breakher
Casual Client
- Joined
- Nov 16, 2016
My wife Rachel has always been a bit…overconfident. A sexy, thick brunette, 33 years old, standing 5’7” and weighing an athletic but curvy 160 pounds, she has a long history of accepting fight and wrestling challenges she has no chance of winning. Sadly for her, that's what I like.
Now though, she's made her worst decision yet. We have neighbors that she just can’t stand, 2 white trash sisters who live in a double-wide behind our house, and their even white trashier brother. They definitely enjoy hard drugs, and I’ve seen them jump and beat up people in our up-and-coming neighborhood before for no reason. The entire neighborhood hates them, and my wife, for reasons I cannot fathom, finally snapped, challenging them to come over and fight in our basement to settle things once and for all.
Her overconfidence here may stem from the fact that one of the sisters, Crystal, is grossly overweight, 5’5” and 300 pounds, while the other sister, Tara, is extremely skinny to the point of anorexia, about 5’10” and 100 pounds. Their brother Cliff is likewise skinny and malnourished looking. But I know for a fact that all 3 of them are stronger than they look, and are terrifyingly sadistic to boot. I have no idea why my wife thinks she can take them, but I think she’s going to really regret this one. I’m pretty sure at least two of these 3 siblings have wrestling experience
As with all of wifey’s wrestling matches, all parties have signed a binding contract laying out the rules & the consequences of losing. This fight strictly prohibits face punching, bone breaking, and other permanent cosmetic or handicapping damage… but not much else. All fighters are entitled to keep their clothing on until after the match is lost, at which point, they can be stripped. The match is an accepted submission, meaning the loser can submit but the winner must accept the submission for the match to end. For losing, the stipulations are very high stakes.
If my wife somehow wins, the three siblings have to sell their place and leave our neighborhood forever. If the siblings defeat my wife, they get to spend the weekend in our house with my wife as their slave to serve them and be punished however they like. If either party refuses to honor the contract, their home is forfeited to the other party. Meaning if Rachel loses, I can’t afford to help her out of her punishment. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see what these crazy, trashy neighbors do to her…
Fight night - I sat in my chair in our basement, soundproofed and any deadly implements removed. Plenty of blunt, non lethal weapons in the room. A thin, dirty wrestling mat covers part of the concrete floor.
I grin as my wife sauntered down the stairs, once again overestimating herself and willfully dressing way too vulnerably for the situation; a soft, loose, white cropped cotton t-shirt stopping above her belly button, her lack of a bra clear by her large nipples straining against the material. The shirt gently drooping off one shoulder too. Her booty shorts, similarly soft and loose, grey cotton with a long slit up each side. Her sexy bare feet freshly pedicured, her toenails painted bright red. I could already feel my cock hardening at the mere sight of her. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail, and her mascara and lipstick just made her look absolutely stunning. She looked like she was dressed to seduce me, not fight. All the better for me to watch her get destroyed. “You’ve got a g-string on under those shorts, don’t you babe?” I asked. She simply smirked at me and winked. What a silly, beautiful fool she is.
Cliff, Crystal, and Tara made their way down the stairs next, and their outfits/fight looks could not be more of a stark contrast from Rachel’s seductive, playboy-esque getup.
Each of the siblings was wearing jeans/denim cutoffs, boots, and tight, full coverage shirts. a serious departure from my wife's sexy getup. The women's nails looked nasty and sharp in the basement lighting, sticking out of fingerless gloves with studs on the palm. They all had a dark look in their eyes as they step up to the mat, leering sadistically at my sexy, scantily clad wife, who stood there with a hand on her hip, smirking at them. They each looked her up and down, disbelief at her choice of attire clear as day on their faces.
Crystal spoke first, a cruel sneer on her face. "Well well, looks like the prissy bitch decided to dress up all sexy for us. You trying to seduce your way out of the beating you're about to get?"
Tara snickered. "Yeah, what's with the slutty outfit, princess? You think showing some skin is gonna make us go easy on you?" She cracked her knuckles menacingly.
Cliff just stared hungrily at Rachel's body, undressing her with his eyes. "Damn, I'm gonna enjoy wrecking that sexy body of yours. Hope hubby doesn't mind us using his wife as our personal punching bag and fuck toy after we destroy you." He then sat down in a chair, twitching as his sister's moved in on my wife.
Rachel just laughed haughtily, completely unfazed by their threats and leers. "Big words from a bunch of pathetic, inbred tweakers. You think I'm scared of you trailer trash losers? I'm going to wipe the floor with you and kick your junkie asses out of the neighborhood for good." She assumed a fighting stance, motioning them forward with a taunting hand gesture. "Bring it on, scumbags."
The three siblings exchanged dark looks, silently agreeing to make the arrogant housewife regret her words. The girls spread out, slowly circling Rachel like a pack of wolves closing in on wounded prey. Rachel turned slowly, trying to keep them all in her line of sight, fists raised.
Tara made the first move, lunging forward to grab a fistful of Rachel's long ponytail. Rachel yelped as her head was yanked back viciously. Crystal charged from the side, slamming a meaty booted foot into Rachel's midsection and driving the air from her lungs. As Rachel doubled over, gasping, Crystal kept her arm viciously wrenched up and let her writhe for a moment before dumping her to the floor.
Rachel crashed to the mat on her back with a pained grunt, the siblings immediately pouncing on her prone form. Crystal dropped her full weight onto Rachel's stomach, making her wheeze. Tara and Cliff each seized an arm, stretching Rachel out spread-eagle and pinning her wrists to the mat. Rachel bucked and struggled, but with the heavy Crystal sitting on her and the other two holding her arms, she was effectively immobilized.
"Not so cocky now, are you bitch?" Crystal mocked, shifting her massive ass forward until she was seated directly on Rachel's heaving chest. Rachel's eyes bulged as the crushing weight compressed her rib cage, restricting her breathing. Crystal's denim-clad crotch was now just inches from Rachel's face.
"Fuck you!" Rachel croaked defiantly, still squirming uselessly under the combined weight of her captors. "I'm...ungh...gonna kick your...asses!"
"Still mouthing off, even now? Guess we'll have to shut you up." Crystal nodded at Cliff, who grinned evilly. I speak up quickly “remember everyone - per the contract nobody gets stripped until after the match is over! I like her outfit”.
Cliff nodded back at Crystal before suddenly wrenching Rachel's arm up into a brutal armbar. Rachel shrieked in pain as Cliff hyperextended her elbow joint to the breaking point. Tara cackled gleefully, twisting Rachel's other arm into a painful shoulder lock.
"You're not really in a position to make demands, cxnt," Tara sneered. "But don't worry, we won't strip the clothes off your sexy body...yet. We're going to take our time breaking you first."
"That's right," Crystal chimed in. "By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us to rip off your slutty little outfit." She ground her crotch against Rachel's face, muffling her pained cries.
Rachel tried to turn her head away, but Crystal grabbed her ponytail, forcing Rachel to stare up at her denim-covered mound. Crystal used her grip on Rachel's hair to bang the back of her head against the mat repeatedly. Rachel's eyes rolled back as the repeated impacts made her head swim.
While Rachel was dazed, Tara and Cliff went to work on her vulnerable, outstretched arms. They took turns wrenching her elbows and shoulders to the limits of their sockets in dueling armbars and shoulder locks. Rachel's agonized shrieks filled the room as they torqued her joints mercilessly.
"Look at the prissy princess now!" Cliff taunted. "Not so high and mighty with a couple tweakers destroying her prissy arms, is she?"
Rachel could only whimper in response, her body writhing futilely under their cruel grips. Crystal kept Rachel's head pinned to the mat under her crotch, muffling her with her thick thighs and denim ass.
I felt my cock throb almost painfully as I watched my arrogant wife get systematically broken down by our sadistic neighbors. Her cocky attitude had vanished, replaced by mewling cries of suffering as they worked over her outmatched body. The sight of her weakly struggling in their clutches, sexy outfit still intact but rumpled and sweat-soaked, was incredibly erotic. I palmed my hardness through my pants, relishing every shriek and whimper they wrung out of her.
After what felt like an eternity of focusing their attack on Rachel's arms, Crystal finally stood up. She kept one booted foot planted on Rachel's chest as Tara and Cliff hauled my wife up by her abused arms into a sitting position. Rachel's arms hung limply at her sides as she slumped forward, semi-conscious. Drool leaked from her open mouth and her eyes were glassy and unfocused.
"Damn, I think the bitch is already out of it," Tara remarked, releasing Rachel's arm. Without the support, Rachel crumpled bonelessly back to the mat.
I shook my head. “Damn babe, you’re out already? Don’t embarrass me here. And guys, KEEP HER FUCKING CLOTHES ON TILL LATER. Otherwise, do what you gotta do within the contract”.
Rachel lay in a dazed heap on the mat, her abused arms splayed out at her sides. She was vaguely aware of the siblings' mocking laughter as they stood over her prone form. Through the foggy haze of pain, their taunting words reached her ears.
"Pathetic. We've barely gotten started and she's already broken," Cliff sneered. "I thought she was supposed to kick our asses?" "Guess the prissy princess ain't so tough after all," Crystal gloated, giving Rachel a dismissive nudge with her boot. "Just a weak, all talk bitch." Rachel stirred at that, a spark of defiance flaring through the pain-induced stupor. She couldn't let them embarrass her like this in front of her husband. Gritting her teeth, she planted her palms on the mat and shakily pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Her arms screamed in protest, aching from the brutal locks and bars. "I'm...I'm not done yet..." she panted, blinking sweat from her eyes. "Takes more than that...to beat me..."
Tara laughed derisively. "Aw look, the sexy housewife still thinks she has a chance. That's cute."
Rachel wobbled up to her feet through sheer force of will, fists clenched at her sides. Her loose white crop top was now drenched in sweat, the fabric clinging to her heaving chest. Her legs trembled with the effort of keeping her upright.
Crystal smirked at the defiant display. "Still got some fight left in you, huh bitch? Good." She cracked her knuckles. "More fun for us. We're going to enjoy taking you apart piece by piece."
With that, the siblings attacked again, their fists and feet a blur of motion as they swarmed Rachel from all sides. Weakened and disoriented, Rachel could only cover up as best she could, absorbing the blows with grunts of pain. Meaty thuds filled the room as they pummeled her midsection and pounded her arms and legs.
A hard fist buried itself in Rachel's taut stomach, doubling her over. As she hunched forward, Crystal grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back roughly.
"Damn, look at them titties," Cliff breathed, eyes glued to Rachel's chest through her shirt. Can’t wait to take this thing off you later”. Humiliated and incensed, Rachel lashed out with a wild haymaker, catching Cliff in the jaw. His head snapped back as Rachel pressed her attack. Staggered by Rachel's blow, Cliff stumbled back a step. Rachel surged forward, slipping free of Crystal's restraining grip on her hair. Adrenaline fueling her movements, she threw herself at Cliff, intending to tackle him to the mat.
