T’s Wedding Day Surprise

It was T’s wedding day. But the her best friend and maid of honour R, and the Best man G had both desired T for years. They had decided that this was the day to both get what they wanted from their sexy friend, before she settled down for married life. Both are very kinky, and had decided to work to get her, T didn’t know it yet, but she was in for a big day…….

The chateau hummed with the orchestrated chaos of a wedding day. T, radiant in lace and silk, was the eye of the storm, oblivious to the tempest brewing in her closest circle. Her best friend R, the maid of honor, adjusted T's train, her fingers lingering on the smooth fabric, imagination racing with forbidden thoughts. R had fantasized about this moment for years, and today, she planned to make those fantasies a reality. In the adjoining room, G, the best man, poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to R. His eyes gleamed with a hunger that matched hers. "She's stunning," he murmured, his voice a low growl. R smiled, acceptance of the compliment "And all ours, for a little while." The plan was set. They would take turns, push her boundaries, show her pleasures she'd never imagined. They exchanged a look, a silent pact sealed with a shared smile. Tonight, T would experience a wedding night like no other. R led the way back to the bride's suite, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor. She found T sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair, the soft glow of the candles casting a warm light on her skin. R's heart pounded in her chest as she approached, her eyes locked on T's reflection. She leaned down, her breath hot on T's ear. "You look breathtaking," she whispered, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of T's neck. T smiled, turning to face R. "You think so?" Her cheeks flushed slightly, unaware of the storm about to hit. R leaned in, her lips brushing T's in a soft, tentative kiss. T's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she parted her lips, inviting R in. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, breath mingling. R's hand snaked up T's thigh, pushing her skirt aside, her fingers finding the soft, warm flesh beneath. T gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as R's fingers danced over her skin, inching closer to her core. G watched from the doorway, his cock already hard and throbbing, anticipation coursing through his veins. Today was going to be a day to remember. He adjusted himself, a smirk playing on his lips. The games were about to begin.

Her fingers tracing the edge of T's lace panties. T’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips, but her hand shot down, grasping R's wrist. "What are you doing?" T whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and awakening desire. Her eyes widened as she finally understood R’s intentions. Her body tensed, fighting the sudden, intense sensation that pulsed through her. R leaned back slightly, her thumb still pressing firmly against T's clit through the thin lace, unmoving. Her eyes locked with T’s in the mirror, a challenging smirk on her lips. "What does it feel like?" she teased, her voice a low purr. Behind them, G stepped into the room, his presence unnoticed by the two women engrossed in their tense standoff. He watched as T's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her struggle evident in the way her body trembled. Her hands remained firm on R's wrist, but her hips betrayed her, grinding slightly against R's hand. She wanted to protest, to push R away, but her body yearned for more. R's lips curved into a satisfied smile at T's reluctant response. She leaned in, her breath hot on T's ear. "Let go," she whispered, her voice a commanding seduction. "Let me show you how good this can feel." T's grip on R's wrist tightened, her nails digging into the soft skin. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to push away the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. "R…" she gasped, her voice a plea. "We can't…" G stepped closer, his shadow falling over the two women. R looked up, her wicked smile deepening as she felt his presence. She pulled back slightly, her fingers still pressed firmly against T's clit, but she didn’t move them. "We can," she insisted, her voice low and husky. "And we will. Won’t we, T?" T's eyes flew open, meeting G's gaze in the mirror. She bit her lip, her body tensing as she felt G's hand reach out, his fingers brushing lightly against her shoulder. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But her body spoke a different language, her hips pressing down against R's hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. G's smirk widened, his hand trailing down T's arm, his touch feather-light, driving her wild. "Say it again," he challenged, his voice a low growl. "Tell us no again." T's breath hitched, her body torn between desire and denial. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the wetness seeping through her lace panties, betraying her true feelings. Her eyes met R's in the mirror, a silent battle raging between them. But R's smirk never wavered, her confidence unshaken. She leaned in, her lips brushing against T's ear. "Give in, T," she whispered. "Let us show you pleasure like you've never known. You know you want to. Your body knows." T's eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She could feel the battle within her, the struggle between her mind and her body. And as G's hand cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple through the lace, she knew she was losing the fight. Her moan filled the room, a symphony of surrender and anticipation. The games were just beginning.

