Slut Training

Mike grunted in agreement, pushing the bat deeper until it was all the way in, the handle resting against her stomach. Emily's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural moan that sounded almost like a scream.

John, not to be outdone, shoved his bat into her ass, feeling it slide against the walls of her colon. He knew it was wrong, that they were pushing her too far, but the power and the desire were too much to resist. With each thrust, he felt her body tighten around the invasive object, her muscles clenching in an attempt to push it out. But she didn't fight them; she was lost in the haze of pain and pleasure, her body betraying her mind.

Mike watched in awe as John's bat disappeared inside her, the handle disappearing, his hand with it up to his wrist. "Fuck, she's so tight," Mike said, his voice strained with effort. They pushed deeper, their strokes growing more erratic as they lost themselves in the depraved act. The bats filled her so completely that she could feel them rubbing against each other, creating an unimaginable fullness that she never knew was possible.

Her stomach bulged grotesquely, the shafts of the two bats clearly visible beneath her stretched skin. The pain was indescribable, but she couldn't find the strength to protest. Instead, she let out a keening wail, her body writhing in agony. Mike's slammed his fist agianst the end of his bat slamming it into her womb, the pressure building until she thought she might burst. John, seeing the distress on her face, didn't relent. He pushed his bat even deeper, feeling it slide along her intestine, straightening out a particularly tight bend.

Emily's eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out from the intensity of the pain. For a moment, John felt a flicker of concern, but then he remembered his power. He snapped his fingers, and she gasped, coming to with a start. Her skin was no longer torn, her body once again pristine but now able to take any **** with out tearing "Good girl," he murmured, stroking her hair. "You can handle this."

Her eyes were glazed over with lust and pain, but she nodded, begging for more with a whimper. Mike looked at his dad with a mix of awe and horror, but the bulge in his pants was unmistakable. "What's next?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

John smirked, his mind racing with possibilities. "Why stop at bats?" he said, his voice dark and playful. "Let's see what else she can handle." He snapped his fingers again, and Emily's body jolted back to life. Her eyes were wild, but the need was still there.

With a wicked grin, John bent down and picked her up, her legs draping over his shoulders as he held her in place. Mike followed his father's lead, his own eyes alight with the same twisted excitement. They both reached into her, their arms elbow-deep in her soaking wet pussy and her tight, quivering asshole. Her body convulsed around them, a silent scream caught in her throat as she was pushed to her absolute limits.

The feeling of her womb clenching down on Mike's fist was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was a powerful, primal sensation that sent shockwaves through his body, making his own cock throb with need. He could feel her muscles contracting, trying to expel his fist, but he only pushed harder, reveling in the way she squirmed and writhed. Each time he pulled back, her cunt would suction down around his hand, as if begging him not to leave, and then she'd spasm as he slammed back in.

John watched, his own excitement building as he fisted her ass. Her sphincter stretched around his forearm, his bicep bulging with the effort of holding her open. He could see the excitement in Mike's eyes, the way his son's cock was already hard again despite just having cum. They had turned her into a mindless fucktoy, and it was the most thrilling experience of his life. He knew they were crossing lines that could never be uncrossed, but the power was too much to resist.

"Hold her steady," John said, his voice tight with anticipation. Mike nodded, his hand wrapped around her neck to keep her in place. John reached for the toolbox, his eyes scanning the contents with a new, twisted purpose. He selected a thick, metal pipe, its 5 inch diameter larger than anything they had used so far. It was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth of her body.

He lubed up the pipe with the slickness of her own juices, watching as it gleamed in the harsh light of the garage. With a sadistic smile, he approached her gaping pussy, the head of the pipe nudging against her swollen clit. She moaned, her body trembling in anticipation and fear. He pushed it in, watching as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The sound of her flesh stretching was obscene, and the sight of the 5 inch thick pipe disappearing into her was more arousing than he could have ever imagined.

John took his time, pushing the pipe deeper and deeper until it was all the way in, the end of it pressing against her uterus walls. Her body was a playground of pain and pleasure, and he was the master, orchestrating every sensation. He felt her insides contract around it, her body desperately trying to adjust to the invasive object.

Mike's hand was still lodged in her ass, his fingers curling inside her, searching for that magical spot that would make her come again. She was a livewire in their hands, a symphony of sensations that played out on her sweat-drenched skin. John began to pump the pipe in and out of her, watching as her stomach convulsed with every thrust. Her tits bounced, the nipples hard and erect, begging for attention.

Mike's phone was in his pocket, and without a second thought, he pulled it out. "Let's record this," he said, his voice thick with lust. "It's going to be epic." John nodded, his eyes never leaving her face as he took the phone and aimed it at her stretched pussy. They both watched as the pipe slid in and out of her, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room. Emily's eyes were half-closed, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, her mouth open in a silent cry.

John handed the phone to Mike and took over filming, getting close-ups of the pipe disappearing into her, the way her pussy stretched around it. He could see the veins in her neck bulging as she took it all, her body trembling with each deep thrust. They had crossed a line, but there was no turning back now. The thought of sharing this with others, of having strangers watch and get off on their little secret, only added to the excitement.

Mike took the phone, capturing the moment as John pulled the pipe out with an obscene pop, her pussy gushing with cum and lube. She was a mess, her body used and abused, but she was still begging for more, her eyes glassy with lust.

