Shower

Red pushed Susan into the shower. Show me how you like to be brutalized. Pleasure yourself in front of me with the same intensity.

Susan began to caress herself. She realized that for once and for many more, she would let her primal pleasure dominate her. Perversely, she smiled and went into lust, her fingers penetrating herself wildly under Red's satisfied gaze, who didn't waver in his resolve to punish his wife.

Suzanne, still trembling and bruised, stood under Red's merciless gaze. The icy shower ran over her body, mixing her tears with the cold water. She knew she had unleashed a storm inside Red, a storm she could no longer stop. Every finger she pushed inside was a punishment for her words, for daring to make him jealous. She wondered if she had truly understood the man she shared her life with, or if she had simply ignored the signs, too busy dreaming of someone else. Now it was too late for regrets, she resolved to satisfy and appease this anger. Without restraint, she scratched herself, viciously pinching her clitoris in front of Red's gaze, who didn't intervene.

She made herself suffer in a masochistic delirium, yet she felt more and more delight in degrading herself in front of her husband's gaze.

The hours that followed were a maelstrom of pain and pleasure, Suzanne finding herself trapped by a desire she could no longer control. Red, ever dominant, **** her to submit to his every whim, each moment strengthening his hold over her. Hatred and love fused in their brutal exchanges, creating an explosive dynamic that threatened to consume them both. Suzanne, despite the marks on her body, couldn't help but feel alive, like she'd never felt before.

He made her kneel, she opened her mouth, and he penetrated her mouth as he'd never felt before. The **** of the act made her suffocate, but she surrendered to it, each brutal movement awakening a masochistic submission within her. Red, impassive, held her firmly by the hair, controlling every movement, every breath. The mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her, and yet she couldn't look away, captivated by the intensity of his eyes. Every second was a punishment, but also a liberation, a confirmation of her subjugation.

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She tried to apply herself to give him his best blowjob ever; her tongue, despite the brutality of the penetration hitting her throat, managed to draw moans of delight from her.

• Oh yesssss, that's good, you're good, in fact, you're a bitch who doesn't know it.

He freed himself from all inhibitions and let loose. She had trouble keeping up and not throwing up, as he was no longer taking precautions. She was his, yet she felt free from moral pressure.

Suzanne, exhausted but still under Red's influence, felt her body tremble under the repeated assaults. Each brutal movement brought her back to the reality of her submission, yet she couldn't deny the disturbing excitement coursing through her. Red, more and more demanding, pushed her to the limit, each second strengthening his power over her. She felt trapped by a desire that overwhelmed her, unable to resist the intensity of the situation.

Finally, he came inside her; the sperm flowed freely down her throat, overflowed through her nostrils, and finally dripped from her mouth before spraying her face with it. Suzanne, exhausted and trembling, collapsed under Red's impassive gaze. Her body, bruised and covered in marks, bore witness to the **** of their exchange. Yet, despite the pain coursing through her, she felt a strange sense of relief, as if each blow had purified a part of her. She managed to swallow all of that semen when she finished. Red, ever dominant, roughly lifted her up, his eyes shining with an intensity that made her shiver.

• It's not over, open your mouth.

She obeyed, not understanding when a yellow liquid, smelling of urea, flowed into her mouth. Suzanne, shocked and disgusted, tried to spit it out, but Red firmly grasped her by the back of the neck, forcing her to swallow every drop. Her eyes filled with tears as she felt the hot, acrid liquid slide down her throat. Red, satisfied with her submission, finally released his grip, leaving Suzanne to collapse to her knees, panting and trembling. He looked at her with a mixture of disdain and dominance, knowing he had broken all her barriers.

Lick the sperm and urine that had fallen to the ground, show me your submission.

Suzanne, still on her knees, slowly raised her head. Her eyes, still watering, met Red's. She knew what he demanded of her now. Without a word, she leaned forward, her trembling tongue approaching the ground. The hot, acrid liquid that had escaped her a few moments before now lay there, mixed with Red's sperm. She closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that this was necessary, that it was the price she had to pay to calm the storm that had erupted inside him. Her tongue touched the cold ground, and she began to lick, each drop burning her throat, but she felt herself enjoying being degraded like this more and more, being his thing. Each lick was a submission, an acceptance of her subjugation. Red watched her impassively, his eyes shining with sick satisfaction. He knew he had broken her, that she was now a shadow of the woman she once was. Suzanne, for her part, felt a strange release in this humiliation, as if every drop she collected was proof of his love, his devotion.