T continues to resist, they don’t take no for an answer. They both know what T is like deep down. And despite her telling them she wants to be the perfect bride they know they can get her to do anything

T's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she tried to fight the growing heat in her belly. "Stop," she managed to whisper, but her voice lacked conviction. Her body betrayed her, arching slightly into G's touch, her nipple hardening beneath his skillful fingers. She knew what they were doing, how they were manipulating her, but she couldn't bring herself to push them away entirely. R chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down T's spine. "You want this, T," she murmured, her fingers finally moving, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over T's clit. "You want us." G's hand slipped under T's dress, his fingers finding her breast, the lace of her bra the only barrier between his skin and hers. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft gasp from T. "Remember that night at the club?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "When you danced with that stranger, and we both watched you, wanting you? You liked the attention then. You like it now." T's cheeks flushed at the memory, her body remembering the thrill of that night, the excitement of being watched, desired. She bit her lip, her hips moving in time with R's strokes, seeking more pressure, more friction. "Please," she whimpered, her voice a plea for more, for release. R's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She increased the speed of her fingers, her touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. "That's it, T," she cooed, her voice a soft purr. "Give in to it. Give in to us." G's hand left T's breast, trailing down her stomach, his fingers joining R's beneath her skirt. Together, they pushed her panties aside, their fingers finding her wet, swollen folds. They worked in sync, their touches complementing each other, driving T wild with need. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She tried to resist, to hold back, but her body had other plans. With a cry, she came, her body convulsing, her hips bucking against their hands. She could feel her juices coating their fingers, her body pulsing with the intensity of her release. As the waves of her orgasm subsided, she slumped back against the vanity, her body boneless, her mind reeling. She had given in, surrendered to their touch, their demands. And she knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning.

The one thing R doesn’t know is G is not just turned on by T but by the chance to fuck his best freinds girl behind his back, as he has been jealous of him having T for years….. and he secretly not only wants to fuck her, but to use and humiliate her. And he thinks R will be into this as well

R’s smile remained, but something darker flickered in her eyes, a mirror to the twisted thoughts G was having. Her fingers danced over T’s slick folds, lingering, exploring. G's hand snaked around T's waist, his fingers teasing her entrance, his eyes locked on R's, a silent, sordid agreement passing between them. "What else do you want, T?" R purred, her voice a mix of dominance and seduction. Her eyes, however, were on G, a wicked glint betraying her own dark desires. She wanted this as much as he did, maybe more. G leaned in, his lips brushing against T's neck, his breath hot on her skin. "Tell us, T," he whispered, his voice a low growl, his fingers pressing slightly into her, teasing her entrance. "What do you want us to do to you?." T's breath hitched, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She could feel the wetness between her legs, could feel their fingers, their touches, driving her wild. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to push them away, but her body yearned for more. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave in to the sensations, to the pleasure. "I want…" she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I want you to fuck me." She couldn't believe the words that had just tumbled out of her mouth, but she knew it was what she wanted. She wanted to feel them, to feel their bodies, their desire. She wanted to be taken, to be used. R's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with lust and malice. She looked at G, a silent, twisted understanding passing between them. She wanted this too, wanted to use T, to humiliate her, to make her their plaything. G's hand tightened around T's waist, his fingers pressing harder against her, teasing her, promising more. "Is that what you want, T?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes never leaving R's. "You want us to fuck you? To use you? To make you our little slut?" T's breath hitched, her body tensing at his words, at the raw, carnal desire they evoked. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she nodded, her body screaming yes, yes, yes. She wanted this, wanted them, wanted to be their plaything, their slut. She wanted to be taken, to be used, to be fucked. And as R's fingers slipped inside her, as G's thumb found her clit, she knew she was in for the ride of her life. They were going to fuck her, to use her, to make her their little slut. And she was going to let them. She was going to love every second of it. And G and R were going to enjoy every second of it too.