But Cliff was ready. As Rachel crashed into his wiry frame, he deftly sidestepped, sending Rachel careening past him. Before she could catch her balance, Cliff's booted foot lashed out, connecting squarely with the back of Rachel's knee.
Rachel's leg buckled and she fell hard to the mat, landing on her hands and knees with a pained yelp. Cliff was on her in an instant, grabbing a fistful of her ponytail and wrenching her head back savagely.
"Bad move, bitch," he growled, planting a knee in the small of Rachel's back to keep her pinned. "Now you're gonna pay."
Rachel shrieked in outrage, one hand flying back to try and free her hair. But Cliff captured her wrist easily, twisting her arm up behind her back in a painful hammerlock. Rachel's shapely body arched as Cliff levered her arm higher, her full breasts thrusting forward against the thin cotton of her shirt.
"Nice tits," Cliff leered, ogling her straining chest lecherously. "Can't wait to get my hands on those later."
"Fuck you!" Rachel spat, squirming helplessly in his iron grip. "I'm going to - AAAHH!!" Her retort dissolved into a scream as Cliff wrenched her imprisoned arm higher, sending bolts of agony lancing through her shoulder.
Crystal and Tara cackled at the sight of Rachel's plight, circling their immobilized prey. Crystal reached down and grabbed the waistband of Rachel's tight grey shorts. With a sharp tug, she yanked them partway down the curve of Rachel's ass, exposing the lacy white thong underneath. The tiny triangle of fabric barely covered Rachel's most intimate area.
"Dressed like a total slut," Tara mocked, snapping the thong against Rachel's ass cheek and making her yelp. "Bet hubby loves seeing you prance around in this, doesn't he?"
"He's going to love seeing what we do to you even more," Crystal added with a nasty grin.
Mortified at being exposed in such a degrading way, Rachel thrashed and bucked, but Cliff's grip on her hair and arm was unyielding. “Whoopsie, don’t want to violate the contract!” Tara practically sings as she replaces Rachel’s shorts, and kicks my helpless wife in the crotch with her booted foot"
Rachel screamed, her body convulsing as Tara's boot slammed into her barely covered crotch. The thin fabric of her shorts did nothing to cushion the brutal blow. Tears streamed down her contorted face as she dry-heaved from the excruciating pain radiating from her most sensitive area.
"Aww, did that hurt, princess?" Tara cooed mockingly. "Maybe next time don't dress like a whore begging to get her slut hole kicked in." She ground her boot heel cruelly against Rachel's throbbing mound, twisting it side to side.
Rachel could only emit choked sobs, hanging limply from Cliff's grasp on her hair and arm. Her shapely legs clenched together reflexively, trying in vain to protect her abused womanhood. Tara just laughed, enjoying the power she had over the once proud housewife.
Crystal looked on in amusement for a moment before stepping forward. "My turn to play with the bitch," she announced. She grabbed the front of Rachel's sweat-soaked crop top in her meaty fist. With a flex of her powerful arm, she hauled Rachel up out of Cliff's grip and threw her bodily across the room. Rachel stumbled helplessly backward to crash land in a crumpled heap against the far wall. The air whooshed from her lungs on impact and stars exploded behind her eyes. She lay stunned, gasping desperately to refill her paralyzed diaphragm.
Crystal advanced on Rachel's splayed out form with a predatory glint in her eye. The obese woman's bulk jiggled with each thundering step. Before Rachel could recover, Crystal reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, dragging her kicking and flailing to the center of the mat.
"Time to remind this stuck-up skank of her place," Crystal growled. In one motion, she hefted Rachel up and flipped her onto her stomach, trapping her in a tight headscissor.
Rachel's head was instantly engulfed in Crystal's beefy thighs, her face crushed against the bigger woman's denim-clad crotch. Her muffled screams vibrated against Crystal's groin as the headscissor tightened, immense pressure bearing down on her temples. Crystal flexed her bulging quad muscles, relishing the feeling of Rachel's skull compressing between them. The blood rushed to Rachel's head, the pounding in her ears almost drowning out the jeering taunts of her tormentors. Her arms flailed uselessly, manicured nails scrabbling at Crystal's iron thighs in a futile attempt to pry herself free.
Cliff and Tara high-fived, laughing at my wife’s struggles to get out of the head scissor.
Crystal clenched her thighs even tighter around Rachel's trapped head, cutting off her air supply. Rachel's face reddened as she strained desperately for oxygen, her hands beating weakly against Crystal's legs. Crystal just laughed cruelly, flexing her quads and crushing Rachel's skull between them.
"Look at the pathetic rich bitch now!" Crystal crowed. "Not so high and mighty with your head about to pop like a zit between my legs, are you?"
Rachel could only gurgle in response, dark spots dancing in her vision as the vicious headscissor choked her out. Her shapely body bucked and spasmed, toned legs kicking futilely against the mat. The seams of her tiny shorts strained over her juicy ass as she struggled.
Tara and Cliff watched Rachel's agonized thrashing in sadistic glee. Tara grabbed one of Rachel's flailing ankles and wrenched her long leg out straight, locking it under her armpit. Cliff snatched Rachel's other ankle, and together the siblings pulled her legs into a split, stretching her crotch muscles to the limit.
"MMMMPPHH!!" Rachel's muffled shriek vibrated against Crystal's crotch as pain tore through her inner thighs. She was folded up like a pretzel, bent backwards with her head trapped between Crystal's crushing thighs and Tara and Cliff pulling her legs in opposite directions.
I had to adjust myself as my cock throbbed almost painfully at the erotic sight of my wife contorted in such a helpless, degrading position, her luscious body bent to the point of breaking. Her white crop top had ridden up, exposing her soft belly and the underside of her bra-less tits. The tiny grey shorts had worked their way into the crack of her ass, molding to her cxnt like a second skin.
Crystal yanked Rachel's head back by her hair and slammed her face repeatedly into her crotch, grinding her nose against the rough denim. "Smell that, bitch?" she hissed. "That's the stink of the pussy that's destroying you!"
Drool seeped from the corners of Rachel's stretched mouth, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. The combination of the skull-crushing headscissor, the leg-splitting hold, and the humiliating crotch smothering was rapidly overwhelming her senses.
Just as it seemed Rachel would pass out, Crystal released her thighs. Rachel slumped bonelessly to the mat, gasping and sobbing, semi-conscious. Tara and Cliff dropped her limp legs, letting them sprawl gracelessly.
"Damn, look at this prissy cxnt, taken apart so easily," Tara sneered, nudging Rachel's twitching body with the toe of her boot. "Not so cocky now, are you, slut?”
Cliff spoke “you two give her the camel clutch Boston crab combo!”
Tara and Crystal exchanged wicked grins at Cliff's suggestion. They descended on Rachel's moaning, barely conscious form like vultures on a carcass.
Tara grabbed Rachel's arms and wrenched them behind her back, making Rachel scream hoarsely. She dug her knee into the small of Rachel's back, pulling back on her arms to arch her spine at an excruciating angle in a vicious camel clutch.
"That's it, scream for me you prissy skank!" Tara laughed sadistically as she stretched Rachel's back to their breaking point. Rachel's huge tits were thrust outward, the thin white crop top becoming almost transparent with sweat and clinging to every curve.
At the same time, Crystal seized Rachel's kicking legs and folded them over her back, locking in a Boston crab. Rachel howled in agony as her hips, thighs and lower back were contorted brutally. The combination of the two punishing submission holds bent her body into an obscene arch, every muscle and joint shrieking with pain.
"AAAHHHH NOOOO! OH GOD IT HURTS!" Rachel wailed, her face a mask of anguish, mascara running down her cheeks with her tears. Her sweat-matted ponytail thrashed as she shook her head from side to side frantically.
"That's right, CRY you pathetic cxnt!" Crystal snarled, wrenching back harder on Rachel's long legs.
Cliff hunched down next to Rachel's upturned face, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You're not looking so hot, princess. Maybe you should just give up and accept your punishment like a good slut, hmm?"
"FUCK...YOU!" Rachel forced out through gritted teeth, still defiant despite the mind-numbing pain she was in. "I'll...never...give up...to you...TRAILER TRASH!"
Cliff's face darkened with rage. He grabbed a fistful of Rachel's hair, screaming in her face "You uppity WHORE! I'm gonna make you regret that!"
Cliff’s callused fingers found my wife’s nipples poking insistently at her crop top, her chest thrust out from the savage camel clutch, and he cruelly pinched and yanked on both nipples, the crop top offering no protection.
Rachel shrieked in agonized humiliation as Cliff mauled her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her top. He pinched and twisted the tender nubs viciously, stretching them away from her body.
"Not so uppity now, are you bitch?" Cliff growled, giving her nipples a particularly brutal yank. Rachel could only sob brokenly in response, her back arching even further as she tried instinctively to escape the cruel torment.
"Damn, listen to the little princess squeal!" Tara cackled gleefully. She leaned in close to Rachel's ear. "I bet hubby is rock hard watching you get put in your place like this. He's probably wishing he could join in and abuse your sexy body too."
Rachel shook her head frantically in denial, tears streaming down her anguished face. But she couldn't stop her eyes from darting over to where I sat watching. The obvious tent in my pants and the hungry, aroused look on my face told her everything she didn't want to know.
"Aww, what's the matter, princess? Embarrassed that getting dominated turns him on?" Crystal taunted, noticing where Rachel was looking. She dug her fingers cruelly into the tendons behind Rachel's knees. "Or maybe you're just ashamed that you're such a weak, pathetic cxnt compared to us."
Cliff released Rachel's throbbing nipples only to slap her huge, danglin tits back and forth. The flesh jiggled and rippled obscenely with each stinging blow. "Slutty...uppity...whore!" he punctuated each word with a slap.
Rachel could only dangle helplessly in the dual submission holds, her shapely body stretched beyond its limits, redfaced and sobbing as she was brutalized and degraded. Her struggles had weakened to feeble twitches as the fight drained out of her.
After what felt like an eternity, Tara and Crystal released their holds. Rachel flopped limply to the mat, rolling onto her side and curling into a shuddering ball. Her hair was a wild, sweat-soaked mess, her ponytail having come loose during the torture. The front of her crop top was drenched and nearly see-through, her abused nipples poking through like pencil erasers.
The siblings loomed over Rachel's beaten form, leering down at her.
"Look at the snooty rich bitch now," Tara sneered. "Not so high and mighty anymore, is she?"
"P-Please..." Rachel whimpered, one trembling hand raised in supplication. "No more...I...I give..."
"What was that, cxnt?" Crystal demanded, grinding a boot into Rachel's hip. "We couldn't quite hear you."
Rachel swallowed her pride, knowing she was utterly beaten. "I give up," she repeated in a small, broken voice. All 3 siblings laughed sadistically “Too bad, whore. You asked for this, and now you’re going to pay the price. We don’t accept your submission yet. I want to see how much more we can bend you!”
Rachel lay curled on the mat, broken and humiliated, her arrogant demeanor completely shattered. Despite surrendering, it was clear her tormentors had no intention of showing mercy. They loomed over her prone form, cruel sneers twisting their faces.
