cock almost perfectly delineated due to how tight Joan's neck was and how GIRTHY Sheila's cock was. 'This is it…! It's the deepest I can take it…! I'm already…! Dying…! Don't puke or pass out…! If I have to make her cum, it's gonna have to be with only this…!'

Joan took a deep breath… "Ghluuurgh… ! Bhluuuurgh… !" …And sloppily sucked Sheila off-

"What a noisy night, isn't it?" Sheila randomly exclaimed with the most sarcastic of tones. "It's a very warm night… But so noisy… I wonder what that sound is…?"

Joan hated her. 'Why is she bringing up the sound of my blowjob?! Pyrrha is going to notice-'

Pyrrha would-

"Noisy? I don't hear anything." Pyrrha said.

"Must be my head then." Sheila chuckled. "I guess I'll just relax and enjoy dinner …" She moved a hand under the table and caressed Joan's hair.

Was she merely flexing her power and authority by showing that, no matter what, Pyrrha would continue to act oblivious due to her supposed perversion?

Whether true or not…

"Ghlurgh ! Bhlurgh ! Shluuuurp !" …Joan did not waste time, gurgling on Sheila's cock as quickly and sloppily as she could to get her off.

"Bhlurgh ! Shloooorp ! Ghluuurgh !" It was much more difficult than she anticipated, and she had already assumed it would be tough.

"Shluuurp ! Bhluuuugh ! Ghlooorgh !" Having been forced to endure her womb coiling around Sheila's massive cock multiple times, Joan already expected it to require absurd levels of stimulation to reach ejaculation.

"Ghloorgh ! Bhlooorgh ! Shlrrrrrp !" That said, she had not realized just how weak her oral stimulation skills were until that very moment.

"Shlrrrrp ! Ghluuurgh ! Bhluuuurgh !" Joan barely got a single throb out of Sheila's penis. Even though it constantly oozed precum and was HOT with arousal, it felt like she could keep sucking her off forever without getting her off.

"Bhlooorgh ! Shloooorp ! Ghluuuurgh !" Nonetheless, what was Joan supposed to do? She tried grabbing and massaging Sheila's balls in the process, but it seemed particularly ineffective too.

For a woman who was accustomed to releasing dozens of voluminous loads inside women's tight, aching wombs, something as weak as an unskilled half-deepthroat would never work. A handjob was likely to be equally ineffective, so Joan did not bother trying it.

"Ah… This wine is delicious … I just feel so relaxed tonight for some reason." Sheila sadistically teased Joan over the table. Even if she did not reach ejaculation, she still derived joy out of emotionally torturing her.

"That's great, Mom! I missed your food too. It's always so good."

If Joan blew Pyrrha, she could get her off; Sheila, it was outright impossible.

Plus… 'It's getting to my head… Too much…! I'm feeling dizzy… And my groin is… B-burning up… !' The constant inflow of precum down her packed, aching throat was having too much of an effect on her body, making her nipples ache and her legs quiver. 'Fuck…! I have to go even harder somehow…! Let's try something crazy…!'

"Ghlurgh …!" In a moment of desperation, Joan gave up on massaging Sheila's balls and grabbed her own neck to self-strangle with a delusional intention: Maybe she could add enough tightness or even jerk off Sheila's humongous hard cock through her packed throat. "Bhluuuurgh… !"

"Oh, my…!" Alas, it worked more than expected, making Sheila's body jerk just enough for her feet to move a little. "This wine really IS delicious !"

An insignificant observation at first…

…But VERY important when Joan realized there was no fork under her feet.

…

Where the hell was it?

…

'Wait…' Gagging and struggling, Joan pulled herself off Sheila's penis.

Then, she looked at Pyrrha's feet.

The fork was there, sticking out slightly.

All along, Pyrrha was the one hiding the fork under her feet, not Sheila.

…

'By accident… Right…?'

Or had she done it on purpose to give Joan an excuse to remain longer under the table?

Was Pyrrha subtly helping her cheat…?

Subtly sending her as sexual sacrifice to her mother…?

Stupefied, Joan took the fork and returned topside. "Here you go, Pyrrha…" She handed the fork over.

"Heh? A-ah… Thanks, Joan…" Pyrrha took it…

…With mild disappointment on her face.

A shocking sight. It was so blatant that Joan started thinking Sheila was right about her daughter.

"There's something on your mouth, Sweety." Sheila pointed to Joan's lips, which were swampy with precum and spit bubbles.

"A-ah… I… Uh…" Joan lacked an explanation.

"I got you!" Pyrrha took a napkin and cleaned up Joan's mouth.

And that was that.

No more was said about it.

But the air of weirdness remained so heavy that Joan could not speak, blink, or breathe.

It seemed to weigh on Pyrrha too, who avoided looking Joan's way.

…

'Just an accident… Yeah… She must have stepped on it by accident… She wasn't just giving me an out to easily suck her mother off-'

"I need a new fork! This one is dirty!" Pyrrha randomly shouted. "I'll go get one in the kitchen! Be right back-"

"Wait!" Joan grabbed Pyrrha's hand. "U-use mine!"

"Heh? But-"

"It's okay! I'm not too hungry. Sorry." She apologized to Sheila and shoved the clean fork on Pyrrha's hand.

In practice, Joan was shooting herself in the foot. Pyrrha leaving would have been good for her, since she needed to pleasure Sheila.

But… '…I can't let her go…! I need to prove to myself that she is NOT offering me to her mother…! It's all just coincidences, right?! That, and her being gullible!'

"A-alright then… Thank you, Joan…" Pyrrha calmed down.

The crisis was disarmed. With that solved, Pyrrha had no more reason to leave the table. After that, if she somehow found an excuse to let Joan easily suck Sheila off, it would definitely mean she was doing it on purpose-

"I need to use the bathroom. Sorry!" Pyrrha shot off the chair and left the room.

Joan's jaw dropped.

Her eyes opened wide.

Her heart rate sharply ascended.

'…What the fuck…? She's doing it on purpose, isn't she…? She must be…'

"My daughter is so on the face, isn't she…?" Sheila chuckled, enjoying Joan's misery. "Or do you think that was all a coincidence?"

"Sh-shut-" Joan cut herself off before saying something that could offend Sheila. The memories of last night's brutal fucking were still ingrained deep inside her womb. "You're wrong…"

"Really? You don't think she was going out of her way to give you every opportunity to service me?"

"You don't know that…"

"I DO know. I'm her mother. I raised her and know her far better than you do. But I love that you're in denial. Wow… You really are my favorite. You're going to do your best these four weeks so I don't have to break you two up, right? You won't make this old woman cry, will you…?"

"I love Pyrrha…"

"Then, if you love her so much…"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"…Why are my balls still full?" Sheila changed her tone slightly.

Just enough to make Joan shiver in fear.

…She was not performing well enough…

For only that moment, Joan let go of all her worries about Pyrrha and once more returned under the table.

"Good girl … It's so cute when you obey. Get your lips in place. I'll help you out, alright? I'm an empathetic woman. I know how hard it is to be an oral slut when my dick is so big. Honestly, it's a hassle… I wish it were a little bit thinner sometimes..."

"GHLUUUUURGH !!"

Sheila forcefully pressed Joan's head down on her hard monster cock. "…But then I remember how fun it is to hear cheating sluts like you desperately gargle for air."

"BHLUUUURGH !!!" …And then some more.

"GHLOOOOORGH !!!" …And then a third time.

With only a single hand disrespectfully grabbing Joan's hair, Sheila violently forced two-thirds of her massive penis inside Joan's throat. What felt like an impossibility before was now a freakish reality, with Joan's jaw on the verge of dislocation. A single inch more would certainly lead to that; The pain was excruciating.

"Does it taste good? Do you enjoy it?" …And Sheila showed no mercy or remorse, more than interested in roughly destroying Joan's face, keeping her pressed down for a long period of time.

A long, long period of time.

Enough for Joan's vision to turn blurry, her face turn red, and her arms fall limp to her sides as spit accumulated in her cheeks, unable to leak out due to a literal lack of room; Sheila's girth more than plugged her mouth fully shut.

"Puah! Hah… ! Hah… ! Hah… !" Right when her consciousness wavered, Joan was allowed to breathe. "You almost killed me…!"

"We'll get there." With a chuckle…

"GLUUUUURGH !" …Joan was shoved back down…

"Doesn't it taste good…?"

"BHLUUUUURGH !" …Then again…

"I know you're enjoying the taste. All women do…"

"SHLRRRRRRRP !" …Again…

"I can feel you shaking too! Are you cumming or suffocating? Is there a difference for a masochistic bimbo like you…? Where did my prude, loyal little lamb go?"

"BHLOOOOOOORGH !"

"It's so sad how no woman can take me to the base… But I'm satisfied enough with going all the way down your throat. I can't see it now, but I bet your neck is hideously distended… Ah, it's so sexy!"

"GHLOOOOOOOORGH !"

"I wonder if my daughter has an appreciation for that? Do you think she likes kissing women after they gobble down my dick? I know a lot of the flavor stays behind… I personally enjoy it too, you know?"

"BHLUUUUUURGH !"

"You do have a nicely tight throat. Another reason for me to want you with my daughter! Keep milking my cock real hard, okay…? I'm loving it."

"GHLUUUUUUUURGH !"

"Ah … That feeling of wet, soft lips crushing down on my dick veins… It's almost as good as when I'm creaming inside a lamb that is begging to be bred … Should I knock you up…? Do you think Pyrrha would like that…? I do love her, so I wonder… Should I stop using condoms and truly brand you…?"

"BHLOOOOORGH !" The only reason Sheila's constant taunting did not utterly intimidate Joan was that she literally lacked enough brain function to care.

It was too ruthless of a facefuck. Sheila was so strong and muscular that she could break Joan's throat open with only one hand pressing her head down.

"If you keep gurgling like that, I think I might give you a nut in 20 minutes or so… Keep it up, little lamb …"

Joan was not going to survive until the end, at least mentally.

In that moment of sheer panic, she snapped and decided to do something indescribably insane; Something that might infuriate Sheila. If she could think properly, she would certainly not have even entertained the mad idea…

'I NEED TO DO SOMETHING!!!!!' …But she did not have the capacity to think properly.

And so, Joan moved a hand behind Sheila's balls and…

"MNGHHH ! Huh?! What do you think you're- Oooooooooh …" …Shoved her hand into Sheila's DRENCHED pussy.

It slid in surprisingly easily. Joan's hands were small, but the smoothness of the insertion was almost entirely the credit of Sheila's wetness.

If the roles were reversed and Sheila were the one inserting a hand inside Joan's hole, she would have thoroughly mocked her as a cock-crazed slut for being so lubed.

The roles, however, were not reversed…

"GHLUUUURGH ! BHLUUUUUURGH !" …So Joan offered no taunting other than senseless gurgling.

"S-stop that…! I didn't tell you to do that…! Mnghhh … Oooh … I'm gonnna … Uuungh …"

"I'm back!" The worst voice possible made a sound: Pyrrha. "Sorry about that…"

"H-hm…? W-welcome back, Sweety… Mnghh …" Sheila acted nervously for the first time. Even if she believed that Pyrrha intentionally acted oblivious, there was a need to maintain some form of façade, or even Pyrrha would be forced to acknowledge reality. That, Sheila did not want, supposedly out of respect for her daughter's alleged secret wishes.

"Ghluuuurgh… ! Bhluuuuurgh… !" Still holding on for dear life to not pass out, Joan began moving her hand back and forth into Sheila's pussy. Each motion was accompanied by a generous gush of female juices and intense trembling.

Sheila was unaccustomed to vaginal penetration. A woman as dominant as her most likely had a sex life centered on destroying pussy, not the contrary…

"Nghhhh … Mnghh …" …Making her extra vulnerable.

Now that Joan had found such a weakness, she intended to take advantage of it. There was no other way of getting Sheila to cum easily and quickly, and her throat could not take much more.

"Where's Joan, by the way?" Pyrrha casually asked, somehow ignoring the INDECENTLY OBVIOUS sounds of gagging, gurgling, and squelching.

"Sh-she… Unghh …"

"Ghluuurgh ! Bhluuurgh !"

"She went to her bedroom…! To sleep…! Early… Ooooh …" Sheila was comically worse than Joan at suppressing her moans. Most likely, she had not been in such 'submissive' positions before in her life.

"Ah, I see." Pyrrha accepted Sheila's words at face value…

"BHLUUURGH… ! GHLUUUUURGH… !" …While Joan choked maniacally under the table.

"Then, do you mind if I eat in my room? I want to watch a show on my phone-"

"Go, Sweety, go, go, go…! Ghnn… ! I don't mind…! Eat in your room…!"

"Okay, bye!" Pyrrha gathered her plate, fork, and knife and rushed out of the kitchen.

…Like she knew she needed to leave them alone…

On the one hand, Joan was glad. Not having Pyrrha there allowed her to not stress over being caught, even if it created a whole array of questions about her bizarre behavior.

On the other hand, it meant Sheila was free…

"You disloyal, filthy, depraved little lamb!" …To punish her for her indiscretion, kicking the table away to directly stare at Joan with raw fury in her eyes.

Joan had only a mere split-second before Sheila took charge of the situation and turned it into a horrendously unbearable facefucking session. So, she impulsively and quickly doubled down on her reckless strategy, shoving her hand as far deep into Sheila as she could while trying to open her fingers wide at the same time – a very, very difficult task due to how tight the woman was.

"GHNNNNNNNNNN !!!" The effects were instantaneous, with one of Sheila's eyes shutting halfway, her teeth clenching together, and muscular tension exploding all over her athletic physique.

A millisecond later, Joan felt the first drop of semen pump deep down her throat, headed straight for her stomach.

At first, she thought that was a good thing; A success. A sign that Sheila was reaching the necessary release to be satisfied with her efforts.

"GHLUUUUUUUUUURGH!!!" Unfortunately, that moment of optimism was soon replaced by unrestrained panic as Sheila brought both hands to the top of Joan's head, pressed down with all her force, and shut her legs together, bringing so much pressure to Joan's head that she felt like it would implode – all while her cock remained DEEPLY lodged into her throat.

…Ejaculating.

"………" Joan did not make a single sound.

It was literally impossible to.

Between the two heavy hands trying to bury her against Sheila's crotch and the two thighs trying to flatten her skull, there was no room for any sounds to come out. All Joan could do was silently endure the suffering of being slowly and violently suffocated by an out-of-control, psychotic Sheila.

"MNGHHHHHH ! GHNNNNNN ! UGHNNNNNNNN !" It was the best way to describe the frenzy with which she grunted, convulsing while BOMBARDING semen into Joan's stomach and showering her fist with squirt. Sheila climaxed incredibly strongly from both genitals; Her vaginal cavity clamped down around Joan's fist as intensely as her cock pulsated, which kept trying to destroy her throat from the inside with its obscene girth. "FUCK ! FUCK ! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK… !" Sheila lost so much control that she wailed without any regard for whether Pyrrha might hear them; The pleasure was simply too strong for her to uphold reason.

Truly, her pussy was far too sensitive.

Perhaps Joan should have removed her hand to make things easier on herself.

Sadly…

'Ghluuuuurgh … Bhluuuuuurgh …'

…She lacked the needed level of consciousness to think about doing such a thing.

There was no energy left. Joan was literal seconds away from passing out from being crushed from all sides, be it by Sheila's hands, quads, or cock.

Whatever energy she had left was spent cumming.

Sheila's semen simply tasted too good.

The last thing she remembered before passing out was the boiling heat exploding from between her legs, ruining her pants as a puddle formed on the floor.

"OOOOOOOOH ! HOOOOOOH ! NGHOOOOOOH !" And the first thing she experienced upon waking up was pain all over her ass and back, along with brutal stirring deep inside her womb from a very, very angry monster cock.

She was back in Sheila's bedroom, being punished for touching Sheila in a prohibited area.

…

Or was it that Sheila was still in a frenzy because her pussy was too sensitive? Maybe she needed to cum a lot to fully calm down?

Who knew? It was impossible for Joan to tell.

"CUMMING, CUMMING, OOOOOOOOH !!!" She spent the entire night stuck in masochistic orgasmic loops.

The first week and a half of being Sheila's full-time cockhole were the toughest days of Joan's life, getting her lower body decimated again and again to satisfy the redhead's sexual urges. 'It feels really good every time, but how am I supposed to have the stamina to keep up with her? I'm walking funny every day, and my pussy doesn't even close anymore… She fucks me at least once a day… My hole is always gaping, and my voice is always hoarse from screaming…'

Sheila had not demanded oral sex again, resentful about Joan's trick during last week's dinner. Nonetheless, their deal continued on without problems. 'Even though she punished me like crazy, she liked me being a go-getter to make her cum… Pyrrha's mom is a freak…'

…

'Maybe Pyrrha is a freak too…'

There had been several instances of obvious adultery in front of Pyrrha, yet she always acted like nothing was wrong. 'I mean… There was nothing crazier than that dinner, but still… Doesn't she see the obvious things her mother is doing to me…? The way she talks to me…? The moans every night…? How I'm always tired and walking funny…? Ah, fuck, I think I'm cumming a little … I feel my insides burning from how much that hot cock scrapes me. There's always some lingering heat…! Shit…! I have to survive two weeks and a half more of this?! And I still haven't confirmed whether Pyrrha is a freak or not…!'

There was not much time for Joan to ponder on the subject. Right after waking up, Sheila had passed by her bedroom to inform her that she would spend the morning in the garden maze.

It was insignificant information. The true message lied in the odor emanating from behind Sheila's stained loincloth.

…Joan had to serve…

Without eating anything, Joan headed for the garden.

It was likely for the best.

After all…

"Mnghh ! Nghhh ! Oooh ! Uuungh ! Mnghuuuh ! Nghoooh ! Hoooooh !" …A full stomach could bring her to puke, considering how much physical stress Sheila imposed on her body each time, forcing her midriff to cope with absurd protrusions brought about by the absurd length and thickness of her member. 'Why is it so rough every time?! Nghhh … Shouldn't I be getting used to this?! Uuuungh …' She was bent against one of the benches of the garden. Though Joan was a curvy, meaty woman, she looked minuscule before Sheila's massive build and height.

"This is such a nice way to begin the morning!" Sheila paused thrusting every now and then to sip on some wine, though that did not mean Joan had a break; She simply used her in other ways, such as by sadistically pulling on her long blonde hair or smacking her ass. The giant, muscular redhead derived excessive pleasure from bruising her body with hand marks. Joan had become unable to use any sort of skin-revealing clothing due to the constant presence of marks throughout her body, and every morning began with applying makeup to her neck to hide deep strangle marks. "Don't you like it too, little lamb?"

"Uuuuungh … Yes … I love it so much …"

"Liar." Sheila punished her by reaching around and HARSHLY smacking her swollen clit.

"MNGHHH !" Joan's back arched from AGONIZING pleasure. "I said what you wanted to hear … Oooooooh … Stop pulsating, pleeeease …"

"I prefer it when you're honest."

"When I'm honest, you slap me too…"

"Really…?" Sheila wrapped Joan's hair around her hand and pulled like a leash until her back was arched to the point of their faces being perfectly vertical to one another. Then, she looked into her eyes with overabundant arrogance. "Then, if I'll abuse your body anyway, shouldn't you at least be honest…?"

"Nghhh … I… Hate waking up like this…"

"Why?"

"Because… You're raping… And blackmailing me… To cheat on Pyrrha."

Sheila giggled.

And then…

"Liar." …Let go of her and slapped her clit again.

"UUUUNGHHHH !" Exactly as Joan claimed, she got abused anyway; A voluminous barrage of squirt fired out of her clamped-up pussy, shaking.

Sheila sadistically enjoyed using and torturing her body and mind. Everything else was secondary.

"How can you honestly tell me that you don't like waking up like this when you cum so much? You've already made a pool by my feet, and I haven't filled a single condom yet. That's a little unfair, isn't it?"

"Nghhhh … Ooooooh … Yes… It's unfair… MNGHHH ! I mean… It's totally fair… UUUNGH !" Joan was doomed to the woman's relentless, merciless sadism no matter what she said. 'I can't take it anymore… It's too many days… Of getting fucked… Like this… I can't, I can't… Too much ghummiiiiiiing …'

"You're probably wondering if I treated Pyrrha's previous woman like this too."

Joan was not wondering that.

She was not wondering anything.

'Let me take a breaaaaaaaak… ! Ooooooooh… !' There was no energy available for 'wondering'.

"I didn't." Sheila went on anyway. "I was a lot nicer to Cecilia. You just make it so fun to torture you by pretending to be this pure, loyal lamb… Why don't you come out and admit you're just a cheating little slut…? That you don't even care about my daughter and just want to have sex with me…? Hm…?" Sheila pulled her by the hair again until their faces were once more vertical to one another, staring into each other's eyes. "Then, we could be more affectionate… I might even kiss and caress you every now and then. Wouldn't that be nice…?"

"You're… The one… Making excuses… Nghhh… To be an awful mother… By raping your daughter's girlfriend… Ungh… Because you're… Uhm…" Joan cut herself off.

She almost said something very, very stupid.

"Were you about to call me a divorced hag again…?" Sheila stopped smirking.

"N-no…"

"Oh, it's okay. I'm not mad or anything. I think we've become close enough that we can throw around friendly insults, right?"

"B-but I really wasn't…"

"…" Sheila squinted.

"Oh, fuck… Please, forgive me… I-I swear I wasn't going to- MNGHH ! GHHNN ! UNGH ! NGHH ! UGHN !"

Joan's clit and womb had a very rough morning.

"UNGH ! NGHH ! OOOH ! GHNN ! MNGHH !"

A very, very rough morning.

"HOOH ! NGHH ! MNGHOOH ! HOOOH ! MNGHH !"

…A very, very, very rough-

Ringing*

"Hah … Hah … Hah …" Joan's cell phone rang just in time to save her from what seemed to be an EXTENSIVE session of clit-striking.

It was Pyrrha.

"Take it." Sheila uttered with malice.

"H-heh…?"

"Take the phone call."

Joan knew better than to question her, answering the call and putting the phone on speaker on the bench near them. "Hello…? Nghh …" Even though Sheila stopped moving – still bottomed out – the raspiness in Joan's voice was ever-present, thanks to days of accumulated throat damage. Not from blowjobs; Simply from wailing endlessly. Sheila never used her mouth again after the dinner incident.

"Hey, Joan! You're not in your bedroom."

"Nghh … Y-yeah… I- Mnghhh ?!"

"You didn't think I'd stop moving, did you…?" Sheila resumed slamming her hips against Joan, though with a caveat: Instead of thrusting frantically, she began ramming HARD, DEEP, and SLOW. Each motion ended with a loud wet clap and Joan nearly collapsing forward.

"Khhh… ! Y-you-"

"Joan? Hello?"

"I-I'm here! I'm here, sorry… I'm in the- MNGHH ! Hah … I'm in the… Garden… With your mother… Drinking wine… UNGH ! Hah … Hah …"

"I thought we were going for a walk this morning?"

"W-we were?! Oh, you're- NGHOH ! Hah … H-hah … You're… Right… I forgot… Sorry… MNGH ! Hah …"

"That's fine. If you and Mom are spending time together, that's good, then. I really want her to like you- Wait, am I on speaker?"

"NGHH ! Hah … Y-yes…! Sorry, I forgot to tell you…!"

"Hi, Sweety!" Sheila said to the phone with a kind voice. The strain of the present act barely affected her voice.

'Of course not…! She's not the one with an arm-sized cock shoved up her pussy…!'

"H-hi, Mom! I guess I'm cutting into your time together… S-s-sorry…"

"Oh, we don't mind that, do we, Joan…?"

"Hah … Hah … No… We… Don't… NGHHH ! C-come on … I can't take it… I'm shaking…!" Not only was Joan cumming with each VIOLENT slam, but her lower body trembled from a literal lack of strength; Being hit so savagely was quite the drain on her stamina.

"What's that noise I keep hearing?" Suddenly, Pyrrha asked a very pertinent question.

"Wh-what noise…?! Hah …"

"Like…"

"NGHHH ! Hah …"

"…Clapping? Or smacking…? Something wet…? And are you okay, Joan? You sound tired…"

"Th-that's… Uhm… That's… UNGH ! Hah …"

"Joan…"

"Y-yeah…?"

"Are you and Mom… Getting along well…?"

"H-huh…? Y-yeah… She's great…"

"Joan really is great, Sweety. And I DO love staring at this girl's BEAUTIFUL breasts in the morning." Sheila leaned forward and sank her hands on Joan's breasts, kneading them for self-satisfaction.

"Mnghhh… !" Between her sensitive tits being abused and her womb aching with abuse, Joan was in a hell of sexual ecstasy. 'At least she stopped thrusting…!'

"That's… Really good …" Pyrrha said with a low voice. "I'll hang up and leave you guys to it, then…"

"H-heh?! Wait, Pyrrha!" Joan yelled.

"What?"

"I-I didn't answer your question!" Joan made a wildly needless statement. It was too weird how Pyrrha was simply letting go of the conversation. Joan felt that if she did not cover up the truth with a lie, it would be as if Pyrrha knew the truth and ignored it.

…As if Pyrrha knew about Joan and Sheila's relationship all along because she was a freak…

"Oh. Uh… Go ahead."

"Th-the clapping sound… It's… Uhm…" Alas, Joan had not thought of an answer, going with the worst choice possible. "Th-there is no sound. Must be the phone. Nghhh …"

"Really… No sound…? Nothing special is happening…?"

"Y-yeah!"

…

"Then… Can I come hang out with you two…?" Pyrrha asked a VERY random and inconsistent question.

One second ago, she was going to hang up and leave Joan and Sheila alone.

Now, she was inviting herself to join them.

…Why…?

Was it because Pyrrha wanted to double-check if Joan and Sheila were having sex? All to feed her supposed fetish?

Or was it an idea that naturally sprung into her mind, devoid of second intentions?

Joan hoped for the latter, but it was becoming harder and harder to believe in Pyrrha's 'innocence'.

Either way, she only had one option available. "N-no! It's a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law moment only!"

"That's right, Sweety. I want to spend time with this pair of big tits all by myself. She makes my penis all giddy from staring ." Sheila added. "I'll give her back to you after lunch."

"I see… That's great then. Please get along well." Pyrrha hung up.

…

Did Pyrrha discover the truth? Did she know all along?

Joan internally panicked.

"She's so bad at acting, isn't she?" Sheila taunted… "Ghh! Khh! Ngh! Mngh!" …And resumed fucking so aggressively that grunt after grunt escaped her mouth.

"Nghoh ! Ooooh ! Uuungh ! Mnghuuuh !" Joan externally panicked.

"Nghhh … Mnghh … I can't… Keep going … Please … I'm done … My legs need a break … Please …" An hour later, Joan was still getting annihilated from behind.

Their sex position changed only mildly. Instead of Joan being bent against one of the maze's benches, she was now bent in the air with Sheila keeping her in place by holding her upper arms as handles.

It gave her a lot more leverage to slam with strength…

"Ungh … Mnghh … Ooooh …" …Leaving Joan stuck in an infinite abyss of submissive pleasure and pain, squirting again and again while begging for Sheila to stop.

She did not.

The woman was too sadistic, domineering, and sexually energetic.

"You wouldn't want me to stop! Ghh…! The fact I keep going is a sign of how beautiful you are!" Sheila offered constant malice-laced praises to 'encourage' Joan onward. "Can you feel how hard you make my cock? Ngh…! Be proud of this fleshy body you have! It was meant to be my cock sheath!"

"Ghnn … Ungh …"

"What's with the weak moaning, little lamb!? I'm still…! Pounding…! As hard as I can…!"

"I… Gan't… Oooh …"

"But I'm nowhere near done emptying my balls, so you'll just have to take it, okay !? Ghh…! Khh…! I've only filled two condoms…! And I have…! Half a dozen worth of loads to go…!"