R’s fingers curled inside her, stroking expertly. "You're so wet, T," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You love this, don't you? You love being our little whore." She leaned in, her lips brushing against T's ear. "Say it," she demanded, her voice a low growl and T’s hips bucked against R's hand, her body aching for more. G's thumb circled her clit, his touch firm and insistent. "Tell us what you want, T," he echoed, his eyes locked on R's, a silent, sordid agreement passing between them. They wanted this, wanted to use her, to break her, to make her their plaything. And T, god help her, wanted it too. T's breath hitched, her body trembling with need. She could feel their fingers, their touches, driving her wild, pushing her to the edge. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave in to the sensations, to the pleasure. "I want…" she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I want you to fuck me. To use me. To make me your little slut." R's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with lust and malice. She looked at G, a silent, twisted understanding passing between them. She wanted this too, wanted to use T, to humiliate her, to make her their plaything. "You heard the lady," R purred, her fingers slipping out of T, leaving her empty, aching. G's hand left T's waist, his fingers finding the buttons of his shirt. He started to unbutton it, his eyes never leaving T's. "You want us to fuck you, T?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes filled with lust and malice. "You want us to use you, to make you our little slut?" T's breath hitched, her body tensing at his words, at the raw, carnal desire they evoked. She nodded, her body screaming yes, yes, yes. She wanted this, wanted them, wanted to be their plaything, their slut. She wanted to be taken, to be used, to be fucked. And as R's hands found her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, she knew she was in for the ride of her life. They were going to fuck her, to use her, to make her their little slut. And she was going to let them. She was going to love every second of it. And G and R were going to enjoy every second of it too. G's shirt fell to the floor, his chest heaving, his muscles glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He reached for his belt, his fingers fumbling with the buckle, his eyes never leaving T's. He wanted this, wanted to fuck her, to use her, to make her his. And as his pants fell to the floor, as his cock sprang free, hard and ready, he knew he was going to enjoy every second of it. And so was R. And so was T. They were all in this together, all in this for the ride of their lives. And as G's hands found T's thighs, as his fingers dug into her soft flesh, he knew he was going to make her scream. He was going to make her beg. He was going to make her his. And R was going to help him every step of the way.

R works quickly to remove Ts perfect wedding dress. They can’t ruin that. Then after that she is theirs.

R's hands darted to the tiny buttons lining the back of T's wedding dress, her fingers deft and swift. She couldn't risk tearing the delicate fabric, not when she knew T's fiancé would notice. A thrill coursed through her at the thought of the deception, the illicit nature of their actions. T shivered as the cool air hit her exposed back, her breath coming in short, eager gasps. Her eyes were glued to G, watching as he stroked his cock, his gaze intense and hungry. She felt a fresh wave of wetness between her legs, her body aching with anticipation. Once the last button was undone, R tugged the dress down, letting it pool at T's feet. She stepped back, her eyes roving over T's nearly naked frame, taking in the lacy bra and thong, the curves and dips of her body. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice thick with lust. She exchanged a look with G, a silent agreement passing between them. They were ready. Without a word, G moved in, his hands gripping T's hips, his cock pressing against her stomach. He was hot and hard, his body tense with restraint. R moved behind T, her hands sneaking around to cup her breasts, her fingers finding her nipples and pinching them until T gasped. Her hands then slid down to T's sides, tracing the curve of her waist before moving to her thong. She hooked her thumbs into the lace, slowly pulling it down until it fell to the floor. T stepped out of the lacy fabric, her body now fully exposed. She felt vulnerable, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. But she also felt alive, her body throbbing with need, her mind screaming for more. R's hands returned to T's hips, her fingers digging into her soft flesh. She looked at G, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "She's all yours," she murmured, her voice a low purr. She moved to the side, giving G a clear view of their prize. He leaned in, his lips capturing T's in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her gasp and moan. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her stomach. She wanted it, wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, fucking her. She wanted to be their plaything, their slut. And she was going to get exactly what she wanted. "I want you inside me," she moaned, as G's teeth grazed her neck. "Please, G, I need you."

As much as she wants it T is suddenly worried when G is not gentle with her. And she sees how much he seeing be rough with her turns R on

G's grip on T's hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lifted her slightly, positioning himself at her entrance. He didn't hesitate, didn't tease or coax. He thrust into her, hard and deep, a grunt escaping his lips as he filled her completely. T gasped, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion, the abruptness of it. She was wet, ready, but the force of his entry still took her by surprise. She let out a low, almost pained, moan, her nails digging into G's shoulders. Her eyes fluttering closed, her breath hitching as she adjusted to his size, to the intensity of his thrusts. She could feel every inch of him, could feel him hitting places deep within her that made her see stars. But there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and G was dancing dangerously close to it. R watched from the side, her eyes gleaming with a dark, hungry light. She licked her lips, her breath coming in short, eager gasps as she took in the sight of G fucking T, his body slamming into hers, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew there would be bruises. She could see the worry in T's eyes, the slight flinch with each thrust, but she also saw the desire, the need, the dark, twisted part of her that wanted this, wanted to be taken, to be used. R's hand snaked down to her own thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on her skin, her touch light, almost teasing. She was turned on, her body aching with a need that matched G's, that matched T's. She wanted to join them, wanted to feel, to taste, to be a part of this dark, carnal dance. She looked at G, her eyes filled with lust and hunger. He was rough, brutal even, but she knew he was holding back, knew he could be so much more. She wanted to see that, wanted to watch as he took T, as he broke her, as he remade her in his image. She wanted to see T beg, to plead, to scream. She wanted to see her reduced to nothing but a writhing, moaning, pleasure-seeking mess. And she wanted to be the one to push her over the edge. But for now, she was content to watch, to wait, to anticipate. She could feel her own arousal, her body throbbing with a need that matched G's, that matched T's. She was ready. They all were. And this was only the beginning.