"Hear that? The prissy princess wants to quit," Crystal mocked. "Too bad we're just getting started with her!"
Cliff reached down and grabbed a fistful of Rachel's disheveled hair, dragging her whimpering form upright. He forced her up onto her knees, enjoying the pained yelp that escaped her split lips.
"Since you like flaunting this sexy body so much, let's see how bendy you really are," Cliff growled. In one smooth motion, he wrenched Rachel's arms behind her back and laced his fingers under her chin, bending her backwards into a kneeling backbreaker.
"AAHHHHHH!" Rachel shrieked, her spine arching agonizingly as Cliff stretched her torso over his knee. Her huge breasts strained against the sweat-soaked cotton of her crop top, bouncing lewdly with each cruel yank on her arms.
Tara stepped in front of the howling housewife and grabbed her ankles. With a sadistic grin, she bent Rachel's long limbs even further back back until her toes were touching the back of her head, completing the backbreaker and contorting my wife into a U shape.
Rachel's screams took on a mindless, animalistic quality as her hips, back and shoulders were contorted beyond their natural range of motion. Tears and mascara streaked down her purple face, her mouth gaping in a silent wail. The tiny grey shorts rode up into the crack of her ass, molding to her pussy mound.
"Goddamn, I've never seen a bitch bent like that before," Crystal breathed in awe, watching Rachel's lush body strain in the agonizing pretzel hold. "How are her bones not snapping?"
"Sexy slut is more flexible than I thought," Cliff grunted, folding Rachel even further over his knee. Her vertebrae popped audibly as her back bent into an obscene arch. "Wonder how much more she can take before something breaks?"
I watched transfixed, my heart pounding, as the trashy siblings brutalized my wife into a barely human shape. Her enormous tits bounced almost comically with each fresh contortion inflicted on her thrashing form. I palmed my rock hard cock through my pants, absolutely enthralled by the erotic suffering on display. Part of me wanted to call an end to it - but I was far too turned on to intervene.
Rachel's world had narrowed to a red haze of excruciation. She was dimly aware of babbling pleas for mercy that went ignored. Her swollen nipples chafed torturously against the fabric of her top, hands scrabbling against Cliff’s iron grip.
Crystal grinned as she took a running start and booted Rachel right in her unprotected crotch.
Rachel's eyes bulged in their sockets and a rasping, agonized scream tore from her ravaged throat as Crystal's boot smashed into her crotch. Through the thin fabric of her shorts, the force of the brutal kick made it feel like her pelvis was shattering. Rachel's body convulsed violently in the vicious pretzel hold, trying instinctively to curl around her traumatized core, but Cliff and Tara held her fast.
"Bullseye!" Crystal cheered sadistically. "Nailed the slut right in her baby maker!" She followed up with several more hard stomps to Rachel's defenseless groin, each one making my wife shriek and spasm.
Tara laughed cruelly, bending Rachel's ankles even further over her head, opening her crotch up wider for Crystal's assault. "Stomp that prissy cxnt! Turn her womb to jelly!"
Rachel could only gurgle incoherently, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched mouth. Her eyes had rolled back to the whites and her whole body quaked as the relentless stomping pulverized her most delicate tissues. Even I winced at the sheer savagery of the attack on her unprotected sex.
After landing one last vicious stomp that made Rachel convulse like she'd been electrocuted, Crystal stepped back, breathing hard. She glared down at my wife's broken, twitching form with undisguised disdain.
"Pathetic cxnt," Crystal spat. "Prissy bitch thought she could take us. Well, we showed her!"
Tara released Rachel's ankles, letting her legs flop bonelessly to the mat. Cliff followed suit, unceremoniously dumping Rachel off his knee to crumple into a sobbing heap at his feet. She instinctively curled into the fetal position, hands cupping her brutalized crotch.
The siblings circled Rachel's quivering, fetal-curled body like a pack of hyenas around a downed gazelle. Each of them wore expressions of cruel sadistic glee as they took in the pitiable state of their victim. Her once immaculate appearance was now utterly debased - hair a wild rat's nest, makeup smeared into a raccoon mask by tears and sweat, clothing rumpled and riding up to expose large swaths of her trembling flesh.
"P-Please..." Rachel whimpered almost inaudibly. "No more...I submit...you win..."
Cliff smirked, once again grabbing Rachel's hair and forcing her to raise her battered face. "What was that, sugar tits? Couldn't quite hear you over all that blubbering."
Rachel swallowed hard, her bruised throat working. It was taking every ounce of will she had left to form coherent words. "I submit," she croaked.
Cliff hauled back and slapped her across the face, knocking her sobbing to the floor again. Crystal placed a boot on my wife’s curvy hip and began to press down hard.
Tara grabbed Rachel's arms and wrenched them behind her back into a hammerlock, making my wife wail in distress. Crystal kept grinding her boot into Rachel's hip, the cruel pressure making her writhe helplessly against the mat.
"You submit when we say you can submit, bitch," Crystal growled. "And we're not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."
Cliff knelt down and grabbed Rachel's chin, forcing her tear-streaked face towards mine. "Take a good look, cxnt. Your hubby is over there beating his meat to you getting destroyed. He loves seeing his snooty, prissy wife get put in her place by us gutter trash."
I couldn't help but flush with aroused shame as Rachel's disbelieving, betrayed eyes met mine. It was true - my cock was throbbing almost painfully in my pants as I watched the depraved abuse being heaped on my arrogant wife. Cliff smirked knowingly at me before turning his attention back to Rachel.
"We've broken your body, now it's time to break your spirit," he said ominously. "Get the bitch on her knees. Time for some real humiliation."
Crystal and Tara hauled Rachel up to her knees, each of them keeping a fist knotted painfully in her hair to hold her in position. Rachel knelt unsteadily between them, head hanging, her arms dangling limply at her sides. Her sweat-drenched crop top had slid off one shoulder, exposing the upper swell of one heaving breast.
Cliff stood in front of Rachel and slowly unzipped his fly. He reached in and pulled out his long, thick cock, already fully erect. He grabbed a fistful of Rachel's hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. He slapped his meaty cock against her face, rubbing the leaking head all over her tear-stained cheeks.
"Get ready, princess. You're about to choke on my dick and thank me for it," Cliff sneered.
Rachel's eyes widened in horrified realization and she clamped her lips shut, trying to turn her head away. But Crystal and Tara held her fast.
"Open up, slut!" Tara barked, prying Rachel's jaw open with her fingers.
Cliff immediately shoved his cock into Rachel's open mouth, hilting himself in one brutal stroke. Rachel's scream was muffled around the thick shaft suddenly choking her. Her hands scrabbled uselessly against Cliff's thighs as he began to savagely face-fuck her, his heavy balls slapping against her chin.
"That's it, take that cock you prissy bitch!" Cliff grunted, sawing in and out of Rachel's stretched mouth. Drool frothed out around her distorted lips as she gagged and choked on the relentless violation.
"You like that, don't you, slut? You've always wanted to suck off a real man, haven't you?" Cliff jeered.
"MMMGH!" Rachel managed to garble around his pulsing cock as she tried to beg for mercy. Cliff only laughed and increased his pace, pounding her face until Rachel's muffled screams turned to gargling cries. Tears and snot ran down her cheeks in torrents as she futilely struggled against the unforgiving grip of her tormentors.
Crystal and Tara watched their brother degrading my once-proud wife with sadistic grins on their faces. "What a change from the stuck-up bitch we met earlier, huh, sis?" Crystal chuckled.
"Yeah," Tara agreed with a smirk. "Now she's just another cock-hungry slut, begging for more." She grabbed her own breasts and licked her lips lewdly for emphasis.
Rachel had almost passed out when Cliff finally withdrew his cock from her abused mouth, her upper body collapsing onto Tara's thighs as she gasped for air. Cliff smirked at me and wiped his cum-smeared cock on her hair before zipping up his pants.
"Your turn, sis," he grinned, nudging Crystal forward.
Crystal licked her lips in anticipation as she stepped forward, grabbing a fistful of Rachel's tangled hair.
"Your turn to show us what a good whore you are, rich bitch."
Crystal yanked Rachel's head back and forced her tear-streaked face between her denim-clad thighs. "Let's see how good you are at eating pussy, princess."
With a cruel grin, she ground Rachel's nose against the rough fabric covering her crotch. "Lick it, bitch! Get that tongue in there and show me what a dirty slut you really are!"
Rachel whimpered in revulsion but Crystal's grip in her hair was unyielding. Tentatively, she extended her tongue and began to lap at the wiry hairs poking through the denim. The acrid scent of unwashed female filled her nostrils, making her gag.
"That's it, whore, get your face in there!" Crystal laughed harshly. She rocked her wide hips, rubbing her musky crotch all over Rachel's features. "Tongue-fuck my pussy like you mean it!"
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the degrading, rancid taste as she worked her tongue against Crystal's barely covered slit. Wet spots began to darken the denim as Rachel's saliva mixed with Crystal's arousal.
Tara and Cliff laughed and jeered, urging Crystal on. "Ride that prissy face, sis! Make her drink your cxnt juice!"
Crystal shrieked with laughter, humping Rachel's face wantonly. She pulled the crotch of her jeans to the side, exposing her ragged, unwashed bush. "Eat it directly, bitch! I wanna feel that rich girl tongue on my clit!"
Rachel sobbed but obeyed, burying her face into Crystal's dank, matted pubes. She lapped furiously at the obese woman's folds, her cultured tongue delving between the swollen, pungent labia. She nearly vomited as a gush of sour fluid flooded her mouth.
Crystal threw her head back with a groan, grinding down even harder on Rachel's face. "Fuck yeah, suck that ghetto clit, you stuck up skank! Choke on my pussy!"
Rachel's muffled cries vibrated against Crystal's sensitive flesh as she struggled to breathe, her nose mashed into the larger woman's piss-flecked bush. Her refined face was now glazed with the vaginal secretions of the unwashed crackwhore.
After several minutes of this brutal pussy grinding, Crystal's flabby body began to shudder with an impending orgasm. "Get ready, bitch," she panted. "Gonna squirt all over your prissy face!"
With a shrill howl, Crystal climaxed violently, her cum splattering obscenely across Rachel's features. Rachel recoiled but Crystal held her in place, forcing her to take the full deluge directly in her open, gasping mouth.
"Swallow it, cxnt!”
Rachel instead astounded me, and her tormentors, by headbutting Crystal in the crotch. As Crystal doubled over in pain, her siblings freaked out. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! NOW YOU’LL LEARN WHAT PAIN IS!” Tara yelled, almost feral. Tara's scream of rage echoed through the basement as she lunged at Rachel, tackling her to the floor in a frenzy of flying fists and knees. She straddled my wife's hips and rained punches down on her upturned face, snarling like a rabid animal.
"You stupid cxnt! You're gonna regret that!"