"Oh, God… Ooooh …"

"I've fallen in love…! Khh…! With this tight, pure pussy…! Don't you want to…! Ngh…! Admit you love me too? Hm…? Ungh…! If you do…! I'll give you a break…!" She pulled on Joan's hair, once more forcing eye contact.

Sheila did not mean her offer. The sarcasm was obvious in her eyes. She was still just torturing Joan. To her, it was too fun to mock a pure girl like her who supposedly 'denied the reality about her daughter'. That fact made Joan uniquely appealing to her; That, and her stacked figure.

"I love your daughter, not you … I'm only… Doing this… So you don't break us up…"

"No? You're not doing this because you're a cheating little lamb?"

"Nghh … No …"

"That's so cute… You really think she's oblivious instead of purposefully offering you up on a platter to me... Hah … I'm never going to get tired of you… I want you and Pyrrha to live a long life together, okay…? Keep it up and you'll have my approval by the end of your semester break! I'm looking forward to dumping cum in your perfect body for years to come!" She slapped Joan's ass.

"MNGH ! Hah … No… Because we're not doing it ever again… After these four weeks… Hah … Hah … You promised you wouldn't force me…"

"I DID make that promise, didn't I…?" Sheila's smirk grew into a wide, devilish grin.

For a moment, Joan freaked out.

"I DO keep my word, so relax." …And then calmed down along with Sheila's grin fading back into a smirk. "But YOU will be begging me to fuck you long after our deal is done. Out of your own volition."

"Why… Would I do that…? Mnghh …"

"Ask your uterus. It keeps squeezing me for more."

Sheila's words were true. Joan's body inevitably loved the harsh sex imposed upon it. However, that was only how Joan felt physically. Mentally, she had no more energy left.

…Since several days ago.

'I'm under her total control…! I can't do anything other than be used again and again…! Oooh … This bitch owns me…! Oh, fuck… I think she's cumming…! It's shaking around too much inside me…! I can feel the condom growing…! Ooooooooh …' Joan's eyes rolled into the back of her head from euphoria, along with her body shaking harder for a brief moment. "Ghuummiiiiiing …"

"I know you are. Ghnn… You always start clenching down to wring me dry…! When I'm releasing…! Mnghhh…" Sheila bent forward, hugged her chest tightly, and buried her face in Joan's neck, breathing heavily while her own body spasmed on its feet from intense cum-pumping. Her orgasms were always powerful and quaky, a courtesy of her large appendage, heavy sack, and Amazonian body. "Hah… This is such a nice hole… How did I live all these years without having you as my cum dumpster…?"

"Ughn … The same way… You're gonna live… The rest of your life without me… Oooh …"

"Ah, I get it… You're extra rude because you're thirsty, aren't you…? Let me help you out." Sheila pulled out without any regard for Joan's well-being, letting her fall on her hands and knees from exhaustion.

"Uuungh … Hah … Hah …" She looked back at Sheila. Even though she had seen it many times, there was always some level of shock upon laying eyes on Sheila's penis.

It was ridiculously girthy, large, and heavy. Its ability to stand up in spite of its weight was a highlight of its own… But it looked even bigger and more imposing right after release because of the THICK veins bulging across its soggy length. The odor of pussy juice, sperm, and sweat all over it added to its colossal grandiosity.

The condom dangling from its tip on the verge of slipping made it look even more titanic. It held on by a thread, desperately snugged around the tip while half a liter of cum swam inside it, swinging slightly as small spurts continued to come out of the large urethra.

'It's the third one…' There were two other ballooned-up condoms on the bench.

Sheila kept them for a reason.

"You need a drink, don't you?"

"…Nghh …" It was time for Joan's most humiliating moment: Cumming in front of Sheila by chugging down her creamy, viscous sperm. 'Fucking sadist… Why does it have to taste so good?! I hate it…'

Sheila grabbed the second glass of wine she brought with her and emptied one of the condoms in it. "Here you go, Sweety. Wine mixed with cum just for you."

"…Thank you…" Joan did not bother resisting, having gone through the process several times throughout the past several days. "Shlrrp… Mnghhh … Ghumming …" Her body spasmed with each sip, firing pussy juice in perfect sync with the semen traveling down her throat.

There were still two condoms to go, and she had not finished even the present glass before her. It was an orgasmic slaughter that could not possibly get worse.

"Joan? Mom? Hello?" It got worse.

Pyrrha was somewhere in the maze garden, searching for them.

"Here, Sweety!" …And Sheila made it worse still.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

"Let's have fun by seeing how she acts." With a wide grin, Sheila removed the glass from Joan's hand, put it back on the bench, and pulled her to the corner, bending her to the point of her head popping over the corner.

"Wait…!"

"She's going to come from right there. Have a fun conversation with her for the both of us, okay… ? It'll be fine if you only peek your face out."

"A-are you kidding me?! Look at my face and hair! And I'm naked! She'll be able to tell even if only my head is visible! Sh-she'll know we're- Nghoooooh !!" Her complaining was sharply cut off by a massive, hard object punching the back of her womb. "Uuuuuungh …" Sheila's ability to quickly put on a condom and thrust in was always a disgrace to Joan's sanity.

"Joan?" Before she had any time to think or persuade Sheila away, Pyrrha turned a corner and saw her. "Hey!" She approached Joan, holding a rose.

"H-hey…! Mnghh… !" Joan moaned due to Sheila moving her hips very, very slowly. Instead of SLAMMING into her, she calmly scraped her long cock all the way in and out.

It was an excruciating experience in a whole other way. Instead of being overwhelmed with physical and sexual savagery that left her breathless, Joan was forced to endure strong pleasure that gradually seethed into her mind; The lack of abuse to overwhelm her mind simply meant she was more conscious of the sensations. 'This woman is way too skilled and hung…! I can't with her…! Ooooh … W-wait, what is she doing?! Wait, wait…! Mnghh…!'

Sheila shoved four fingers into her asshole; It had been virgin until then.

It hurt immensely.

'Wh-what is she doing?!!!! She's not going to start fingerbanging my ass, is she?!' Joan wanted to plead against it – even if pointlessly – but could not due to Pyrrha's presence.

"Ah, sorry, you're probably still having alone time with my mom, aren't you…?" Pyrrha looked slightly to the side of Joan, as if able to see through the tall hedges hiding Sheila; If there were no hedges, she would see Sheila right behind her.

Did she know Sheila was there…? Or was she just averting her gaze out of timidity?

Those questions aside, how was she able to ignore the fact that Joan was sweaty, oily, and unable to contain the ecstasy seeping through the cracks in her expression? Exhausted, she was unable to hold up a proper poker face.

Regardless, Joan had no choice but to wing it. "Y-yeah… We're… Drinking wine… And stuff… Unghh …"

"Oh, my! You're right! Let me give you your wine there!" Sheila shouted, pretending to be away from Joan. "There you go!" Exposing only a sweaty arm, she handed a glass to Joan.

"Th-thank you?!" Joan panicked; The glass was packed with cum and nothing else; There was not even a single drop of wine in it. "U-uhm… Uhm…!" She nervously looked at Pyrrha, worried that she had been caught.

"Is something wrong, Joan…?"

Apparently, she had not been caught.

Pyrrha was just that oblivious.

…Or intentionally acting ignorant.

"N-no…! Everything is fine…! Th-this is… White wine!"

"Yeah, I know… White wine is very creamy-looking, isn't it? And it smells strong." Pyrrha added.

"It is?! I-I mean… Yeah, it is!" Joan had no clue but went with it. "Nghhh… ! V-very…! Creamy-looking…! Ooooh …" She quivered; An orgasm approached from her insides being slowly scraped.

"Why don't you… Drink it…?" Her girlfriend asked.

"H-hm…? Ghnn …"

"I want to give you this rose… That's why I came here… But to give you, you need to have your hands free… So you should drink the wine…"

"I-I have this hand free."

"It has to be both." Pyrrha said the most random thing while sporting the creepiest look: A strong blush with slightly ragged breathing.

"B-but… Uhm… Okay, then…! Nghh … I-I love white wine a lot, so… S-so, don't judge me if I make weird sounds okay…? Oooh …"

"I won't judge a thing."

"W-won't judge a thing…?"

"Never …" Pyrrha made an ominous statement.

So ominous that Joan paused for several seconds, silently staring at her.

It was not just her; Pyrrha silently stared back too.

They were having a silent conversation with their eyes; A thousand emotions were transmitted through their gazes.

'What the fuck does she mean by that?!' Sadly, Joan was unable to understand Pyrrha.

And even if she wanted to think about it…

"Mgnhhh … Uuungh…" She had no ability to focus due to the continuous stimulation of her pussy walls and the four fingers very vividly present inside her anus. Sheila did not move them, but their mere presence was VERY much noticeable to her.

Therefore, unable to do anything else, she took a sip of the 'white wine'.

Right then, multiple things happened.

Firstly, she began convulsing in orgasm. There was no way around it. Sheila's semen was highly aphrodisiac and tasty. Even chewing it was amazing.

Secondly, Sheila started AGGRESSIVELY banging her asshole with her four fingers. If her rectum had been lubed whatsoever, there would have been copious amounts of squelching.

Thirdly…

"Wow …" …Pyrrha half-closed her eyes and watched Joan with obsessive attention, with her cheeks turning red; An unexplainable, uneasy, and eager smile formed across her face.

Even from a small distance, Joan could tell that Pyrrha's heart was POUNDING.

…And her crotch became swollen with a generous, hungry penis bulge…

…

Pyrrha had to be aware of the truth.

Joan being Sheila's cockhole had to be an open secret.

More and more, it became impossible to believe otherwise.

Pyrrha truly was a sick woman who NEEDED to offer her girlfriends to her mother for hardcore sex, for whatever pathological reason.

The look on her face made it so, so obv-

"Okay, here you go, Joan!" Pyrrha offered her the rose.

"Uh? Mnghh … Th-thank you … Ooooh …" Joan took it with her free hand, confused. She still had the empty glass on her other hand. Did Pyrrha not demand that she have both hands freed…? 'Sh-she just wanted me to drink it in front of her, didn't she? Pyrrha, you know what's going on…'

Joan felt betrayed.

Then, she looked into Pyrrha's eyes.

They were lovestruck, looking at Joan with the same affection and kindness of always.

"Mom is… So cool, isn't she…?" She randomly whispered.

"H-heh…?"

"N-nevermind! Th-that's all! I'm sorry for interrupting! Bye!" Looking far too cute and girly for her age, Pyrrha turned around and ran back to the house.

…

That same woman had brought Joan there to secretly become her mother's submissive, masochistic lover…?

It was impossible. Joan still refused to believe it.

She was unable to find other explanations for Pyrrha's behavior but still refused to believe it. 'Pyrrha would never betray me like that… She's so pure… I bet she really just wanted to give me this rose… Y-yeah…'

"She's gone…?" Sheila peeked out of the corner. "Ah, so I can get back to REALLY giving it to you, hm…?" Matching her words, Sheila inserted a final finger into Joan's asshole and pushed them deeper in, fingerbanging even harder.

"MNGH ! Why are you…?! Oooooh… ! D-doing that?!"

"I'm readying your ass, just in case."

"D-don't tell me you want to do anal with me! Ungh !"

"Oh, no, I much prefer wet, soaked pussies… But I still want to leave your ass nice and ready… Just in case."

"I-in case for what?"

"It's a secret . Also…" Sheila took the glass and rose from Joan's hands. "This is a beautiful flower… She must have plucked it from somewhere in the garden. It has an amazing smell, don't you think…?"

"I-I didn't… Smell it… Because you won't pull out and I'm dyiiiiing… !"

"Really? Let's fix that, then." Sheila returned the rose.

…Now covered in cum from the third condom.

"I gave it a nice coating to make it smell better, okay ?" She laughed malevolently.

"Y-you ruined it…"

"Ruined it?" Sheila pulled on her hair, arching her back until they once more stared straight into each other's eyes. "…Aren't you the one who cums just from drinking my semen? Try giving it a sniff."

It was a command.

So, Joan obeyed, giving the rose a big, big sniff.

"Mnghhhhh … Oooooooooh …"

Alas, Sheila was right. Pyrrha's pure rose was much, much better when enhanced with her mother's thick, powerful semen.

"Let's get back to it, yes…?" Sheila pulled her hips back and resumed furiously cock-drilling Joan's womb while fingering her asshole into gaping wider and wider.

Joan barely moaned or felt it.

"Ghnnnnn … Ooooooooh …" She was still busy sniffing her girlfriend's cum-stained gift of love.

'I can't believe I'm still able to wake up every morning…' Joan was impressed by her own relentlessness.

She was two weeks and a half into her deal with Sheila. In about a week and a half, semester break would end, and she and Pyrrha would leave Sheila's house to return to college in their town. 'As long as I keep her satisfied, she will approve our relationship… I'm definitely never fucking her after this… She better keep her word… I don't want to ever cheat on Pyrrha again…'

…

'Does it count as cheating if Pyrrha knows…?'

…

'DOES Pyrrha know…?' She felt no closer to discovering the truth.

And…

'Nghhh … Why am I always wet…?' She felt a LOT closer to Sheila in a way she did not want to be. 'Ah… It's night and she hasn't fucked me yet… Is today gonna be the one day I get a break…? One day without… Cumming my brains out… She drilled me so hard yesterday… I'm still sore… And cumming a little bit …' Her body still could not handle Sheila's viciousness and stamina but was more accustomed to it.

Not that it mattered. Sheila pounded her into dust every single time. Her ability to withstand the aggressive sexual slaughter was completely optional.

"You ready, Joan?!" Pyrrha came out of her bedroom, dressed for their concert by wearing a white overhang crop top that exposed her abs, shorts, a steel necklace, and a steel bracelet.

"You look nothing like yourself…"

"What?! We bought those tickets weeks ago. I wanted to go ready for it. Don't I look like a girl who's super into rock?!"

"…Is that what a rocker girl looks like?"

"I don't know."

"Me neither, actually."

…

"Who cares?! We both look hot, so that's enough, right?" Pyrrha held Joan's hands with a big smile, far giddier than usual. She was very excited for their night out. "You look ready too, don't you…?" She eyed Joan up and down with lust in her eyes.

Joan wore a red off-the-shoulder shirt that exposed her left shoulder – one of the few parts of her body that had no marks – and form-fitting jeans that highlighted her round, thick rear. Moreover, she bathed herself in makeup and perfume.

There was a reason she wanted to look especially attractive that night.

"We're going to a motel after the concert, right…?" Pyrrha whispered in her ear with a suggestive tone.

"Yes …" It had been forever since they had sex. Sheila did not let them sleep in the same bedroom, and sex was prohibited in the house. 'Except for her. Hypocrite…! Why does Pyrrha have to be so submissive to her mother?! Tch… How am I going to fuck Pyrrha with all these bruises in my body…? I'll have to do it with my clothes on and the lights off…'

To Joan, it was important that the night went well. For the past several days, too much of her focus had been on getting railed by Sheila and reflecting on whether Pyrrha was a cuckold pervert or not. 'I feel like we're growing distant from each other… I don't want that!'

"Alright. I've called the Uber. Let's go!" Pyrrha pulled her by the hand-

"Oh, are you two leaving?" Sheila approached them. "I didn't know. I'm sure you'll have a fun time together. I mean, how wouldn't you, when Joan has this gorgeous body…?" She unashamedly licked her lips, eyeing Joan's cleavage.

That did not bother Joan, though. Something far more important was at the center of her mind.

'That smell…!' She could sense Sheila's desire emanating from behind her silk loincloth, smeared from the inside with thick precum. 'You've got to be kidding me…! She wants to do it now…?!' Though Sheila's penis had not yet grown tall, it was clearly hard and ready to go, soaking itself in lubrication. The lightest of sexual suggestions would likely make it shoot up and stand tall to fuck.

Joan was in trouble.

The concert would last hours.

A failure to attend to Sheila immediately could result in her executing the termination of their deal. 'She'll talk to Pyrrha and say she doesn't approve of me… Tell her to break up with me…!'

"Hm? Why are you looking at me that way, little lamb…?" Sheila caressed Joan's cheek.

'Grr…! You bitch…! She acts all nice, but I can tell the impatience behind her face! She wants me NOW! I have the concert with Pyrrha… Doesn't she care about her daughter at all?! Psychopath…! H-huh? What's she doing…?'

"Such a cute face…" Sheila inserted a thumb into Joan's mouth and boldly played with her lips, showing absolutely no hesitation despite Pyrrha being right by their side. "It makes me all hard just thinking about it contorting in pleasure… And a bit of pain too, right… ?" Her gigantic cock grew erect as the words came out of her lips, effectively raising itself out of the cover of the loincloth and poking Joan's underboobs over her shirt. "Oops… My bad. I get carried away because my daughter is dating such a beautiful little lamb… You two go have fun." With a malicious grin and chuckle, Sheila left them; Even as she walked away, her presence was still felt thanks to her enormous, muscular ass contracting with her steps.

Shocked and with a racing heart, Joan gazed at Pyrrha.

Her girlfriend was drooling with a slightly open mouth.

'M-my shirt… She ruined it with precum… It's so sticky… There really is no way around it. What do I do? How do I stay behind without ruining my relationship…?! We made plans for this concert!'

"It's okay if you can't go, Joan." Pyrrha said with perfect timing.

"Heh…?"

"You… Can't go… Can you…?"

If Joan's heart was racing before, there were no words to describe how fast it was beating now.

…What exactly was Pyrrha implying…?

"Today is Ruby's birthday, and you two are really close friends… She probably wanted to do something with just the two of you, but you said no because of the concert, right…?"

"Huh…?" Joan was perplexed. "What are you talking about…?" She did not even know it was Ruby's birthday.

"I'm saying… If you…" Pyrrha looked down, blushing with slightly accelerated breathing. "If you need to skip out on the concert, I can go alone…"

"You… Can go alone…?"

"Yes…"

"…And… I… Go hang out with Ruby…?"

Pyrrha nodded without looking into her eyes.

'…She really knows, doesn't she…? She's giving me an out without saying it out loud…'

"Anyway… I can go alone, okay?"

"Won't you… Be mad…?"

Pyrrha shook her head.

"…Right…"

…

…

…

Awkward silence ensued until Pyrrha left.

No more words were exchanged.

It was by far the creepiest interaction Joan had ever had with Pyrrha. If she had pulled a gun and shot Joan, it would still have been less bizarre. 'I don't know anything anymore… I don't think I know Pyrrha or what she wants… She's hiding so much from me… Why won't she just come out and say it?! I don't understand anything…!' Joan needed some time to reflect.

…But she had no such time. The odor emanating from the precum stuck to her shirt called out to her.

Joan promptly headed for Sheila's bedroom, entering without knocking on the door.

"You're the worst kind of cheating slut, aren't you…?" Sheila was ready for her, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, letting her humongous cock stand semi-tall, bending forward due to its colossal weight, dripping precum; she had yet to put a condom on. The muscles across her body were pumped and ready to go for a sexual massacre, with dense veins generously drawn throughout her skin. "To abandon my lovely daughter like that…"

She said nothing, silently removing her clothes. Then, she got on the bed on all fours and waited.

"Oh? You're not going to say anything? But I do so love your usual dirty talk… Don't you have anything sexy to say to me?" Sheila mounted Joan with half her penis resting between her asscheeks; The rest spanned all the way to Joan's lower back. "Not even a single word?"

"You're the worst." Joan finally said.

"For making you miss the concert with my daughter?"

"Yes."

"But you're the one who came here to milk my cock with your pussy. Aren't YOU the worst? Horrible, horrible little lamb…" Sheila whispered in Joan's ear with venom in her voice.

"I came here because you're forcing me one way or another. I won't argue with you."

"Oh, my… She's sad and hurt … That will make your moaning and cumming that much more hypocritical. That's what you're really mad about, isn't it, you annoying, disrespectful fat-titted girl?" She shoved Joan's head into the sheets. Despite Sheila's irrefutable dominance and constant sarcasm, she was not the type to enjoy even the mildest of defiances; Sheila truly favored full, unquestionable submission. "If you have nothing fun to say, just stay down there gasping for air while I use your body like the sexhole it is." She aligned her girthy tip with Joan's wet slit.

"Mngh !" The mere touch made Joan spasm, almost causing her lower body to collapse.

Ultimately, Sheila was correct. Joan's anger was more targeted at her own self than at her. 'Even though she's an awful woman who is forcing me to do this, I really am going to cum my lights out tonight…! Fuck…! Why do I have to like it so much?! Aaaaah, whatever, just shove it in me…! Make me cum until I forget how guilty I feel, you bitchy hag…!'

"Before I break your little womb, let me state for the record that I care about Pyrrha far more than you do. Unlike you, I am not in denial, and I know what she wants and likes. It just happens that I very much enjoy using her girlfriends' bodies as sex toys too. Mother and daughter are aligned. Isn't that beautiful? Trust me…" She began inserting her thick tip in – slowly instead of aggressively, purely to torture Joan.

"Nghhhh… !"

"…She's way happier knowing that you're here getting rammed by her mother than if you had gone with her…"

"Unghhh… !"

"And…"

"Nghoooh… !"

"…So are you, lying little lamb ." Sheila bottomed out.

And then…

"MNGHOH ! OOOOH ! UUUNGH ! MNGHUUUH ! HOOOOH !" …A perfectly normal night played out.

There was truth in Sheila's words.

More than one.

"Hah … Hah … Hah …" Joan rested in her own bedroom. It was 4 AM and Sheila had finished milking herself with her body over an hour ago. 'I still feel hollowed out… And the lingering heat in my pussy and womb is killing me… Fuck, I'm still cumming a little… Fuck, fuck, fuck … My ass is on fire too…! I can't believe she can fit a full hand and some wrist in my butt now… Why is she so fucking ruthless?!'

…

'But… I think I could go for longer… I'm sore and exhausted, but I'm getting used to it. I can't believe I can take a woman that strong and hung… Nghhh … Ah, thinking about her on top of me is making me shake…! Stop…! If she ever does me raw… I'm gonna lose it! I hate her but I know I'm gonna lose it! I might start asking for it…! I already feel like asking for it now, so if she scrapes my insides with her cock raw, I'll beg for it! I know it! What do I do…?!'

As much as Joan resented Sheila, she feared becoming so hooked on her that she lost interest in Pyrrha. 'I never thought such a thing was possible, but now… What even is normal sex like anymore…? Can I orgasm if I'm not getting fucked by a literal arm…? Even if I can, Pyrrha could never be as brutal or dominating as her mother… My neck hurts and my voice is hoarse from moaning and being strangled, and I'm all bruised… This type of sex is humiliating… But…'

…

'But addictive …'

…

'I need to stop it. I'm playing with fire… But how am I supposed to if stopping means losing Pyrrha? Ghh…'

In the end, all thoughts of ditching Sheila were cut off by an inevitable conclusion: Pyrrha was subservient to her mother and would break up with Joan if her mother asked for it.

Additionally, Sheila was grudgeful and demanded supreme obedience. With her, there was no chance of 'respecting Joan for standing up for herself'. If Joan did not abide by her demands, she would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

Joan needed to solve things from one of two angles. 'Either I get Pyrrha to become independent from her mother… Or I get her mother to give up on using me like a cum rag out of spite… Well… I could also just hang on until the end of the semester break. It's just one week and a half more, but…'

…

'…But I won't make it.' Joan touched her own mouth.

Her tongue had been licking her lips without her realizing it.

Her vaginal lips had been opening and closing on their own.

Her asshole had been puckering.

Her heart had been racing.

Her mind had been thinking of Sheila's Amazonian, sweaty, beautiful body mercilessly CRUSHING her.

There was no way Joan would make it to the end of semester break without becoming Sheila's full-time sex buddy. That path would end with her turning out just like Pyrrha's previous girlfriend: an adulterous lover to Sheila.

That, she did not want.

…

But she did nothing, rolling on the bed with hopelessness in her heart.

After a few minutes, Joan heard the house's entrance door opening; Pyrrha had arrived.

Nothing happened. Joan did not come out to speak to her, nor did Pyrrha come talk to her, likely assuming Joan was asleep.

Joan felt that it was important to talk to Pyrrha, but she did not know how to, nor where to start. Her plan was simply to wait day-by-day; Stall out of anxiety.

…Until she got a text from Ruby.

Her friend had sent her a photo of her and Pyrrha at the concert, side-hugging.

'Found your girl at the show! I didn't know she was coming. You shoulda come too! She told me not to tell u because u couldn't come for some reason, but here's a photo where we look mega sexy! Sick abs on her btw!' Ruby texted.

…

Joan shot up from the bed wide-eyed.

Pyrrha saw Ruby at the concert.

Even if she had been naively oblivious all along, there was no way that could be the case anymore; She had to know Joan was a cheater…

…Though she certainly knew all along, exactly like Sheila had been saying all along.

It was time to confront her.

With a mix of sadness, curiosity, and anger in her heart, Joan rushed to Pyrrha's bedroom.

"Joan?" Pyrrha was about to lie down to sleep, wearing nothing but panties that did little to hide her large erect penis. Though it was not nearly as colossally-sized as her mother's, it was still a large one by any standard, both in length and girth.

"…"

"Wh-what is it?! Is something wrong?"

There was a lot wrong, of course.

'…But I have no idea what to say.' Joan walked there on impulse without having even showered. Her body remained dirty with dry sweat, pussy juices, and slightly disheveled hair, though she wore a pink sleep camisole and sleep shorts.

Joan felt deeply betrayed, with an aching heart. Not only was Pyrrha hiding something huge from her, but that secret also involved offering her to her mother as a sex toy. 'How can she do something so bizarre like this to me…? It's not like she at least asked me to sleep with her mother. Instead, she just brought me here believing that her mother would fuck the shit out of me one way or another… Which turned out to be horrible rape!'

…Rape that involved her cumming a lot…

…Internally imploring for more…

…And even dreaming for more when it was not happening…

…But rape nonetheless!

A betrayal!

Joan felt hurt! Abandoned!

Did their relationship mean nothing?!

They had promised to always be honest with each other!

Pyrrha cared about her sick, sick fetish far more than she cared about Joan!

'Maybe she never even loved me… She just loved the thought of her mom fucking me because she's sick in the head!' She had to fight to not shed tears.

…But she still said nothing, too hurt to come up with the right words. Joan felt like the redhead sitting on the bed before her was a complete stranger; A sick person who was using her for self-satisfaction of depraved desires.

'I bet it's not even Ruby's birthday! She just made up the most random shit she could to get me to stay because she knows something is going on between her mother and me! She would rather have me fuck Sheila all day forever than spend a single minute with me. Pyrrha doesn't love me for me… Just for the kink I can fulfill for her…! She broke up with Cecilia for me because she thought I'd be an even better fuck for her mom or something, not because she loves me more!' Again, she had to fight not to cry.

"H-hey…" Pyrrha broke the tense silence. "Why don't you come here…?" She got up and pulled Joan to the bed by the hand. "I… Love you… You know…?"

Joan let herself be pulled, sitting beside her. "Why are you saying that out of nowhere…?"

"Ah… I don't know… We just haven't been saying that a lot to each other recently, I guess…"

Indeed they were not. After all, Joan was often too busy getting crushed under Sheila, and Pyrrha was too busy going out of her way to create opportunities for Sheila to fuck Joan 'without her noticing'.

"So… I love you… Okay…?" Pyrrha's words were not to be taken at their face. There was a second meaning behind the declaration of love.

An implicit apology.

Pyrrha seemed able to perceive what was going on in Joan's head and felt guilty enough to apologize.

On the other hand, Joan remained unable to perceive what was going on in Pyrrha's head. A thick barrier kept her from openly understanding her girlfriend.

"Pyrrha…!" Joan frowned, furious. For a moment, she almost broke that barrier by stating the facts as they were. Yet, she did not. A deeper look into Pyrrha's eyes let her notice something important; Something that Sheila had already made clear to her.

