Emilys sales pitch

Emily led me through a side entrance and down a dimly lit hallway. My legs felt heavy, but I followed her anyway. She stopped in front of a large one-way mirror that overlooked a private suite. The room on the other side was brightly lit and already in full swing.

“Watch,” Emily whispered, standing close beside me. “No one can see you. Just enjoy.”

On the other side of the glass my two previous fiancées were being whored out like premium entertainment.

Luna (Sylvie) was on all fours on a large bed, her white bridal lingerie torn and bunched around her waist. My brother was pounding her pussy hard from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her ass while another friend of mine fucked her mouth. Luna moaned like an animal around the cock in her throat, pushing back eagerly to take every inch. Her heavy tits swung beneath her, the “Trixie’s Sister” tattoo clearly visible. Cum already leaked from her used holes.

Beside her, Abbigail (Trixie) was on her back with her legs spread wide. My best man was between her thighs, slamming into her dripping pussy while two other groomsmen took turns fucking her tits and mouth. Her enhanced body jiggled with every brutal thrust. The “Free Use Whore” tattoo across her lower back flexed as she arched in pleasure. She looked completely lost in lust, eyes glassy, plump lips stretched wide around cock after cock.

I was rock hard. My cock strained painfully against my pants as I watched the women I had once loved being destroyed by my own friends and family.

Emily noticed immediately. She stepped in front of me, dropped gracefully to her knees, and looked up with that calm, knowing smile. “It is okay to be turned on, Alex. Look at them. They are so happy now.”

Her fingers worked my zipper open. She pulled my throbbing cock out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip. I groaned despite myself. The sight on the other side of the glass combined with her touch made my knees weak.

“See what we did to Luna first,” Emily murmured, her hand pumping me steadily. “We took your sweet Sylvie and broke her over months. Daily hypnosis. Constant fucking. We trained her throat until she could take any cock without gagging. We gave her those big tits and covered her in marks that show exactly what she is. Now she cums from being passed around like a cheap whore. Watch your brother fill her.”

On cue my brother groaned and slammed deep, pumping his load into Luna’s pussy. She shuddered in orgasm, moaning loudly around the cock in her mouth as cum leaked out around him.

Emily leaned forward and licked the head of my cock teasingly. “And Abbigail… your beautiful bride-to-be. We took her right before the wedding. The same audio loops, the same relentless training. We pumped her full of aphrodisiacs and fucked her for days until her mind melted. We gave her those perfect cock-sucking lips and those big, sensitive tits. We tattooed her so everyone would know she is free use. Now look at her.

She is squirting on your best friend’s cock while another man uses her throat.”

Abbigail cried out in ecstasy as my best man flooded her pussy with cum. Another man immediately took his place, sliding into her creampied hole with a wet sound. She wrapped her legs around him eagerly, begging for more with broken moans.

Emily took my cock into her mouth and sucked eagerly, bobbing her head like a trained slut. Her tongue swirled around the shaft as she worked me deeper. She pulled off for a moment, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and continued stroking firmly.

“They both fought at first,” she said between licks. “But the programming always wins. Now they live for cock and cum. They are addicted to being degraded and used. Just like good girls should be.”

She dove back down, sucking me harder, taking me into her throat while her hand massaged my balls. The wet sounds of her eager blowjob mixed with the moans and slapping flesh coming from the other room. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of my brother and friends destroying the two women who were once mine.

The pressure built fast. Emily sensed it and sucked harder, moaning around my cock as if she loved it. I grabbed her hair and thrust into her throat, watching through the glass as my best man pulled out and painted Abbigail’s tits with another load.

I came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down Emily’s whore throat. She swallowed every drop without spilling, milking me with her lips and tongue until I was spent. When she finally pulled off she licked her lips slowly, looking up at me with satisfaction.

“Good boy,” she purred. “The group likes the women you keep finding, Alex. We want you to work for us. Bring us more pretty girls who need new lives. In return you will get a generous share of the profit made from each one. And you can fuck me whenever you want. Whenever the urge strikes.”

She stood up gracefully, pressing her body against mine. Her hand gave my softening cock one last affectionate squeeze.

“Think about it,” she whispered. “You could have all of this. Power. Pleasure. And the chance to watch your old loves be used every single day.”

I stared through the glass at the cum-covered, moaning women on the other side. My mind was spinning. My body was still buzzing.

And for the first time, I did not immediately say no.