Rachel could only cower beneath the onslaught, raising her arms in a feeble attempt to protect her head. Tara grabbed her wrists and wrenched her arms out wide, pinning them to the mat. She postitioned her knees on Rachel's biceps, completely immobilizing her.
Cliff moved in, his face twisted in fury. He knelt behind Rachel's head, grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, and hauled back savagely. Rachel's back arched as her neck was bent at an excruciating angle, a strangled scream escaping her throat.
"Dumb bitch needs to learn her place," Cliff growled. Using his grip on her hair, he began slamming the back of Rachel's head against the floor, punctuating each word. "Don't. You. Ever. Disrespect. Us. Again!"
Rachel's skull bounced off the thin wrestling mat, stars exploding behind her eyes with each brutal impact. She gurgled incoherently, blood trickling from her nose and the corners of her mouth.
Crystal staggered to her feet, one hand still cupping her bruised crotch. Her piggy eyes narrowed as she took in the scene of her siblings subduing Rachel. "Hold the whore still. It's time for some real punishment."
She waddled over to a pile of blunt objects in the corner and selected a large, rubber dildo. It was black and menacing, covered in thick veins and easily over a foot long. She hefted it in her hand, a sadistic gleam in her eye as she turned back to Rachel.
"Since you like fighting back so much, let's see how you like getting fucked up the ass, prissy bitch."
Rachel's eyes widened in horror as she took in the massive size of the dildo. She thrashed and bucked desperately but Cliff and Tara's grips were unbreakable. Crystal knelt between my wife's kicking legs and roughly flipped her over onto her stomach.
Tara shifted her hold, planting her knees on the backs of Rachel's shoulders and leaning forward to pin her wrists against the small of her back. Rachel was folded nearly in half, her toned ass raised vulnerably in the air.
Crystal grabbed the waistband of Rachel's tiny grey shorts and savagely yanked them down to mid-thigh, baring the lacy white g-string beneath. She took a fistful of the delicate material and ripped it away impatiently, fully exposing Rachel's most intimate areas.
"Noo, please!" Rachel sobbed, her shapely bottom clenching in fear. "Not there! I'll do anything!"
Crystal just laughed cruelly, kneading and slapping Rachel's quivering ass cheeks. "Too late for begging, rich bitch. You brought this on yourself."
She spit a glob of saliva onto Rachel's puckered rosebud, working it in roughly with her fingers. Rachel wailed in anguish at the degrading violation, trying desperately to squirm away from the probing digits.
Cliff leaned over and pinched Rachel's nostrils shut while clamping his other hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. "Better keep quiet and take your punishment, slut," he warned. "Or we'll make it even worse for you."
Crystal positioned the tapered head of the massive dildo against the clenching rim of Rachel's asshole. With a vicious grin, she shoved forward, sinking several inches of the rigid shaft into Rachel's tender back passage.
"MMMMMPHHH!!!" Rachel's agonized scream was smothered by Cliff's hand as her delicate sphincter was brutally stretched beyond its limits. Her entire body spasmed, limbs flailing helplessly against her captors' iron grips.
Crystal cackled with glee as she watched Rachel's asshole strain around the girth of the invading dildo. She began to piston it in and out, the friction making obscene wet squelching noises. "That's right, moan for me you anal whore! Take that big cock up your rich girl shitter!"
Tara reached beneath Rachel's pinned form and groped her hanging tits roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples through the thin crop top. "Uppity cxnt is getting her slutty ass reamed," she laughed. "How's that high horse feel now, bitch?"
Tears streamed from Rachel's bulging eyes and snot bubbled from her nostrils as she was savagely sodomized. The mammoth dildo plundered her most secret orifice, scraping her sensitive inner walls raw. Drool leaked around Cliff's muffling palm as she retched from the sickening sensation of being split open.
I stared transfixed, my heart hammering, as I watched my formerly pristine wife get degraded in the most debasing way possible. Her body glistened with sweat, jerking like a rag doll as Crystal slammed the huge toy to the hilt in her stretched rectum. Cliff and Tara goaded their sister on, hurling filthy taunts.
"Pound that prissy asshole!"
"Ruin her tight rich girl shithole!"
"Turn the stuck-up bitch into a gape-mouthed ass slut!"
After what seemed an eternity of brutal anal rape, Crystal yanked the spit-slick dildo out of Rachel's ravaged asshole with a wet plop. Rachel's abused hole gaped obscenely, the swollen red rim quivering. Her whole body shook with wracking sobs, sweat and tears dripping onto the mat beneath her face.
"Please...no more..." she whimpered pathetically, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't...I can't take it..."
The siblings just laughed mockingly at her desperate pleas. Cliff grabbed Rachel's hair and wrenched her head back. "Aww, is the poor little rich bitch broken already?" he sneered. "Too bad, because we're nowhere near done with you yet."
Crystal smirked as she settled a boot on Rachel’s sexy toes, cruelly leering at her.
Crystal ground her boot heel into Rachel's perfectly pedicured toes, making her yelp and writhe. "Look at these prissy rich girl feet," she mocked. "Bet they've never seen a hard day's work in their life."
Tara grabbed Rachel's ankle and inspected her sole. "So soft and pampered. Makes me sick." She dug her ragged nails into the sensitive arch, leaving red crescent marks.
Rachel whimpered and tried to pull her foot away but Tara's grip was like iron. She walked her fingers up Rachel's calf, squeezing the toned flesh. "Probably spends all day getting massages and pedicures while the rest of us bust our asses," she sneered.
Cliff took hold of Rachel's other foot, bending her leg back into an excruciating ankle lock. Rachel shrieked as she felt her tendons stretch to the breaking point. "Wouldn't it be a shame if the snooty princess had an accident and couldn't wear her fuck-me heels anymore?" he said with a cruel grin, cranking back viciously on her ankle.
"NO! PLEASE!" Rachel wailed, flailing helplessly in their pitiless grips. The searing pain shot up her long leg as Cliff hyperextended the joint.
Crystal chuckled darkly as she watched Rachel's frantic struggles. "Beg some more, bitch. I love hearing you plead for mercy."
"I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Rachel babbled desperately, her pride completely shattered. Tears and snot poured down her face.
The siblings cackled at her pathetic blubbering. Tara raked her nails down the back of Rachel's thigh, leaving livid red welts. "You'll do whatever we want regardless, whore. Your begging just makes it sweeter."
Cliff released Rachel's ankle from the agonizing hold. Before she could even feel a moment of relief, he grabbed her big toe and viciously bent it back until it touched her shin. Rachel's agonized howl reverberated off the basement walls.
"AAAAHHHHHH! OH GOD! STOPPP!" Her eyes rolled wildly and she convulsed like she was being electrocuted.
I squirmed in my seat, my rock hard cock throbbing almost painfully as I watched them torture my wife's sexy feet. There was something so deliciously degrading about seeing her dainty, pampered toes bent and abused so cruelly.
Tara shoved Rachel's leg forward again and grabbed her other foot. "Let's make the set match, shall we?" With a vicious jerk, she wrenched back Rachel's toe, hyperextending it just like Cliff had done
Rachel's anguished wail cut off into strained gurgles as the excruciating pain overwhelmed her senses. Her sculpted body thrashed mindlessly, her abused feet flopping like a caught fish at the end of Tara and Cliff's arms.
Crystal shoved a meaty forearm against Rachel's throat, choking off her tortured screams. "God, your whining is annoying," she growled. "Dumb spoiled cxnt, you're just a set of holes for us to wreck."
Tara released Rachel's mangled toe, letting her limp foot thud to the mat. She grabbed a fistful of Rachel's sweat-drenched chestnut hair, pulling her lolling head up to face me.
"Take a good look at your prissy wife now, pencil dick," Tara sneered at me. "Nothing but a drooling, broken fucktoy."
Rachel's normally gorgeous face was almost unrecognizable - features etched in agony. Mascara-blackened tears cut grimy trails through the sheen of fluids glazing her cheeks. Her ponytail had come completely undone, hair plastered in damp tangles around her face as Crystal throttled her.
Tara shook Rachel's head mockingly in my direction. "You getting off on this, limp dick? Watching your uppity bitch get put in her place by your betters?"
I could only nod mutely, shamefully massaging my straining erection through my pants. My brain was fogged with lust at the depraved destruction of my arrogant wife.
Crystal released her choke, letting Rachel slump forward, gasping and retching. She grabbed another fistful of Rachel's hair, jerking her head back at a painful angle to leer into her bleary, semi-conscious eyes.
"You ready to submit for real this time, you prissy cxnt? Or do we need to keep breaking you?"
"P-Please..." Rachel croaked, barely able to form words through her ragged breathing and uncontrollable sobs. "No more... I submit... I submit!"
The siblings shared a look, savoring their complete and utter domination of my once haughty wife. Crystal hauled Rachel's trembling form up to her knees by her hair, forcing her to face me.
"Beg your hubby to let you submit, whore," Crystal ordered. "Maybe if you ask real nice, we'll stop for now."
Rachel's broken gaze met mine, the depths of her pain and humiliation shining in her bloodshot eyes. "Please..." she rasped out. "Please let me submit... I can't... can't take anymore..."
Fresh tears streamed down her wrecked face as she forced out the words, the last vestiges of her pride crumbling.
I wonder to myself if they’re going to let her submit and pick up the punishment later. They’re our guests for the weekend now after all. I do my best to hide my arousal.
I sat silently for a moment, savoring the erotic sight of my once-proud wife reduced to a broken, humiliated shell of herself. My cock throbbed insistently, leaking precum at the utter debasement she had suffered at the hands of our trailer trash neighbors. Part of me wanted to see just how much further they could push her, to witness the complete and total destruction of her spirit.
But even through my lust-fogged brain, I could see Rachel had reached her limit. Her shapely body trembled uncontrollably, wracked with shuddering sobs. Blood, drool and various other fluids smeared her battered face, a far cry from her usual pristine appearance. Her pleading eyes bore into mine, silently begging for mercy.
"Alright," I finally said, my voice hoarse with dark arousal. "She's had enough for now. I accept her submission."
Crystal and her siblings looked mildly disappointed, clearly having hoped to prolong their sadistic fun. But they released their cruel grips on Rachel's hair, letting her collapse to the mat in a boneless heap. Rachel curled into a fetal ball, weakly clutching at her abused body as she wept.
"Don't get too comfortable, princess," Cliff sneered down at her. "We're going to be your guests all weekend, remember? Plenty of time to continue your training."
Tara aimed a dismissive kick at Rachel's quivering backside. "Yeah, this is just the beginning, bitch. By the time we're done with you, you'll be an obedient little fucktoy eager to serve."
Crystal glanced over at me, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Better rest up too, pencil dick. You're going to need your stamina to watch us wreck your prissy wife over and over again."
With that, the depraved siblings sauntered out of the basement, their cruel laughter echoing behind them. I looked down at my traumatized wife, still shaking and sobbing on the filthy mat, the remains of her skimpy outfit torn and soaked with various fluids.