Whatever sick thing Pyrrha had going on in her head, it needed to be a secret. She could not handle having that darkness exposed to the light. 'As much of a psychopath as her mother is, she really knows her daughter better than I do, doesn't she…? Pyrrha can't handle being exposed…'

…

'So… What do I do…? I can't keep going like this anymore… I don't know if Pyrrha loves me…' Finally, Joan shed a tear, with many more to come- "Mnhhhm?!"

"Mnghmm…" Pyrrha suddenly grabbed the back of her head and passionately kissed her, shoving her tongue into her mouth. "I-I love you more than anyone…!" Next, she shifted Joan on the bed until she was lying on her back, quickly getting on top of her. Pyrrha removed her own panties and Joan's shorts and panties, aligning the tip of her erect, veiny penis with her slit. "I really, really love you…!"

"Wh-what are you doing…?!"

"Let's have sex…! It's been a while, hasn't it?! I miss being intimate with you…!" Pyrrha removed Joan's shirt faster than she could react.

"B-b-but wait, wait…! Y-your mom…"

"What about her?" The mention of Sheila made Pyrrha freeze on the spot, locking eyes with Joan.

"Sh-she… She said we couldn't have sex in her house…!"

"Ah." Pyrrha sounded disappointed, as if she expected Joan to say something else. "That's fine. Let's break a rule together this one time! She doesn't have to know!"

"…Really? I… Didn't expect you to be willing to do that…"

"J-j-just one time… It's okay…" Despite Pyrrha's rebellious words, she trembled with anxiety, fully submissive to her mother's will.

"Why?"

"Because I want to show you how much I love you! Unless… You don't want to…?"

"U-uhm… Uhm… It's just…" Joan nervously looked down at her own body.

Bite marks;

Bruises;

A gaping pussy and asshole;

The makeup on her neck getting runny from sweat, revealing strangle marks.

Her body contained too much evidence of cheating. Joan looked back at Pyrrha, nervous about how she would react upon seeing them.

"It's a little dark here, isn't it? I guess we can't see each other's bodies too well… Hah …" Pyrrha pretended to notice nothing, trying to cover up her own panting.

'S-seriously…?!' It was a surprising and predictable reaction at the same time; Enough for Joan to almost push her away and end things.

…

Only 'almost'.

For better or worse…

'She's so beautiful …' …Joan genuinely adored Pyrrha. 'It's not rational of me to say, but I think Pyrrha is more beautiful than her mother, even if she's not as tall, muscular, or hung… I love her so much …' The brief moment of silently reigniting her infatuation for Pyrrha did wonders in terms of ignoring the red flags in her mind.

And so, Joan crossed her legs around Pyrrha's toned waist. "Let's do it …"

"Yes …" Pyrrha rested her elbows beside Joan's head and inserted her penis into her pussy. "Oh, God… I forgot how good you feel… Mnghh …"

"It's tight, isn't it…?" Joan asked, worried that Sheila had hollowed her beyond relief.

"So tight … Mnhhmmm …" Pyrrha connected lips with Joan, making out with her while thrusting slowly and intimately in their romantic mating press.

"Nghhh … I love it … Your cock is so good … It's making me squeeze … Mnhhmmm …" Joan hugged Pyrrha's back to squish their breasts together harder.

It felt good to have 'peaceful' sex after being roughed up so many times by Sheila. 'It's not the same in terms of cumming like crazy… But I feel so happy doing it… And it feels good too … Hah … Pyrrha's cock is great…'

"I didn't jerk off a single time all these days. Mnhhm …" Pyrrha calmly moved her hips back and forth, intermittently switching between making out with Joan or passionately kissing her neck.

"Hah … Mnghooh … No…? Were you saving… Uungh … Nut for me…?"

"Yeah … I wanted to shoot it all up in your pussy…. Because that's the only place it feels right to cum… I love you … So much …"

"That's good … I miss feeling your semen inside me … Please give me a lot tonight…"

"I will …"

Things were good.

…For a while.

It did not take too long for what started as a romantic lovemaking session to turn into weird, tense sex. The barrier between Pyrrha and Joan had not disappeared. Soon enough, the rhythm of Pyrrha's thrusts fell off; Joan's tightness disappeared; Their kisses lacked synchrony; And their dirty talk died down.

The sex taking place was shallow; An act of desperation that would not work to appease Joan's emotional ache.

Maybe it could have worked back in the day, before she met Sheila.

However, now that her body had been tainted by BRUTAL, HARSH sex with a MASSIVE, THICK cock used by a RUTHLESS, SAVAGE woman…

'…I can't get off with just this…! Not while feeling betrayed and uneasy about you, Pyrrha…!'

Pyrrha noticed the awkwardness as well, soon avoiding her gaze, thrusting with even poorer technique, and even having her erection become softer.

It was doomsday; If something did not happen fast, their relationship might end that very night.

That was when Joan said the worst thing she could have possibly said, moved by sheer nervousness. "It's great to be fucked by a dick that isn't super huge for once!"

Pyrrha stared straight at her.

Joan stared straight at Pyrrha.

Silence.

Pressure.

Racing heart rate.

Joan unintentionally poked the barrier and created a hole; An unspoken rule was broken.

"Sorry…" Pyrrha whispered.

"H-hm…?"

"…I didn't quite hear what you said … Hah … Hah …"

"H-heh…? Nghh… ! Wh-what…? Oh !" Joan spasmed from feeling Pyrrha's cock HARDEN inside her.

Not like it usually did. Pyrrha's large penis hardened to a whole new level compared to their many prior experiences.

And then…

"Mngh ! Oooh ! Nghh ! Uungh ! What ?! Nghooooh… !" Joan began moaning loudly and intensely while Pyrrha buried her face in her neck, grunting hot air against her skin.

"Mnghoooh ! Ooooh ! Mnghuuh ! Fuck… ! Th-that's it… ! Ooooh… !" She crossed her arms and legs tightly against Pyrrha; For some reason, the redhead started PUMMELING her with a ferocity that she had never shown before, muffling their voices with LOUD wet collision.

"Hooooh ! OOoh ! Nhghuuh ! Mnghhh ! Keep going… ! Fuck… ! I'm gonna… ! Uuuungh… !" Though Pyrrha certainly did not fuck with the same savagery as Sheila, it was more than close enough to send Joan into a state of bliss; One in which she did not have to hate herself or the woman dishing out the slamming to her.

Her brief slip-up had sent Pyrrha into a frenzied state of thrusting. 'I-is it because I alluded to having sex with her mother?! I think I scratched her itch at just the right place…! Fuck… ! She's giving it to me so good… ! This is the best… ! I'm going to cry from cumming… ! I love this so muuuuuch… !' Joan was so euphoric that she buried her own face in Pyrrha's neck to suppress her moans.

There was still a barrier between them, but it did not matter at that moment. Pyrrha's vigorous ramming more than made up for it, leaving Joan in a state of orgasmic heat that suppressed her prior anxieties.

'It's not just that…! I feel like I caught a glimpse of her…! Of her perversion, or compulsion, or whatever it is…! And…' She focused on Pyrrha's ragged, frantic breathing against her neck. 'She's so happy…! Mnghh… ! And I kind of am too… !'

Several weeks before they even came to Sheila's house, Joan and Pyrrha already shared a similar moment. 'Back then, she seemed really reluctant to tell me that she wanted me to meet her mother. When I said I was okay with it, she started really slamming me… But it was not as strong as now. I don't know how I feel about this…'

Nevertheless, even if Joan was unsure of her feelings, it was a relief to feel so good with her girlfriend pounding her after so many days of being roughed up by Sheila.

Joan let herself be carried by the situation…

"She's so gorgeous…" …And pushed the envelope a little bit, curious to see how Pyrrha would react to her whispers.

Pyrrha said nothing, continuing to hammer Joan's tight hole.

So, Joan pushed a little further. "I think your mom is gorgeous ."

"Mngh !!" Pyrrha instantly reacted to her comment, raising her hips so high that Joan's legs accidentally uncrossed from around her waist.

A necessity so that she could…

"Ooooh ! Nhgoh ! Uungh ! Mnghuh ! Hoooh !" …Crash their hips together even harder. "I'm cumming… ! Cumming, cumming… !" Joan convulsed underneath Pyrrha, bathing their crotches in pussy juice. It was easily the strongest climax she had ever had with Pyrrha.

"Khh…! Ghh…! Ngh…!" And Pyrrha still kept going, ignoring the excessive squeezing taking place inside Joan. She was so entranced that nothing could keep her from pounding away. The seismic pulsations of her large penis were further proof of her present state of fervent arousal.

"Oooooh ! Fuck, fuck… !" Joan was soaked in sweat, both from herself and from Pyrrha's body rubbing against her. "Fuck… ! Since when is your dick so big… ?! Nghooooh… !"

"Ghh…! Khh…! Mngh…!" Pyrrha was unable to speak, too focused on driving her hips. She trembled and grunted almost as much as Joan but remained intent on maintaining an aggressive rhythm.

It was the best sex they had ever had. Pyrrha had never been so much into it before, and Joan had never felt so good and dominated by Pyrrha. 'I feel her abs grinding against my tummy…! And my tits are getting crushed…! She's just going…! Ooooooh ! I love it… ! Mnhgooooh… !'

Just like that, Joan's previous apprehensions became secondary in her mind, replaced by momentary lust.

…Strong lust…

…Enough to start saying things she would never have been willing to otherwise…

"Your mom's cock is so big …"

"I stare at it all the time …"

"Her muscles are so sexy …"

Each statement fueled Pyrrha with new energy to keep thrusting and grunting hard. 'What is this, magic?! Nghhuuuh ! I feel like I can… ! Mnghoooh ! Literally make her go on forever… ! Oooooooh ! Like this… !'

Instigated by the insurmountable success of her 'dirty talk', Joan opted to make a really risky statement "Sometimes, I fantasize about your mom fucking me ."

Pyrrha stopped thrusting immediately, making Joan freeze in fear.

Had Joan gone too far…?

"Huh? W-wait, are you- Mnghhoooooh … Oooooh, that's so much cum ... Fuuuuuuuck …" Her worry vanished a second later, feeling a massive volume of semen shoot so strongly that it reached the back of her womb despite Pyrrha never penetrating past her cervix – at most, she poked it.

"Ghnnnnn …" Pyrrha grunted so maniacally against Joan's neck that she drooled all over it. "Mnghuuuuuh …" Undoubtedly, it was the strongest ejaculation of her life.

And…

"I masturbate myself thinking about your mom railing me ." …Joan opted to make it even stronger.

"Nghhh… !" Pyrrha's convulsion exploded in intensity, shooting more and more jets of thick sperm.

"She's so hot… ! Her cock would feel great inside me… !"

"Mnghh… !" Again…

"I bet she would make me cum a lot… !"

"Uuungh… !"

"She might fuck even better than you… !"

"Nghoooh !"

For the longest time, they remained like that.

It truly was magic. Pyrrha's orgasm and semen release extended far past what should have been possible for her, continuously splurging semen for over five minutes. All Joan had to do was speak the magic words and her body somehow found the power to pump out more and more ropes of cum.

The endless release did not stop because Pyrrha had no more gas; It stopped because Joan could not handle cumming anymore. "Nghuuuuuh …" The repeated feeling of her loved one's sticky sperm splashing against the back of her uterus left her euphoric; Several times, she squirted along with Pyrrha's releases, resulting in her pussy walls squeezing more cum out of her even without the dirty talk.

Eventually, Joan was done, unable to move a single muscle.

As much as she loved the intimate moment they were having, her body was still stupendously exhausted from the brutal fucking Sheila gave her a few hours ago. She was only able to handle Pyrrha for so long out of love; Realistically, she desperately needed to sleep and recover.

"Hah … Hah …" Pyrrha seemed drained too, raising her torso to back away from their intimate hug.

"What the…" Joan was astounded upon seeing Pyrrha's face.

It expressed a wide, creepy smile of numb euphoria, matched by crossed eyes so empty that one might think Pyrrha was high in the strongest of chemical substances.

…With tears running down her cheeks.

"Hah … Hah … Hah …" Pyrrha breathed heavily and teared up for a long, long while, holding that expression of freakish euphoria. It did not seem to be a conscious choice on her end; She was simply that 'high' on the pleasure she felt. Her penis inside Joan continued to pulsate even now, making both of them whimper from unintentional stimulation.

Joan was conflicted. On one end, she loved seeing her loved one sweaty and euphoric after releasing so much sperm. It meant that she had done a good job as her sex partner, pleasing her beyond belief. Moreover, she had also orgasmed a lot. Certainly more than any other time they had sex, even though sex with Sheila still won by a large mile.

On the other end… '…I can't ignore that she's using me… I really am just lamb, aren't I…? She's sacrificing me to her mother so she can get her itch off… All in "open secret", without anyone admitting the obvious truth out loud…'

"I can go again…!" Pyrrha announced, excited and still in tears.

Those were not tears of joy. Pyrrha probably felt pathetic about her own 'addiction', crying from guilt or shame, though her angst was masked by the ecstasy coursing throughout her body.

Joan looked into her eyes, expressionless. 'Go again… IF I say the right things to get her going, right…? Because I'm just a lamb she's guiding around to get slaughtered by her mother's big dick… I don't turn Pyrrha on… Her mother fucking me does.'

"Joan…?"

"Ah, it's nothing… Sorry, but I can't go for another round… I'm really sore."

"S-sore, huh…? Nghh …" Pyrrha's erection pulsated, spurting another jet of sperm from the mere implication that Joan had been exhausted by Sheila earlier that day.

…It was disgusting…

"Do you need me to jerk you off a little more for you to be done?" …But Joan kept it to herself.

"No, I'm good! Go rest so you have a good day tomorrow!"

"Ah… Yes…" Joan got up, cleaned herself up with a nearby towel, and dressed up. 'Go rest up so I have the stamina to get railed by her mother tomorrow, right…? It's all about her. There's no actual love between us, just fetishism…'

"Joan?"

"Yeah…?"

"T-tonight was the best sex we ever had. I love you." Pyrrha was happy.

"…Yeah." Joan was sad. "Good night."

"Good night."

Exhausted, Joan got back to her own bedroom, ignoring the semen slowly trickling down her legs. 'I was feeling really good until a moment ago, and now I'm more hurt than ever…'

"Did you have a good time with my daughter?"

"Heh?!" Right before getting in bed, Sheila entered her bedroom. "W-what?!"

"That's a breaking of rules I did not allow." Sheila shoved her to the bed and climbed on top of her; Her cock was hard and soaked.

"W-w-w-w-wait…! I-I-I really can't…!"

"You can." She grabbed Joan's neck and pinned her to the bed with a merciless squeeze, instantly turning her face red from excessive squeezing.

And then…

"MNGHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!" Joan groaned, drooled, teared up, squeezed, and squirted all at the same time.

It was too much for her body to handle after everything that happened that day. 'I'm gonna die… Ooooooh …'

…

But then nothing happened after that. Sheila let go of her neck and nothing more.

Joan continued to squirm and quiver in involuntary mini-orgasms from having an arm-sized penis shoved up her womb, but that was it; Sheila did not move her hips.

"Wh-what are you doing…?!"

Sheila said nothing, holding a sadistic grin.

A second later, once Sheila began grunting and quaking, Joan understood.

"Oooooooh …" Sheila was washing her insides with her own cum. "You… Put it in me… Raw… I didn't even realize it… Nghhooooooh …"

"That's right. Consider it punishment for breaking my rules. Ghhnn … You don't have the right to get bred in this house except by me… Nghhh … I'm sanitizing your insides so you don't forget who you're bound to now."

Joan did not know what to say to that. Sheila's petty, territorial demeanor would have been comical to her if it did not involve beating her brain into sheer stupidity with ecstasy. 'It's so much more than Pyrrha came… Just from putting it in me, this psychopath is cumming more than Pyrrha after all that… And that's after filling up half a dozen condoms earlier… This virility… Is ridiculous… Mnhguuuuh … How can I still cuuuuum… ?! I'm losing my miiiiiiind… !'

"There we go. Now, I'm satisfied." Sheila recklessly pulled out, scraping one final squirting orgasm from Joan in the process; Merely from the act of penetration, she got her abs and crotch soaked in Joan's pussy juice. "Though, this wasn't punishment enough, was it…? You enjoyed that. You like getting filled with my superior sperm, don't you…? Does it make you happy to have it all mingled with my daughter's…? You cheating, vile slut ."

"Uuungh … Aren't you… Supposed to love her…?"

"I DO love her. But if my cum and cock are better, it is what it is. Am I wrong?"

…

"You're not …" Joan did not have the mental drive to defend Pyrrha by denying obvious reality.

Sex with Sheila was on a level of its own; No one could possibly match it.

"No more breaking my rules, yes…?"

"Yes …"

"Then, have the best of nights. Rest up so you can be a nice lamb tomorrow too, okay?" Sheila turned on her heels and left-

"Wait…"

"Hm…?"

"I… Uhm… I………" Joan sobbed.

…And then full-on cried like a little girl.

The excessive sexual ecstasy of the past few hours had numbed down her angst, but the indescribable exhaustion of the present moment made her defenses collapse, leading to rivers of tears running down her face.

"Oh, poor girl…" Sheila climbed the bed and hugged her head, pressing it against her massive breasts.

For the first time since Joan arrived at Sheila's house, she felt somewhat relaxed. Sheila's pillowy chest smothered her tears, even if the scent of sweat aggressively invaded her nostrils.

"My poor little lamb is all sad, is it…?"

Indeed, she was; Her discovery about Pyrrha left her crushed. In that moment of uncertainty about what went on in her girlfriend's head, it was surprisingly easy to accept Sheila's embrace and trust her.

After all, she knew exactly what Sheila thought of her, and what she desired of her.

The honesty was refreshing. Joan could take Sheila's hug and smirk without doubts, whereas any expression or sentence by Pyrrha might just be an act to egg her on like an oblivious pet for her enjoyment.

"Oh, you're just so cute… You actually feel bad about my daughter's perversion…? This is the first time I see this happen… her previous girlfriends would always run away because they were too intimidated, or they were happy because they could become my cum dumpsters without restraint… You really do love her, don't you? How adorable… You really are special…"

"I…"

"Hm…?"

"…Don't want to sleep alone tonight…"

"Oh… You're going to make me swoon with how cute you are. It's okay… Mother Nikos is going to spoon you into a nice dream, today, alright…?" Sheila caressed her face, looking straight into her eyes.

Even now, she sported the most condescending expression. Undoubtedly, Sheila derived sexual enjoyment out of Joan's misery, even if there was a tinge of kindness behind it; That was simply the sort of person she was.

Yet, despite enjoying her misery, she lied down behind Joan and hugged her from behind – for the first, without inserting her gigantic penis into her pussy; The massive member rested between her meaty legs instead, with the shaft pressed against her tight, cum-filled slit.

It felt like a miracle to receive some form of mercy in that moment of vulnerability. Joan half-expected Sheila to shove it all the way into her womb and begin ramming her raw.

…She half-wanted it, even if her body could not take a second more of sex that day…

…

'Ah…'

…

'This feels nice…'

…

'She's so tall and buff…'

…

'I feel so small… And weirdly safe…'

…

'Hah …'

…

'Pyrrha was right, wasn't she…?'

…

'Her mother is… Kind of cool…'

…

'I could… Get used to- Mnghh!' Her moment of serenity was abruptly cut short by something thick and ruthless entering her ass: Sheila's hand, all the way to the wrist. "Wh-what are you…"

…

"…" Joan did not bother finishing her sentence. 'It hurts… And I'm about to cum… But there's nothing more pointless than questioning her… I was feeling so relaxed too… Bitch… Ghnnn … I seriously can't cum… God, please…'

"Little lamb… The night before you and my daughter go back to your town… Keep it clear for me, would you?" She went out of her way to open her fingers inside Joan's rectum, in spite of her tight insides clenching for dear life.

"Ghnnn… Wh-why…?"

"We're going on a date."

"Huh? Ungh… J-just… You and I…?"

Had Sheila just invited her for a romantic date?

"No."

"Ah…"

…

"W-wait, what do you mean 'no'- MNGHHH !!!" Her question was silenced by a cruel push deep into her anus; Sheila was reaching new depths inside her, molding her ass to be penetrated deeper. 'Fuck! Why is she doing this?! Isn't she satisfied with my pussy?! Why do I need to have two holes stretched to take dick?!'

…

'Wait…'

…

'It's a date…'

…

'But it's not just her and I, and there's no way she's inviting Pyrrha along…'

…

'Oh, no…'

Joan was an idiot for having ever felt a single second of safety around Sheila.

Whichever redhead she chose to trust, it seemed to make no difference.

…Both led her to the slaughter…

"Nghhhh !!! Oooooh …" …But at least one made her cum much more.

Chapter 3: Shades Of Ruthless - Finale

Chapter Text

"Isn't the sun just beautiful? I love getting sunlight in the morning. I must have cursed skin, though… Why can't I get a tan? Maybe I should consider artificial tanning… Or maybe not. I'll think about it next morning." Sheila reflected as she took a sip of her glass of wine. "Nothing can be better than this. Unless one happens to have a slutty little lamb to suck one's cock off as well. Don't you agree, Little Lamb?"

"GHLURGH ! BLURGH ! SHLRRP !"

"What? Nothing to say? Are your lips that stuffed? Or are you that immersed? Perhaps your head is so empty from the joy of chugging down my precum that you can't be bothered to talk to your mother-in-law? How vile… Young women think of nothing but sex. Just who did my daughter choose to date?"

"BHLURGH ! GHLURGH ! SHLUUUURP !"

"You are very unskilled at blowing, Joan. Ah, well. That's my fault for having such a big penis. Though, if you want to ever come up for air, you'll have to do better than that. I'm never going to ejaculate this way. Unless… Could it be that you don't want to come up? Oh, how nasty… To fall so in love with your mother-in-law's cock while your girlfriend is likely still in bed. Then, by all means, keep sucking and gurgling… I love that sloppy look on your face." Sheila grinned and took another sip.

"GHLURGH ! SHLUUURP ! BHLURGH !" Meanwhile, the nude Joan continued to suffocate in her efforts at deepthroating Sheila's monster-sized cock.

Not because she was so immersed in sucking that she had no control over her head movements, but because Sheila had a hand on the back of her head and did not allow her to fully pull back for air. Her dirty talk was nothing but unfair taunting, founded in ruthless sadism.

'I need aaaaair! I can't take it anymore…! My throat hurts...! My jaw too…! I've been trying to suck an orgasm out of her for half a minute…! I can't see anything…! My eyes are covered in spit and precum…! And… And… I can't stop cumming !!! Her precum tastes too good !!!' Joan was in a state of despair, but that was a perfectly reasonable state to be in, all things considered.

How else should she feel when there was no sign of relief to come?

Sheila knew full well that Joan had no realistic chance of getting her off with only her throat, which could BARELY take two-thirds of her massive length – and only because her face was brutally forced down by her hand.

Reality was simple: Sheila had woken up in a particularly mean mood and wanted to take it off on Joan. She had no desire to ejaculate into her mouth, but simply to bully her.

Maybe she wanted to make Joan try fisting her again so she would have enough provocation to let loose on her, though it was hardly necessary; Her sadism came with a playfulness of its own.

'I'm not doing it…! She'll kill if I shove my hand into her pussy again! So… So…'

So, Joan would just keep on suffocating, struggling with hideous pain as her throat had no choice but to act as a flexible flesh condom for her gigantic cock, ruining her neck with constant bulging.

"I love how your little throat squeezes whenever you cum… Is that why you are touching yourself so much?" Sheila teased without looking her in the eyes, instead staring at the garden or keeping her eyes closed to enjoy the sunlight.

It was simply another way of putting her down; Treating her as a worthless sex hole. There was no need for eye contact when she had perfect control of Joan's head via a hand on the back of her head.

…Not that Joan felt any different about herself, miserably masturbating while her body struggled with jaw pain, throat pain, and oxygen deprivation.

'I hate this ruthless…! Bitchy…! Divorced hag…!' Joan screamed in her head.

"GHLURGH ! BHLURGH ! SHLRRRRRP !" …And also in real life, cumming and gurgling.

"Ah, it really is true… I don't think I'll be ejaculating anytime soon. Thankfully, I am a patient woman. I will give you whatever amount of time is needed for you to blow a load out of me. I believe in you, Little Lamb. Show me why my daughter chose you over her ex." She chuckled and sipped more wine.

'I HATE YOOOOOOOOU!!! Uuuungh …'

"I'm sure you'll become better at oral sex over time. Ah… Maybe not, actually. It's such a shame that you and my daughter leave this Sunday. Today is Wednesday, so I have to make very good use of you. It would be a shame if I looked back and regretted not dumping more loads inside you, don't you agree? You make for such a good cum dumpster."

"BHLRRRGH ! BHLURGH ! GHLURGH !" Joan hated everything Sheila said. 'How could she have possibly dumped MORE loads inside me…?! My pussy doesn't even close anymore…! She broke it…! I wake up with it gaped, and I go to sleep with it gaped…! There's cum dripping down even now, and I took a shower this morning…! My insides are still on fire, and I feel like my womb is shaped like her cock…! My clit and pussy lips are still swollen and throbbing…! This psychopath smashes me against the bed for hours every night…!'

Sheila was a merciless savage.

"Hm… It's not just that you'll leave, is it…?" Sheila went on. "You going back is the least of my sorrows. You might not even be my daughter's girlfriend in a few days. I can sense the discord between you two. How sad…" She finally made direct eye contact with Joan, undoing the ever-present smirk on her face for once. "You're hurt because you realized I was right about my daughter all along, aren't you? She is a little cuckold pervert like I said all along. Does it hurt you to know that she brought you here to be violently railed by her mother?" She stopped pushing and pulling on Joan's head.

"Shlrrrrrp … Shluuuuurp …" Joan averted her gaze, continuing to lick to avoid addressing what Sheila said.

Sadly, Sheila had no intention of letting her escape. "Poor little lamb…" She moved Joan's face off her cock, finally letting her properly catch her breath.

"HAH… HAH… HAH…" Precum and spit dripped down her tongue.

"I know… It hurts to have your feelings stepped on, doesn't it? It must be so tough for you…"

"…" Joan continued to look away even as tears ran down her face – this time of sadness.

"I know… I know…" Sheila wiped them off with a thumb, caressing her cheek. "You're suffering…"

Joan still refused eye contact.

Her evasion had nothing to do with shame or difficulty facing her feelings.

…She was just not dumb enough to fall for Sheila's fake pity.

'She's UNREPETANTLY ruthless! She's mocking me! I'm not falling for it!'

"A cute girl like you shouldn't be crying like that, don't you think? I can't stand the sight. Why don't we fix it together?"

PULL…!

"MNHHGHHHHH!!!" Joan's paranoia was proven correct: Sheila SANK her tearful face against her HEAVY, LARGE testicles; Next, she squeezed her muscular thighs together, crossing one leg over the other for better leverage.

"This is where your tears should go! Rub them all over my balls. I bet my body can absorb them to produce delicious cum out of your silly tears ." Sheila mocked with the most malicious of tones.

"Ghhhhhnmmmm!!!" Joan struggled for air not just because of the pressure around her head, but also the PERVASIVE musk coming from Sheila's hard, round balls; The HEAVY, VEINY, CURVED, SPIT-WET cock resting against her face did not help either.

"Ah… Mornings are excellent." Sheila returned to gazing at her garden and the sun.

Joan was treated like a sex pet whose obedience was taken for granted.

…And she affirmed that obedience by gently nibbling and munching on the heavy, musky sack – it was the only way to get some air when smashed between the beefy legs, large balls, and weighty cock compressing everything from the neck up.

"Hm… It is true, isn't it…? You really might be gone forever by this Sunday. I won't have your delightful slutty pussy hugging my cock anymore then…"

For a half of a half of a half of a half of a second, Joan thought Sheila would express a tiny fraction of genuine sadness.