R stepped closer, her breath hot on T's ear. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "You like being taken, being fucked like a little slut." Her hand snaked between them, her fingers finding T's clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. T's body jerked, a soft moan escaping her lips as she ground against R's hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. G's thrusts didn't falter, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm, his cock hitting that spot deep inside T that made her toes curl. He grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto T's face, watching her expressions, her reactions. He was relentless, his body a machine designed for one purpose only: to fuck. R's fingers moved faster, her touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. She leaned in, her teeth grazing T's earlobe, her voice a low growl. "Look at you, you fucking whore. You're loving this, aren't you? You're loving being our playground, our toy, our little fuckdoll." Her words were harsh, degrading, but they only served to turn T on more, her body responding to the filth, to the dirt, to the darkness. T's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with G's thrusts, her hips bucking against R's hand. She was close, so close, her body coiling tight, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the need. She was going to come, and it was going to be explosive. R's fingers moved faster, her touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. She leaned in, her teeth grazing T's earlobe, her voice a low growl. "Come for us, T. Come like the little slut you are. Show us how much you love this, how much you love being our fucktoy." Her words were harsh, degrading, but they only served to turn T on more. She knew she was on the edge, she knew what she needed to do. She knew she was going to be a good little fucktoy and come all over R's fingers while G fucked her. She took a deep breath, her body tensing as she threw her head back and screamed. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing, her muscles clenching around G's cock, her juices coating R's fingers. She rode the wave, her body shaking, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her mind a blur of pleasure and pain. G grunted, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He was close, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked at R, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. She nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Come for her, G. Fill her up, mark her, claim her. Show her who she belongs to." He thrust into T one last time, his body stiffening as he came, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her. He grunted, his body shaking, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He collapsed onto T, his body pinning her to the wall, his cock still buried deep inside her. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps, their minds a blur of pleasure and pain. They had crossed a line, a boundary, a point of no return. And they were all the more eager for what came next.

T panics …. She shoudl not have let him cum in her. She wasn’t protected now she was getting married …… but god it felt good. One part of her thinks they are done. But deep down she knows they aren’t

T's breath hitched as the reality of her situation crashed down on her. Panic surged through her veins, her heart pounding wildly. She hadn't thought, hadn't considered the consequences. She wasn't protected, and she was getting married. The thought sent a shiver of dread down her spine. What had she done? But god, it felt good. The sensation of G's cock pulsing inside her, filling her, claiming her, was intoxicating. It was a primal, carnal pleasure that she couldn't deny, couldn't ignore. One part of her wanted to push them away, to run, to scream. But the other part, the darker part, the part that reveled in the filth, the dirt, the wrongness of it all, that part wanted more. She knew they weren't done. She could feel it in the way G's body still trembled against hers, in the way R's fingers still teased her clit, in the way her own body still ached with need. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body tensing as she looked at R, then at G. Their eyes were filled with lust, with hunger, with a dark, twisted desire that matched her own. She knew what they wanted, what they needed. And she knew that she wanted it too. She was a fucktoy, their fucktoy, and she was going to be a good little slut and give them what they wanted. R smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "You're not done yet, are you, T?" she purred, her fingers moving faster, her touch becoming more insistent. "You want more, don't you? You want to be our good little fuckdoll, our plaything, our toy." T nodded, her body moving in sync with G's, her hips bucking against R's hand. She was close again, so close, her body coiling tight, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the need. She was going to come again, and this time, it was going to be even more explosive.