My pants felt painfully tight as my erection strained against the fabric, aroused beyond belief at the knowledge that this was just the start of a long weekend of brutal debasement for my arrogant bride. I couldn't wait to see how much further they could break her.
Now though, she's made her worst decision yet. We have neighbors that she just can’t stand, 2 white trash sisters who live in a double-wide behind our house, and their even white trashier brother. They definitely enjoy hard drugs, and I’ve seen them jump and beat up people in our up-and-coming neighborhood before for no reason. The entire neighborhood hates them, and my wife, for reasons I cannot fathom, finally snapped, challenging them to come over and fight in our basement to settle things once and for all.
Her overconfidence here may stem from the fact that one of the sisters, Crystal, is grossly overweight, 5’5” and 300 pounds, while the other sister, Tara, is extremely skinny to the point of anorexia, about 5’10” and 100 pounds. Their brother Cliff is likewise skinny and malnourished looking. But I know for a fact that all 3 of them are stronger than they look, and are terrifyingly sadistic to boot. I have no idea why my wife thinks she can take them, but I think she’s going to really regret this one. I’m pretty sure at least two of these 3 siblings have wrestling experience
As with all of wifey’s wrestling matches, all parties have signed a binding contract laying out the rules & the consequences of losing. This fight strictly prohibits face punching, bone breaking, and other permanent cosmetic or handicapping damage… but not much else. All fighters are entitled to keep their clothing on until after the match is lost, at which point, they can be stripped. The match is an accepted submission, meaning the loser can submit but the winner must accept the submission for the match to end. For losing, the stipulations are very high stakes.
If my wife somehow wins, the three siblings have to sell their place and leave our neighborhood forever. If the siblings defeat my wife, they get to spend the weekend in our house with my wife as their slave to serve them and be punished however they like. If either party refuses to honor the contract, their home is forfeited to the other party. Meaning if Rachel loses, I can’t afford to help her out of her punishment. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see what these crazy, trashy neighbors do to her…
Fight night - I sat in my chair in our basement, soundproofed and any deadly implements removed. Plenty of blunt, non lethal weapons in the room. A thin, dirty wrestling mat covers part of the concrete floor.
I grin as my wife sauntered down the stairs, once again overestimating herself and willfully dressing way too vulnerably for the situation; a soft, loose, white cropped cotton t-shirt stopping above her belly button, her lack of a bra clear by her large nipples straining against the material. The shirt gently drooping off one shoulder too. Her booty shorts, similarly soft and loose, grey cotton with a long slit up each side. Her sexy bare feet freshly pedicured, her toenails painted bright red. I could already feel my cock hardening at the mere sight of her. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail, and her mascara and lipstick just made her look absolutely stunning. She looked like she was dressed to seduce me, not fight. All the better for me to watch her get destroyed. “You’ve got a g-string on under those shorts, don’t you babe?” I asked. She simply smirked at me and winked. What a silly, beautiful fool she is.
Cliff, Crystal, and Tara made their way down the stairs next, and their outfits/fight looks could not be more of a stark contrast from Rachel’s seductive, playboy-esque getup.
Each of the siblings was wearing jeans/denim cutoffs, boots, and tight, full coverage shirts. a serious departure from my wife's sexy getup. The women's nails looked nasty and sharp in the basement lighting, sticking out of fingerless gloves with studs on the palm. They all had a dark look in their eyes as they step up to the mat, leering sadistically at my sexy, scantily clad wife, who stood there with a hand on her hip, smirking at them. They each looked her up and down, disbelief at her choice of attire clear as day on their faces.
Crystal spoke first, a cruel sneer on her face. "Well well, looks like the prissy bitch decided to dress up all sexy for us. You trying to seduce your way out of the beating you're about to get?"
Tara snickered. "Yeah, what's with the slutty outfit, princess? You think showing some skin is gonna make us go easy on you?" She cracked her knuckles menacingly.
Cliff just stared hungrily at Rachel's body, undressing her with his eyes. "Damn, I'm gonna enjoy wrecking that sexy body of yours. Hope hubby doesn't mind us using his wife as our personal punching bag and fuck toy after we destroy you." He then sat down in a chair, twitching as his sister's moved in on my wife.
Rachel just laughed haughtily, completely unfazed by their threats and leers. "Big words from a bunch of pathetic, inbred tweakers. You think I'm scared of you trailer trash losers? I'm going to wipe the floor with you and kick your junkie asses out of the neighborhood for good." She assumed a fighting stance, motioning them forward with a taunting hand gesture. "Bring it on, scumbags."
The three siblings exchanged dark looks, silently agreeing to make the arrogant housewife regret her words. The girls spread out, slowly circling Rachel like a pack of wolves closing in on wounded prey. Rachel turned slowly, trying to keep them all in her line of sight, fists raised.
Tara made the first move, lunging forward to grab a fistful of Rachel's long ponytail. Rachel yelped as her head was yanked back viciously. Crystal charged from the side, slamming a meaty booted foot into Rachel's midsection and driving the air from her lungs. As Rachel doubled over, gasping, Crystal kept her arm viciously wrenched up and let her writhe for a moment before dumping her to the floor.
Rachel crashed to the mat on her back with a pained grunt, the siblings immediately pouncing on her prone form. Crystal dropped her full weight onto Rachel's stomach, making her wheeze. Tara and Cliff each seized an arm, stretching Rachel out spread-eagle and pinning her wrists to the mat. Rachel bucked and struggled, but with the heavy Crystal sitting on her and the other two holding her arms, she was effectively immobilized.
"Not so cocky now, are you bitch?" Crystal mocked, shifting her massive ass forward until she was seated directly on Rachel's heaving chest. Rachel's eyes bulged as the crushing weight compressed her rib cage, restricting her breathing. Crystal's denim-clad crotch was now just inches from Rachel's face.
"Fuck you!" Rachel croaked defiantly, still squirming uselessly under the combined weight of her captors. "I'm...ungh...gonna kick your...asses!"
"Still mouthing off, even now? Guess we'll have to shut you up." Crystal nodded at Cliff, who grinned evilly. I speak up quickly “remember everyone - per the contract nobody gets stripped until after the match is over! I like her outfit”.
Cliff nodded back at Crystal before suddenly wrenching Rachel's arm up into a brutal armbar. Rachel shrieked in pain as Cliff hyperextended her elbow joint to the breaking point. Tara cackled gleefully, twisting Rachel's other arm into a painful shoulder lock.
"You're not really in a position to make demands, cxnt," Tara sneered. "But don't worry, we won't strip the clothes off your sexy body...yet. We're going to take our time breaking you first."
"That's right," Crystal chimed in. "By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us to rip off your slutty little outfit." She ground her crotch against Rachel's face, muffling her pained cries.
Rachel tried to turn her head away, but Crystal grabbed her ponytail, forcing Rachel to stare up at her denim-covered mound. Crystal used her grip on Rachel's hair to bang the back of her head against the mat repeatedly. Rachel's eyes rolled back as the repeated impacts made her head swim.
While Rachel was dazed, Tara and Cliff went to work on her vulnerable, outstretched arms. They took turns wrenching her elbows and shoulders to the limits of their sockets in dueling armbars and shoulder locks. Rachel's agonized shrieks filled the room as they torqued her joints mercilessly.
"Look at the prissy princess now!" Cliff taunted. "Not so high and mighty with a couple tweakers destroying her prissy arms, is she?"
Rachel could only whimper in response, her body writhing futilely under their cruel grips. Crystal kept Rachel's head pinned to the mat under her crotch, muffling her with her thick thighs and denim ass.
I felt my cock throb almost painfully as I watched my arrogant wife get systematically broken down by our sadistic neighbors. Her cocky attitude had vanished, replaced by mewling cries of suffering as they worked over her outmatched body. The sight of her weakly struggling in their clutches, sexy outfit still intact but rumpled and sweat-soaked, was incredibly erotic. I palmed my hardness through my pants, relishing every shriek and whimper they wrung out of her.
After what felt like an eternity of focusing their attack on Rachel's arms, Crystal finally stood up. She kept one booted foot planted on Rachel's chest as Tara and Cliff hauled my wife up by her abused arms into a sitting position. Rachel's arms hung limply at her sides as she slumped forward, semi-conscious. Drool leaked from her open mouth and her eyes were glassy and unfocused.
"Damn, I think the bitch is already out of it," Tara remarked, releasing Rachel's arm. Without the support, Rachel crumpled bonelessly back to the mat.
I shook my head. “Damn babe, you’re out already? Don’t embarrass me here. And guys, KEEP HER FUCKING CLOTHES ON TILL LATER. Otherwise, do what you gotta do within the contract”.
Rachel lay in a dazed heap on the mat, her abused arms splayed out at her sides. She was vaguely aware of the siblings' mocking laughter as they stood over her prone form. Through the foggy haze of pain, their taunting words reached her ears.
"Pathetic. We've barely gotten started and she's already broken," Cliff sneered. "I thought she was supposed to kick our asses?" "Guess the prissy princess ain't so tough after all," Crystal gloated, giving Rachel a dismissive nudge with her boot. "Just a weak, all talk bitch." Rachel stirred at that, a spark of defiance flaring through the pain-induced stupor. She couldn't let them embarrass her like this in front of her husband. Gritting her teeth, she planted her palms on the mat and shakily pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Her arms screamed in protest, aching from the brutal locks and bars. "I'm...I'm not done yet..." she panted, blinking sweat from her eyes. "Takes more than that...to beat me..."
Tara laughed derisively. "Aw look, the sexy housewife still thinks she has a chance. That's cute."
Rachel wobbled up to her feet through sheer force of will, fists clenched at her sides. Her loose white crop top was now drenched in sweat, the fabric clinging to her heaving chest. Her legs trembled with the effort of keeping her upright.
Crystal smirked at the defiant display. "Still got some fight left in you, huh bitch? Good." She cracked her knuckles. "More fun for us. We're going to enjoy taking you apart piece by piece."
With that, the siblings attacked again, their fists and feet a blur of motion as they swarmed Rachel from all sides. Weakened and disoriented, Rachel could only cover up as best she could, absorbing the blows with grunts of pain. Meaty thuds filled the room as they pummeled her midsection and pounded her arms and legs.
A hard fist buried itself in Rachel's taut stomach, doubling her over. As she hunched forward, Crystal grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back roughly.
"Damn, look at them titties," Cliff breathed, eyes glued to Rachel's chest through her shirt. Can’t wait to take this thing off you later”. Humiliated and incensed, Rachel lashed out with a wild haymaker, catching Cliff in the jaw. His head snapped back as Rachel pressed her attack. Staggered by Rachel's blow, Cliff stumbled back a step. Rachel surged forward, slipping free of Crystal's restraining grip on her hair. Adrenaline fueling her movements, she threw herself at Cliff, intending to tackle him to the mat.
But Cliff was ready. As Rachel crashed into his wiry frame, he deftly sidestepped, sending Rachel careening past him. Before she could catch her balance, Cliff's booted foot lashed out, connecting squarely with the back of Rachel's knee.