"You better not think of breaking up with my daughter before Sunday." All Sheila did was issue a threat. "I'll get very frustrated if you do… And who knows how I'd need to vent that frustration. Be a good little lamb and hold on until after Saturday night, would you?"

'Saturday night…? Ah… That's when we'll go on that "date" she mentioned. What's she planning…?' Joan had an awful feeling about what a date with Sheila would be like.

…Probably body-breaking brutal sex…

'Nghhh…! Who cares?! I can't breathe…! Her balls and cock smell so much…! Why is there so much precum running down her shaft?! I can't even lick from how much she's crushing me…! Why am I still fingering myseeeelf?! Nghhhhhh !' Joan's eyes started rolling up from lack of air.

"Hmph. I like the sight of your face turning red, but I'm afraid I need to be responsible. I can't be TOO cruel with you." Sheila uncrossed her legs.

"HAH…! HAH…! HAH…!" Joan instantly gasped for air.

It was rare for Sheila to be 'responsible' and show her pity.

That was, however, merely a misunderstanding.

Sheila's 'responsible' remark had nothing to do with letting Joan breathe.

"Get up. Bend against the bench." Sheila stood up and waited.

"A-again…? We're doing that again?! B-but we did it so much yesterday, s-so…"

The tall redhead leaned forward slightly and gave her a cold, murderous gaze. "Bend."

"G-ghnn…" Joan did as requested.

"Spread them."

Joan did as requested.

"Beg."

"P-please… Develop my asshole a lot… So it can fit huge, fat cocks…!" Joan did as requested.

…And then, a long, long session of anal development began.

Joan's anal tolerance had grown a lot. She could now handle rough anal fisting for a long time! Sheila was able to shove her arm in almost to the elbow!

"MNGHHHHHHHH… ! NGHHHHHHHH… ! UUUUUUUUUUUUUNGH… !" …That did not mean it hurt any less.

What did Joan's anal development have to do with 'being responsible'?

What was her anus being readied for?

After all…

"…Isn't anal sex such a chore? I much prefer tight, clenching pussies. They're nice and wet…" …Sheila certainly did not care for it.

THUMP-THUMP!

THUMP-THUMP!

THUMP-THUMP!

Joan was very, VERY nervous, sensing intense danger.

There was a very valid reason for it: Sheila was sitting side-by-side with a friend who was just as tall and happened to sport just as long and thick of a bulge behind her skirt.

"Joan, meet my good friend, Glynda Goodwitch."

"No need to introduce us, Sheila. Joan was my student in high school, just like your daughter."

"Ah, right. I forget you are allowed near kids. A mistake, considering how much of a vile bitch you are."

"Oh, my. What does that say about you if I'm your friend?"

They did not laugh, side-glancing at each other with static expressions.

Sheila, her usual smug smirk.

Glynda, a calm, faint smile.

Glynda Goodwitch was a 6'1 white woman in her early 40s who had very light blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the side of her face. Her eyes were bright green, visible behind ovular-shaped glasses.

Her figure was nearly identical to Sheila's in terms of overall curviness and meatiness, but with one important distinction: Whereas Sheila was packed with muscle from head to toe, Glynda was simply thick and meaty, lacking clear muscular definition. If Sheila looked like an elite Amazon, Glynda looked like a stacked MILF, carrying heavier and rounder breasts, as well as a beefy bubble ass that functioned as a pillow for her to sit on.

Having a curvaceous figure was not the only similarity between the two tall women: Glynda also had a GIGANTIC penis attached to her crotch, though hers was concealed behind a black high-waisted pencil skirt, with brown thigh-high pantyhose acting as a holster with which to pin her heavy penis in place; Otherwise, it would hang between her legs, exposed due to her skirt stopping around the middle of her thick thighs.

On her upper body, she wore a white long-sleeved pleated blouse containing a wide keyhole neckline, leaving her ample cleavage open for view. Her huge breasts were tightly squished in place by her bra to avoid slipping out.

'I didn't remember my teacher was so vulgar. Beside Sheila, I guess she's kind of normal… But I never knew she had a huge dick!!!' It was impossible not to note the obscene protrusion on her skirt.

"Glynda, how could you come to my house with your cleavage squeezed together like that? You're capturing my daughter-in-law's eyes. She's too horny of a slut to not stare. Does that not make you a foul degenerate?"

"Look at how you're dressed, Sheila. How can you criticize me?"

"We both know you look far filthier and vulgar because you dress half-professional, half-dirty. Could it be that you're an exhibitionist?"

"As opposed to you, who simply looks like a nymphomaniac?"

"Hoh…"

"I wonder which one of us Joan agrees with?"

"Indeed… Which one of us do you agree with, Joan?"

Definitely Glynda.

"Sheila." Joan answered.

"Hoh…" Glynda tilted her head. "You've trained this little puppy well, I see."

"She's not a little puppy. She's a little lamb."

"You and your silly words. Puppy is cuter."

"Yes, but I like sheep. They make funny noises."

"Are you saying this girl makes funny noises?"

"Her squeals are the best…" Sheila grinned.

"You truly don't hold back, Sheila. To take your daughter's girlfriend like this…" Glynda paused. "That is why we are friends."

Then, she laughed.

Sheila laughed as well.

Was that the first time Joan saw Sheila laugh?

If it was not, it certainly felt like a first. Sheila's face only ever expressed frustration or smugness. A genuine moment of laughter was rare.

…That made Joan all the more terrified…

"Joan, sit here." Glynda moved to the side, making room for Joan to sit between them. "I want to get to know you better."

Joan had no interest in such an exchange.

…But sat between them anyway.

Both women side-stared at her from above thanks to their large heights, sipping wine with arrogant, dominant expressions. That said, Glynda did not look nearly as shamelessly vile as Sheila.

Maybe she was different; Maybe it was a normal smile and Joan was just paranoid.

…

How not to feel paranoid?

…She was TINY between the two stacked giants…

…The heavy cocks emanated more than enough musk for her to smell it from that up-close…

…Their gazes oppressed her…

"You're so beautiful, Joan." Glynda said with a comforting smile. "I quite like young women, you see? In my sex life, I engage exclusively with women your age."

"I-is that so…?" Joan felt DEEPLY uneasy about her old teacher saying such things straight to her face.

"Indeed. They're tighter… Hornier… Wetter… And I must say… You are the most perfect one I've seen."

"H-hah… Hahah…"

"I'm sure everyone talks about your big breasts. I have them too. As women, we both understand the experience of men and women commenting on the roundness of our racks, don't we?"

"Should I not be included in the discussion of this 'experience'?" Sheila snickered.

"Please… You're a savage, while Joan and I are ladies. Right, Joan?"

"N-n-no… Sheila is not a savage at all… Hahah…" Joan lied, having no intention of getting on Sheila's bad side.

"Hm… You're a very good girl. Your big tits come with a big heart. But what I like most is actually back here." Glynda slid a hand behind Joan, forcing it between her upper back and the couch's backrest.

Then, she slowly slid it down, stopping just short of directly cupping her ass.

Being casually touched like that SIGNIFICANTLY accentuated Joan's nervousness. However, there was something infinitely more nerve-wracking.

…Glynda's cold, stoic expression…

'I-I know Ms. Goodwitch was always a hardass, b-but this feels different…! H-huh…? What's that movement behind her skirt…?' Joan asked herself a silly question.

It was obvious what it was: Glynda's monster cock trying to spasm and swing itself free from the restriction of the pantyhose keeping it pinned. Its movements were so forceful that it pushed the skirt up slightly multiple times, threatening to tear the pantyhose off.

'Why isn't Sheila saying anything…? I thought she'd be more territorial…' Joan glanced up at Sheila.

All the redhead offered her was a wine-sipping grin.

THUMP-THUMP!

THUMP-THUMP!

THUMP-THUMP!

'A-ah… My heart… Is gonna… Pound out of my chest…'

"Joan." Glynda stopped touching her back and caressed her cheek, forcing their gazes to lock together.

"H-hm…?"

"You look nervous."

"Ah… N-no…"

"It's okay."

"What…?"

"Tell me the truth: Is Sheila not treating you right?"

"Heh?"

"Is she… Being mean to you?"

…

Joan felt a faint sense of hope. Glynda's empathy was a bright light in the darkness that her life had become all month. Becoming Sheila's 24/7 cum dumpster had broken her body, and being secretly used as a tool to feed Pyrrha's fetish had broken her spirit.

…And masochistically cumming again and again had broken her brain, self-esteem, and pride with a growing addiction…

'Maybe I can ask Ms. Goodwitch to talk to Sheila? Ask her to take it easier on me…? She seems to know about Sheila's sex life, so she must know about us. If they're close enough friends, it could work…'

…

Joan truly considered it.

"Sheila isn't mean to me at all. She's a great mother-in-law." …But opted to remain submissive.

Sheila would undoubtedly be provoked if Joan stood up to her in any way.

'B-but maybe Ms. Goodwitch will notice I'm lying and help me out anyway-'

"Pffft…" Glynda pursed her lips.

"Pfffft… Pfffffft…!" Sheila did the same, covering her mouth with a hand.

And then, something crazy happened: something entirely predictable.

"Bhahahahahahahahahahah!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahah!"

Both women cackled like heartless witches, looking at Joan like a clown saying funny things.

"Bhahahahahahahahahahahah!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahah!"

Their laughter SEVERELY oppressed any optimism Joan had built in her head.

"Oh, God…! I'm dying…!" Sheila wiped tears off her face. "She actually thought you were a kind woman, Glynda! I can't believe it!"

"Bhahahahahahahahahahahah!" Glynda was still laughing, unable to control herself.

"Little lamb, don't fall for this succubus' caring act. Whatever you think of me, I promise she is far worse."

"No, no, don't listen to her, Joan." Glynda said with stifled laughter, grabbing Joan's legs to knead. "I'm a very nice woman. None of my little puppies complain about me being too violent in bed."

"Pffft…!" Sheila grabbed Joan's other leg, sinking her fingers hard. "That's only because her 'little puppies' are all too broken after she's done with them to issue any complaints."

"Oh?" Glynda pulled on Joan's leg, spreading it wide. "Better than your 'little lambs', resenting you behind your back."

"That's not true." Sheila pulled on Joan's other legs, spreading it wide as well. "This little lamb doesn't resent me at all. Riiiiight?"

"R-r-right…" Joan said, not looking at either of them, panicking.

"Pffft…"

"Pffft…!"

"Bhahahahahahahahahah!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahah!"

They laughed and laughed while Joan's legs were spread wide, pulled by each woman.

She realized something as her ears were forcefully submerged by their cackling: The two devilish women were close friends in the worst possible way. Two sex psychopaths carrying huge cocks, a scary interest in her body, and undeterred ruthlessness in their hearts.

"Joan, don't listen to her." Glynda kneaded and kneaded on her leg. "It's not my fault that my little puppies break all the time. It's not like I can control my sexual cravings, right? A woman has needs…"

'What is that supposed to mean…? I'm too scared to ask…! Please, someone help me…!'

Right then, the best possible thing happened.

"Ms. Goodwitch? I didn't know you were here to visit!" Pyrrha arrived from her trip to the grocery store.

Then, her eyes took note of Joan squished between her mother and old teacher, both of whom had hands on her spread-apart legs.

…And then she stopped in place, blushing.

Pyrrha would offer no rescue, adoring to see Joan in that situation.

'Pyrrha…! Please…! Get me out of here…!' She begged in her mind anyway.

"What do you think of my girlfriend… Ms. Goodwitch?"

"Oh, she's wonderful. I quite like the blonde type myself…" Glynda finally let go of Joan's leg, playing with her hair instead. "I know it's mean of me to say, but she is an undeniable upgrade from Cecilia. Good job." Her hand moved back down to Joan's leg-

"Ghh!" Joan was pulled to Sheila's side by the waist, evading Glynda's leg-grab at the last second.

"Please don't harass my daughter's girlfriend in front of her. We have rules in this house, Glynda. We're very puritan here" Sheila said.

…While kneading Joan's leg like a hypocrite.

There was no other way to see it.

On one side, the ruthless Glynda.

On the other, the ruthless Sheila.

And in front of her, the ruthless Pyrrha.

…All wished for the little lamb's slaughter…

"Then, are you saying it's okay to harass Joan behind Pyrrha's back?" Glynda joked and laughed; Sheila as well.

"I-it's okay…" Pyrrha spoke with a timid voice and a strong blush. "I'm sure it wasn't harassment."

'Pyrrha, why are you running interference for them…?! Can't you choose ME over your fetish?! Can't you tell I'm feeling betrayed and hurt…?! A-and also scared between these two freaks!'

"Anyway! I need to… Do something. Uh… So, bye!" Pyrrha rushed to the bedroom with the groceries – a bizarrely strange thing to do – giving the two devils the privacy to harass Joan however they wanted.

'Pyrrha…! I hate you! I hate you…! Khhh… I'm just a toy to you… I'm done with all of this! Why am I holding back?! I'm going to break up with you and go back home today! I was only obeying your mother to make her approve of our relationship, but what do I care about that if I hate you?! This way, I don't have to be raped and made to cum until I pass out tonight again!'

…

Her eyes glanced at Sheila's heavy, hanging cock. Joan had a direct view behind Sheila's loin cloth thanks to their positioning. Next, she glanced at Sheila's exposed muscles, taking note of her developed abs and robust legs.

Sheila grinned at her, knowing full well what she was thinking about.

Joan would not be leaving today.

…Her pussy wanted to be torn apart all night…

'It's hopeless…! I'm becoming the addicted slut she said I was all along…!'

"Joan, if you stare only at Sheila's cock, I'll feel left behind. You can look at mine too…" Glynda inserted a hand under her own skirt and removed the penis from inside her pantyhose.

A MONSTROUS tent immediately formed under her skirt, pushing its hemline so far up that her full thick thighs became exposed.

Joan's jaw dropped, amazed by the VISCOUS precum leaking through the skirt's fabric. 'Is it even richer than Sheila's?!'

"Hmph. It can only stay up like that because it's not as heavy as mine." Sheila complained.

"Maybe my blood is stronger."

"Cold as you are? I doubt it."

"What do you think, Joan-"

Sheila smacked Glynda's hand away. "You're being too handsy with my daughter-in-law."

"What's the problem, Sheila? You invited me here to show her off, didn't you? There's no need to act bitter."

"I'm not bitter. You're simply forgetting that she's not one of your stupid dogs." Though her words implied annoyance, her voice and face exuded the same arrogance as always.

"What? Are you afraid I'll turn her into an anal addict like I did to your ex-husband?"

'Heh? Anal addict? Pyrrha's dad?'

"What a nasty woman… That malice will make you wrinkle, Glynda."

"I better start hitting the gym like you then." Glynda got up, giggling. "It's time for me to get going. It was good meeting you, Joan… As a very attractive adult, this time."

"Ah… Y-yeah…" Joan's eyes remained mesmerized by the girthy monster cock standing tall under Glynda's skirt right in front of her. If she thrust her hips right then, it would hit her directly in the face.

…Smearing it with the rich precum leaking through the fabric…

"Sheila tells me you and Pyrrha are going through a rough time. For what it's worth, I hope you two stay together." Her cock spasmed up so intently that the skirt was fully pushed up, exposing her heavy balls for a quick moment.

'They're as big as Sheila's…! Her shaft too…! These two women are sex giants! Ah… The smell… The precum is dripping on the floor …' Joan breathed heavily.

"See you soon, I hope. I know the way out. Bye, Sheila." Glynda stuck her monster cock back into her pantyhose, adjusted her skirt, and left.

…

"What a nasty woman, isn't she?" Sheila remarked.

…

"Why are you looking at me that way, you adulterous little idiot?" Sheila complained with her ever-present smirk.

"Why did you introduce me to her…?"

"Hm…? Well, there's still some hope you and my daughter will remain together. If that happens, I believe you and I will become closer and closer over time. Should you not know your mother-in-law's best friend?"

Sheila was a liar, but that was no surprise. Her arrogance came with a heavy dose of condescension, not having any respect for Joan. Lying to her was like playing peek-a-boo with a baby – a fun play.

"Grr… Then… Then what was that about your ex-husband?!"

"Hoh…" She scowled. "Lambs shouldn't be going around asking pesky questions. That's annoying and disrespectful."

"I-I wasn't trying to be-"

"Ride." Sheila moved her loincloth to the side; Her heavy cock shot straight up, infused with boiling-hot blood.

Most of the time, her gigantic penis failed to stand tall due to how heavy it was – even if hard. The fact that it was now perfectly straight without the tiniest of bending was a bad sign for Joan's pussy.

"Ride." Sheila repeated.

"Yes…" Joan removed her lower clothes, squatted on top of Sheila's lap, aligned her shamefully wet pussy lips with the tip of her massive cock and…

…

…Almost protested.

'Pyrrha could come out of her bedroom and see us. If that happens, she won't be able to fake ignorance. The truth would be exposed and… Maybe we could stop pretending and talk about it openly. No, wait… That's not going to happen.'

Joan would likely moan very, very loudly, so Pyrrha would know what they were doing even from inside the bedroom. Therefore, she would avoid coming out, maintaining the 'plausible deniability' of her oblivious self-cuckolding facade.

…

'Screw her, then…!' Joan gritted her teeth and-

"Little Lamb."

"H-hm…?"

"I expected you to go get a condom."

…

Joan gritted her teeth and…

PLAP!

"MGNHH !" …Sank her fat ass against Sheila's muscular legs, taking the full length of her gigantic cock into her hole. A large protrusion instantly popped on her flat midsection, pushing her shirt out from the inside.

By now, Joan had become very proficient at taking the massive penis balls-deep. Much like her pussy lips remained gaped all day, her pussy walls also remained stretched all day, awaiting penetration.

Nothing could be more logical. Brutal sex with Sheila had become a regular occurrence.

Nevertheless, one thing did feel different this one time.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"NGHH ! MNGH ! UNGH ! OOOH !" Joan was riding with exceptional interest and drive.

"Oh, my… I feel like a line was crossed." Sheila sneered, enjoying the voluntary raw sex.

The stronger the barrier between her and Pyrrha, the weakest the barrier between her and Sheila.

That was why no condoms were needed.

…Even the thinnest of condoms would be thicker than the barrier between them right now…

It was Friday afternoon. In only one day, Joan would have to go on the 'date' with Sheila.

…

'I don't "have" to do anything… I can just leave this place… The only thing holding me here is my reluctance to accept losing my relationship with Pyrrha.' More and more, Joan had trouble justifying her motivation to honor her deal with Sheila. 'I know I'm wrong, but I still want to think there's some misunderstanding between Pyrrha and I… That's the only reason I'm still holding on, I swear…!'

Driven by futile hopefulness, Joan decided to talk with Pyrrha one last time; One last chance for their love.

It was better to do it soon too, since Sheila would likely launch a rampage against her pussy at any moment. 'Every day is the same thing. But… I did ride her a lot yesterday. She doesn't usually let me take charge like that. If I had to say, having some control felt…'

…Worse.

...Joan preferred to be crushed against the bed like a mindless, lifeless cum dumpster…

'I… I rode her raw… I thought having raw sex with her would have made me completely dependent on her cock, but I feel like nothing changed. Why…? Maybe because she already came inside me the other night, after I had sex with Pyrrha? No, I feel like that's not it. Then, why…? Ghh… I'll think about it later!'

Joan entered Pyrrha's bedroom without knocking.

"Hey, Joan!" Pyrrha was simply scrolling on her phone.

On some level, Joan had hoped to catch Pyrrha doing something unsavory.

She would have preferred that. The 'normal' Pyrrha was a fake. 'I want to know who my real girlfriend is…'

Joan hid her resentment and sat beside Pyrrha.

…

…

…

And then said nothing.

What was there to say?

The other time she tried to have a real talk with Pyrrha, they had sex… And then things got worse in Joan's heart.

The barrier had grown impenetrably thick. The small holes and gaps that allowed her to see the real Pyrrha had disappeared.

Communication was impossible.

'I can't handle this anymore.' Her heart ached.

"So, what did you think of Ms. Goodwitch?" Pyrrha broke the silence, smiling and speaking as if there was no heavy atmosphere between them.

"Okay, I guess… I didn't know she was your mom's friend…"

"She's different outside school, isn't she? She's… Cool ." Pyrrha got flustered.

Joan's spirits got crushed further. 'She's thinking of Ms. Goodwitch railing me too… Pyrrha, am I nothing but a sick fetish to you? What would you say if I just asked you straight-up? Maybe I should stop playing into this act and take off your mask. I don't think I care anymore about how you'd feel. We're basically done anyway…'

…

Joan did nothing, holding back for some mysterious reason.

Something held Joan back.

"Joan…?"

"What do you think about your mom?"

"About mom? I think she's the coolest!"

"Right…" Joan was impressed by Pyrrha's utter lack of hesitation. 'I don't understand her fetish. It doesn't feel like it's just a sexual thing. It's more than that, but what is it…?'

The awkward silence returned, with Joan having trouble hiding the disappointment and disdain on her face.

…

"Remember that time I discovered that great burger delivery place?" Pyrrha broke the silence again.

"Hm…?"

"I ordered two for us, right? One for me, and one for you, because I wanted to show you this new burger I really liked."

"What about it?"

"You ate both of them. Remember that?"

"I did? I guess I must have been really hungry? Sorry…"

Pyrrha laughed. "That's not it. I insisted for you to eat them both, even if it meant I spent the night a little hungry. Ah, but I did lie to you that I wasn't hungry so you didn't have to feel guilty. It'd be kinda awkward otherwise."

"I didn't remember that. Why did you do that?"

"Because I loved knowing you were enjoying the delicious burger I discovered for us." Pyrrha smiled wholesomely.

…

'Ah.' Joan finally understood Pyrrha. 'I'm the burger… And her mom is the one she loves. I understand now. It's so simple and silly…'

Pyrrha's compulsion was never about sexual fetishism, even if there was a clear sexual component to it – after all, when they had sex, Joan's praise of Sheila's sexual prowess made Pyrrha go into an ejaculatory frenzy.

The core aspect of Pyrrha's compulsion was simple love for her mother. Joan was a gift to make her happy.

Some people loved their parents and brought souvenirs from their trips.

Pyrrha loved her mother and brought girlfriends to milk her cock.

There was nothing deeper to it than that. Pyrrha did not need to watch or listen or be humiliated to be satisfied – those were incidental bonuses. As long as she knew her mother was having fun with her 'gift', she was more than happy.

Pyrrha loved knowing Joan got off on the burger she discovered more than she enjoyed eating the burger itself.

…And she loved knowing her mother got off on the girlfriend she brought home more than she enjoyed having the girlfriend for herself.

Joan was just an offering; A sacrificial lamb to please the mother she worshipped.

'I never meant anything to Pyrrha… She's as much a psychopath as her mom…' Joan felt more disgusted and resentful than ever, fighting to keep her face from expressing any sadness; If she let go, tears would come out.

Meanwhile, Pyrrha continued to smile positively.

'Why's she telling me this stupid burger example in the first place? Is she trying to tell me her feelings without saying them out loud? She's humiliating me…'

"I-I love you, you know?!" Pyrrha said.

The fact she could not simply come out and address the reality of things was beyond frustrating; The fact that Joan was playing along with the obvious facade was equally frustrating.

Nonetheless, Joan took note of Pyrrha's statement and tried to spin a positive light on it. 'Maybe she's bringing her mom to me as well… She could be the object and I'm the one she loves. Or maybe it's both. But Pyrrha… I never agreed to any of this. Did you just hope that I'd start cheating on you behind your back all on my own? Do you think that little of me…? Or maybe you just expected your mom to rape and break me into her sex toy. You didn't have to worry about me cheating on you if you expected your mom to break me into being her fuck buddy… None of those options are very nice…'

…

"So, you think your mom is cool, huh?" Joan mumbled.

"Yep! The coolest!"

"But she's kind of a bitch too, isn't she?" Joan said with a slight scowl, locking gazes with Pyrrha.

"H-hm…?"

"Your mom is a rude, divorced hag. She's a mean bitch incapable of being nice. Don't you agree? She sucks. She's a bitch."

"Th-that's… Sh-she can be a bit much sometimes, but…"

"Just call her a bitch. Say it to my face that your mom is a bitch. I'm not asking for a lot, am I?"

"…"

"Grr… Say it…!"

"I-I…" It looked like Pyrrha wanted to give in to Joan's pressure, but no words came out of her mouth, fully submitted to her mother even in that private setting.

Joan did not take that well. "She won't make the tiniest concession to me… Pyrrha doesn't love me at all. This isn't a two-way thing. She worships her mom and I'm just a prop to please her. I never meant anything to you, Pyrrha!' She got up and stormed out-

"Joan, wait!"

"What?"

"I love you…"

"Cool." Joan stormed out, slamming the door shut. Once she entered her own bedroom, she jumped on the bed, buried her face against the pillow, and cried like never before.

Discovering that her relationship with Pyrrha never meant anything was heart-wrenching.

While crying and rolling, Joan noticed a piece of paper on the stand beside the bed. 'What's that…?' She grabbed it. 'A message from Sheila? She's not going to be home all day today, so I'm supposed to- Oh… She can't be serious…'

Joan looked under the bed. According to the note, there would be an object underneath it, and she was to obediently use it all day long.

A gigantic butt plug as big as Sheila's full forearm.

…

'She's crazy if she thinks I'm using this thing.' Joan had no intention of submitting to Sheila any longer.

Her entire motivation to so obediently please the Amazonian-looking redhead was to ensure she approved of their relationship – otherwise, Pyrrha would break up with Joan.

That relationship was now dead. Joan was so irrelevant to Pyrrha that she would not even call Sheila a bitch at her request; A tiny concession to boost her belief in their bond.

'I'm breaking up with Pyrrha myself anyway, so why should I obey? I don't care what Sheila tells Pyrrha…'

…

…

…

"NGHHHHHH …" Joan fully shoved the butt plug into her ass, deciding to obey Sheila.

The reason why was self-evident, but she kept it hidden deep in the back of her head to avoid the shame of acknowledging a simple truth.

…If she accepted her true feelings out in the open, who knows how far she would fall…?

That aside, spending a full day without having her pussy lips crudely pounded would make her go insane. Joan had gotten used to being AGGRESSIVELY and CONTINUOUSLY slammed for several hours every single day.

"Nghh… ! Mnghh… ! Ghnnn… !" So, she made sure to slap her soaking-wet pussy all day while her rectum remained stuffed with the oversized butt plug. In her mind, she fantasized about the large woman she hated DESTROYING her pussy while RUTHLESSLY fisting her ass and uttering demeaning insults to her.

A very non-insane thing to do.

Saturday night came.

It was time for Joan's 'date' with Sheila, whatever it meant.

'She's so hot…' Joan involuntarily admired Sheila's figure.

The tall redhead mother wore a purple, strapless micro dress. Its hemline was so high-up that her dead-hanging cock and heavy balls were almost entirely visible, along with every inch of her muscular legs and a massive chunk of her round, strong underbutt; Her tightly-squeezed cleavage held on for dear life by the nipples.

"Joan, you are simply stunning tonight." The tall Sheila had Joan side-hugged by the waist, lecherously looking down at her.

Joan wore a similarly taut and strapless dress, though hers was yellow and went down to her ankles on one side while leaving the other leg almost entirely bare; An asymmetrical design.

"Won't you praise me too…?"

"Y-you look… Great." Joan stuttered.

"Hm…? That is all you have to offer?"

"You look hot …"

"Hot enough to fuck?"

Joan stared at the heavy cock swinging left and right between Sheila's bare legs. "Yes …"

"How vulgar of my daughter-in-law. I never expected perversion of that kind from someone who claimed to love my daughter… Though, I suppose being slutty little lamb changes one's morals quickly when repeatedly made to recognize nature."