R's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a savage triumph. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice a low, harsh purr. "So eager, so desperate. You're a filthy little thing, aren't you? Beg for it, T. Beg for us to use you, to fuck you, to make you come." G, still buried deep inside T, grunted in agreement, his hips beginning to move again, slow and deliberate. He was hardening again, his cock swelling, his body ready for more. T's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she felt him grow, as she felt him start to move. It was too much, too intense, too dirty. And she loved every second of it. "I... I want it," T gasped, her body writhing, her hips bucking, her mind a whirl of lust and need. "I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me. I want to come for you. I want to be your good little fuckdoll." R's laughter was a low, throaty sound, a sound of pure, unadulterated lust. "There's our good little slut," she purred, her fingers moving faster, her touch becoming more demanding, more insistent. "Now let's see how loud you can scream for us." G's thrusts became more urgent, more punishing, his hips moving faster, his cock hitting that spot deep inside T that made her see stars. He grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto T's face, watching her expressions, her reactions. He was relentless, his body a machine designed for one purpose only: to fuck. To use. To claim. T's moans filled the room, her body moving in sync with G's thrusts, her hips bucking against R's hand. She was close again, so close, her body coiling tight, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the need. She was going to come, and this time, it was going to be even more intense, even more explosive. She was going to scream, and she was going to love every second of it. R leaned in, her teeth grazing T's earlobe, her voice a low, harsh growl. "Come for us, T. Come like the little slut you are. Show us how much you love this, how much you love being our fucktoy. Scream for us, T. Scream loud. Scream like the filthy little whore you are."

T's eyes widened, a mix of fear and anticipation flashing across her face. She knew what was coming, and the thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. R's fingers, slick with T's arousal, trailed down her body, skimming over her hips, her thighs, and finally, circling her ass. T tensed slightly, her breath hitching as R's touch became more insistent. "Relax, little slut," R murmured, her voice a low, commanding purr. "You know you want this. You know you want to be our good little fuckdoll, don't you?" T nodded, her body slowly relaxing under R's touch. She did want this. She wanted it all. She wanted to be used, to be claimed, to be their plaything. She wanted to feel the filth, the dirt, the wrongness of it all. G's thrusts became slower, more deliberate, his cock hitting that spot deep inside T that made her see stars. He was giving R room to play, to tease, to torment. And T was loving every second of it. R's fingers circled T's asshole, teasing, probing, but not quite entering. T could feel the pressure, the need, the desire to be filled, to be used. She moaned, her body writhing, her hips bucking, her mind a whirl of lust and need. "Please," T gasped, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. "Please, R. Please, fuck my ass. Please, use me. Please, make me your good little fuckdoll." R's laughter was a low, throaty sound, a sound of pure, unadulterated lust. "Such a filthy little mouth you have, T," she purred, her fingers finally pushing into T's ass, slow and deliberate. T screamed, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure, her body tensing, her hips bucking, her mind a whirl of lust and need. She was close again, so close, her body coiling tight, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel it building, the pressure, the heat, the need. She was going to come, and this time, it was going to be even more intense, even more explosive. She was going to scream, and she was going to love every second of it. R's fingers moved faster, her touch becoming more demanding, more insistent. She was fucking T's ass, using her, claiming her. And T was loving every second of it. "Come for us, T," R growled, her voice a low, harsh command. "Come like the little slut you are. Show us how much you love this, how much you love being our fucktoy. Scream for us, T. Scream loud. Scream like the filthy little whore you are."

G's rhythm faltered, his eyes gleaming with a fresh, sadistic gleam. He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with T's arousal, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. T whimpered at the sudden absence, her body aching for more, but G had other plans. "Open up, little slut," he commanded, his voice harsh and unyielding. He fisted his cock, stroking it slowly, making sure T saw the mess she'd made of him. "You're going to clean this up. You're going to show us how much you love our cocks, how much you love being our filthy little fuckdoll." T's eyes widened, a mixture of shame and lust swirling within them. She hesitated for a moment, her body tensing, but R's fingers in her ass drove out any remaining resistance. She parted her lips, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. R chuckled, a low, cruel sound. "That's it, you little whore. Show us what a good cocksucker you are." Her fingers moved faster, her touch brutal and unforgiving, using T's ass for her own pleasure. G moved closer, his cockhead pressing against T's lips. She opened wider, her tongue darting out to lick at the messy tip. G groaned, a low, guttural sound, as T took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her tongue working eagerly. He thrust in slowly, his hips moving in time with R's fingers, their combined efforts pushing T to the brink. She moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and vulgar. Her body writhed, her hips bucking, her mind a whirl of humiliation and lust. She was their plaything, their toy, and she was loving every second of her degradation.