Rachel's leg buckled and she fell hard to the mat, landing on her hands and knees with a pained yelp. Cliff was on her in an instant, grabbing a fistful of her ponytail and wrenching her head back savagely.
"Bad move, bitch," he growled, planting a knee in the small of Rachel's back to keep her pinned. "Now you're gonna pay."
Rachel shrieked in outrage, one hand flying back to try and free her hair. But Cliff captured her wrist easily, twisting her arm up behind her back in a painful hammerlock. Rachel's shapely body arched as Cliff levered her arm higher, her full breasts thrusting forward against the thin cotton of her shirt.
"Nice tits," Cliff leered, ogling her straining chest lecherously. "Can't wait to get my hands on those later."
"Fuck you!" Rachel spat, squirming helplessly in his iron grip. "I'm going to - AAAHH!!" Her retort dissolved into a scream as Cliff wrenched her imprisoned arm higher, sending bolts of agony lancing through her shoulder.
Crystal and Tara cackled at the sight of Rachel's plight, circling their immobilized prey. Crystal reached down and grabbed the waistband of Rachel's tight grey shorts. With a sharp tug, she yanked them partway down the curve of Rachel's ass, exposing the lacy white thong underneath. The tiny triangle of fabric barely covered Rachel's most intimate area.
"Dressed like a total slut," Tara mocked, snapping the thong against Rachel's ass cheek and making her yelp. "Bet hubby loves seeing you prance around in this, doesn't he?"
"He's going to love seeing what we do to you even more," Crystal added with a nasty grin.
Mortified at being exposed in such a degrading way, Rachel thrashed and bucked, but Cliff's grip on her hair and arm was unyielding. “Whoopsie, don’t want to violate the contract!” Tara practically sings as she replaces Rachel’s shorts, and kicks my helpless wife in the crotch with her booted foot"
Rachel screamed, her body convulsing as Tara's boot slammed into her barely covered crotch. The thin fabric of her shorts did nothing to cushion the brutal blow. Tears streamed down her contorted face as she dry-heaved from the excruciating pain radiating from her most sensitive area.
"Aww, did that hurt, princess?" Tara cooed mockingly. "Maybe next time don't dress like a whore begging to get her slut hole kicked in." She ground her boot heel cruelly against Rachel's throbbing mound, twisting it side to side.
Rachel could only emit choked sobs, hanging limply from Cliff's grasp on her hair and arm. Her shapely legs clenched together reflexively, trying in vain to protect her abused womanhood. Tara just laughed, enjoying the power she had over the once proud housewife.
Crystal looked on in amusement for a moment before stepping forward. "My turn to play with the bitch," she announced. She grabbed the front of Rachel's sweat-soaked crop top in her meaty fist. With a flex of her powerful arm, she hauled Rachel up out of Cliff's grip and threw her bodily across the room. Rachel stumbled helplessly backward to crash land in a crumpled heap against the far wall. The air whooshed from her lungs on impact and stars exploded behind her eyes. She lay stunned, gasping desperately to refill her paralyzed diaphragm.
Crystal advanced on Rachel's splayed out form with a predatory glint in her eye. The obese woman's bulk jiggled with each thundering step. Before Rachel could recover, Crystal reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, dragging her kicking and flailing to the center of the mat.
"Time to remind this stuck-up skank of her place," Crystal growled. In one motion, she hefted Rachel up and flipped her onto her stomach, trapping her in a tight headscissor.
Rachel's head was instantly engulfed in Crystal's beefy thighs, her face crushed against the bigger woman's denim-clad crotch. Her muffled screams vibrated against Crystal's groin as the headscissor tightened, immense pressure bearing down on her temples. Crystal flexed her bulging quad muscles, relishing the feeling of Rachel's skull compressing between them. The blood rushed to Rachel's head, the pounding in her ears almost drowning out the jeering taunts of her tormentors. Her arms flailed uselessly, manicured nails scrabbling at Crystal's iron thighs in a futile attempt to pry herself free.
Cliff and Tara high-fived, laughing at my wife’s struggles to get out of the head scissor.
Crystal clenched her thighs even tighter around Rachel's trapped head, cutting off her air supply. Rachel's face reddened as she strained desperately for oxygen, her hands beating weakly against Crystal's legs. Crystal just laughed cruelly, flexing her quads and crushing Rachel's skull between them.
"Look at the pathetic rich bitch now!" Crystal crowed. "Not so high and mighty with your head about to pop like a zit between my legs, are you?"
Rachel could only gurgle in response, dark spots dancing in her vision as the vicious headscissor choked her out. Her shapely body bucked and spasmed, toned legs kicking futilely against the mat. The seams of her tiny shorts strained over her juicy ass as she struggled.
Tara and Cliff watched Rachel's agonized thrashing in sadistic glee. Tara grabbed one of Rachel's flailing ankles and wrenched her long leg out straight, locking it under her armpit. Cliff snatched Rachel's other ankle, and together the siblings pulled her legs into a split, stretching her crotch muscles to the limit.
"MMMMPPHH!!" Rachel's muffled shriek vibrated against Crystal's crotch as pain tore through her inner thighs. She was folded up like a pretzel, bent backwards with her head trapped between Crystal's crushing thighs and Tara and Cliff pulling her legs in opposite directions.
I had to adjust myself as my cock throbbed almost painfully at the erotic sight of my wife contorted in such a helpless, degrading position, her luscious body bent to the point of breaking. Her white crop top had ridden up, exposing her soft belly and the underside of her bra-less tits. The tiny grey shorts had worked their way into the crack of her ass, molding to her cxnt like a second skin.
Crystal yanked Rachel's head back by her hair and slammed her face repeatedly into her crotch, grinding her nose against the rough denim. "Smell that, bitch?" she hissed. "That's the stink of the pussy that's destroying you!"
Drool seeped from the corners of Rachel's stretched mouth, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. The combination of the skull-crushing headscissor, the leg-splitting hold, and the humiliating crotch smothering was rapidly overwhelming her senses.
Just as it seemed Rachel would pass out, Crystal released her thighs. Rachel slumped bonelessly to the mat, gasping and sobbing, semi-conscious. Tara and Cliff dropped her limp legs, letting them sprawl gracelessly.
"Damn, look at this prissy cxnt, taken apart so easily," Tara sneered, nudging Rachel's twitching body with the toe of her boot. "Not so cocky now, are you, slut?”
Cliff spoke “you two give her the camel clutch Boston crab combo!”
Tara and Crystal exchanged wicked grins at Cliff's suggestion. They descended on Rachel's moaning, barely conscious form like vultures on a carcass.
Tara grabbed Rachel's arms and wrenched them behind her back, making Rachel scream hoarsely. She dug her knee into the small of Rachel's back, pulling back on her arms to arch her spine at an excruciating angle in a vicious camel clutch.
"That's it, scream for me you prissy skank!" Tara laughed sadistically as she stretched Rachel's back to their breaking point. Rachel's huge tits were thrust outward, the thin white crop top becoming almost transparent with sweat and clinging to every curve.
At the same time, Crystal seized Rachel's kicking legs and folded them over her back, locking in a Boston crab. Rachel howled in agony as her hips, thighs and lower back were contorted brutally. The combination of the two punishing submission holds bent her body into an obscene arch, every muscle and joint shrieking with pain.
"AAAHHHH NOOOO! OH GOD IT HURTS!" Rachel wailed, her face a mask of anguish, mascara running down her cheeks with her tears. Her sweat-matted ponytail thrashed as she shook her head from side to side frantically.
"That's right, CRY you pathetic cxnt!" Crystal snarled, wrenching back harder on Rachel's long legs.
Cliff hunched down next to Rachel's upturned face, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You're not looking so hot, princess. Maybe you should just give up and accept your punishment like a good slut, hmm?"
"FUCK...YOU!" Rachel forced out through gritted teeth, still defiant despite the mind-numbing pain she was in. "I'll...never...give up...to you...TRAILER TRASH!"
Cliff's face darkened with rage. He grabbed a fistful of Rachel's hair, screaming in her face "You uppity WHORE! I'm gonna make you regret that!"
Cliff’s callused fingers found my wife’s nipples poking insistently at her crop top, her chest thrust out from the savage camel clutch, and he cruelly pinched and yanked on both nipples, the crop top offering no protection.
Rachel shrieked in agonized humiliation as Cliff mauled her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her top. He pinched and twisted the tender nubs viciously, stretching them away from her body.
"Not so uppity now, are you bitch?" Cliff growled, giving her nipples a particularly brutal yank. Rachel could only sob brokenly in response, her back arching even further as she tried instinctively to escape the cruel torment.
"Damn, listen to the little princess squeal!" Tara cackled gleefully. She leaned in close to Rachel's ear. "I bet hubby is rock hard watching you get put in your place like this. He's probably wishing he could join in and abuse your sexy body too."
Rachel shook her head frantically in denial, tears streaming down her anguished face. But she couldn't stop her eyes from darting over to where I sat watching. The obvious tent in my pants and the hungry, aroused look on my face told her everything she didn't want to know.
"Aww, what's the matter, princess? Embarrassed that getting dominated turns him on?" Crystal taunted, noticing where Rachel was looking. She dug her fingers cruelly into the tendons behind Rachel's knees. "Or maybe you're just ashamed that you're such a weak, pathetic cxnt compared to us."
Cliff released Rachel's throbbing nipples only to slap her huge, danglin tits back and forth. The flesh jiggled and rippled obscenely with each stinging blow. "Slutty...uppity...whore!" he punctuated each word with a slap.
Rachel could only dangle helplessly in the dual submission holds, her shapely body stretched beyond its limits, redfaced and sobbing as she was brutalized and degraded. Her struggles had weakened to feeble twitches as the fight drained out of her.
After what felt like an eternity, Tara and Crystal released their holds. Rachel flopped limply to the mat, rolling onto her side and curling into a shuddering ball. Her hair was a wild, sweat-soaked mess, her ponytail having come loose during the torture. The front of her crop top was drenched and nearly see-through, her abused nipples poking through like pencil erasers.
The siblings loomed over Rachel's beaten form, leering down at her.
"Look at the snooty rich bitch now," Tara sneered. "Not so high and mighty anymore, is she?"
"P-Please..." Rachel whimpered, one trembling hand raised in supplication. "No more...I...I give..."
"What was that, cxnt?" Crystal demanded, grinding a boot into Rachel's hip. "We couldn't quite hear you."
Rachel swallowed her pride, knowing she was utterly beaten. "I give up," she repeated in a small, broken voice. All 3 siblings laughed sadistically “Too bad, whore. You asked for this, and now you’re going to pay the price. We don’t accept your submission yet. I want to see how much more we can bend you!”
Rachel lay curled on the mat, broken and humiliated, her arrogant demeanor completely shattered. Despite surrendering, it was clear her tormentors had no intention of showing mercy. They loomed over her prone form, cruel sneers twisting their faces.
"Hear that? The prissy princess wants to quit," Crystal mocked. "Too bad we're just getting started with her!"