'She never has anything positive to say…! Stop smirking all the time, you bitch…!' Joan truly, truly despised Sheila.

That just made it all the more humiliating to constantly worship her cock, both internally and externally.

…Joan drooled with each step Sheila took, admiring the way her quads, glutes, and cock moved…

"Ah! Mom, Joan, you two are going out?" Pyrrha bumped into them from the living room. "A-ah…" Her face turned a deep shade of red once she took note of Sheila's exposed monster penis and their tight dresses.

"That's right, Dear. You two will leave tomorrow night, so I wanted a lone night out, just me and my daughter-in-law. To get to know her, you see?" Sheila went out of her way to caress and knead Joan's waist through her dress. "Please don't mind the way I'm dressed. It's just more comfortable this way. And I couldn't let this beautiful girl dress any differently, or I'd stand out as a sore thumb. My apologies if your dear girlfriend looks like a bimbo on a night out for fat cocks. It's not my fault she has these large jugs…"

"I-it's okay…! I-I don't mind..." Pyrrha breathed heavily, happy to know the woman she loved – her mother – would be enjoying a prolonged night of hardcore, aggressive fucking with the gift she brought home – her pitiful, worthless girlfriend.

Maybe she would jerk off like crazy thinking about it, or maybe she was satisfied merely knowing her mother would release lots of semen inside Joan by breeding her hardcore.

Neither outcome mattered to Joan, who did her best to hate Pyrrha in her heart.

"Ah, before we go… Would you be so kind as to help me out, Joan?" Sheila said.

"With what…?"

She handed her purse to Joan. "This purse is quite heavy. I believe I left an object in there that should not come with us. Could you take it out for me?"

'What kind of game is this? Can't she do that herself? Ghh…' Joan opened the purse. 'How am I supposed to know what object it is-'

Her eyes instantly found the object.

'Th-this… She wants me to take this off her purse…? In front of Pyrrha? It'd be equivalent to making a big public announcement…'

"Come on, little lamb."

…

Joan pulled the five condom packs out of the purse; A total of 40 condoms.

They would not be needed that night.

Where should she put it?

…

"Pyrrha."

"Hm?!"

"…Catch." Joan threw it to Pyrrha with scorn on her face.

"A-ah …" Pyrrha drooled, observing the condom packs in her hands. "O-of course you two don't need this …" Her positive, horny reaction frustrated Joan.

"That's right. We won't be needing condoms tonight." Sheila grinned.

The subtext of the interaction was beyond obvious, though no one said it out loud to keep the 'open secret' alive.

…Sheila's hanging cock moistened more and more anyway, dripping viscous precum on the floor…

'She's going to pump me full …' Thinking about it made her pussy throb, leading her abdomen to contract.

Consequently, a certain object lodged deep inside her guts got squeezed tightly, making Joan flinch in place.

"Oh, Joan. Don't go losing your balance now…" Sheila's rough grip on her waist kept her from tumbling, accidentally pulling too much on her dress.

Joan's fat, round ass got fully exposed for a quick second, meaning Pyrrha must have taken note of her lack of underwear.

…And the presence of a HUGE butt plug keeping her anal walls stretched to the limit…

"Nghhh …" The thought of being seen made Joan's insides throb further, smashing the fat butt plug with her inner walls. 'It's too thick…! Mnghh… ! We're barely hiding that we'll fuck raw all night. What's Pyrrha going to do about it?'

Nothing.

Just drool and blush.

An insult to their romantic bond, even if slightly arousing. Joan could do whatever she wanted with a superior female like Sheila, and Pyrrha would not act out to stop her, getting off on her sick compulsion.

'That would have worked out great for me if I had a kink for humiliating you, Pyrrha… But that's not who I am.' Joan got increasingly hurt. 'I wish you'd stop us instead… Stand up to your mom and fight for me…'

"Let's go, little lamb."

Joan gave Pyrrha one last stare; The coldest of her life.

"Please have a lot of fun …" Pyrrha said.

"…Yes."

Joan sat in the back of the car, positioned so that Sheila could look at her cleavage from the rearview mirror whenever she wanted.

That did not annoy her in the slightest.

…Joan was so scared and nervous that she could not care about anything…

'Why is she making me use this butt plug during our "date"…? Nghhh… She's said multiple times that she doesn't care about anal sex, so… So… Who is my ass being stretched out for?!'

In truth, she had a very good idea but avoided thinking about it out of sheer anxiety.

There was a second feeling too; A very strong one.

…Uncontrollable lust…

Whatever would happen that night, Joan had no doubt that it would involve insurmountably hardcore sex and sexual ecstasy.

'It can't possibly get much rougher than Sheila ruining my pussy every day… Can it…?'

Her insides squeezed, making her painfully aware of the lack of room within her rectum.

It definitely could get rougher.

…And she got increasingly wetter no matter how afraid she was.

"How enjoyable it is to have such a sexy lamb in the back of my car. Tonight will be very fun . Ah… Too bad this will be the last time, huh…?"

"…" Joan avoided the reflection of Sheila's gaze.

"I intended to give your relationship my approval tomorrow. You were very irritating when we first met, but I've been persuaded by your charm. Or was it your pussy's willingness to squeeze with so much love around my dick? I can't tell."

"Grr…"

"Sadly, it seems you don't intend to remain with my daughter. You're lucky I am so invested in using you as a cum dumpster tonight. Otherwise, I'd berate you and kick you out of my house for planning to hurt her feelings. So, since tonight will be our last time, forgive me if I overindulge, yes? Accept milking lots of cum as an apology."

"I'm not the one hurting her feelings!" Joan snapped from Sheila's endless provocations and mischaracterizations.

"Hm…?"

"She's using me like an object to please you… I loved her with all my heart, but I'm just a toy to her! I'm the one who's hurt!"

"Oh, poor little lamb…" Sheila paused, offering a caring gaze through the rearview mirror's reflection. "…I'll begin with your face tonight so you have a proper reason to be shedding tears, alright?" …She also grinned and laughed.

"You…! You're a ruthless psychopath! Don't you have any empathy in your heart?"

Sheila giggled more, getting off on Sheila's rattling.

"You two are the same! Pyrrha is cold and ruthless too! She might mask it better, but she's as much of an emotionless, selfish freak as you! She must have learned from you! I… Hate you two… I don't care how much I cum whenever you fuck me… I hate you and her…! You're both ruthless women incapable of love!" Tears ran down her furious expression.

"Joan."

"…Yeah?"

"Don't talk to me that way." Sheila gave her an intimidating glare through the mirror.

"Ghh…!" Joan was immediately suppressed. 'Nothing matters to this woman…! She's COMPLETELY emotionless and narcissistic! I doubt she even cares about her daughter! Fuck her! Fuck her!' More and more tears ran down her face, threatening to ruin her makeup.

Sheila licked her lips, constantly looking back and forth between the road and rearview mirror. "Ah… Young female tears. I love them. They're usually accompanied by the cutest squeals in bed… Or gurgles."

"Khh…"

"What? Are you wondering how I can ignore your pathetic tantrum so easily? I can't pity your situation. You have such a childish view of love. Why cry about a little ruthlessness? Isn't it the greatest show of love someone can give you?"

'What is she talking about?' Joan's curiosity was triggered sufficiently enough to pause her crying.

"Everyone adores the cute idea of self-sacrifice for love, but how is that romantic? Sacrificing yourself for someone you love just leaves them without you. So, isn't it much more romantic to sacrifice someone else?"

"What?"

"What is more romantic? To commit suicide for someone you love? Or kill someone else for them…?"

"T-that's a little…"

"Relax, you silly little lamb. I'm using extreme examples to make a point. Nothing shows more love than doing whatever it takes to be with someone. Sacrificing yourself for them is so dull and easy… Do you really love them if you can so easily let go by sacrificing yourself? I'd much rather whoever loves me kill someone for me than kill themselves."

Joan was surprised by Sheila's toxic, twisted view of love. "Does that have anything to do with why you're divorced…?" She risked a dangerous question, too curious to not ask.

"Pffft…" She sneered, smirking arrogantly as ever. "My ex-husband is a pussy. I quite liked him, but he refused to let me enjoy our sex life in full."

"What does that mean?"

"It means he was a crybaby about anal sex."

"Ah…" Joan paused. "You… Uh… Wanted him to do you in the butt? He was against that?"

"Hah…! Hahahahahahahahahahahahah…!" Sheila burst out in tear-inducing laughter; The type of laughter one gets into when someone else says something truly ridiculous.

Joan took note of Sheila's heavy, veiny cock hanging by her muscular leg.

…

"Ah… You mean… You wanted to do him in the ass?

"Evidently! There's nothing I wanted more than to break and crush his tight little butthole against the bed, but he was too much of a pussy. So frustrating…" Her lips contorted into a grin mixed with anger and malice. "So, I was veeeery kind and respected his wishes. See…? I do have empathy. You could say I sacrificed part of myself for us."

"And then what happened…?"

"What do you think? Incomplete love is worthless, so I divorced him."

"Oh…" Joan thought back to Glynda's comment about turning her ex-husband into an "anal addict." 'What did she mean by-'

"Two weeks after, my lovely friend Glynda seduced him to a hotel and raped his worthless little butt. He fell in love with it and is now addicted to getting his ass fucked like a dumb little doll… Or so I hear from the grapevine."

"Sh-she did that?! You didn't mind that?!"

"I did. But she made up for it by inviting me for a long masturbation session to the videos she secretly filmed of her fucking his ass. It was fun. Regardless, do you see my point, Joan?"

"Ah, yes. Your point."

…

…

…

"No, I don't!!! What kind of point was that freak story supposed to show?! How are you talking about it like it's such a normal thing?! Everything about that is unhinged!"

"Don't talk to me that way."

"Ghh…!"

"My point is: If I had been a little more 'ruthless' – as you say – and a little less 'empathetic' – as you say – perhaps me and my ex-husband would still be married. Instead of sacrificing part of myself, I should have sacrificed his little butthole instead. I should have raped him like I did with you. Ah, we would have had a great time together … I'd not give him a break to this day … That asshole would be gaped 24/7 with the shape of my cock …" Precum leaked out of Sheila's urethra merely from talking about it.

Joan was disgusted by Sheila's twisted values.

…But understood them on some level.

"So that's why you don't care about anal sex now… And also why you're so crude and ruthless."

"What a childish thing to say."

"What…?"

Sheila captured Joan's gaze through the reflection; It was impossible to look away from her dominant, conceited eyes. "You're an idiot if you think I was ever anyone other than who I am now."

"How does any of this matter in relation to Pyrrha and me…?" Joan's sadness returned.

"Hasn't my daughter offered you the greatest possible sign of love? She did not wish to enjoy an incomplete love with you. Is it so bad if she used a little bit of deception to get your relationship where she wanted it to be? Looks to me like she loves you very, very much, willing to gamble your bond in exchange for fully realized love."

"That's not love for me! She's just using me as an offering to please YOU! Where's the part where I want and like any of this?! I'm not a willing participant!"

"Oh? So there's no enjoyment on your end? You don't want any of this? You hate it?"

"Duh!"

Sheila swerved the car sharply and parked by the sidewalk. "Get out."

"Heh?"

"Get out. I approve of your relationship and will never stick it in you again. Go home and tell my daughter the good news. Or break up with her. Free yourself of this one-sided relationship in which my daughter is ruthlessly using you."

…

…

…

"I thought so." Sheila's grin grew wider than ever. The car moved again.

With a single maneuver and confrontation, Joan's frustration and sorrows were exposed for what they were: a big pile of denial. After being given the perfect out, she did nothing.

…She wanted to be there as Sheila's little lamb…

'A-ah… I-I always knew it… No wonder riding her raw changed nothing inside me… I had already become her pet a long time ago, hadn't I? I was just avoiding admitting it… B-but now…'

Now, Joan had no excuses.

She was in that car because she wanted it.

She was going on a date to be brutally fucked by Sheila because she wanted it.

…She was going along with Pyrrha's 'fetish' because she wanted to…

"Honesty feels good, doesn't it?" Sheila teased her.

Joan did not verbally answer.

"Nghhhh !" But her body did, releasing a large splurge of pussy juice that stained the backseat and smeared her inner legs; Her body spasmed multiple times.

How much of a right did she have to complain about Pyrrha's ruthlessness when she voluntarily accepted being Sheila's cumhole?

If anything, it was comforting to know that Pyrrha was perfectly okay with it; More than that: actively wished for it.

All of a sudden, Joan's resentment for Pyrrha was partially replaced by appreciation.

Appreciation for deceiving her; Appreciation for letting her cheat at will; Appreciation for being ruthless.

'It doesn't matter. I don't care… I can't forgive Pyrrha for any of this. I'm still just an object to her, no matter what sick view her mother tries to get into my head…! I hate you, Pyrrha…! I hate you, I hate you…'

…

'But…'

…

'…Maybe I'll let loose for tonight and be your mother's dumb little slut . I hope she fucks me really hard … I wanna cum so much on that fat cock … I wanna get speared and bred raw …'

Joan's inner conflict with Pyrrha remained, but her inner conflict with Sheila ceased to be.

…She was now a voluntary little lamb…

For the next several minutes, Joan's tongue dangled out; Her expression got flustered; Her breathing accelerated; Her pussy oozed juices; Her eyes focused on Sheila's precum-wet glans.

Eventually, the car had stopped.

"Let's hope they don't take long, shall we?" Sheila said.

"What are you talking about-"

The backseat door opened.

Someone was about to enter.

THUMP-THUMP!

All of a sudden, Joan was made very, very aware of the MASSIVE butt plug keeping her guts hollowed out.

THUMP-THUMP!

Her insides squeezed from a mixture of anxiety, fear, and anal pleasure.

THUMP-THUMP!

Deep down, she knew exactly who was about to enter the car.

It was-

"Joan?!"

"Ruby?!" …Joan's expectations were wildly off-mark. 'Of course it's Ruby! This is her house! I can tell by just looking out the window!'

Ruby sat beside her with embarrassment plastered on her face. Much like Joan, she wore an elegant micro dress, though hers was red and had an evenly short hemline. Ruby had a petite figure and was not nearly as curvy or stacked as Joan or Sheila, but the dress accentuated the perkiness of her rear and small chest perfectly, giving her a highly sexual look.

"I-I didn't know you'd be here!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Me either…!"

"Well, it's good that you are!" Ruby chuckled nervously. "It'd be too much for me to handle all by myself… Let's have crazy fun together."

"Crazy fun, huh…?" Joan reflected. 'That's right… Ruby is one of Sheila's fuck buddies. I saw her getting pounded by her on my first night here. She must have some sort of relationship going on with her for a while now. I remember Ruby calling Sheila "mommy"… Ugh… It's weird to slut out in front of a friend like this… But, this is really good, isn't it? With another pussy, it'll be a lot easier to deal with that monster cock.' She breathed a sigh of relief. 'I didn't expect Ruby. For a second there, I thought it was going to be me, Sheila, and-'

"Are we allowing elegant old ladies in the back…?" A mature woman said.

THUMP-THUMP!

THUMP-THUMP!

THUMP-THUMP!

Glynda entered the back of the car, sitting beside Ruby – in other words, on one corner, with Joan on the other and Ruby at the center. She wore a dress much like Sheila's, except hers was black. Her cock and heavy balls were fully exposed all the same, though hers remained perfectly tall despite its absurd weight.

She looked MASSIVE beside Ruby, forming an intimidating contrast due to her height, the meatiness of her body, and the unrelenting coldness of her faint smile.

"A-ah… Yes, Teacher … There's always space for you …" Ruby got SIGNIFICANTLY flustered right away.

"Really…? Even inside that tiny little ass of yours, Ruby…?" Glynda said.

"ESPECIALLY in there, just for you, Teacher …"

"What about in your pussy, Ruby?" Sheila asked.

"There, too, Mommy … There's always space for your big cocks inside my holes … Please breed them raw lots tonight …" Ruby breathed heavily, oozing juices just like Joan. "What about you, Joan?"

"M-me…?"

"Yes… Are you ready to get bred raw lots tonight… ? Mommy likes to fuck me with condoms because she likes feeding me the condoms after, but tonight is all raw …"

…

"Yes …" Joan answered without thinking, intoxicated by the heavy musk and lust in the air of the cramped car.

"Hm…?" Glynda took note of Joan's expression. "Sheila, what did you do this poor girl? She's completely changed attitudes."

"I simply imparted some motherly wisdom and she realized she's a whore."

"Really? Is that true, Joan?"

"Yes …"

"Oh, my…" Glynda licked her lips and brought an arm over Ruby's shoulders, sliding a hand under her dress to grope her small, braless chest. "…And did you 'ready' her, Sheila?"

"Ask her."

"Well, Joan? Are you 'ready'?"

Joan knew exactly what Glynda meant with her question, raising her dress to expose the LARGE protrusion in her midsection – a result of the gigantic butt plug stuffed into her rectum.

"Very nice…"

"Nghhh… !" Ruby received Glynda's excitement in the form of aggressive tit-squeezing.

Joan's worst fears were true: Her asshole would be broken that night.

Things could not possibly get more unnerving.

"Wh-what about you, Ruby…? Are you… Uhm… 'Ready'?" Joan asked.

"My butthole doesn't close anymore."

"Heh…?"

"It's broken forever … It's always gaped and eager to receive Teacher's big cock …"

"I-I see..." Joan glanced at Glynda's tall-standing cock.

A second ago, it was dry and veiny.

Now, it was GLISTENING with precum.

All of a sudden, Joan's deranged lust was poisoned with uneasiness. 'Sh-she wants to pound my ass with that…? Th-this can't get more unnerving…'

"It's okay, Joan. Ghnnn … It's not a problem if you think you can't take both their cocks at the same time."

"B-both… At the same time?"

"Yes… They'll make it work one way or another ."

Glynda grinned.

Sheila grinned.

Ruby smiled with a blush.

Joan's pussy and anus throbbed.

…Things got a lot more unnerving.

"Such a spectacle." Sheila said.

"Isn't it? I love teaching. With proper training, even the dumbest little slut can be a good little puppy."

"No wonder you're such a good kindergarten teacher."

"Don't make it weird."

"Aren't you the one making it weird by having Ruby so energetically pole-dance in front of us?"

"How is it weird to teach a young woman like her a viable career path?"

Sheila and Glynda exchanged a confusing mix of insults and friendly banter, sitting side-by-side, each with a chair of their own.

'Ruby…!' Meanwhile, Joan stood beside Sheila and watched in awe as her friend swung, spun, and did all sorts of acrobatics on the pole in front of them; All while nude and with vibrating eggs attached to her nipples and clit with sticky pads – though they were not currently turned on.

What called her attention the most, though, was not Ruby's adept pole-dancing; Rather, it was the ENORMOUS gape keeping her asscheeks spread wide.

Ruby was not joking. Glynda had broken her asshole forever. If there were better lighting, her anal walls would be almost perfectly visible. 'She walks all day with her butt gaped like that…?! Is… Is my asshole going to look like that after tonight too…?'

Joan looked down at her own crotch. Her pussy was currently gaped wide from how often Sheila railed it.

…Her asshole would likely look much the same soon enough.

They were inside a large, luxurious, dimly-lit love hotel room, equipped with all sorts of toys, and a large, round bed. Moreover, there was a side room with a jacuzzi, a balcony to admire the sky, a mini-fridge with snacks and drinks, and a TV.

The moment they got in, Glynda separated some of the available sex toys and ordered Ruby to get naked and show Sheila what she had learned in the past few weeks.

"Very good, very good! Do that spin you did last night for me!" Glynda ordered.

"What? You fucked her last night?"

"Ah, my apologies… I said we'd save them up for tonight, but I was so pent-up… You forgive me for busting a few loads inside her ass last night, right?"

"No wonder her butthole is so gaped… What an unreliable friend you are. That just means we'll have to go harder on the one pet who's all rested up."

Both mature women looked at Joan's nude body with lecherous gazes and smiles, making her shiver and clench – much for the misery of her plugged-up anus. They still wore their respective dresses, establishing a clear, oppressive hierarchy in the room.

Mindless sex animals were to be nude and wait for orders; Meanwhile, their masters sat and enjoyed themselves with wine, keeping their elegant dresses to prove they were human, unlike them.

A misreading, naturally.

Sheila and Glynda were not human.

…They were ruthless sex devils…

"How was that?!" Ruby's incredible spin went completely ignored.

"Keep dancing." Glynda ordered.

"Yes, Teacher!" Ruby got back to it right away.

'Sh-she's really good at it…!' Joan admired her friend's skillful flaunting of her petite nude body. 'She put on some muscle since I saw her getting banged by Sheila weeks ago. It must take a lot of strength and stamina to do all that…! Ruby, how hard did Ms. Goodwitch "train" you…? Y-you…' Her eyes moved to the area between Ruby's legs. '…You must have liked it a lot, huh…?'

Ruby was drenched in pussy juices. Undoubtedly, she was a submissive masochist who enjoyed being used by Glynda and Sheila, looking at them for approval every few seconds. The sweat accumulating on her body was irrelevant to her.

'I saw Sheila bang the lights out of her that first night… I think she gets shared by these two all the time… Ruby, you weren't always this much of a perverted masochist, were you? They broke you into being like this… Just like Sheila's broken me… I might become even worse tonight …'

"Ah, I do such a good job with my puppies. Isn't it fun? To have a puppy doing tricks for no reason other than to get your cock hard as a rock?" Glynda slowly stroked her own penis; It stood tall and turgid, covered in dense veins.

"You're far too cocky, you blonde bimbo. Ruby doesn't belong to you. I've fucked her plenty as well."

"Why, yes, but I'm the one who shared her with you in the first place. Must you be so combative about everything? You reek of insecurity, Sheila."

"I believe the reek is your little puppy's pussy juice dripping on the floor."

"It might be."

They cackled.

Deciphering Sheila's and Glynda's relationship was difficult. 'I can't tell if they're friends or enemies with all the passive-aggressive insults…! But… I think I know the important part…'

The part that really mattered: Sheila and Glynda fucked lots of women, broke them down, and shared their favorite ones with each other.

That was what they were there for that night: To share, like friends who meet over drinks to share stories.

Right now, Sheila and Glynda were, indeed, meeting over drinks: Specifically wine, sipping again and again as they maliciously joked with each other.

However, they were not there to share stories.

…They were there to share the cumholes they so mercilessly broke and trained…

Two things were simple truths: Ruby was Glynda's little puppy, and Joan was Sheila's little lamb.

And, though Joan felt uneasy about the two devils' oppressive auras and malicious gazes…

'I'm excited…! I'm gonna cum so much tonight…!' …She was also very, very eager.

Joan's internal conflict with Pyrrha would have to be dealt with later. Now, she intended to be the best little lamb.

…And make their cocks cum like crazy…

"Ruby, you're doing an excellent job. Sheila's cock is almost standing tall on its own!" Glynda giggled.

"I can't help myself if I'm so fit that my muscles suck up all my blood."

"Or maybe you just have a virility problem. Poor Sheila…"

"A virility problem? Me…?" Sheila glanced at Joan. "Do I have a virility problem, Little Lamb?"

"You definitely don't have a virility problem …"

"Really? Then why does my cock have such a hard time standing tall and straight?"

"Because… Because you have a dirty, cheating whore milking your balls dry every day …"

Sheila smirked wider, pleased at the show of submission.

"I would like to see that 'milking'." Glynda cut in.

"By all means. It's unfair of us to have the cute Ruby working so hard while my little lamb just stands here and watches. Joan, show her what I trained you to do."

"Heh? Uh… Yes." Joan had no idea what to do. 'Trained…?! You can say Ruby was trained… She's dancing like a pro on that pole. But I don't remember Sheila training me at all! The only things she did was blow my back out until I passed out every day… And then again and again before I even woke up! She's a sex psychopath! Does getting raped by a psycho every day count as "training"?!'

"Come on, Little Lamb… Get on your knees for my friend."

"Y-yes…!" Joan followed her hint and kneeled in front of Glynda. "H-hah …" Her worries were instantly erased by the arousing sight before her.

Glynda was so, so curvy and stacked. 'Her tits are huge… ! I wonder how they'd look out of her dress…? Her legs are so meaty too. Not buff like Sheila's, but there's so much to grab… And… And…'

…And her penis was monstrous, veiny, and musky, with gigantic low-hanging testicles appended to it.

The two tall women had equally massive cocks and balls. Any differences between them were only a matter of attitude and physicality; Cockwise, they were equipped to destroy any girl.

"Show me." Glynda commanded.

'S-sucking this is going to be difficult…!' Joan looked at Sheila for some form of support or encouragement.

All she found was the same smug look of always.

…Joan wanted to please it…'

She opened her mouth and…

"Ghlurgh… !" …Took in a full third of Glynda's cock in a single motion.

"Hoh…" Glynda was not impressed.

"Little Lamb, you can do better than that, can't you?" Sheila egged her on.

"Bhlrgh…! GHLRGHH… !" Joan SLAMMED her head down, forcing more of the GIRTHY, VEINY cock into her throat; A bulge formed, spanning almost the entire length of her tight neck. "Bhlrrrrrgh… !"

"Now THAT is quite remarkable…" Glynda offered a faint smile. "Not many whores have taken half my dick into her mouth. She might be orally skilled, Sheila."

"She's not done yet, is she…?" Sheila took another sip of her wine, looking directly at Joan. "My little lamb can go deeper."

'Deeper…?!' Joan could not believe what Sheila was requesting of her. Taking in half of Glynda's penis had already ruined her breathing and face, making tears run down and smudge her makeup and lipstick; Snot and drool were starting to leak out; And there was horrible pain in her throat and jaw from how the THICK monster cock imposed itself into her narrow oral cavity.

Still, despite all that suffering…

'She's oozing precum…! It's getting stuck in my throat…! Oooh … Tastes so good… ! It's even richer than Sheila's… ! Why are these dicks so delicious… ?! And the musk…! It's the best smell ever… !'

"It's okay, Joan… I understand…" Glynda caressed her tearing cheek, smiling kindly. "Half my dick is good enough. You can't go any deeper, can you? You did your best and deserve a break, don't you…? Look at how broken your neck looks… I wouldn't want to push you. This is the best Sheila could coach your throat to do. She's reckless in her fucking… Those hand marks on your tits and ass are so cruel… And I think you have a strangle mark on your neck? Poor you… She doesn't give you any breaks, does she? Slapping and choking away while running a train on your horny pussy every day… I understand."

Fake kindness, potentially to mock Sheila.

Joan could not tell if the two women had some form of rivalry, or if this was just another prank to bully Joan. Whichever it was, she knew Glynda's kind gaze was entirely fake.

…Sheila's condescending, judgmental gaze was the only honest one…

…She wanted Joan to impress her…

…Joan wanted to impress her too…

"GHLRGHHHHHHHH !!!"

"Nghh…! Woah…!" Glynda's jaw dropped slightly, genuinely amazed this time.

Joan had SUNK her head to the point of taking two-thirds of Glynda's gigantic penis into her face. The bulge in her neck now extended to her upper chest, distending her from the inside to make room.

In prior circumstances, Joan needed the pressure of Sheila's merciless hand on the back of her head to achieve such a feat; Now, she just needed Sheila's merciless gaze.

No matter how one looked at it, her body and mind had been trained by Sheila. How else to explain the WHIRLWIND of pleasure that took hold of her once she noted the satisfaction in Sheila's expression?

'She's happy with me…! Nghhhhh… ! I'm cumming, I'm cummiiiiing… !' The mixture of delicious precum coating her throat and emotional satisfaction from finally getting some approval from Sheila pushed her pussy to twitch and gush, raining a small puddle of female juices on the floor. "Ghlrrrghhhhh !!!" Consequently, her throat squeezed HARD against the cock lodged within it.

"This is incredible tightness…! I can see my veins through her neck! So much sloppy drool …" Glynda praised her further.

