A bullwhip

His father returned holding a bullwhip, a 10-foot black leather bullwhip. He first tried it on Monica, and with a loud crack, an almost deafening sound of crack hit her at the back. leaving a deep red bruise. Monica’s nose leaked piss as the second strike hit her again in the back. Zach’s dad ordered Monica to turn around, which she complied with and aimed at her nipples. The impact made her tit jiggle like jelly. Monica closed her eyes in delight and reached down to her chest to insert three fingers into her already dripping twat. Feeling proud of his accuracy, Zach’s dad moved his aim to his wife’s red swollen tits, but not as red as mine. Each side received five slaps from the whip, hoping to make it pop. But to his disappointment, it didn’t. It only made her nipple redder, marking the evidence of his incredible aim.

"You done, son? I might need that slut. " Zach’s dad is now interested in my tits. He was curious as to whether a bloated tit might blow out under excessive pressure.

"Just a minute, dad," Zach replied, increasing his pace on my throat. But he discharged his sperm all over my face, obviously not wanting me to gulp any more "food" since it’s way past dinner. He turned me over to face his father, who was getting ready to strike his whip. Again, with great precision, he hit my left nipple on his first strike. My right nipple on the next one. He repeated it simultaneously, and each strike landed on my nipples every time. I wanted to play with my cunt, if only my hands were free. He stopped on his 20th strike, evenly divided on each of my nipples. The reason for his pause was beyond me. My eyes were closed, trying to hold my own orgasm. But I used his pausing to relax my vaginal muscles and released a stream of liquid that sprayed down the floor as my squirting began. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor, but what I saw wasn’t just the wet floor but also some droplets of blood. I was curious as to whether it was truly coming from my nipples, but I was unable to elevate my tits to find out. Both of them were already extremely red, so it could be somewhere else around my tit and probably not my nipples. I looked at Zach’s dad to see what made him stop. He had been interrupted by a phone call. The call was for Monica, but since he decided to own her phone, he got to answer it.

"That was your fiancé." Zach’s dad said to Monica. "He wanted to let you know that he had changed his mind about your daughter’s twin babies. He said he now wanted to keep them since he was the one who knocked her up. " Zach's dad passed the message from Monica’s fiancé to her. Monica only replied with a nod.

As the conversation ended, he continued his strike on my nipples right after placing Monica’s phone back in his pocket. He added another 20 slaps from the whip before completely breaking off. He had given up trying to make my tit explode using the whip. I could tell without looking down that both of my nipples were now bleeding hard. I can feel the blood flowing down my abdomen to my kneeling legs. But I’m sure my painslut mod will replace those lost blood cells soon enough.

"There you go, son." Zach’s dad gave his bullwhip to his son and went to see his wife again to finally say his goodnight. He gave his wife a hard squeeze on both of her tits, his final attempt to make it pop up like a balloon. With no luck, he moved on and bent over to kiss her on the forehead.

"Goodnight, slut." He said to his wife.

"Goodnight, honey." Her response was.

Zach’s dad grabbed Monica’s hair and dragged her along as he walked. Monica’s ass-checks bounced on the stairs' steps as they inclined. Me and Zach’s mom left with Zach. As his painsluts and breeding pigs, we waited for his instructions. My entire belly and my cheeks were now covered with blood.