T's mouth worked eagerly, her tongue swirling around G's shaft as he fucked her face. She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she relaxed, taking him deeper, her eyes watering from the effort. R's fingers in her ass matched G's rhythm, the dual invasion pushing her closer to the edge. "You're taking it so well, little slut," R purred, her voice laced with dark approval. "Look at you, choking on his cock like a good little whore." G's grip on T's hair tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "That's it," he grunted. "Take it all. Show us how much you love being our fucktoy." T moaned, the vibration sending shivers down G's spine. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He wanted to hold out, to draw out T's torture, but her eager mouth was too much. R, sensing his imminent release, increased her pace, her fingers fucking T's ass with relentless intensity. "Come for us, T," she commanded, her voice harsh and demanding. "Come while he fills your mouth with his cum. Show us how much you love it." T's body tensed, her muscles clenching around R's fingers. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by G's cock. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing, her hips bucking wildly. The sensation of T's ass clenching around her fingers pushed R over the edge as well. She groaned, her own pleasure radiating through her body. The feeling of her tightening ass made G groan. He thrust deep into T's mouth and held her there, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her throat with his hot, sticky release. T swallowed reflexively, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She could feel G's cock softening in her mouth, but she kept sucking, kept licking, determined to clean him thoroughly, to be the good little fuckdoll they wanted. R slowly pulled her fingers out of T's ass, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Good girl," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You took that so well. You're such a filthy little slut for us, aren't you?"

While G recovers he decides to mess with T more and tie her up, so they can force her to pleasure R and have more fun with her body

G pulled out of T's mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva and his spend. He watched, a cruel smile tugging at his lips, as T panted, her chest heaving with the effort of her orgasm and the humiliation of her submission. He leaned down, his voice a low growl. "You're not done yet, my little slut. We're just getting started." T's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't resist as G grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head. He snapped a pair of restraints around them, securing her to the headboard. She tested her bonds, her breath quickening as she realized she was truly at their mercy. R, watching with a satisfied smirk, straddled T's chest, her pussy hovering just above T's mouth. "Lick," R commanded, her voice harsh and demanding. She lowered herself slightly, her pussy lips brushing against T's lips. T complied, her tongue darting out to lick at R's slit, tasting her arousal. R moaned, a low, guttural sound, as she ground herself against T's face, using her for her own pleasure. G, meanwhile, circled T's body, his eyes roving over her flesh, a predator assessing his prey. He paused at T's sides, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving bruises in their wake. T gasped, the sudden pain mixing with the pleasure of R's pussy on her mouth, sending a jolt of lust through her body. G chuckled, a low, cruel sound, as he moved to her thighs, his strong hands gripping her tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. He spread her legs wide, exposing her ass and pussy, baring her completely to his gaze and touch. R, sensing his intentions, lifted herself off T's mouth, a string of saliva connecting her pussy to T's lips. She moved down T's body, her hands roaming over her flesh, her touch possessive and claiming. She paused at T's breasts, her fingers pinching and twisting her nipples, making T gasp and arch her back, her body betraying her desire despite the pain.

R rides her face. Building getting to squirt and drench her. G searches the room ‘joking’ about what objects he could use to fuck Ts needy pussy

R's mouth curled into a wicked grin as she repositioned herself, straddling T's face once more. She leaned down, her hands pressing firmly on T's shoulders, pinning her in place. "Time to make a mess, slut," R breathed, lowering her pussy onto T's mouth. T's tongue darted out eagerly, tasting R's slick folds, licking and sucking as instructed. R began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding her pussy against T's eager mouth. G, meanwhile, prowled around the room, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. He picked up a bottle of lube, squirted some onto his fingers, and rubbed them together with a slick sound. "What do we have here?" he mused aloud, his voice dripping with mock thoughtfulness. He grabbed a nearby wine bottle, holding it up to the light and inspecting it. "Hmm, a bit too thick, don't you think?" He set it down, moving to the nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging through it. "Ah, a vibrator," he said, pulling out a sleek, black wand. "But where's the fun in that?" He put it back, his fingers brushing against a small, glass dildo. He picked it up, turning it over in his hands. "Now this," he said, his voice taking on a predatory edge, "this could be interesting." Below him, T moaned, the sound muffled by R's pussy. R was riding her face harder now, her breaths coming in quick gasps, her body tensing as her orgasm built. She ground herself against T's mouth, her clit rubbing against T's nose, her juices coating T's face. T's tongue worked relentlessly, licking, sucking, driving R wild. G watched, his cock hardening again at the sight of R's breasts bouncing, her nipples hard and erect. He circled the room again, his eyes landing on a heavy, metal candlestick. He picked it up, weighing it in his hand, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Or maybe," he said, his voice a low growl, "we should just use this." He stroked the cool metal, his eyes locked on T's exposed, dripping pussy. R moaned loudly, her body tensing as her orgasm hit. She ground herself against T's face, her juices flowing, drenching T's mouth and chin. T gagged slightly, but kept licking, kept sucking, her body writhing beneath R's weight. She whimpered, and cried out, begging for more. Begging to be filled. Begging for pain. Begging for pleasure. And G, a cruel smile on his lips, obliged.