Ruby stopped dancing, impressed as well. "Joan, you're a throat queen-"

"You're supposed to be dancing for us." Glynda glared at Ruby, frowning; The sternness of her voice sent chills up Joan's spine.

"A-ah…! I'll get back-"

BZZZZZZZZ…!

"Mnghhhhh !" Ruby squealed.

Glynda used a remote to turn on the vibrators latched onto Ruby's clit and nipples.

BZZZZZZZZ…!

"Ghhhhn… ! I-I'll start dancing…! You can turn them off…!"

"No. Show us how well you've learned by dancing with your nipples and clit shaking."

"B-b-but…! My clit…! Nghhhh… !" She trembled in place, barely able to keep her eyes from rolling up or teeth from clenching shut.

"…Dance."

"Y-yes… ! Ghnnn… ! Mnghhh… !" Ruby got back to dancing.

How well, Joan could not tell. There was a gigantic penis spearing her head in place, reducing her vision to nothing more than Glynda's crotch, thick inner legs, and the hemline of her tight black dress.

That said…

BZZZZZZZZZ…!

"Ooooh… ! Nghhh… ! Uuungh… !" …Ruby's moaning and groaning implied great difficulty in her task.

"Glynda, I think your little puppy needs to hit the gym. She doesn't seem to be doing too well…" Sheila's commentary confirmed Ruby's struggles. "Maybe you should leave her to me for a few days. I'll get her in shape …"

"She's doing her best. And who said you're a good trainer? This oral slut here has yet to impress me." Glynda's controlled faint smile returned.

"You looked impressed a moment ago."

"I was, but…" Glynda caressed Joan's hair. "…Look at this poor creature. She's all red and strained already. Is this the best she can do? She's not even moving her head. Trained as she might be, I doubt she can genuinely service penises of our size with her mouth. I see now that it was nothing more than a momentary party trick…"

'You bitch…! I'm ruining my throat to keep your dick wet and warm…! And that's the best I get…?!' Joan vehemently fought back the critique inside her head. "Ghhlrrrgh… ! Bhlrrrrgh… !" …While fighting not to choke and pass out. 'It's so thick…! I can't facefuck this without a hand helping me out…! Ghh…! It hurts…! And I can't stop cummiiiiiing… !' Her lower body trembled from precum-chugging orgasms. 'I'm addicteeeeed !'

BZZZZZZZZZZ…!

"Ghhhnnn… ! Mnghhh… !" Ruby was also stuck in her own orgasming hell, forced to flaunt her sweaty body while her nipples and clit ached with INTENSE vibration.

The two women were nothing more than pets doing tricks to please their owners.

…Not that either one had much desire to protest…

"Just use her face like a fleshlight. Her throat squeezes in very delightful ways. You have hands, can't you? I've seen you facefuck before, Glynda… Don't pretend you're lazy."

"If I use her face like a fleshlight, what makes her special? I was expecting a hands-free deepthroat facefuck."

"Hah… You're so demanding. Don't go regretting this, then. Little Lamb, do that special technique we practiced together."

"Special technique…?" Glynda looked back and forth between Sheila and Joan, curious.

'WHAT SPECIAL TECHNIQUE?!' Joan, too, was curious. 'SHE'S MAKING THINGS UP ON THE SPOT! Can't she see I'm dying here?! I need to pull back…! I'm gonna choke out or puke at this point…! It's too big…! Ghnnnn… !'

Sheila subtly rubbed her own balls. "Do it, Little lamb."

…

'Oh.' Joan realized what Sheila meant. 'B-but… If I do that…' She looked up at Glynda.

The blonde woman stared at Joan with intense curiosity, not smiling.

…How much would her serious face contort itself if Joan used the 'special technique'…?

Thinking about that scenario fueled Joan with a feminine urge to see pleasure on the face of her admired cock's owner. 'If it works, she might go crazy and abuse the hell out of my face… But she might cum inside my mouth too! Her precum is already crazy tasty and rich…! I bet her cum is even better…! Nghhh… !'

BZZZZZZZZZ…!

"Ooooh… !" Ruby was willing to degrade herself to please the two devils.

'Fuck it…!' Joan would do the same. The oppressive, lustful atmosphere motivated her to descend further and further.

She slid her hand behind Glynda's massive testicles and…

"What are you- MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Glynda's head shot back; Her back arched sharpy; Her eyes rolled; Her teeth clenched tightly.

Joan had shoved her fist into her narrow, sopping-wet pussy.

SQUELCHSQUELCHSQUELCH!!!

…And moved it back and forth HARD and FAST, ignoring how her rugged, inexperienced walls CLAMPED tightly.

"MNGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!" Glynda's body entered a thrashing frenzy, bringing her hands and legs around Joan's head to grab and squeeze in euphoric panic.

Glynda was like Sheila: So used to dominating and pounding others that her pussy had little experience with being harshly fucked. The insertion of an entire fist – even Joan's girly one – was far, far more than she could handle in terms of pleasure and penetrative girth.

Unfortunately, that 'special technique' came with a severe downside.

"GHLRRRRGHHHH ! BHLRRRRRGH !" Joan's head was CRUELLY compressed in place by panicking hands and thick legs at the same time as the gigantic cock FLAILED inside her throat, desperate from the stimulation brought to Glynda's pussy.

In a matter of seconds, the area around Joan's lips turned into a swamp of spit bubbles, tears, snot, and precum; Meanwhile, Joan's moving fist got DRENCHED in sex juices.

"How's that, Glynda?! Are you satisfied with my little lamb's training now?!" Sheila taunted her friend.

"NGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU !!!"

"I don't want to just watch like a cuckold…! Ruby, get here, now!"

BZZZZZZZ…!

"Yes… ! What do you want-"

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"BHURGH ! GHLRUGH ! BHLRGH ! GHLRGH ! SHLRRRP ! GHLURGH !" Though Joan could not look to the side to tell, it seemed that Ruby had just become hostage to a FURIOUS, PSYCHOTIC facefucking session by Sheila.

Which one of the two pets had it worse?

"GHLRRRRGGH !" Joan, whose face was impaled in place by a massive cylinder made of meat suffocating her with a protrusion all the way to her upper chest…

"BHLRGH ! GHLRGH ! GHLORGH ! SHLRRRP ! SHLORP ! BHLORGH !" …Or Ruby, who was most likely getting her face MAULED like a gaping pussy by a thrusting Sheila…

BZZZZZZZZ…!

…While the vibrator pads on her nipples and clit continued to aggressively stimulate her?

Indeed, it was hard to determine who had it worse, but it was also irrelevant.

Soon, it became irrefutably clear that the one who had it worse was Joan.

"Keep going…! Fist, fist, fist…!" …Glynda recovered and locked eyes with Joan.

Alas, it looked like Glynda had more vaginal experience than Sheila. The fisting caught her off-guard but did not totally disable her.

And now that she had recovered…

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"GHLRGH ! BLRGH ! SHLRRRP !" …Joan was made to join Ruby in having her face fucked like a painless meathole.

The playful rivalry between Glynda and Sheila ceased to exist.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"BHLRGH ! GHLRGH ! SHLRRRP !"

"GHLRGH ! BHLRGH ! GHLORGH !"

All conversation in the room was entirely smothered by the sounds of two oxygen-deprived sexholes gurgling for their lives as their faces and throats got unhealthily pried and scraped by two tall, curvy, hung nymphomaniacs.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"GHLRGH ! BHLRGH ! SHLUUURP !"

"GHLORGH ! BHLORGH ! SHLOORP !"

Joan lost all track of reality. Her entire world became Glynda's crotch moving back and forth against her face, and her heavy balls swinging back and forth against her chin; All while her fist was stuck inside Glynda's drenched pussy, which had clenched so shut that it was impossible to pull out.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"BHLRGH ! GHLRGH ! BHLORGH !"

"GHLURGH ! BHLURGH ! GHLRRGH !"

At some point, Joan and Ruby had been positioned on their knees with their sweaty backs touching each other. Both their heads were held perfectly in place by the two devils' hands, used as holes to milk their huge, veiny, wet cocks.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"GHLOORGH ! BHLORGH ! GHLRRGH !"

"BHLRGH ! GHLRGH ! SHLRRRRP !"

Both girls drowned in masochistic pleasure despite the agonizing pain of having their faces, chins, and throats so brutally mauled; In fact, the pain likely added to the pleasure.

…It felt good to be dominated and reduced to a cock-milking oral hole…

Joan had a hard time remembering why she ever got mad at Sheila or Pyrrha.

Now, all she wanted was to have her face used to extract hefty loads of cum. The moment it finally blasted down her throat, her pleasure levels would skyrocket.

Still, that did not mean it was all rainbows and sunshine…

'I'm dyiiiing !!! I'm gonna suffocate !!! It's too big !!! My neck's gonna breeeeeak !!! Let my hand goooo !!! Nghooooooooh !!!' Her mind shrieked for some sort of salvation, even if it meant losing the opportunity to chug down Glynda's rich cum.

Thankfully, that salvation was on the verge of arrival: Joan's consciousness began to fade. There was only so much time she could handle having her mouth and throat impaled relentlessly. The crimson-redness and veininess of her face were clear showcases of how oxygen-deprived she found herself.

Slowly, everything turned dark-

ZAP! ZAP!

"GHLRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!" Joan's consciousness shot awake from an abrupt jolt of pain to her left nipple.

Or, rather…

ZAP! ZAP!

"BHLRGHHHHHHHHHHH !!!" …A literal electrical jolt.

"This wand is my favorite toy!" Glynda exclaimed with her most devilish grin yet; The adrenaline from facefucking and having her pussy fisted had broken her smug coldness. "You're not passing out until I cum!"

With that grin, she looked far, far more horrifying than Sheila.

Could she be more ruthless than Sheila?

"I don't care if you pass out, cute girl!" Sheila screamed at Ruby. "I'm not stopping until I cum down your throat! I'll snuff the life out of you with my cock if I have to!" It seemed that Ruby was also struggling with her state of consciousness.

Glynda was not more ruthless than Sheila; Just a different shade.

ZAP! ZAP!

"BHLRGHHHHHHHHH !!!" …An equally sadistic but different shade.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

ZAP! ZAP!

BZZZZZZZ…!

SQUELCHSQUELCHSQUELCH!!!

"GHLRGH ! BHLRGH ! SHLRRRP !"

"BHLURGH ! GHLURGH ! GHLRRRGH !"

Everything turned to chaos. Joan had no idea what was happening anymore.

The only things she had awareness of were the constant shocking of her nipples, which kept her awake; The continuous feeling of a RIGID, VEINY cock GOUGING her throat out; The STRONG, WONDERFUL musk of Glynda's cock and balls smothering her nostrils; Agonizing pain deep in her contracted midriff from the butt plug shoved into her anus; And endless ache and heat between her legs from cumming masochistically all over the floor.

All other senses were suppressed, including sight and hearing. Her brain could not cope with the sexual brutality.

…Or was it just the tears, snot, and spit forcing her eyes shut?

Perhaps her loss of hearing was simply a result of herself and Ruby gurgling maniacally while Sheila and Glynda grunt animalistically.

Amidst that chaos, who could tell?

…The room's walls sheltered a sexual massacre…

"FUCK…!" Glynda groaned as her hips lost rhythm; Her midsection contracted hard.

"GRRRR…!" Sheila groaned as well, though her hips did not stop in the slightest; Ruby continued to have her unconscious face HAMMERED.

A massive ejaculation was about to happen. The pulsating of Glynda's cock was all it took for Joan's consciousness to return, hazy as it might have been.

"BHLRGHHHHH !!!"

"Ghlrghhhh …"

Both women let out their final gurgles before…

"GRRR! KHHH! GHHH!"

"FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCK…!"

…The two devils' mad groans and grunts muffled all sounds.

Glynda's load was enormous and continuous. She did not spray brief, hot jets of cum down Joan's throat. Rather, she barraged a continuous thick flow that might as well have been a singular stream of pee.

…And it went on for so, so long…

"FUCK…! GHH…! KHHH…!" So, so long.

Joan's body convulsed from the excruciatingly powerful pleasure brought about by consuming the rich semen.

Right then, she learned another key difference between Sheila and Glynda: The volume of their loads. Glynda's simply would not end.

Joan's eyes rolled up, passing out-

ZAP! ZAP!

"GHLRRGHHHHHHHHH !!!"

"FIST! FIIST! FIIIST!"

SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

"MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" Glynda's eyes rolled up, gritting her teeth as her long ejaculation expanded into an even longer one, accompanied by irregular blasts of pussy juice out of her fisted pussy.

Joan's hand ached with pain from being crushed inside Glynda's wet hole. Her stomach inflated slightly from how much cum was being forcibly fed down her throat. Her pussy GUSHED sex juices, orgasming from being force-fed rich cum.

Still, despite all the pleasure and pain, her consciousness faded-

ZAP! ZAP!

"BHLRGHHHHHHHHHH !!!"

"FIST! DON'T STOP! FIST, FIST! MNGHUUUUUUUUH !!!"

Her consciousness-

ZAP! ZAP!

"Ghlrgghhhhhhhhhh …"

"FIST! FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!"

Her conscio-

ZAP! ZAP!

"…………"

ZAP! ZAP!

"………"

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

…

…

…

"I must say… I've never lost myself in a whore's throat like that before. Your daughter's girlfriend is an excellent pet."

"Isn't she perfect? You should try using her tits. They make the funniest sounds when you slap them."

"You know there's something I like much more than fat tits. Did you stretch her out nicely…?'

"Can't you see the butt plug?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean she can take it. What if I break her? Is your daughter gonna cry about it?"

"Glynda… Since when do you care?"

The two devils laughed.

Joan was half-unconscious, unable to properly register what her ears heard.

On an unconscious level, she felt immense happiness. She must have heard something pleasing; Something that made her feel satisfied with herself.

…She also felt intense anxiety…

The latter feeling likely had something to do with the wet, hot, throbbing object currently poking her asshole.

…

'HUH?!' Joan's consciousness shot fully awake. 'What?! Where am I?! What happened?!'

Joan was on all fours on the large round bed of the love hotel room, held in place by a hand gripping her long hair as a leash.

Ruby was in the exact same position in front of her, but still unconscious. Her face was a pitiful mess of semen, tears, and drool, with her eyes vacantly looking forward. Her nipples and clit still carried the vibrator pads, though they were now turned off. Every inch of her body was coated in a thick layer of sweat, and her throat had yet to fully return to its original shape after being so relentlessly rammed by Sheila.

Considering Sheila was nude and behind Ruby, that must have meant…

ZAP! ZAP!

"NGHHH !" …That Glynda was the one behind Joan, also nude, still using the electric wand to toy with her nipples. "I'm already awake…!"

"Who says I'm zapping your nipples to wake you up? I just like the squeals."

ZAP! ZAP!

"Oooh !"

"Wonderful! This girl is the best… You brought someone truly entertaining this time, Sheila. Hm…? Oh, how shameful. My little puppy Ruby still hasn't woken up? She's making me look bad in front of my dear friend. Allow me to wake her up." Glynda reached out to zap Ruby awake-

"No need." Sheila stopped her, raised a hand, and…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Nghh! Mngh! Ungh!" …Forced Ruby awake with VIOLENT strikes to her small, perky ass, branding it with deep hand marks. "I'm uuuup…! I'm uuup…! Sorryyyy…! Uuugh…"

"Cute girl…" Sheila pulled on Ruby's short hair until her face was directly under hers, forcing eye contact. "I don't fuck you for a month and you think you can pass out on me…? I expect better from you."

"It was too much…! I did my best… Uuuughn … I can't hold my breath that long…" Ruby offered excuses with a hoarse voice. Sheila had clearly wrecked her throat.

"That's no good… I think I'll have no choice but to punish you by dumping lots and lots of semen inside your womb. No condoms tonight, you know that, right?"

"God, yes, pleeease… !" Ruby smiled freakishly. "Fill me up, Mommy… !"

"Hm…? Could it be that you passed out on purpose to incur punishment from me? You're far too manipulative for such a petite girl. I might have to go extra hard so you learn your lesson, then. That's what you want, is it…?" Sheila taunted Ruby as unfairly as she always taunted Joan.

"Yes, yes, I'm just a dumb little whore! Punish meeee…!" Ruby ENTHUSIASTICALLY approved of being humiliated, however, unlike Joan.

…Until tonight.

Joan was willing to take anything tonight. 'I wouldn't mind if she bullied me that way…! I want to be bullied, I want to be bullied…!'

"Sheila, that's not how you punish these worthless sluts. You're playing into her masochism."

"Oh? I refuse to do neglect play. That's just boring."

"Pffft. Neglect play? Who cares for that? You just have to push them far past what their masochism accepts as enjoyment. Allow me to demonstrate on Joan."

"Huh? On me? Wait, wha-"

ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP…!

"MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!" Joan let out the loudest shriek of her life.

Glynda had shocked her clit… Nonstop.

The wand was continuously pressed against it.

"GHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN !!!" …Meaning Joan was made to continuously shriek as her clit endured endless electrocution, swelling up; Squirt steadily blasted from her pussy.

A mere second ago, Joan was begging to be bullied in her mind.

Had that changed?

'I LOVE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT ! CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIIIIIIING !!!' Not in the slightest. Joan was all-in on being the two MILFs' masochistic sex toy.

All three women were impressed by Joan's crazed smile and never-ending squirting orgasm. Clearly, they had never seen someone enjoy the painful zapping for so long.

"HAH… ! HAH… ! HAH… !" Joan panted for air with a hanging tongue after the wand was finally removed from her clit, now slightly bigger from swelling.

"Sheila… I think you found a truly degenerate 'little lamb' this time." Glynda was in awe.

"J-Joan… You're a freak… It's awesome." Ruby was in awe.

"Don't go praising her for being an adulterous slut. My daughter should choose better." Sheila was in passive-aggressive awe.

"Joan, do you enjoy being manhandled like a filthy little cumhole?"

"Yes… ! Please fuck me like crazy… ! Make me cum in all sorts of painful ways… !"

"I'm so glad you want pain! Then, let's work together to draw lots of sexy squeals from your virgin butthole, alright?"

"Huh? Butthole?" Only now did Joan take note of a relevant fact: There was no more butt plug inside her ass.

Glynda's thick glans were still prodding her gaped-out anal entrance.

She was about to endure ass-breaking anal sex.

That realization replaced her enthusiasm with sheer fear. 'I-if she fucks my ass the same way she fucked my face…! I'm going to die, right?! Her cock is as huge as Sheila's! I don't care how much my ass got developed, it won't fit! I'll break!'

"Joan…! Pay attention to me!" Ruby called out. "Once she starts fucking your ass, it's REALLY going to hurt! After a while-"

"After a while, it gets better and I'll love it?!"

"What?! No, it stays just as bad! It never gets better! It's painful as fuck!"

"Huuuuh?! How is that useful information?! You're just scaring me more!"

"It's so you don't get your hopes up! Just focus on-"

"You never tell me anything useful! When I asked you about Pyrrha's mom that time, all you said was-"

PLOP!

Everything went blank.

What had just happened?

Why was there a GUT-WRENCHING, AGONIZING pain at the back of Joan's stomach?

Why did it feel like her buttcheeks were splitting open?

Why did her abdomen contract so fiercely that her voice and breathing ceased working?

"Mnghoooooooooooooooooh!!!" Why did a FRANTIC wail come from behind Joan? "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…! Virgin assholes are the fucking beeeeeeest! SO FUCKING tight…! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

All those questions had obvious answers, but Joan was momentarily disabled from thinking due to hideous pain overwhelming her brain.

It would take her a long, long time to-

"Come on, horny bimbo! SQUEAL for me!"

ZAP! ZAP!

"………" Why did Joan's pussy lips start thrashing and spraying sex juices on the sheets?

ZAP! ZAP!

"………" Why did her nipples start aching?

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"………" Why was Joan orgasming so hard and continuously when there was so, so much pain between her asscheeks?

What a confusing, chaotic moment that was for the poor Joan. Thankfully, the fogginess slowly disappeared, allowing her to once more think.

The pain never left, though.

It was impossible to not be aware of the constant feeling of a HARD, THROBBING, GIGANTIC penis HILTED to the base into her anus.

"………" Nevertheless, Joan did not make a peep; Her voice was entirely suppressed by her abdomen CLENCHING around the colossal protrusion that pushed past her navel.

Her mind, however, was no longer suppressed. 'I'M DYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!' It expressed the panic her voice failed to. 'TAKE IT OUT, TAKE IT OUT, TAKE IT OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!!! IT'S TOO BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG!!! I'M GOING TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!'

ZAP! ZAP!

'SHTOOOOOP SHOCKING MY CLIIIIIIIIT!!! I DON'T WANT TO CUM! I DON'T WANT TO SQUEEZE MORE! I'M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!'

ZAP! ZAP!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!' No mercy was offered to Joan.

Why would it?

…She was just a little lamb…

"Won't you squeal for me?! I want to hear a squeal! I'm not stopping until you squeal!" Glynda kept on taunting her.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

'NHGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!' Her mind screamed and screamed. Feeling her insides contract with a massive cock fully stuffed into her virgin rectum was a miserable experience. Glynda had not taken it easy in the slightest, packing it all into her ass in a single motion.

In that moment of mindbreaking despair, Joan needed support, leading her eyes to quickly recover in search of Ruby's gaze.

The petite brunette was no longer in front of her; At least not in a useful manner.

"MNGH ! NGHH ! UNGH ! OOOH !" Ruby's eyes were rolled up, smiling euphorically with a tongue hanging out. "Yes ! Milk your cock with my pussy ! Thank you, Mommyyy !!!" She was fully immersed in being drilled from behind by Sheila, who had begun pummeling her during Joan's internal panic.

Since Ruby was not an option, Joan moved her eyes slightly up in search of comfort from Sheila.

A stupid decision, of course, but not one made logically in the first place.

Sheila's gaze was right there.

…Accompanied by a pitiless grin.

Glynda was likely making that same devilish grin behind Joan.

Inside that dimly-lit love hotel room, Joan was just meat for their enjoyment.

There was no way out. No one would pity her, who was exuberantly orgasming despite despairing.

None of it brought her any relief. The pain in her anus remained very much present.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

…But life went on anyway; The thrusting went on anyway.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The pain got worse and worse and worse, until eventually…

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"NGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!" …Joan provided the first of many wails. No degree of abdominal contraction could suppress her body's need to scream from having such a thick object rummaging through her virgin asshole.

"Just like that! Squeal just like that! I love it! But make it sweet, make it sweet…! Here, I'll help you out!"

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"MNGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!" The addition of electrical stimulation to her clit made it so Joan had no choice but to cum while wailing in agonizing pain, coating her painful, guttural howls with erotic sweetness.

"I love those sounds…! Keep making them for me, Joan! I want to fall in love with your voice!" Glynda's nature as an anal nymphomaniac made itself apparent. Now that she was pounding Joan's asshole, she got increasingly unhinged in her teasing.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Every single slam ended with a LOUD clap from their meaty lower bodies crashing together. Though the anal pounding had just started, it was likely that Joan's asscheeks were already red from aggressive, ripple-causing impacts.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"NGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU !!!" The chaotic stimulations did not come just from having her clit zapped, her ass slammed, and her rectum BRUTALLY pried open. Glynda's low-hanging balls swung like a pendulum, repeatedly striking Joan's sensitive pussy lips – and, sometimes, clit.

The constant shocking and striking made the area swell, spiking the degree of sensitivity.

…And Glynda kept going and going.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" The only reason she did not collapse against the sheets was that Glynda kept her in place by the hair. Joan had fully turned into a limp, mindless doll whose purpose was to have her guts rearranged to satisfy the sexual hobby of a sex-hungry MILF.

Things did not seem to fare much differently for Ruby.

"Yes ! Fuck my pussyyyy, Mommyyyyyyy ! Stuff it up with cuuum ! Shape my womb like your cooooock ! Mnghooooooooooooh !!!" The petite girl moaned deranged words of submission and adoration as her small body got RAMMED by Sheila. Unlike Joan, Ruby was unable to take in the full length of Sheila's monster cock, meaning their hips did not crash.

Therefore…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"UUUUUUUUNGH !!!" …Ruby got her ass slapped again and again to ensure she got branded by Sheila.

The anal brutality went on and on and on, keeping Joan stuck in a hell of anal pain, with her voluptuous chest swinging back and forth as ripples traveled across her round asscheeks thanks to Glynda's vicious balls-deep thrusting.

"This is the sort of tight ass I love fucking…! I'm going to break it wide open forever tonight! By the time I'm done with you, your guts are going to be shaped like my cock, Joan! Isn't that great?! Do you want to have a Ms. Goodwitch-cock-shaped asshole?! Tell me, tell me!"

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Joan offered her best response in the form of a guttural, mindless howl.

It never got better.

Time passed and passed, and it never got better.

The minutes went by incredibly slowly and it never got better.

Again and again, Joan hoped it would get better… And it never got better.

It just hurt.

Glynda was too hung for Joan's virgin rectum – though, virginity was likely an irrelevant factor. Sheila had stretched her out day after day in preparation for this moment. Most likely, no ass in the world could take furious pounding from such large cocks without bearing excruciating pain. For the anal sex to work for both people, the cock's owner would have to take it easy.

"Squeal for me, squeal for me! Make the funny sounds Sheila says you make! What does the little lamb say?!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"GHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN !!!" There was no such thing as 'taking it easy' on a sacrificial lamb like her.

"I'm cummiiiiing ! Your cock's so fat, Mommyyyyy ! My womb's gonna burst opeeeeen ! Uuuuuuuungh !!!" Ruby was receiving no break either – but she WAS having a better time.

Joan's life had been reduced to existing and suffering until Glynda was satisfied ravaging her asshole – something that would likely not happen anytime soon. 'I'M GOING CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! STOOOOOOOOOOOP! PLEEEEEEEEEASE! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGHHHHHHH !!!' Even so, she kept gushing squirt repeatedly due to the jolting of her swollen clit, resulting in more squeezing, which resulted in more pain, and so and so forth.

She would not make it.

As surreal as it might have been, Joan truly thought she would die if the anal assault kept going any longer. Even a single minute more would be too much.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" A minute passed.

A full other minute, however, would be unbearable and make her snap.

"NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Another minute passed.

Five minutes more would be all that it took for her mind to break.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGH !!!" Another five minutes passed.

…There was no end to it.

The miserable pain from getting her anus so ferociously assaulted kept her mind vividly sharp, unlike when Sheila choked her out or turned her brain to mush with womb decimation.

There was no way to mentally tune off. Joan would just have to endure.

'FOR HOURS?! HOURS OF THIS?! I CAN'T! I'M GONNA DIE, I CAN'T, I CAAAAAAN'T!!!' She spiraled into further panic, leading her to stare at Sheila for mercy – a decision made with zero logic and full despair.

Surprisingly, Sheila had been looking directly at Joan that entire time, salivating with a crazed smile at her anal suffering.

She was pounding Ruby but focusing entirely on Joan.

…It almost looked like she was anally fucking Joan herself…

What was going on in Sheila's mind?

Was she like her daughter? Was Glynda someone she adored bringing gifts to? Was Joan that gift?

Somehow, Joan knew it was not the right answer.

She did not think about it for long, soon distracted by a life-changing event: A hot, sticky liquid sprayed against the deepest parts of her rectum.

Glynda had begun ejaculating. Joan's mind was in such a chaotic state that it did not perceive the warning signs until the semen came out.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Spasms overwhelmed the blonde MILF's body, tugging on Joan's hair as her hips stopped thrusting, gluing their fleshes together to pour cum with as much anal envelopment around her cock as possible.

It was so, so much. Like before, Glynda did not fire voluminous, individual jets of semen; It was a singular thick stream of cum – an endless hose.

During the process of anal cum-hosing, Joan still had her eyes locked with Sheila's.

