Chapter 153: Chapter 153 – Addictive Pain

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 92 (+3)]

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 76 (+2)]

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 95 (+2)]

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Those notifications kept blinking at the edge of my vision, a digital soundtrack to the chaos I was creating. With a guttural groan, I emptied myself into Delilah’s waiting depths. A thick, hot flood filled every crevice, overflowing and streaming down her thighs onto the sheets below.

“MOOOOOOOOOAAH!!” Delilah’s cry shattered the air, her body convulsing in what must have been her umpteenth climax of the night. She finally went limp, collapsing face-first into the mattress, her elegant frame trembling weakly. Her fluffy white cow tail hung limp.

Yet, despite that, both my cow and my pig still had a feverish glint in their eyes. The stamina of high-level Awakeners was truly something else.

“Master…” Gwenneth whimpered from atop her mother’s back, her voice pleading. “Me too… I want more…”

Delilah, though exhausted, gave a slow nod. “Mommy… can also take more, Master…”

Hearing this, Angeline snorted in annoyance.

“Mom! Sis! Enough! My turn! I’ve been the most patient! It’s my turn now! Right, Master?” She turned to me with eyes sparkling with desperate hope.

I laughed, pulling my throbbing cock from Delilah’s soaked passage.

“Since you’ve been so patient, my little Bunny,” I said, my voice hoarse, “I’ll give you special treatment.”

Angeline’s face immediately lit up.

“What kind of treatment, Master?” she asked, full of anticipation.

I smiled, a smile that made her squirm. “I’m going to fuck your ass. Hard.”

Angeline’s expression shifted. Her already flushed cheeks burned even brighter. Her eyes widened, a mix of shock, fear, and… unmistakeable, wild excitement. “M-My… my butt? But… Master’s cock is so big… it’ll tear me apart…”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I teased, stroking her cheek.

Her little heart was pounding, and from her face, I knew she was caught between terror and sheer arousal.

I stood up on the bed. I grabbed Angeline’s light frame and positioned her until her plump, pert little rear was perfectly aligned with my massive erection. I pulled out her rabbit tail anal plug, making her sigh with loss. Her small, pink pucker looked utterly fragile compared to my thick, glistening shaft, slick with various fluids.

“Get ready, little Bunny,” I warned.

She nodded, bit her lip, and squeezed her eyes shut.

I didn’t use much lube—just the remnants of Delilah’s juices and my own seed coating my length. I aimed the broad head of my cock at her tiny entrance and pressed against it.

Then, with one powerful thrust of my hips, I speared inside.

“AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!”

Angeline’s scream exploded, a sound of searing pain and feral delight. Her tiny, tight hole tore open to accept my invasion. The sensation was extreme—unbelievably tight, scorching hot, utterly constricting.

Even though I’d taken her here before, the tightness of her ass was always extraordinary. The sight was obscene: my thick, substantial length buried in a small hole that should never have accommodated it.

Around the base of my cock, the pale flesh of her buttocks stretched taut, forming a perfect, pale ring encircling my shaft. The cleft of her ass was grotesquely distorted, warped by the presence of a foreign object far larger than anything nature intended.

And it drove me even wilder.

I began to move, pulling out and thrusting back in. Each motion stretched and strained the flesh of her rear. And look at her expression: her sweet, cute face was now contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure so extreme that tears streamed down her cheeks, yet a mad smile stretched across her bitten lips.

“Ahh… Master… harder… ruin my ass… destroy your bunny…” she moaned between sobs, her hands gripping the sheets with white-knuckled force.

I obliged. My thrusts became harder, more brutal. The wet slap of her ass against my thighs echoed, mixed with the slick, filthy sounds of her stretched hole.

Delilah and Gwenneth, watching from below, looked both fearful and disbelieving. Their faces reflected genuine concern as mother and elder sister. But to see this usually sweet, slightly whiny girl reveling in such treatment… it shocked them, even though they’d witnessed it before.

“Angel…” Delilah whispered, her voice full of horrified concern.

But Angeline didn’t hear. She was lost in her own world.

Meanwhile, in the center of the room, Charlotte hung suspended. The sight made her own pussy throb wildly. Her juices dripped freely, forming a small puddle on the floor beneath her. She wanted to be treated like that too. She wanted to be torn apart, humiliated, made to scream until she lost her mind.