R moaned loudly, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. She ground herself against T's face, her juices flowing freely, coating T's chin and neck. T gagged slightly but kept licking, kept sucking, her body betraying her desire despite the humiliation. G watched, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He set the candlestick down, his eyes locking onto the champagne bottle chilling in the ice bucket. He picked it up, the cool glass feeling good in his hand. He popped the cork, the sound echoing through the room, and took a swig, his eyes never leaving T's exposed, dripping pussy. "Since it’s your special day, after all," he murmured, setting the bottle down and wiping his mouth. He picked up the champaign bottle, and stalked towards the bed, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. With a wicked smile, he grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount onto the champagne bottle. He rubbed it in, coating the glass, his eyes locked onto T's face, watching her reaction. "Please," T begged, her voice muffled by R's thigh, her body squirming, her hips bucking, seeking something—anything—to fill her. G chuckled, a low, cruel sound, as he positioned himself between her legs, the cold glass of the champagne bottle pressing against her thigh. It made her buck her hips and her mouth opened wider for R. R grinned down at her, her eyes wild with lust and dominance. "You want it, slut?" she panted, her hips rolling, her pussy grinding against T's mouth. "You want to be fucked with a champagne bottle on your special day?" She moaned and laughed at the same time, her body shivering with pleasure. T nodded, her eyes wide with desperation. "Yes," she moaned, the word slurry and wet, her body trembling with need. She tasted the champagne as the bottle was trailed over her skin. She moaned 'yes' again as the bottle made contact with her pussy. G pressed the tip of the champagne bottle against T's entrance, his eyes never leaving her face. "Is this what you want, my little slut?" he growled, his voice harsh and demanding. He slid the bottle in just an inch, then pulled it out, teasing her, tormenting her. She arched her back and moaned louder. He could hear how wet she was. R smiled down at her, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Beg for it, slut," she commanded, her voice harsh and unyielding. "Beg for the champagne bottle to fill your needy little pussy."

"I'll get you to beg in a moment, but first I think you should suck it," G replied, hovering the wet, slick bottle over her mouth. "Have a little taste of what's about to fuck you." He pushed the tip against her lips, and she parted them, tongue darting out to lick the cool glass. Her eyes flicked up to his, and he smiled, a cruel twist of the lips. "You want it now, don’t you? Want it deep in your throat, don’t you, slut?" He pressed the bottle in further, and she took it, her mouth stretching around the wide base. She gagged slightly, but he didn't stop, pushing it deeper until her eyes watered. R, still straddling T's face, grinned wickedly, her hips never stopping their relentless grind. "Look at you, taking it like a good little slut," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "You love it, don’t you? Love being used, being filled." G pulled the bottle out slowly, watching as T gasped for air, saliva and champagne dripping down her chin. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Want to be filled with champagne? Want to swallow every last drop?" He trailed the bottle down her body, over her breasts, her stomach, and back to her pussy. He pressed the tip against her entrance again, but this time, he didn't tease. He pushed in, slow and steady, watching as her body stretched to accommodate the cool, thick glass. Her mouth opened wide and she moaned loudly. Her eyes rolled back, and her body tensed, her hips bucking up to meet him. She screamed, not in pain, but in ecstasy, the sound primal and raw. "Do you like that, slut?" R demanded, her voice harsh. "Do you like being fucked with a champagne bottle?" She leaned down, her mouth finding T's nipple, biting and sucking hard. T's body writhed, her moans turning into incoherent screams of pleasure. G had barely pressed the cool glass into her, but she was already losing her mind. But R knew she wanted more. She needed more. She wanted to be fucked, hard and deep. The champagne bottle was only the beginning. She needed pain. Needed to be punished. To be degraded. She needed to be taken.