Right then, something got loose in her brain..

…She imagined Sheila was the one stuffing her ass with the biggest load ever…

"Ooooooooooooh …" That fantasy made Joan's eyes cross together, tongue hang out, and body enter a state of blissful relaxation, reaching what might have been the strongest orgasm of her life. All pain faded, replaced by HEAVENLY sexual ecstasy achieved through emotional satisfaction alone.

Joan would have been more than happy to remain like that for the rest of her life.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"MNGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!" …But she was an idiot for believing in Heaven when surrounded by sex devils.

"Your ass is chugging the cum out of my balls…! Oooooooooh…! This is the squeeziest fucking ass I've ever played wiiiiiiith…!" Glynda's voice was erratic, accompanied by panting and constant shaking.

Even so, she kept the electric wand glued to Joan's clit, zapping and zapping.

"MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!'

Zapping and zapping…

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGH !!!"

…Until she decided to offer a single, continuous zap…

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …" …Leading Joan's voice to die completely due to breathlessness and excruciating abdominal compression.

ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP…!

"………"

ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP…!

"………"

ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP…!

"………"

…

…

…

Did it stop eventually?

It must have, but Joan was not even sure she was awake. The physical and mental stress of the chaotic anal brutality left her thoroughly incapacitated.

Over time, her senses slowly returned, allowing her to take note of a few things.

Her midsection had grown into a small belly from the VAST volume of cum currently stuffed into her plugged-up rectum;

"HAH … HAH … HAH …" Glynda was sweaty and gasping for air behind her. Unlike Sheila, she lacked the severe fitness levels needed to quickly recover after pumping so much cum;

Her clit had become even more swollen after being electrocuted so much. Pussy juices continued to drip out of her soaked, twitching slit;

The pain from being anally penetrated had reduced, but only because Glynda was not currently moving;

The last thing she noted…

"Mnghh ! Nghhh ! Ghnnn ! Uuungh ! Mnghuuh !" …Was that Ruby's wailing and howling had become muffled and suppressed.

Her exhausted eyes recovered their focus, curious to discover why.

The answer was right in front of her.

"Ghnn ! Mnghh ! Uungh ! Nghhh !" Ruby had been made to lie on her back with folded legs, taken into a CRUSHING, OPPRESSIVE mating press by Sheila, whose hips SLAMMED at full force again and again, trying to bottom out in a pussy that simply had no room for her full length.

Joan had been fucked by Sheila many times and had seen Sheila fuck Ruby once.

The animalistic mating press in front of her felt entirely different.

…Sheila looked feral…

'Did she get turned on by seeing Glynda cum in my ass…?' Joan reached a curious, untested conclusion.

Whether right or not, the fact did not change: Ruby was being OBLITERATED against the bed, almost fully concealed from view by Sheila's large, muscular build; Only her toe-curling feet and sheet-grasping hands were visible. If not for her frantic, muffled grunting, one might have not even noticed her under Sheila.

Funnily enough, Ruby's grunts soon disappeared.

"Grr! Khh! Ngh!" The only sounds in the room were Sheila's exasperated groans as she put in the full force of her muscular hips and beefy ass to PUSH Ruby's womb deeper and deeper into her body, ruining her flat midsection with a massive cock protrusion… Or so Joan guessed.

It was not as if she could see Ruby's body, which had fully disappeared under Sheila's large figure, buried in the bed.

'She might have passed out… Sheila's got her huge tits pressed against her face and is pounding so hard… There's no way she can breathe. Especially if she's cumming… Heh…? Is that…' Joan was stunned by a growing puddle on the sheets, positioned exactly where Ruby's hips were under Sheila.

It expanded and expanded.

Ruby was squirting her brains out; The only sign of her existence for anyone but Sheila.

…Even after all that suffering, Joan wanted to get viciously pummeled by Sheila too…

"GRR…! KHH…!" Sheila's grunting got strained due to intense physical distress.

Joan could tell what was happening from experience alone: ejaculation. She was filling the unconscious, crushed Ruby with cum… While still thrusting.

Sheila never stopped; Not ever. Her hips were always in continuous movement, seeking to breed and destroy.

"Mnghhhh …" Joan accidentally reached orgasm from observing Sheila so intently annihilate her friend's pussy.

"Oh, my… You want to get going already, Joan…?" Glynda leaned forward, whispering into her ear. "I got distracted by watching my dear friend pounding my little puppy, but I think you and I have paused our fun for long enough… Right?"

Joan nervously bit her lips as she saw the wand approaching her clit-

"Stop." Sheila blurt out, taking the wand away from Glynda.

"Hm…? Are you feeling bad for this little creature?"

"No. I'm joining you."

"J-j-joining…?" Joan asked.

"Joining ." Sheila grinned; Her cock stood tall, veiny, and soaked in sex juices.

"What about my little puppy…?" Glynda asked, looking at Ruby.

The petite brunette was lying on her back with arms spread and legs folded, sporting a small cum belly that slowly reduced in size as fluids leaked out of her SWOLLEN, PULSATING pussy lips. Every inch of her skin was covered in sweat, and much of her inner legs and ass were bruised with Sheila's hand marks. Her expression showed zero signs of life, drooling unconscious.

"She's done for a while."

"Oh…? I thought you didn't mind fucking unconscious whores."

"I don't. But…" Sheila fixed her own hair up, offering an aesthetic view of her sweaty, muscular figure. "…I want to see how tight my little lamb's pussy gets with a cock up her ass."

"H-hah …" Joan trembled.

Chaotic as the sexual experience had been thus far, Joan was still filled with insurmountable sexual euphoria. Being degraded, abused, and looked down on by two large, hung, insensitive sex devils was like consuming an addictive drug again and again.

Sheila looked stunning covered in sweat, bulging muscles, and cum all over her monster erection…

Glynda had her ass painfully abused and dominated, tingling a growing masochistic craving inside her heart…

Ruby's abused, ravaged body stimulated Joan's excitement for the future…

Joan only got to experience all of that because of Pyrrha's ruthless approach to love.

…Her resentment for her redhead girlfriend disappeared, now fully replaced by masochistic gratitude…

"Let's get going!" Glynda lied on her back, folding Joan's legs above her head by locking arms under her kneepits – a restrictive variation of reverse cowgirl that Sheila had done with her multiple times before.

It was different this time, of course.

…There would be two cocks drilling her tight holes…

"H-hah… !" Joan drooled with enthusiasm as Sheila positioned herself to take her pussy from the top; Glynda's cock was already inside her ass, ready to pound her from the bottom. 'I can't move a thing…! I'm restrained…! They're going to KILL ME with their cocks…!'

"Fuck!" Glynda shouted. "She's clamping down on my dick…! This girl has a special ass…! I'm in love with it!"

"I told you she was a special one, didn't I…?" Sheila raised her own cock and released it against Joan's wet pussy multiple times, making juices splash all over them both.

"Nghh ! Mnghh ! Thank yooou… ! For calling me speciaaal… !"

"Hm…?"

"Please drill my pussyyyy… ! While Teacher drills my aaaass… ! Please, please… ! Make it huuurt… ! Fill me up from both ends… ! I want to look pregnant from holding so much cum after you're done… !"

"Little Lamb… You've lost it, haven't you?"

"Noooo… ! I just accepted my plaaace… ! I'm your slutty little lamb… ! An adulterous bimbo… ! Please double-team my cumrag of a body… ! Kill me with your cooooocks… ! Make me cry for pause and then keep gooooing… !" Joan's eyes rolled up; Her smile contorted itself in ecstatic madness. "Fuck me raaaw-"

PLAP!

Time slowed down.

Joan knew why. She had been penetrated all the way to the back of her womb while there was still a GIGANTIC cock buried in her inexperienced asshole – WITH cum swimming around.

For the next several hours, she would be forcibly immersed in euphoric sexual madness. The current slowdown was a mere moment of mental breather before total chaos overwhelmed her.

'Pyrrha… This is what you wanted, isn't it…? Are you happy…? I think I am… Sorry about being so mean to you. I guess I forgive you… As an apology, I'll let your mom and our old teacher go feral on my pussy and ass, alright?' She mentally wrote a message to her lovely girlfriend.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

"MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" …And then received Sheila's and Glynda's feral pounding. They did not care to let her get accustomed to being stuffed with two cocks at the same time.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGHHHH !!!" The thrusting began at full speed from the get-go, with Sheila and Glynda pistoning in perfect synchronization, driving their gigantic penises all the way in at the same time, and then scraping in fierce pullout together.

Of course, they never fully pulled out; The tips never left her vaginal and anal cavities. It was easier to keep them inside so they could quickly SINK back in.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

"NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" …Thrusting quickly was of essence to Sheila and Glynda's sexual styles. They wanted to slaughter the little lamb, crushing her pussy lips and meaty asscheeks with each violent crash, in addition to CRUELLY punching the back of her stretched-out uterus and rectum.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Joan's pupils constricted as her body tensed up sharply, going haywire from the amalgamation of sensations ravaging her insides.

There were two MASSIVE, VEINY, GIRTHY cocks SCRAPING her pussy and ass together. Their girths were such that they PULVERIZED the wall separating them while BRUTALIZING Joan's sensitive inner flesh with HOT, AGGRESSIVE attrition.

She felt so, so full.

The bulge in her midsection was ENORMOUS; An inevitable consequence of having two gigantic penises thrusting in and out together.

'I CAN FEEL THEM MESSING MY WOMB AND ASS TOGETHEEEER…! THEY'RE PUSHING EACH OTHER! THEY'RE SO BIG THAT THEY'RE PUSHING EACH OTHEEEEEER !!!' Her mind spiraled into orgasmic insanity as she felt both cocks sloppily hitting each other through her internal walls again and again.

There simply was not enough room inside Joan. The feeling of being stuffed was so grand that she would not have been surprised if her midsection burst open – a literal impossibility, but it was exactly what she expected from the two forearm-sized cocks drilling her anus and pussy together.

Within less than a minute, Joan had become a breathless, nonstop-squirting sex doll with crossed eyes and a hanging tongue. Despite the MINDBREAKING physical stress, her teeth failed to clench together due to exhaustion and lack of oxygen. Veins and muscles bulged all throughout her curvy, non-athletic figure. Her weak abdominal muscles squeezed harder and harder, instilling her with MISERABLE, HARROWING pain, even if accompanied by excruciating pleasure.

Usually, with such a degree of tight contraction, one would have expected the cocks inside to be the ones suffering. However, Glynda and Sheila were too hung, hard, and relentless to be affected by any degree of squeezing.

Therefore, the only result was Joan feeling more and more like her insides were getting agonizingly pulverized as her tightening walls were repeatedly speared through, punishing any degree of contraction.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Joan was in a hell of orgasmic suffering. Though the fierce cock abusing her womb brought great levels of sexual ecstasy, the one running a train on her asshole brought equally great levels of raw pain. When mixed with her state of breathlessness, fatigue, and overall physical distress, the only result was mental chaos.

She needed an anchor to stabilize herself, or her brain would soon despair and beg for pause again.

…That anchor accidentally showed itself to her in the form of Sheila's gaze…

…The muscular redhead was salivating with a mad smile, locking eyes with her…

…Sheila ADORED seeing Joan take the two huge cocks at the same time…

"USE ME LIKE A CUM RAAAAAAG ! NGHOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Joan drew strength from a well of sheer masochism deep in her gut, mesmerized by Sheila's dominant gaze, wishing to offer herself in full as a pet to be played with. "DESTROY MY HOLES ! POUND ME ! CUM INTO ME ! THAT'S WHAT I'M GOOD FOR !"

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"TEAR MY BODY APART ! GAPE ME OUT WITH YOUR HUGE COCKS ! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR NUUUUUUUTS ! MNGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!"

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"What are you, huh?! Say it to my face!" Sheila barked at her.

"I'M YOUR STUPID LITTLE LAMB ! RAPE THE FUCK OUT OF MY ASS AND PUSSY, PLEASE ! MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!"

It seemed that Joan's self-degrading submission was substantially effective.

After all…

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!!!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGHHHH !!!" …Sheila flexed every muscle in her body to SLAM harder than ever, almost pushing Joan off Glynda's hold with sheer force alone; Her inner legs, pussy lips, and clit CRIED from the painful, bruising collisions.

For better or worse, it seemed that only Sheila had the physical build to fuck that hard.

"Glynda, you bitch! Match my force! BREAK her ass!"

"Fine…!"

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!!!

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!!

Alas, it seemed that Glynda also had the build for it.

"……………" Joan stopped wailing.

It was just not possible anymore. Her entire body tensed so hard that she almost gained abs despite the absurd protrusions past her navel. Once more, a state of lifelessness as a sex doll was imposed on her.

So, Joan did the only thing she could: Silently exist as her body was stuffed with huge, thick cocks seeking to milk themselves with the wetness and warmth of her narrow inner flesh.

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!!!

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!!

Joan admired the increased bulging and sweat from the Amazonian body on top of her, railing her tight pussy stupid.

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!!!

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!!

Joan derived comfort from the soft, round, heavy breasts acting as a pillow for her back as Glynda savaged her anus with endless pain, making the cum packed deep into it swirl around to make room for her tip.

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!!!

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!!

Joan basked in the euphoric, ceaseless squirting blasting from her swollen pussy, showering Sheila's abs and crotch with her sex juices.

That was all the next several hours would be: Mindless slamming by the two large, meaty, hung women. Nothing else could happen to ramp up the intensity-

"Ruby! Bring the wand here!" Glynda shouted.

"Uuugh … Yes, Teacher…!" The drained Ruby brought the toy Sheila had thrown away minutes ago.

"Zap her nipples until she's squealing again."

"Yes, Teacher…!"

…

Joan had no complaints to offer, having long accepted her role as Sheila's little lamb.

What a weird thing.

…Enjoying being stuck in that sexual slaughterhouse…

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!!!

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

"GHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN !!!"

"You can do it, Joan! Just hang in there…! They're only going to cum inside you a few times before they switch to me, I think…! Do your best and cum a lot, okay? Squeeze Teacher's and Mommy's cocks like crazy!" Ruby offered verbal encouragement.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGHHHHH !!!"

"Keep that ass tight! Keep squeezing and squealing for your old teacher! Show me that you're a woman now! Milk my cock dry, you WHORE! I'M BREAKING YOUR ASS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" Glynda remained unhinged, enjoying Joan's tight, virgin ass.

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!!!

"NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!

"Keep doing your unskilled best for me, Little Lamb!" Sheila kept it brief, authoritative, and passive-aggressive.

By far, her words were the most effective ones.

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!!!

"MNHGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH !!!!!" Joan might have snapped.

Either that, or she learned to cum, squirt, and squeeze so badly that she time-traveled.

All notion of life and time disappeared.

The only thing she had awareness of was a constant sensation of painful sexual pleasure.

That detachment from life and reality only ended when she felt hot cum blasting into her womb and ass at the same time. The two cocks thrashed and flailed inside her, trying to break through the wall separating them as if seeking to meet and rub.

No such breaking happened, naturally; Joan just felt more agony and pleasure as her insides reshaped to endure the vicious rattling of two frenzied monster cocks pouring cum into her.

Sheila's cock fired strong, voluminous jets, splashing one at a time against the back of her womb until it got stuffed with semen;

Glynda's cock fired a single, ABSURDLY expansive stream of cum as if peeing deep inside Joan's asshole.

"Nghuuuuuuuh …" Joan groaned and drooled with vacant eyes. Her body had gone wholly limp, though still twitching in place as random spurts of squirt shot out of her swollen, pulsating pussy.

"I've never seen this little lamb so broke before… What an enticing sight ." Sheila giggled and pulled out.

For the first time ever, Joan did not feel intense stimulation from the pullout, too mentally numbed out and filled with cum to care; Plus, there was still a massive cock stuffed into her ass.

That said, even if she did not 'feel' it, her pussy most certainly did, SQUEEZING for dear life after being overstimulated by Sheila's fat cock for so long. Her wide-gaping pussy CLENCHED repeatedly, searching for the large member that was assaulting it a mere moment ago.

Her asshole would have likely done the same if it were not still stretched by a large meat club.

"HAH… HAH… HAH… You're not gonna fuck her pussy anymore, Sheila…? Hah… Hah… Hah…" Like before, Glynda had to catch her breath before she could resume anal sex; Her cock throbbed, letting out small splurges of semen at random.

Sheila caressed Ruby's hair, looking down on her while rubbing cum all over her small chest – their height discrepancy was immense. "This cute girl here is desperate for some love as well, isn't she? Look at how much juice she's oozing…"

"Yes, Mommy… ! Please breed my pussy like crazy… ! A-ah… If you two want to break me like you broke Joan, I wouldn't mind it …"

"Sorry, Little Puppy. I want to REALLY mark this girl's ass. I'll give you some attention later." Glynda said, shifting around with Joan until she was on top of her in a prone bone position; Joan's face and chest were buried into the sheets with cum steadily flowing out of her gaped-out pussy.

"Glynda. Take your toy." Sheila took the wand from Ruby and threw it to Glynda. "You. On your stomach. I'll fill you up from behind."

"Yes, Mommy !" Ruby eagerly assumed a prone bone position as well.

Sheila positioned herself on top of Ruby with fists on the bed for maximum leverage; Glynda did the same on top of Joan.

"Go, go, go… ! Smash my tight little pussy, Mommy… !" Ruby begged, salivating for another knockout-inducing womb pounding.

"…" Joan said nothing.

She was stuck in an introspective state from cumming so much.

The only thing in her head at that moment was her girlfriend, Pyrrha.

'I love you …'

PLAP!

"MNNHGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!"

45 minutes later…

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"MNGH ! UNGH ! GHNN !" Joan was once again getting her ass painfully annihilated on all fours, supported in place by Glynda's hand holding onto her hair.

"Nghh ! Ungh ! Ooooh !" Meanwhile, Ruby was lying on her back directly in front of Joan, getting violently pummeled in missionary by a sweaty, aggressive Sheila, squirting again and again.

Joan squirted a lot too, but not from anal pleasure.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"MNGHHHHHHHHHH !!!" Her clit was repeatedly abused by Glynda's favorite toy. By now, she could vividly feel it THROBBING even without any direct stimulation.

Of course, that was a rare occasion. There was ALWAYS some form of stimulation against her clit, either in the form of electrocution or because Glynda's balls swung again and again against it, striking so heavily that juices splashed around.

Suddenly, Joan felt her hands being grabbed by Ruby, locking fingers together.

Their eyes locked together as well.

Ruby was submerged in mind-melting euphoria. Even so, she wanted to help her friend survive Glynda's anal siege, aware of how difficult it was.

"Are you two holding hands?! Ooooh, that's so cute! Look, Sheila! Our pets are holding hands!"

"Maybe they want to connect in other ways too."

"I'm sure…" Glynda pressed Joan's head down.

"Mnhhhhm …"

"Ghnmmm …"

The two friends were forced to sloppily make out and rub tongues together.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

…While the chaos went on.

Amidst that chaos, one thing was a source of stability: Sheila's gaze. She intently observed every second of Joan's anal slaughter with a wide smile.

"Make them kiss like this."

"No, no, like this…"

…The two women played with their faces…

90 minutes later…

"NHGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!" Joan was once again getting mercilessly pounded by both women.

This time, Sheila was drilling her pussy from below while Glynda was pounding her ass on top from behind.

Did it make any difference in terms of sheer brutality?

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

No.

Did it make any difference in terms of orgasming?

"MNHGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!"

No.

Did it make any difference in terms of semen volume poured into her?

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SQUEEZE IT OUT, YOU FAT-TITTED COW… !"

"GRR…! KHH…! UGH…!"

No.

Was there ANY difference in relation to the previous bout of aggressive double penetration?

Yes.

There was no electroc-

"RUBY! GET HERE! MAKE HER SQUEEZE ME MORE!"

"Yes, Teacher…! Uuugh …"

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!"

…Everything was the same.

135 minutes later…

"Uuugh … Nghuuuh …" Joan was lying face-down on the bed, breathing slowly as her cum-covered, bruised body was finally given a break – even if it still twitched at random intervals due to mini-orgasms.

A perfectly reasonable thing. After all, feeling the RIVERS of cum slowly flowing out of her gaped-out asshole and pussy was a relaxing, blissful experience.

And, while she drooled away, exhausted and covered in sweat…

"NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" …Ruby endured an ANIMALISTIC double penetration massacre of her own.

Whatever physical stress Joan felt while getting pounded, it must have been substantially worse for Ruby, whose figure was shorter and skinnier. Both women could not fit their full cock inside her.

That did not mean they took it any easier on her.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGH !!!" It also did not mean she screamed and shrieked any less.

180 minutes later…

"NGHUH! UUNGH! MNGHH!" Joan was presently getting her asshole annihilated in a position Sheila had fucked her in many times before: A standing Nelson hold.

Alas, it allowed Glynda a great deal of leverage, pounding into her harder than ever before that night; It felt as if her cock reached deeper too.

…Or was it just her asscheeks getting used to being flattened by the endless hip-crashing?

Either way, whatever she suffered in that position, Ruby again had it worse.

"NGHH ! UNGH ! OOH ! NGHOOH ! MNGHUH !" …She was also getting pounded in a Nelson hold right in front of Joan. However, in her case, Sheila was the one doing the pounding; It was in her pussy; And the cock only entered halfway.

It must have felt unbearably painful to have her insufficient, narrow hole impaled so aggressively and repeatedly.

"MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" It likely felt very good too.

Ruby squirted all over Joan many times.

"NGHH! UNGH! MNGH!" …And Joan screamed in pain, feeling no pleasure since she was not getting electrocuted.

Did she miss it?

It was hard to tell.

…But her clit ached and throbbed, begging for zapping…

225 minutes later…

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"………" Joan remained held in the Nelson hold, though there were two monster cocks shoved into her now: Glynda railing her from behind, and Sheila from the front.

The internal pressure was too much; There was too much semen; Too much noise; Too much heart-racing; Too much hip-crashing; Too much cumming.

"Come on! Zap for me, Sheila! I can't do it while holding her legs like this!" Glynda complained.

"I don't care about your stupid toys! If you want to hear her squeal, this is how you do it…!" Sheila raised a hand and…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"NGH ! GHN ! MNGH !" …Drew pitiful groans from the overly-stuffed Joan by branding her heavy tits with her palm.

They would likely keep going with just Joan for a while.

…Ruby was unconscious on the floor, leaking cum.

270 minutes later…

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"GHLRGH ! BHLURGH ! SHLURGH !"

What was even happening anymore?

Joan had lost track of everything. If asked to point out what position she was in, she would not be able to answer.

Nonetheless, she could tell there was a colossal cock drilling her ass, and a colossal cock drilling her throat, pouring cum straight down her stomach.

That, and…

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"GHLRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!" …The zapping had returned.

Where had Ruby gone?

"Shluuuuuuuuuuuurp … Shlrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp …" Most likely, she was eating someone's ass.

Whose, Joan had no idea.

The only thing in front of her was Sheila's lean crotch moving back and forth.

'…It smells so goooooood …'

315 minutes later…

"Uuungh … Nghhh … Mnghhhh …" Joan no longer had the strength to moan, internal pressure considered or not. Her body had been thoroughly drained of stamina, and all muscles were too sore to work. If made to stand, she would simply flop on the floor like jelly.

Even so…

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

…Glynda kept pummeling her ass, now fucking her bent against the bed. Her feet hardly supported her on the floor; It was only due to Glynda's waist-holding that she did not topple.

Things did not fare much better for Ruby, who was near her, also bent against the bed.

"Ngh … Mngh … Ughn …" Ruby also groaned weakly despite Sheila's fast-paced, deep pounding.

"Aaaaah…! That's a nice milking…! Take it all into your tiny hole, cute girl…!" For once, Sheila stopped thrusting to relaxingly release semen into Ruby's inflated uterus.

During that process, she kept eyes locked with Joan, observing her anal destruction.

The truth was obvious: Sheila wanted to be the one fucking Joan's ass.

…Joan knew it for a fact even in her mindless orgasmic haze…

"FUCK…! FUCK! FUCK! SQUEEZE IT OUT, SQUEEZE IT OUT!"

ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

"OOOOoooooh …" Joan did not enjoy the same courtesy as Ruby. Glynda always entered a sadistic frenzy when ejaculating, torturing her through the full process.

After multiple minutes of voluminous release, Ruby passed out with her eyes open, drooling against the bed as her face sported a deadpan expression. No amount of pleasure could make her stiffened facial muscles twist into a smile. Even her body stopped twitching, turned into a statue of raw fatigue, bent against the bed.

"Slut!"

SMACK!

"…" Ruby offered no response to the harsh strike against her ass, which was coated with dozens of hand marks by now.

"Woooh…! This one's still up." Glynda exclaimed. "My balls have a lot more to shoot. I'm not stopping anytime soon."

"I'm not stopping either. This cute little girl will just have to handle it unconscious if she doesn't want to wake up for my dick."

"I'm up for your dick … Oooh …" Joan mumbled without thinking.

"Hm…?" Sheila was intrigued. "You want another round of double penetration? It seems my daughter's girlfriend is a vehement little pervert with bottomless lust…"

"No… I want your dick… In my ass… Hooh …"

"Oh…?" Sheila pulled out of Ruby and tilted her head, amused by Joan's request. Her pulsating cock was still tall and veiny despite having shot over a dozen heavy loads by now. "What a cute little lamb. I'm not interested in assholes."

"Yeah, you are… Uuughn … Coward…"

"What did you say…?" The smirk on Sheila's face was instantly replaced by a slight wince and scowl.

Glynda watched the exchange in silence, fascinated.

"You're just sour about buttholes because Teacher owned your ex-husband's ass… Nghh … If you don't do anything… I might become her little puppy… Oooh …"

Sheila scoffed. "It seems my little lamb has lost her mind. I'll have to go extra hard until she remembers her place…"

"Are you sure…? At this rate, Teacher will make me an anal addict too… It could be you… But it's going to be her instead. Ghhhh …"

"…"

"Too bad… Because it's your cock that I want in my ass the most ."

ZAP!

"NGHHHHHhhhh … Uuuungh …"

"It seems your pet isn't all too trained, Sheila. Don't worry… I'll teach her to be more obedient. Leave her cum-butthole to me, would you? Like you always do." Glynda giggled.

"Pull out."

"Hm…? Don't tell me you intend to actually fuck her ass. Don't bother. It's already mine. Take her pussy instead."

"Pull out." Sheila grabbed Glynda's shoulder, squeezing slightly.

"Hoh…" Glynda looked straight into Sheila's eyes, frustrated. "…By all means. Show us how much of an anal queen you can be."

"Nghh …" Joan barely felt Glynda pulling out. Every inch of her body was numb from so much fucking.

"Little Puppy, keep my cock warm while I watch the show, would you?" Glynda moved behind Ruby and inserted into her ass.

"…" Ruby remained unconscious.

"Little Lamb…" Sheila positioned herself behind Joan and pulled on her hair until her back was so arched that their gazes could meet; Joan from below, Sheila from above. "…You think you're close to becoming an anal addict, is it…?"

"That's right… Uuuugh … But I still didn't REALLY cum from my asshole… I need the right cock with the right set of muscles to fuck me into an anal orgasm… Oooh …" Joan's voice was beyond strained from all the moaning and throatfucking she endured.

Sheila said nothing.

PLOP!

Intense eye contact was maintained for the longest time.

Yet, even in that state of silence, Joan could feel the barrier between them shattering.

…Joan and Sheila were closer than ever…

…A deep, intimate connection formed…

…Both women shared a common desire…

…

…Or was it just all a delusion from Joan's head going insane because Sheila's gigantic cock had lunged deep into her cum-lubed rectum without warning?

Joan's eyes did not roll up; Her voice did not offer a howl.