Cliff reached down and grabbed a fistful of Rachel's disheveled hair, dragging her whimpering form upright. He forced her up onto her knees, enjoying the pained yelp that escaped her split lips.
"Since you like flaunting this sexy body so much, let's see how bendy you really are," Cliff growled. In one smooth motion, he wrenched Rachel's arms behind her back and laced his fingers under her chin, bending her backwards into a kneeling backbreaker.
"AAHHHHHH!" Rachel shrieked, her spine arching agonizingly as Cliff stretched her torso over his knee. Her huge breasts strained against the sweat-soaked cotton of her crop top, bouncing lewdly with each cruel yank on her arms.
Tara stepped in front of the howling housewife and grabbed her ankles. With a sadistic grin, she bent Rachel's long limbs even further back back until her toes were touching the back of her head, completing the backbreaker and contorting my wife into a U shape.
Rachel's screams took on a mindless, animalistic quality as her hips, back and shoulders were contorted beyond their natural range of motion. Tears and mascara streaked down her purple face, her mouth gaping in a silent wail. The tiny grey shorts rode up into the crack of her ass, molding to her pussy mound.
"Goddamn, I've never seen a bitch bent like that before," Crystal breathed in awe, watching Rachel's lush body strain in the agonizing pretzel hold. "How are her bones not snapping?"
"Sexy slut is more flexible than I thought," Cliff grunted, folding Rachel even further over his knee. Her vertebrae popped audibly as her back bent into an obscene arch. "Wonder how much more she can take before something breaks?"
I watched transfixed, my heart pounding, as the trashy siblings brutalized my wife into a barely human shape. Her enormous tits bounced almost comically with each fresh contortion inflicted on her thrashing form. I palmed my rock hard cock through my pants, absolutely enthralled by the erotic suffering on display. Part of me wanted to call an end to it - but I was far too turned on to intervene.
Rachel's world had narrowed to a red haze of excruciation. She was dimly aware of babbling pleas for mercy that went ignored. Her swollen nipples chafed torturously against the fabric of her top, hands scrabbling against Cliff’s iron grip.
Crystal grinned as she took a running start and booted Rachel right in her unprotected crotch.
Rachel's eyes bulged in their sockets and a rasping, agonized scream tore from her ravaged throat as Crystal's boot smashed into her crotch. Through the thin fabric of her shorts, the force of the brutal kick made it feel like her pelvis was shattering. Rachel's body convulsed violently in the vicious pretzel hold, trying instinctively to curl around her traumatized core, but Cliff and Tara held her fast.
"Bullseye!" Crystal cheered sadistically. "Nailed the slut right in her baby maker!" She followed up with several more hard stomps to Rachel's defenseless groin, each one making my wife shriek and spasm.
Tara laughed cruelly, bending Rachel's ankles even further over her head, opening her crotch up wider for Crystal's assault. "Stomp that prissy cxnt! Turn her womb to jelly!"
Rachel could only gurgle incoherently, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched mouth. Her eyes had rolled back to the whites and her whole body quaked as the relentless stomping pulverized her most delicate tissues. Even I winced at the sheer savagery of the attack on her unprotected sex.
After landing one last vicious stomp that made Rachel convulse like she'd been electrocuted, Crystal stepped back, breathing hard. She glared down at my wife's broken, twitching form with undisguised disdain.
"Pathetic cxnt," Crystal spat. "Prissy bitch thought she could take us. Well, we showed her!"
Tara released Rachel's ankles, letting her legs flop bonelessly to the mat. Cliff followed suit, unceremoniously dumping Rachel off his knee to crumple into a sobbing heap at his feet. She instinctively curled into the fetal position, hands cupping her brutalized crotch.
The siblings circled Rachel's quivering, fetal-curled body like a pack of hyenas around a downed gazelle. Each of them wore expressions of cruel sadistic glee as they took in the pitiable state of their victim. Her once immaculate appearance was now utterly debased - hair a wild rat's nest, makeup smeared into a raccoon mask by tears and sweat, clothing rumpled and riding up to expose large swaths of her trembling flesh.
"P-Please..." Rachel whimpered almost inaudibly. "No more...I submit...you win..."
Cliff smirked, once again grabbing Rachel's hair and forcing her to raise her battered face. "What was that, sugar tits? Couldn't quite hear you over all that blubbering."
Rachel swallowed hard, her bruised throat working. It was taking every ounce of will she had left to form coherent words. "I submit," she croaked.
Cliff hauled back and slapped her across the face, knocking her sobbing to the floor again. Crystal placed a boot on my wife’s curvy hip and began to press down hard.
Tara grabbed Rachel's arms and wrenched them behind her back into a hammerlock, making my wife wail in distress. Crystal kept grinding her boot into Rachel's hip, the cruel pressure making her writhe helplessly against the mat.
"You submit when we say you can submit, bitch," Crystal growled. "And we're not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."
Cliff knelt down and grabbed Rachel's chin, forcing her tear-streaked face towards mine. "Take a good look, cxnt. Your hubby is over there beating his meat to you getting destroyed. He loves seeing his snooty, prissy wife get put in her place by us gutter trash."
I couldn't help but flush with aroused shame as Rachel's disbelieving, betrayed eyes met mine. It was true - my cock was throbbing almost painfully in my pants as I watched the depraved abuse being heaped on my arrogant wife. Cliff smirked knowingly at me before turning his attention back to Rachel.
"We've broken your body, now it's time to break your spirit," he said ominously. "Get the bitch on her knees. Time for some real humiliation."
Crystal and Tara hauled Rachel up to her knees, each of them keeping a fist knotted painfully in her hair to hold her in position. Rachel knelt unsteadily between them, head hanging, her arms dangling limply at her sides. Her sweat-drenched crop top had slid off one shoulder, exposing the upper swell of one heaving breast.
Cliff stood in front of Rachel and slowly unzipped his fly. He reached in and pulled out his long, thick cock, already fully erect. He grabbed a fistful of Rachel's hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. He slapped his meaty cock against her face, rubbing the leaking head all over her tear-stained cheeks.
"Get ready, princess. You're about to choke on my dick and thank me for it," Cliff sneered.
Rachel's eyes widened in horrified realization and she clamped her lips shut, trying to turn her head away. But Crystal and Tara held her fast.
"Open up, slut!" Tara barked, prying Rachel's jaw open with her fingers.
Cliff immediately shoved his cock into Rachel's open mouth, hilting himself in one brutal stroke. Rachel's scream was muffled around the thick shaft suddenly choking her. Her hands scrabbled uselessly against Cliff's thighs as he began to savagely face-fuck her, his heavy balls slapping against her chin.
"That's it, take that cock you prissy bitch!" Cliff grunted, sawing in and out of Rachel's stretched mouth. Drool frothed out around her distorted lips as she gagged and choked on the relentless violation.
"You like that, don't you, slut? You've always wanted to suck off a real man, haven't you?" Cliff jeered.
"MMMGH!" Rachel managed to garble around his pulsing cock as she tried to beg for mercy. Cliff only laughed and increased his pace, pounding her face until Rachel's muffled screams turned to gargling cries. Tears and snot ran down her cheeks in torrents as she futilely struggled against the unforgiving grip of her tormentors.
Crystal and Tara watched their brother degrading my once-proud wife with sadistic grins on their faces. "What a change from the stuck-up bitch we met earlier, huh, sis?" Crystal chuckled.
"Yeah," Tara agreed with a smirk. "Now she's just another cock-hungry slut, begging for more." She grabbed her own breasts and licked her lips lewdly for emphasis.
Rachel had almost passed out when Cliff finally withdrew his cock from her abused mouth, her upper body collapsing onto Tara's thighs as she gasped for air. Cliff smirked at me and wiped his cum-smeared cock on her hair before zipping up his pants.
"Your turn, sis," he grinned, nudging Crystal forward.
Crystal licked her lips in anticipation as she stepped forward, grabbing a fistful of Rachel's tangled hair.
"Your turn to show us what a good whore you are, rich bitch."
Crystal yanked Rachel's head back and forced her tear-streaked face between her denim-clad thighs. "Let's see how good you are at eating pussy, princess."
With a cruel grin, she ground Rachel's nose against the rough fabric covering her crotch. "Lick it, bitch! Get that tongue in there and show me what a dirty slut you really are!"
Rachel whimpered in revulsion but Crystal's grip in her hair was unyielding. Tentatively, she extended her tongue and began to lap at the wiry hairs poking through the denim. The acrid scent of unwashed female filled her nostrils, making her gag.
"That's it, whore, get your face in there!" Crystal laughed harshly. She rocked her wide hips, rubbing her musky crotch all over Rachel's features. "Tongue-fuck my pussy like you mean it!"
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the degrading, rancid taste as she worked her tongue against Crystal's barely covered slit. Wet spots began to darken the denim as Rachel's saliva mixed with Crystal's arousal.
Tara and Cliff laughed and jeered, urging Crystal on. "Ride that prissy face, sis! Make her drink your cxnt juice!"
Crystal shrieked with laughter, humping Rachel's face wantonly. She pulled the crotch of her jeans to the side, exposing her ragged, unwashed bush. "Eat it directly, bitch! I wanna feel that rich girl tongue on my clit!"
Rachel sobbed but obeyed, burying her face into Crystal's dank, matted pubes. She lapped furiously at the obese woman's folds, her cultured tongue delving between the swollen, pungent labia. She nearly vomited as a gush of sour fluid flooded her mouth.
Crystal threw her head back with a groan, grinding down even harder on Rachel's face. "Fuck yeah, suck that ghetto clit, you stuck up skank! Choke on my pussy!"
Rachel's muffled cries vibrated against Crystal's sensitive flesh as she struggled to breathe, her nose mashed into the larger woman's piss-flecked bush. Her refined face was now glazed with the vaginal secretions of the unwashed crackwhore.
After several minutes of this brutal pussy grinding, Crystal's flabby body began to shudder with an impending orgasm. "Get ready, bitch," she panted. "Gonna squirt all over your prissy face!"
With a shrill howl, Crystal climaxed violently, her cum splattering obscenely across Rachel's features. Rachel recoiled but Crystal held her in place, forcing her to take the full deluge directly in her open, gasping mouth.
"Swallow it, cxnt!”
Rachel instead astounded me, and her tormentors, by headbutting Crystal in the crotch. As Crystal doubled over in pain, her siblings freaked out. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! NOW YOU’LL LEARN WHAT PAIN IS!” Tara yelled, almost feral. Tara's scream of rage echoed through the basement as she lunged at Rachel, tackling her to the floor in a frenzy of flying fists and knees. She straddled my wife's hips and rained punches down on her upturned face, snarling like a rabid animal.
"You stupid cxnt! You're gonna regret that!"
Rachel could only cower beneath the onslaught, raising her arms in a feeble attempt to protect her head. Tara grabbed her wrists and wrenched her arms out wide, pinning them to the mat. She postitioned her knees on Rachel's biceps, completely immobilizing her.
