6 months later

With a sense pride and sadistic glee, you listen from bed as Carrie's screams echo across the bedroom. You see the whip slicing against her skin, making a loud crack as she cries out in horrible pain.

It's quite the sight. Your sex ****, held upright by bondage cuffs which hang from the ceiling, shaking in agony as angry red welts crisscross her pale skin like a series of abstract brush strokes. She dances as she gets whipped over and over again without rest, having to dance for your amusement.

"Harder!" You tell Jill, ordering your blonde fiancée to brutalise your **** even harder.

"No please don't make her..."

Carrie's words are cut off by another lash before she's allowed to finish. There they are. Those pretty begging eyes that are racked in pain. She expresses her anguish by screaming and then gives up her shame by sobbing loudly, collapsing in her bounds as you have her replacement beat the shit out of her.

You'd think that she would have gotten used to her new role in life by now but Carrie really wasn't the sharpest tool in the drawer. Yesterday, she made the mistake of trying to prove herself as being a better fuck than Jill and your girlfriend certainly did not take kindly to that.

Jealousy was normally such an ugly emotion but you have to say, it didn't look half bad on Jill. She wore the green monster well, especially when swinging the whip or thrashing Carrie with a paddle.

There wasn't much of Carrie's body left that didn't bare the marks of Jill's wrath. She'd been torturing her for hours, only stopping to take a break when you wanted to fuck one of them. Sex with her was great when she was so worked up like this.

And when it came to fucking Carrie whilst she cried and kept breaking down to hysteric weeps, there was nothing more pleasurable. Plus, it had the bonus of making Jill even more jealous, adding to the fun.

"Please tell her to stop!"

The worthless pleas that fell to your deaf ears grew even more **** when Jill approached her and delivered a bone chillingly hard slap. You then smile as she forces Carrie to spread her legs before driving home a knee right into Carrie's cunt.

"Yeah, how are you going to be fucking anyone when your filthy cunt is all swollen shut!"

That looked like it hurt, knocking the air out of Carrie's lungs. The idea to bruise Carrie's cunt though was kind of appealing. The roughest of sex, multiple times each day had taken the toll on her. She wasn't nearly as tight as she had once been.

"Please help me! She's going to kill me..."

That was a tad over dramatic. Jill often enjoyed **** Carrie but she had never gone as far as to strangle her. Still, you decide that it's about time that you got up and gently strolled to Carrie's aid.

Her face is red by the time you get behind her and begin to line up your erect cock in between her bleeding asscheeks. It just takes one savage thrust to **** yourself inside of her, free to enjoy the massaging sensation of her bowels as she constricts around you, clinging onto her miserable life.

"Are you feeling better now?" You ask Jill, half aiming to edge her on further.

"A bit but the bitch hasn't even began suffering enough yet."

"Well we got all day to hurt and **** her. Tell you what, after I finish pounding her ass, why don't we each grab one leg and see how flexible she can be?"

"That sounds like fun. But I really want to wreck her. I want the sex addicted whore to hate everything so much that her wet cunt goes dry just thinking about it."

"Why don't we aim to do just that? Let's spend the next week torturing her any way we want."

"Really? You'd let me do anything I want to her?"

You can't help but smile as you say the next words, "Anything, I promise."

In between you two, you hear Carrie weep, sobbing as she regrets everything she had ever said.