As they continue they laugh about how she’s now going to be a sweet innocent bride for her new husband ….. which was Gs plan, to sate his jealous through humiliation of T

G chuckles, a dark and mocking sound, as he pushes the champagne bottle deeper into T, her body yielding to the invasion. "Look at you," he sneers, "so eager to take it, to be filled. And soon, you'll be a sweet, innocent bride, won't you? All pure and virtuous for your new husband. But right now, you're just a greedy little slut, aren't you?" R laughs, a harsh and cruel sound, as she pinches T's nipple hard, twisting it until T screams. "That's right, you little whore. Soon, you'll be walking down the aisle, all virginal and pure. But we know the truth, don't we? We know what a dirty, filthy slut you are. We know how much you love to be used, to be fucked like the whore you are." T's body bucks, her hips meeting each thrust of the champagne bottle, her moans filling the room. Her eyes are wild, her body slick with sweat, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Yes," she gasps, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes, I'm a slut. I'm a dirty, filthy whore. I love it. I love being used. I love being fucked." G grins, a cruel and triumphant smile, as he thrusts the bottle deeper, his eyes never leaving T's face. "That's right, you little slut. You love it. You love being fucked like the whore you are. And soon, you'll be a sweet, innocent bride, all pure and virtuous for your new husband. But we'll know the truth, won't we? We'll know what a dirty, filthy slut you are." R leans down, her mouth finding T's other nipple, her teeth sinking into the flesh, her tongue lathing the hurt away. "That's right, you little whore. Soon, you'll be walking down the aisle, all virginal and pure. But we'll know the truth. We'll know how much you love to be used, to be fucked like the slut you are." T's body convulses, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her screams filling the room. Her body bucks, her hips meeting each thrust of the champagne bottle, her body taking it all, begging for more. G grins, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure, as he continues to fuck her with the champagne bottle, his body moving in sync with hers, his hand gripping her thigh tightly. R laughs, a harsh and cruel sound, as she pinches T's nipple, twisting it until she screams, her body writhing in ecstasy and pain.

They push her further, relentless in their quest to shatter her, to make her beg for more. G pulls the bottle out slightly, then slams it back in, harder, faster. "Take it, you filthy slut," he growls. "Take every inch of it." He pounds into her, the bottle's base slapping against her thighs, the cool glass a stark contrast to her heated flesh. T's screams turn guttural, desperate. R leans back, her fingers digging into T's ribs, finding sensitive spots that make her jerk and writhe. "You want more, don't you?" she hisses. "You want to be torn apart, don't you, you little fucktoy?" She shifts her weight, her hand snaking down to where G is fucking T with the bottle. Her fingers press against the glass, feeling the stretch of T's pussy around it. She grins wickedly, then pushes a finger in beside the bottle, stretching T further. T's body convulses, her eyes rolling back as she screams. "More!" she begs, her voice raw. "More, please, more!" G laughs, a cold, harsh sound. "You hear that, whore?" he taunts. "She wants more. Give her more." He pulls the bottle out, leaving R's finger buried inside T. He spits on his hand, coating the bottle with saliva, then pushes it back in, adding another finger alongside R's. T's body stretches obscenely, her pussy gaping around the intrusion. She screams, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. R leans down, her mouth at T's ear. "Good girl," she purrs. "Take it all, you filthy slut. Take every inch of it. You love it, don't you? Love being stretched, being filled, being used." She bites down on T's earlobe, hard enough to draw blood. T screams again, her body bucking wildly as another orgasm tears through her.

G's grin widens as he watches T's body respond to the pain and pleasure. "Look at her," he says, his voice thick with lust. "She's a fucking mess. And she loves every second of it." He increases his pace, the bottle slamming into T with brutal force. The room fills with the obscene sounds of her body being fucked, her wetness slicking the glass, her screams echoing off the walls. R pulls her fingers out, coating them in T's juices before bringing them to her mouth. She sucks them clean, her eyes never leaving T's face. "Delicious," she murmurs. She reaches down again, this time pushing two fingers into T's ass, stretching her further. T screams, her body convulsing as she's filled from both ends. "You like that, don't you, you filthy whore?" R taunts, her fingers pumping in and out of T's ass in time with G's thrusts. "You like being filled up, being used like the slut you are." T can barely form words, her body writhing and bucking as she's pounded into. "Yes," she gasps out, her voice hoarse. "Yes, I like it. I love it. I love being your slut. I love being used." G's hand finds T's throat, squeezing tightly as he leans down to growl in her ear. "You're our good little fucktoy, aren't you? Our slut to use and abuse as we please." His grip tightens, cutting off her air as he slams the bottle into her harder. T's body goes tense, her eyes wide as she struggles for breath, her orgasm building higher and higher. R watches, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She pulls her fingers from T's ass, bringing them back to T's mouth. "Breathe," she commands, pushing her fingers inside. T sucks in a desperate breath through her nose, her body convulsing as she comes undone, her scream muffled around R's fingers. G releases her throat, a cruel grin on his face as he watches her body shake and jerk with the force of her orgasm.