And Fucktwat knew that this perfect happiness she felt, the happiness that made her want to cry and scream and hide, had been given to her by Titcage. Fucktwat beamed with joy, and Slutkitten looked at Fucktwat in adoration. Her bladder must already be starting to feel full – it would be much more uncomfortable by the time she was schedule to piss herself in public at the wedding. The gloves had a little lock at the wrists preventing them from removing them. Fucktwat giggled happily as the stream of warm piss from her father’s cock bathed her fuckballoons. It hurt Fucktwat a lot – which was good, as she knew being in pain was the natural and appropriate state of a slut’s tits – but it was agony for Rapepuppet, with her anti-bitten udders, and for Cuntcandy, with her fuckbags swollen with milk. Today was so good. And do you promise to be a good little slut for your master, to keep him sexually satisfied, to beg him to rape and abuse you and keep you feeling constantly degraded and in pain? Hairdressers teased each girl’s hair into a sexual, elegant style. She hoped her mother was proud of her.