Cliff moved in, his face twisted in fury. He knelt behind Rachel's head, grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, and hauled back savagely. Rachel's back arched as her neck was bent at an excruciating angle, a strangled scream escaping her throat.
"Dumb bitch needs to learn her place," Cliff growled. Using his grip on her hair, he began slamming the back of Rachel's head against the floor, punctuating each word. "Don't. You. Ever. Disrespect. Us. Again!"
Rachel's skull bounced off the thin wrestling mat, stars exploding behind her eyes with each brutal impact. She gurgled incoherently, blood trickling from her nose and the corners of her mouth.
Crystal staggered to her feet, one hand still cupping her bruised crotch. Her piggy eyes narrowed as she took in the scene of her siblings subduing Rachel. "Hold the whore still. It's time for some real punishment."
She waddled over to a pile of blunt objects in the corner and selected a large, rubber dildo. It was black and menacing, covered in thick veins and easily over a foot long. She hefted it in her hand, a sadistic gleam in her eye as she turned back to Rachel.
"Since you like fighting back so much, let's see how you like getting fucked up the ass, prissy bitch."
Rachel's eyes widened in horror as she took in the massive size of the dildo. She thrashed and bucked desperately but Cliff and Tara's grips were unbreakable. Crystal knelt between my wife's kicking legs and roughly flipped her over onto her stomach.
Tara shifted her hold, planting her knees on the backs of Rachel's shoulders and leaning forward to pin her wrists against the small of her back. Rachel was folded nearly in half, her toned ass raised vulnerably in the air.
Crystal grabbed the waistband of Rachel's tiny grey shorts and savagely yanked them down to mid-thigh, baring the lacy white g-string beneath. She took a fistful of the delicate material and ripped it away impatiently, fully exposing Rachel's most intimate areas.
"Noo, please!" Rachel sobbed, her shapely bottom clenching in fear. "Not there! I'll do anything!"
Crystal just laughed cruelly, kneading and slapping Rachel's quivering ass cheeks. "Too late for begging, rich bitch. You brought this on yourself."
She spit a glob of saliva onto Rachel's puckered rosebud, working it in roughly with her fingers. Rachel wailed in anguish at the degrading violation, trying desperately to squirm away from the probing digits.
Cliff leaned over and pinched Rachel's nostrils shut while clamping his other hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. "Better keep quiet and take your punishment, slut," he warned. "Or we'll make it even worse for you."
Crystal positioned the tapered head of the massive dildo against the clenching rim of Rachel's asshole. With a vicious grin, she shoved forward, sinking several inches of the rigid shaft into Rachel's tender back passage.
"MMMMMPHHH!!!" Rachel's agonized scream was smothered by Cliff's hand as her delicate sphincter was brutally stretched beyond its limits. Her entire body spasmed, limbs flailing helplessly against her captors' iron grips.
Crystal cackled with glee as she watched Rachel's asshole strain around the girth of the invading dildo. She began to piston it in and out, the friction making obscene wet squelching noises. "That's right, moan for me you anal whore! Take that big cock up your rich girl shitter!"
Tara reached beneath Rachel's pinned form and groped her hanging tits roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples through the thin crop top. "Uppity cxnt is getting her slutty ass reamed," she laughed. "How's that high horse feel now, bitch?"
Tears streamed from Rachel's bulging eyes and snot bubbled from her nostrils as she was savagely sodomized. The mammoth dildo plundered her most secret orifice, scraping her sensitive inner walls raw. Drool leaked around Cliff's muffling palm as she retched from the sickening sensation of being split open.
I stared transfixed, my heart hammering, as I watched my formerly pristine wife get degraded in the most debasing way possible. Her body glistened with sweat, jerking like a rag doll as Crystal slammed the huge toy to the hilt in her stretched rectum. Cliff and Tara goaded their sister on, hurling filthy taunts.
"Pound that prissy asshole!"
"Ruin her tight rich girl shithole!"
"Turn the stuck-up bitch into a gape-mouthed ass slut!"
After what seemed an eternity of brutal anal rape, Crystal yanked the spit-slick dildo out of Rachel's ravaged asshole with a wet plop. Rachel's abused hole gaped obscenely, the swollen red rim quivering. Her whole body shook with wracking sobs, sweat and tears dripping onto the mat beneath her face.
"Please...no more..." she whimpered pathetically, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't...I can't take it..."
The siblings just laughed mockingly at her desperate pleas. Cliff grabbed Rachel's hair and wrenched her head back. "Aww, is the poor little rich bitch broken already?" he sneered. "Too bad, because we're nowhere near done with you yet."
Crystal smirked as she settled a boot on Rachel’s sexy toes, cruelly leering at her.
Crystal ground her boot heel into Rachel's perfectly pedicured toes, making her yelp and writhe. "Look at these prissy rich girl feet," she mocked. "Bet they've never seen a hard day's work in their life."
Tara grabbed Rachel's ankle and inspected her sole. "So soft and pampered. Makes me sick." She dug her ragged nails into the sensitive arch, leaving red crescent marks.
Rachel whimpered and tried to pull her foot away but Tara's grip was like iron. She walked her fingers up Rachel's calf, squeezing the toned flesh. "Probably spends all day getting massages and pedicures while the rest of us bust our asses," she sneered.
Cliff took hold of Rachel's other foot, bending her leg back into an excruciating ankle lock. Rachel shrieked as she felt her tendons stretch to the breaking point. "Wouldn't it be a shame if the snooty princess had an accident and couldn't wear her fuck-me heels anymore?" he said with a cruel grin, cranking back viciously on her ankle.
"NO! PLEASE!" Rachel wailed, flailing helplessly in their pitiless grips. The searing pain shot up her long leg as Cliff hyperextended the joint.
Crystal chuckled darkly as she watched Rachel's frantic struggles. "Beg some more, bitch. I love hearing you plead for mercy."
"I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Rachel babbled desperately, her pride completely shattered. Tears and snot poured down her face.
The siblings cackled at her pathetic blubbering. Tara raked her nails down the back of Rachel's thigh, leaving livid red welts. "You'll do whatever we want regardless, whore. Your begging just makes it sweeter."
Cliff released Rachel's ankle from the agonizing hold. Before she could even feel a moment of relief, he grabbed her big toe and viciously bent it back until it touched her shin. Rachel's agonized howl reverberated off the basement walls.
"AAAAHHHHHH! OH GOD! STOPPP!" Her eyes rolled wildly and she convulsed like she was being electrocuted.
I squirmed in my seat, my rock hard cock throbbing almost painfully as I watched them torture my wife's sexy feet. There was something so deliciously degrading about seeing her dainty, pampered toes bent and abused so cruelly.
Tara shoved Rachel's leg forward again and grabbed her other foot. "Let's make the set match, shall we?" With a vicious jerk, she wrenched back Rachel's toe, hyperextending it just like Cliff had done
Rachel's anguished wail cut off into strained gurgles as the excruciating pain overwhelmed her senses. Her sculpted body thrashed mindlessly, her abused feet flopping like a caught fish at the end of Tara and Cliff's arms.
Crystal shoved a meaty forearm against Rachel's throat, choking off her tortured screams. "God, your whining is annoying," she growled. "Dumb spoiled cxnt, you're just a set of holes for us to wreck."
Tara released Rachel's mangled toe, letting her limp foot thud to the mat. She grabbed a fistful of Rachel's sweat-drenched chestnut hair, pulling her lolling head up to face me.
"Take a good look at your prissy wife now, pencil dick," Tara sneered at me. "Nothing but a drooling, broken fucktoy."
Rachel's normally gorgeous face was almost unrecognizable - features etched in agony. Mascara-blackened tears cut grimy trails through the sheen of fluids glazing her cheeks. Her ponytail had come completely undone, hair plastered in damp tangles around her face as Crystal throttled her.
Tara shook Rachel's head mockingly in my direction. "You getting off on this, limp dick? Watching your uppity bitch get put in her place by your betters?"
I could only nod mutely, shamefully massaging my straining erection through my pants. My brain was fogged with lust at the depraved destruction of my arrogant wife.
Crystal released her choke, letting Rachel slump forward, gasping and retching. She grabbed another fistful of Rachel's hair, jerking her head back at a painful angle to leer into her bleary, semi-conscious eyes.
"You ready to submit for real this time, you prissy cxnt? Or do we need to keep breaking you?"
"P-Please..." Rachel croaked, barely able to form words through her ragged breathing and uncontrollable sobs. "No more... I submit... I submit!"
The siblings shared a look, savoring their complete and utter domination of my once haughty wife. Crystal hauled Rachel's trembling form up to her knees by her hair, forcing her to face me.
"Beg your hubby to let you submit, whore," Crystal ordered. "Maybe if you ask real nice, we'll stop for now."
Rachel's broken gaze met mine, the depths of her pain and humiliation shining in her bloodshot eyes. "Please..." she rasped out. "Please let me submit... I can't... can't take anymore..."
Fresh tears streamed down her wrecked face as she forced out the words, the last vestiges of her pride crumbling.
I wonder to myself if they’re going to let her submit and pick up the punishment later. They’re our guests for the weekend now after all. I do my best to hide my arousal.
I sat silently for a moment, savoring the erotic sight of my once-proud wife reduced to a broken, humiliated shell of herself. My cock throbbed insistently, leaking precum at the utter debasement she had suffered at the hands of our trailer trash neighbors. Part of me wanted to see just how much further they could push her, to witness the complete and total destruction of her spirit.
But even through my lust-fogged brain, I could see Rachel had reached her limit. Her shapely body trembled uncontrollably, wracked with shuddering sobs. Blood, drool and various other fluids smeared her battered face, a far cry from her usual pristine appearance. Her pleading eyes bore into mine, silently begging for mercy.
"Alright," I finally said, my voice hoarse with dark arousal. "She's had enough for now. I accept her submission."
Crystal and her siblings looked mildly disappointed, clearly having hoped to prolong their sadistic fun. But they released their cruel grips on Rachel's hair, letting her collapse to the mat in a boneless heap. Rachel curled into a fetal ball, weakly clutching at her abused body as she wept.
"Don't get too comfortable, princess," Cliff sneered down at her. "We're going to be your guests all weekend, remember? Plenty of time to continue your training."
Tara aimed a dismissive kick at Rachel's quivering backside. "Yeah, this is just the beginning, bitch. By the time we're done with you, you'll be an obedient little fucktoy eager to serve."
Crystal glanced over at me, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Better rest up too, pencil dick. You're going to need your stamina to watch us wreck your prissy wife over and over again."
With that, the depraved siblings sauntered out of the basement, their cruel laughter echoing behind them. I looked down at my traumatized wife, still shaking and sobbing on the filthy mat, the remains of her skimpy outfit torn and soaked with various fluids.
My pants felt painfully tight as my erection strained against the fabric, aroused beyond belief at the knowledge that this was just the start of a long weekend of brutal debasement for my arrogant bride. I couldn't wait to see how much further they could break her.