I spanked Angeline’s reddened ass.

SMACK!

SMACK!

“You masochistic little bunny! You filthy rabbit! You need to be punished for being this depraved!” I scolded, never breaking my rhythm. “With such an innocent face and such a cute body! Even your mother and sister aren’t as lewd as you!”

Angeline couldn’t answer. She just let out a long, shuddering moan, her body convulsing violently as she reached another climax from the sodomy and degradation alone.

Finally, I reached my peak. With a deep groan, I buried myself as deep as possible into her hot, tight channel and unleashed a torrent of seed, flooding her rectum until it was full.

“NNNNGGGHHHHAAAA—!!!” Angeline shrieked, her body thrashing in a climax that was both agonizing and blissful.

She collapsed limply onto Gwenneth, breathing ragged, but her face was etched with profound satisfaction. My cum filled her, some of it overflowing from the edges of her small, stretched hole, creating a disgustingly lewd picture.

I slowly pulled my cock from her now-loose, reddened entrance, watching my thick seed drip from the swollen rim. A sight both repulsive and beautiful.

Then, my gaze fell on Charlotte. I realized she’d been watching for a long time. Her eyes were wide, filled with tears, desperate need, and captivated horror. Her nectar still fell in drops, wetting the floor.

“All three of you,” I commanded the pile of women on the bed. “Crawl over to Charlotte and line up.”

They obeyed, though with difficulty. Delilah and Gwenneth, who still had some strength left, crawled off the bed. Gwenneth helped carry the half-conscious Angeline. They crawled across the floor, three naked women in tattered animal costumes, their bodies covered in my seed, bruises, and their own fluids. They lined up in front of the suspended Charlotte: Delilah on the left, Gwenneth in the middle, the barely-conscious Angeline on the right.

I walked up to Charlotte, stopping right in front of her. “So, Auntie Charlotte… what do you think of this sight? Of my depraved little family?”

“Mmmph! Ggrrhh mmmphh!” Charlotte tried to speak, but the ball gag in her mouth produced only panicked, muffled sounds. Her eyes darted, from me, to the three women at my feet, and back to me.

I ignored her for a moment. I walked back, stopping right behind their line. My eyes fixed on Gwenneth’s plump ass, still untouched by anal abuse.

“And for you, Piggy,” I said, my voice cold. “I’m taking your anal virginity.”

Gwenneth immediately stiffened. Her body trembled. “N-No… Master… please… not there… I’m scared… it’ll hurt so much…”

“Are you disobeying me?” I snapped, my voice cutting. “You think you get a choice?”

She fell silent, terrified.

“Comfort her,” I ordered Delilah and Angeline.

Delilah, in a voice still hoarse but gentle, spoke. “Be calm, Gwen… Darling… it… will hurt. But later… it will feel good. Trust Mommy.”

Angeline, still half out of it but with eyes gleaming with the afterglow of her painful pleasure, added in a raspy voice. “Yeah, Sis… it feels… amazing. It hurts like hell… but the pleasure… it’s addictive. I want Master to do it to me again.”

Angeline’s words only made Gwenneth more tense. But she had no choice.

I tugged down her pink cheeky underwear, already soaked. With a firm motion, I pulled the plastic pig tail plug from her rear, making her hiss in pain. Her pink, pulsating entrance was exposed, waiting.

I spat on the tip of my cock and smeared it with the remnants of my seed and Angeline’s juices as minimal lubrication. Then, I placed the broad head right against her tight ring.

“I’ll warn you, Pig,” I whispered. “This will hurt. Scream all you want. But don’t you dare pull away.”

With that, I pushed.

Slowly, but relentlessly, the tip of my cock began to invade the tight ring of muscle.

Gwenneth screamed—a scream of pure pain and horror.

“AAAAAIIIIIIHHHHH!!!! PLEASE! MASTER! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH!”

But I kept pushing. Her muscles fought, but finally yielded. Gwenneth screamed even louder, her body shaking with violent tremors.

I pushed deeper, forcing my sizable length to tear through the resisting ring of muscle of her backside. A soft, rending sound was followed by Gwenneth’s escalating scream, filling the room.

Charlotte, from her position in front, watched it all with wide eyes. Her breath came in ragged gasps behind the gag, her body writhing, the need within her reaching a fever pitch.

She was watching the proud pig get broken.

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