…She was hypnotized by Sheila's intense gaze…

…Sheila was hypnotized too…

During that state of two-way hypnotism…

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

…Joan's asshole was slammed and gouged by Sheila, who intently sank her muscular thighs against her round, meaty, bruised ass and inner legs.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

It was a ruthless assault on the integrity of her cum-packed anal cavity. Though Glynda had ferociously hollowed her ass out with relentless pounding and innumerous loads – many of which remained stuck at the back of her anus – Sheila had an insurmountable physical superiority.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

No one could fuck as hard as her. The muscles on her large body conferred her an unfair advantage in the art of sexually slaughtering little lambs like Joan.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

For the longest time, they stared at each other while Sheila's hips continuously and aggressively slammed back and forth. Because of the power behind her pistoning, there was a substantially greater deal of anal pain for Joan – plus the usual suffering of feeling heavy balls smacking her swollen, abused clit.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

Eventually, something incredible happened: Sheila's intense expression converted into a wide, maniacal smile.

She was having the time of her life fucking Joan's tiny asshole.

That sight, in turn, stimulated a deep submissive urge inside Joan, making her offer an equally maniacal smile.

And just like that…

"MNGHOOOH ! NGHOOOH ! OOOOOH ! HOOOOH !"

"GRRRR…! KHHHH…! GHHHH…!"

…The two entered a hypnotized frenzy of anal fucking.

Every thrust felt good; What was once pain became pleasure. The satisfaction of seeing Sheila enjoy her anus so much had managed to single-handedly convert all the pain into raw ecstasy.

…Joan could not imagine anything more pleasurable than anal sex with the brutal, hung Sheila…

"CUMMIIIIIIIING…! GHHHHHHHHH…!" Sheila's teeth clenched shut. One of her eyes rolled up; The other twitched half-shut. Every inch of her body trembled.

…But her hips kept slamming.

"MNGHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!" Joan's eyes rolled up, and her tongue hung out of her mouth as tears, drool, and snot poured down her face.

Sheer psychotic mania. There were no better words to describe the frenzied orgasms taking place.

"KHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…!" Sheila came so hard that even her inexperienced pussy squirted, creating a puddle of sex juices on the floor while her cock drained into Joan's clamping rectum.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGNH !!!" Joan was not far behind, also squirting large puddles onto the wet, ruined sheets.

Their orgasms went on for several minutes. Even Sheila was forced to slow down and stop thrusting by the end of it, unable to bear the excessive stimulation of a narrow, sensitive asshole clenching shut around her ejaculating, pulsating penis.

"Ghhh … Uuuungh …" Ruby randomly moaned beside Joan.

"My apologies, Little Puppy." Glynda caressed Ruby's hair. "It was such a spectacle that I believe my cock got a little rattled. I witnessed one of my old students become a very hopeless anal addict live in front of me. You can't blame me, can you…?"

"Took one round with me to do what you failed to achieve all night." Sheila fixed her messy, sweaty hair up, taunting Glynda as sweat dripped down the crevices of her defined body – especially her abs, which were packed with veins from so effortfully flexing to pump cum.

Glynda laughed. "That's untrue. She was cumming her brains out with me too."

"Really? I think that was just because of your toy."

"Nonsense. But don't worry… I admire the good job you did."

"Oh? Do I get an A for breaking this whore's ass?"

"You get an A if you let me join." Glynda pulled out of Ruby and approached Sheila, standing beside her with a long, sopping-wet cock that throbbed for penetration.

"You want to fuck her ass together? Scrape dicks as we murder her little ass? You're simply vile, Glynda…" Sheila laughed, dismissing Glynda's request.

Joan would have laughed too if she had any strength left. 'She's never going to share my ass with Ms. Goodwitch… After everything that happened tonight, I learned her true feelings…'

After her divorce, Sheila had developed some form of aversion or disdain for anal sex as a result of how things ended with her ex-husband. Moreover, she CLEARLY had some form of complex about Glynda, who had humiliated her by turning her ex-husband into an anal addict. The 'friendly rivalry' between them was coated in deeply-suppressed resentment.

Therefore, the present moment had resulted in an important psychological breakthrough for Sheila, consequently forging a strong, unbreakable bond between her and Joan.

They now had a special connection.

There was no universe in which Sheila would accept-

"Pretty please?"

"Alright, shove it in with me, bitch."

'HUH?!'

Joan looked back at the two women.

Glynda was grinning.

Sheila was grinning.

There was no special bond between Joan and Sheila; That was nothing but a delusional misunderstanding caused by a euphoria-induced mental breakdown.

'Ah… Of course… When did I forget…? I'm just…'

…Just a little lamb, inside a slaughterhouse, surrounded by two ruthless, carnivorous sex devils.

Sheila had told her in the car: She was who she always was. Any deeper interpretation of her character was nothing more than naive optimism.

'I… Just have to accept it.' Joan relinquished herself to the slaughter.

"I've never done this before… I'm excited. Let's fuck an ass together." Glynda giggled.

"Yes." Sheila giggled.

And thus, Glynda began to insert her penis.

'WAIT…! WAIT, WAIT, THIS HURTS WAY MORE THAN I- GHHHN…!' Joan took back the 'relinquishing'. Her voice got stuck in her throat due to breathlessness caused by excessive tension forming throughout her body.

"Tight…! Tight…! Come on…!" Glynda struggled to shove her massive tip into Joan's ass.

Naturally; There was already a gigantic penis occupying that spot.

"Put your back into it. Honestly, how pathetic... I'll help you." Sheila brought a hand behind Glynda's ass and pushed.

"NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…!" Joan screeched…

"It's going in…! Fuck, it's tight…! Your dick's so hard too…! Make some room for me, Sheila…!"

"Khhh…! How am I supposed to do that?! Just shove!"

"Step to the side, step to the side…!'

"Just put your hips into it! I'm sure she can stretch out some more!"

'STRETCH OUT "SOME MORE"?! THERE'S NO MORE ROOM! I'M GOING TO DIE! I'M LITERALLY GOING TO DIE THIS TIME! MY BONES ARE GOING TO BREAK! SOMETHING'S GONNA TEAR! I CAN'T FIT- MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…!!!' Her internal screams did little to dissuade the two MILFs enthusiastically complaining at each other as they tried to fit two cocks into an asshole that could only handle one – if that.

And thus, they pushed deeper…

'GNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!'

…And deeper…

'MNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYAAAAAH!!!'

…And deeper.

'…………'

Eventually, there was no more pushing.

They had done it: By absolutely disregarding Joan's humanity, the two MILFs managed to fully fit their two monster penises inside her asshole, which had been a virgin until 6 hours ago.

"It hurts like hell…!" Glynda complained.

"Tch. I don't feel any pain."

"Yes, you do! Look at your face!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The two devils had fun with each other.

'……………' Meanwhile, Joan had broken.

Physically AND mentally.

The pain was too much. Yet again, pleasure disappeared, replaced by pure agony.

Was Joan even breathing?

She must have been, since she did not pass out. However, it must have been very weak breathing due to how full her midsection felt, forcing her abdomen to enter a nonstop state of PAINFUL, EXHAUSTED contraction.

"Why's she not making any sounds?"

"Little lamb, did you pass out again?" Sheila tapped her on the back of the head.

Joan collapsed face-first against the sheets.

She had not passed out, but that did not mean she was as alive as everyone else in that room.

Joan was entirely broken.

Nothing could draw sounds or reactions from her; It was doubtful that she could even be made to orgasm. The feeling of two forearm-sized members had snapped something in her head.

"Let's just fuck her like this." Sheila said.

"Sounds good to me." Glynda giggled.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

PLOP…! PLOP…! PLOP…!

"Not like that…! Thrust faster…!"

"You thrust slower…!"

PLAP…! PLAP…! PLAP…!

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP!

"Too fast!"

"Just slam her, would you?!"

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP…!

"How stupid are you?! Do it like this…!"

"Who are you trying to give advice to?!"

…The two women could not match rhythms. The pressure of their cocks pressed against each other got in the way.

'If it stays like this… I… Might be able to… Survive…' Joan's consciousness returned, able to catch a slight breather thanks to Glynda's and Sheila's bickering.

"Grr…! Screw this! I'm off-balance because she's not squealing!" Glynda said something scary.

"You're right. My little lamb is not playing nice." Sheila too.

They put their differences aside by blaming Joan.

That could not fare well for-

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

'UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!' Joan screamed internally as she felt Sheila's hand VIOLENTLY mauling her ass with cruel slaps.

ZAP! ZAP! ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"MNGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!!!" …And then screamed externally from having her swollen, overabused clit electrocuted, orgasming so hard that her insides somehow found the power to clench around the two monster cocks.

Nothing worse could have possibly happened.

PLAP…! PLAP…! PLAP…!

PLOP…! PLOP…! PLOP…!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"NGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH !!!!!" By abusing her for sadistic pleasure, the two women united, finding a rhythm to pummel her together, slamming balls-deep each time without remorse.

"I must admit, the way you thrust is very exciting!"

"You don't move so bad either…!"

Tears ran down Joan's face.

A twisted, mad smile formed.

'Pyrrha, they're breaking my asshole for you…! It's never going to be the same again after this…! I'm becoming a deranged anal cockwhore because of you…!'

…

'Thank you .'

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"NGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH !!!!!" Joan offered one last cry before losing her mind and track of reality.

Still, her consciousness did not waver, nor did the pain subside in the least.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

ZAP! ZAP! ZAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!"

An undetermined amount of time later…

…

…

…

"Ugh…" Joan's eyes opened slowly.

She was lying face-down against the bed with her head resting sideways against the sheets, drooling mindlessly.

'I can't move anything… I think I… Died… Uuugh…'

"Joan, are you okay?" Someone gently rocked her shoulder.

"Uuuugh…"

"I-I guess not… They went all-out on your butt…"

"Uugh…"

"W-want an energy drink…?" The someone tried to tip a can of whatever into her mouth, but she was too dizzy to swallow anything, resulting in it dribbling onto the sheets. "I guess not…"

"Who… Uuugh…"

"Huh? Who am I? Ruby. Are you THAT out of it…?" Ruby lied down to bring her face to Joan's level. "You can't even move your face to look up? W-well…" She looked in the general direction of Joan's ass. "I-I guess you must be spent…"

'Why's she looking at my ass…? NGHHHH…!' Thinking of her rear made her keenly aware of an ATROCIOUSLY painful sensation between her asscheeks.

That same sensation spanned all the way to the depths of her stomach, almost reaching her chest.

'They broke my ass…! It feels so stretched…! It hurts…! Ghhhhn…!"

"I-it was wild, Joan. I've never seen them fuck like that… I've never seen an ass so gaped either. You gotta turn around if you want the cum to come out, by the way. I think you have a few liters swimming inside you…"

"Uuuugh…"

"I was thinking of putting some ice on your buttcheeks, but it's probably gonna hurt a lot. Sheila really hit your ass…"

"Ghnnn…"

"Uhm… Is your clit okay? I think Ms. Goodwitch went a little too far with the toy… It might be a little too big…"

"NGHHH…!" Ruby's words made her keenly aware of the horrible pain in her pussy lips and clit. 'I feel like they're HUGE…! How swollen are they?! All the zapping and sack-swinging…! I can feel it all even now…! Uuuugh… My womb too…! How much cum is inside me?! I think I'm covered in it too…'

"I guess I should thank you… After they put it in your ass, they got really into fucking it together, so they didn't fuck me again. Though… I feel like it got a little weird between them… I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"Take a photo…"

"Hm?"

"Photo… Take a photo… And send it to me…"

"A-are you sure you want a recording of your body in this state?!'

"Yes…"

"Alright." Ruby did as asked. "Anyway… You should rest. I think even they will hold back on fucking you like this."

"Where… Are they…?"

"In the jacuzzi room. I don't know why, though… It's the first time I see them do a pause like this in the middle of a train-running session. I've been in a couple of these before, and it's just hell every time, so I'm thankful for the break."

"It's a slaughter…"

"I guess… But it felt kind of awesome, didn't you? We came a lot … I hope they do us together again in the future. Don't you?"

…

…

…

"…Yes …" Joan knew who she was now.

A cheating, slutty little lamb.

…

"Wait… Why aren't… Uugh… They fucking *you* right now?"

"Like I said, they took a random break a little bit ago. I don't know what they're doing in there. I don't even know how you woke up this quickly… I'd be out for hours in your place- Wait, where are you going?! Hey, Joan…! Can you even walk with that gape?!"

"Ughhh…" Joan stumbled toward the jacuzzi room's door.

Why?

That, she did not know.

With what strength?

She did not know that either.

With what motivation?

Raw curiosity.

Earlier, Joan was CERTAIN that there was some form of rivalry between Sheila and Glynda, and she was also CERTAIN that Sheila would have been territorial about Joan's asshole due to having an internal breakthrough.

She could not understand what happened after.

'I feel like… If I peek in… I'll understand better…'

Unfortunately, Joan did not manage to peek in. Her body was so fatigued and stiff that she tumbled and landed face-first against the wall by the jacuzzi room's door – and stayed there, drooling with limp arms and legs. If she tried moving in any way, she would fall on the floor.

Regardless, it was enough.

…She could hear into the room…

"-That bad of an idea?" Sheila said.

"I never said it was." Glynda said.

"You implied it with your nasty face. Then, shall we do it?"

"And what pets will we take?"

"No pets. A trip with just the two of us."

"Oh…?" Glynda paused. "I don't know how long I can handle without one of my pets to drain into."

"How pitifully horny of you, Glynda. Do you have cock for brains? Maybe that's why your erection holds so tall all the time. To be so hard after releasing so much semen is simply barbaric."

"Aren't you a hypocrite? Look at your own cock."

Sheila chuckled. "You're right. Then, if we both have such troublesome cocks, we'll just have to find other ways to please ourselves."

"Other ways… I thought you would suggest we should find new pets during our trip."

"I wonder… I was thinking all sorts of things could be possible."

"All sorts of things…?"

"For instance… You could teach me all about breaking a woman's asshole."

"Didn't you already show plentiful proficiency with your little lamb's asshole?"

"I wonder if that's what I meant…?"

…

There was a period of silence. Sheila and Glynda must have been looking at each other without saying anything.

"By the way… I like the way you thrust." Sheila broke the silence.

"Do you…?"

"Yes…"

"It WAS fun to stretch her out together." Glynda giggled.

"Yes… But it's a shame you're still so hard. I guess my little lamb isn't as good of a milker as I thought."

"Maybe… It WOULD be a shame to leave this relaxing jacuzzi just to shoot a few more loads. And I do think your dear Joan is far too broken and loose to keep going for tonight."

"Maybe I could help with that, then."

"Maybe you could."

…

Another period of silence.

And then…

SCHLUSH…! SCHLUSH…!

"Mnhhhhmmm …"

"Nghmmmm …"

What was happening inside the jacuzzi?

Why did it sound like there were two tongues sloppily making out with each other?

…

…

…

'Ah…' Joan had a grand epiphany.

She had made a colossal misunderstanding throughout the night.

The reason Sheila so excitedly observed Joan getting her ass pounded by Glynda had nothing to do with a fervent desire to have the anal sex she bitterly missed out on with her ex-husband; It had nothing to do with Joan.

Rather, it had everything to do with her friend, Glynda.

There was no rivalry between them. Instead, they had another type of bond; A repressed one that was coming to light only now – perhaps because of the fun they had fucking Joan's ass together.

All that time, whenever Sheila drooled and marveled at Glynda fucking Joan's ass, what she was really fantasizing about was-

"Uuuugh…" Joan's head ached from sheer dizziness, cutting off her train of thought.

Nevertheless, there was no need to think too much to understand her epiphany.

"Hnmmmm …"

"Nghhhmmm …"

SCLUSH…! SCLUSH…!

…Was it not obvious on its face?

Late in the morning, Joan finally returned home with Sheila.

Firstly, she took a shower, miraculously avoiding falling asleep or passing out.

Secondly, she collapsed on the bed of the guest room.

Thirdly…

"Joan?"

…She woke up to the voice of her girlfriend beside her.

"Nghh…? Pyrrha…?"

"Hey. We have to go in around an hour. I figured I'd come and wake you up."

"Ah… Is that so…?" Joan got up as best as she could – which was another way of saying 'very slowly', thanks to the soreness accumulated throughout her body and the VERY wide gape still present inside her pants. "We leave soon. Did your mom-"

"Mom says she wants to talk to us before we go."

'Oh… She's going to tell us she approves of our relationship, I'm sure. Hm…? Why does Pyrrha look so nervous…? Ah…!'

Joan's memory came back in full swing: The last time they had a conversation, it ended with her visibly upset. Pyrrha was likely afraid that there was a problem between them.

Even though Joan never openly expressed her frustration at being 'used', it must have been obvious – hence Pyrrha's nervousness.

"Pyrrha, I love you!" Joan hugged Pyrrha.

"A-ah…! I love you too!"

"I love you more than anything! And… You know what?"

"What?"

Joan brought her lips to Pyrrha's ear. "I also think your mom is pretty cool ."

"O-oh …" Pyrrha grabbed Joan's waist hard. "Really?"

"Yes … Last night was wild. But I won't tell you what we did. It's a mother-and-daughter-in-law secret. Oh, but Ms. Goodwitch did join us! Isn't that crazy?"

Pyrrha's breathing accelerated SHARPLY, flustered.

"By the way… You're good with phones, aren't you? Could you help me with something?"

"What is it…?"

Joan grabbed her phone, touched the screen a little, and then gave it over to Pyrrha.

The moment Pyrrha took it, her eyes were mesmerized by the image on the screen.

…Joan had left open the photo Ruby sent her…

"Is something wrong? Why are you looking at my phone like that?" Joan teased her.

"No reason … H-hah …" Pyrrha feigned ignorance and removed the photo from the screen. "What did you want help with?"

"Actually, I forgot." Joan took the phone back. 'I just wanted to see what face she'd make. I knew it… You don't NEED to know how hard your mom bangs me, but you sure love being aware.'

"Shall we go talk to my mom?"

"Yes…" Joan grabbed Pyrrha's hands and looked her deep in the eyes. "…But I want to say something first.

"What…?"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. I love you exactly as you are. If you ever want to be 'more honest' with me… I'll gladly take you, okay?"

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Pyrrha burned red like never before.

She was incapable of owning up to her compulsion. 'I'm not as ruthless as you or your mother, so I won't push you on this, Pyrrha.'

…

'But… I do think I learned a little bit about the value of being ruthless in love… So maybe I'll push you a LITTLE bit… Sorry if that makes me petty.'

"Joan? Why are you smiling like that?"

"No reason. Hey, Pyrrha… Do you really love me?"

"Of course."

"I'd do anything for you… No, I DID anything for you this month. Would you do anything for ME…?"

"Of course!"

"Okay!" Joan hugged her tightly, squishing their large breasts together. "I'll hold you to that."

"What's that supposed to mean…?"

"It's supposed to mean…" She lowered her voice, whispering. "…That I put up with a lot of bullshit for you, so you better give me something in return before we leave."

Never before had Joan spoken with such a threatening tone to her loved one.

"What… Would that be…?"

"A little bit of honesty."

"I don't… Understand."

"You'll get it."

Joan and Pyrrha sat together on the living room couch; Sheila sat on a chair in front of them, wearing her favorite purple micro bikini top and loincloth – a domestic Sheila staple.

"You look awful, Joan. Was our night out that tiring for you?" Sheila promptly teased Joan's eye bags and overall physical exhaustion.

"You would know. Weren't you there?"

"Indeed I was." Her ever-present smirk remained alive and well – perhaps stronger than ever, after having witnessed a thoroughly broken Joan cumming and begging. "Your girlfriend and I bonded a lot last night, Sweety."

"I'm so glad …" Pyrrha blushed from imagining what Sheila and Joan did last night.

'She doesn't need to imagine anything. I showed her that photo. Your mom fucked the shit out of my virgin ass, Pyrrha… Her and her friend.'

"In any case… You two have to leave soon, so let me get to it. Ah, I'll feel so lonely without that fat cleavage gracing my eyes every day." Sheila rubbed her cock over the sheer loincloth, making its shape erotically apparent. "Pyrrha. You've chosen a frustratingly annoying girl to date."

"H-heh?"

"…But she charmed me and I realized how special of a girl she is. I quite like her. The end."

Pyrrha smiled very, very widely, happy that her hard-to-please passive-aggressive mother actually approved of Joan.

"I hope you two will be very happy together. Oh, but…" Her eyes locked with Pyrrha's. "…Don't go trying to upgrade again. You have a very good one there. Be mindful."

"I-I love Joan! I'd never switch her for anyone!"

"Delightful. Do visit again soon. I'll be very eager to go on another night out with you, Joan …"

"I-I'd like that too …"

"Then, that's that." Sheila got up. "You two have to get going, so-"

"Before that, I have something to say!" Joan cut in.

"Hm…?" Sheila sat back down, intrigued.

"J-Joan…?" Pyrrha was surprised by Joan's tense facial expression.

"This is something I've wanted to say for a while now. I spent a lot of time with you, Sheila. When I first met you, I didn't like you very much. But after spending so much time with you, my opinion has changed."

"Oh…?" Sheila tilted her head, ready to be praised endlessly.

"Yes. I realized you're a BITCH!"

…

…

…

"Hah?"

"You're a BITCH! And a HAG! BITTER TOO! I've never met such a BITCHY woman in my life! You couldn't be a bigger BITCH even if you tried it! When I see a female dog on the street, I think: Look! It's my girlfriend's mom! Because you're a BITCH!" Veins popped all over her face, hysterical from the adrenaline rush that came with the barrage of insults.

Joan had planned to call Sheila a bitch after getting her approval – ESPECIALLY after her 'betrayal' last night.

"BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!" …That said, she did accidentally lose herself in it. "BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!! MY MOTHER-IN-LAW IS A BITCH! IT SAYS BITCH IN YOUR ID! IF YOU WERE A DOG, I'D HAVE NAMED YOU BITCH! IF YOU EVER GET ARRESTED FOR SOMETHING, THEY CAN'T CONDEMN YOU, BECAUSE ANIMALS CAN'T BE CHARGED WITH CRIMES!" She paused, catching her breath. "BECAUSE YOU'RE A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!"

The atmosphere in the room got heavy.

On its face, Joan's deranged breakdown might have been funny or amusing. Some people might have even respected her decision to stand up for herself and call out the abusive way in which Sheila treated her throughout the month.

Sheila was not that type of person.

Under no circumstances did she see a challenge to her authority as positive.

The ever-present smirk on her smug face disappeared, replaced by suppressed anger. Most likely, she was severely reconsidering her decision to approve of Joan and Pyrrha.

Why had Joan taken such a risk after so much hard work?

'Because I can be ruthless too!' Joan looked straight at Pyrrha.

Her girlfriend was the most shocked of all, glaring with a slightly-ajar mouth. There was a significant chance she had never seen a young woman challenging her mother so brazenly.

"Little lamb-"

"I-I…!" Pyrrha shot to her feet, cutting her mother off.

Sheila and Joan stared at Pyrrha.

"I-I… About what Joan said…! I-I…!"

…

"I THINK YOU'RE A BITCH TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Pyrrha made the bravest decision of her life.

Joan's jaw dropped, smiling.

Sheila's jaw dropped, not smiling whatsoever.

"IN THE DICTIONARY, THERE'S A PHOTO OF YOU BESIDE THE WORD 'BITCH'! BECAUSE YOU'RE A HUMONGOUS BITCH! THE BIGGEST BITCH! A BUFFED-OUT BITCH! BIIIIIITCH!"

"BITCH!"

"BITCH!"

"BIIIIIIIIIITCH!"

The two young women screamed again and again, getting sweaty from hysteria alone.

Yet, amidst that moment of silly madness, they held hands, locking fingers together.

"I LOVE YOU, AND I THINK YOU'RE COOL! BUT YOU'RE THE BITCHEST BIIIIIITCH!"

"BITCH!"

"YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH! THAT'S WHY DAD LEFT YOUR MUSCLED ASS! BECAUSE YOU'RE A BITCH!"

"Heh?! HE left HER?!"

"…He filed the paperwork, but I'm the one who-"

"BIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!"

"BITCH! LYING BITCH! BIIIIITCH!"

How long did they go on for?

It was hard to tell. Joan felt amazing euphoria from seeing her girlfriend break out of her self-imposed shackles regarding her mother.

Openly insulting Sheila was a huge risk and could have cost their entire relationship.

Nonetheless, Joan did it anyway, hoping that Pyrrha would jump on the bandwagon and express herself against her mother for once.

'I don't want to live a half-assed love with a girl who can't stand up to her mother even a little bit! Pyrrha knows her mom is a bitch! I could tell that she was holding back when we spoke the other day. That's why I took this huge gamble!'

In the end, it paid off. Pyrrha broke free from her mother's authority, even if in a silly way.

Ruthlessness turned out to be a great way to achieve fully realized love; A lesson Joan learned from Sheila.

"…" Sheila might have regretted it now, offering the falsest smirk of her life to avoid admitting to feeling humiliated or angry.

"BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!"

"BITCHY BITCH! BITCHEST BITCH!"

Indeed, to the very end of their unhinged rant, Sheila said and did nothing.

Her eyes, however, conveyed a direct message to Joan: Sheila would not forget the disrespect.

'Ghhnn …'

…Her pussy and ass were happy to know that…

For the first few days after their return, Pyrrha was in a state of continued and comical anxiety over having stood up to her mother.

After that…

"You're so big right now… ! Nghh … Fuck …" …Joan just fucked her out of it by riding her cock every night for multiple hours.

It had become very, very easy to get Pyrrha hard and excited for hours without end.

"It's so big that it almost reminds me of your mom's huge boners behind that loincloth… ! Ah, but hers is bigger, isn't it…? Mnghhh… ! You're cumming so much… ! Oooooh… !"

"Khhh…! Grrrr…!"

The barrier between Joan and Pyrrha was still very much present, but it was now thin and fully transparent. Joan knew exactly who Pyrrha was and what she wanted, and Pyrrha knew that Joan knew.

They never explicitly talked about it; An open secret.

"I'm gonna…! Shoot again…! Khhhh…!"

"I'm squirting, I'm squirtiiiiing… !"

It was fine. The transparent barrier was more than enough.

They went on for two more hours…

"Hah… Hah… Hah…" Joan rested on her side after cumming her brains out from being drilled by Pyrrha. 'She came nine times inside me… Pyrrha, you're not your mom, but you have it in you, don't you? I'm all pounded out… Uuungh …'

"Woah…"

"Hm…? What is it?" Joan noted Pyrrha looking at something on her phone.

"My mom went on a trip and just sent me a photo."

"A trip?" Joan moved beside Pyrrha to peek.

The photo showed Sheila wearing a white micro bikini top and a long purple skirt, which did little to conceal the monster penis behind it due to the presence of a huge erection-tent.

Beside her, Glynda wore the same outfit, but black instead; The erection was equally visible.

…And they wore sunglasses, Hawaiian floral necklaces, and floral straw hats. Moreover, they each had a coconut cocktail in one hand and did a peace sign with the other.

"Y-your mom looks ridic-"

"Cute and Happy!"

"Heh…?!"

"She looks so cute and happy! I wonder why. I'm surprised to see Ms. Goodwitch with her. I didn't know they planned to go on a trip together."

"H-happy, huh…?" Joan examined Sheila's expression again.

Perhaps there was happiness there that only a daughter could see.

All Joan saw was a devilish smirk and a faint smile. Cute and happy or not, Sheila was who she always was: A ruthless sex devil. As far as Joan cared, Sheila had not changed in the least since they met.

Joan, on the other hand, had changed.

"When your mom gets back, I'll have to visit her. Alone."

"Alone…?"

"Yes. To apologize for being so disrespectful to her."

"I need to apologize too."

"I'll apologize for the both of us ."

"O-oh …"

"And maybe to Ms. Goodwitch too. Maybe I was disrespectful to her as well." Joan smiled mischievously.

She had become ruthless in her own way.