"Please, don't stop," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I need it so badly."

John and Mike shared a knowing look, their own desires reflected in the twisted smiles that played on their faces. They had broken her down and rebuilt her into their ultimate fantasy, a slut who craved their every touch. They had pushed her beyond her limits, and she had begged for more.

Now, as Emily lay there, panting and covered in a mix of sweat and bodily fluids, she looked up at them with a glint in her eye. "What else can we do?" she purred, her voice thick with lust. "I want to feel so full, so...stuffed."

John and Mike exchanged a look, their smirks growing wider. This was the ultimate power trip, and they were only just getting started. "How about we see if you can handle two fist at once?" John suggested, his cock already hardening at the thought.

Emily's eyes lit up, her breathing growing erratic. "Oh god, yes," she moaned, spreading her legs wider, inviting them in. "I want it all, Daddy, Mikey. Fill me up, please." The pet names sent a thrill through them both, a reminder of their newfound dominance over her. She had fully embraced her role as their toy, and they were eager to test her limits.

"Two fists at once, you say?" John mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Let's see if you can handle it, my little slut." He snapped his fingers, and her body trembled in anticipation, her pussy gushing more juices onto the garage floor. Mike, his own excitement growing, lined up his fist with her pussy, both coated in her wetness.

Emily nodded fervently, her breath coming in short gasps. "Please, I'll do anything," she begged, her voice a mix of desperation and excitement. "I want to be your fuck toy forever." Mike's eyes widened slightly at her words, but the lust in his gaze never faltered. He positioned his hand, the knuckles of his fist pressing against her stretched entrance.

John stepped forward, his own hand coated in her juices. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Mike nodded, and together, they pushed into her, their fists stretching her pussy beyond its limits. Emily's eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. They didn't stop, pushing harder, watching as her pussy tried to accommodate the impossible girth.

The sensation was unlike anything they had ever felt before. Her muscles clamped down on their fists, trying to push them out, but they were too strong. They could feel the resistance, the way she was fighting it, but they knew she wouldn't last. With a final push, they were in, their knuckles brushing against each other inside her. The sight was obscene, but it was the most erotic thing they had ever seen.

Her body convulsed, her legs spasming as they began to pump their fists in unison. They could feel the head of Mike's knuckles pushing against her cervix, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed, the sound echoing through the garage. "Yes," she gasped, "yes, please don't stop."

John and Mike watched in amazement as her body stretched to accommodate them, her cervix opening up like a blossoming flower, allowing both fists to sink into her womb. The feeling of her warm, tight walls closing around their fists was indescribable, and they both felt a surge of power and lust. They had never felt anything so taboo, so wrong, and yet so incredibly right.

Her moans grew louder, her body writhing and bucking with each punch into her womb. The pressure was unbearable, but she didn't ask them to stop. Instead, she begged for more, her voice hoarse from screaming. They could see the pleasure and pain etched on her face, a masochistic delight that fueled their own depravity. They picked up the pace, their fists moving in tandem, her pussy stretching and contracting around them like a vice.

It was like a perverse dance, their bodies moving in unison with hers, a macabre rhythm that sent shockwaves through their own bodies. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of her pussy, and their grunts of effort filled the garage, creating a symphony of debauchery. Her stomach grew taut with every thrust, the veins in her neck bulging as she fought the urge to pass out.

They didn't stop filming, the phone's camera capturing every moment of her stretched, abused pussy taking their fists. The video was a testament to their power over her, a twisted home movie of their most depraved desires made flesh. They watched as the fists disappeared into her, only to re-emerge, coated in a mix of cum, and lube. The sight was mesmerizing, and they couldn't help but get harder, eager to feel the tightness of her throat clench around their cocks once more.

John withdrew his fist with a wet pop, his cock standing tall and eager. He stepped forward, and without a word, Emily opened her mouth wide, her eyes pleading for his release. He plunged his cock down her throat, feeling her gag reflex try to kick in, but she was a good slut, she swallowed him whole. Mike took over the filming, his own cock twitching as he watched his father's cock disappear into his sister's mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with every deep-throated suck.

But Mike's gaze kept straying to the tool rack, his mind racing with the possibilities. His eyes settled on a long-handled sledgehammer, and an idea formed in his mind. He stepped back, his heart pounding with excitement and fear at the thought of what he was about to do. He approached her with the hammer, the head gleaming in the garage light.

Emily looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her body trembling with the need for release. She didn't protest when he positioned the hammer at her pussy, her legs spreading wider of their own accord. Mike took a deep breath, his hand shaking with anticipation, and brought the hammer down, the head slamming into her with a sickening wet slurping sound.

Her eyes went wide, and she gagged around John's cock as the metal invaded her, the handle disappearing into her body up to 18 inchs deep. Mike could see the outline of the hammer's head through her stretched stomach, a dark shadow that made his cock throb with excitement. She was so full, so completely used, that it was all he could do not to cum on the spot. He pulled the hammer back and slammed it in again, the sound of her moan muffled by John's dick in her mouth.

John watched, his own eyes glazing over with lust as he pumped into her throat. He had never seen anything so depraved, so utterly fucked up, and yet it was the most arousing thing he had ever witnessed. The power to make her take whatever they gave her was a high unlike any **** he had ever tried. He felt invincible, like he could do anything to her and she would love it.

Mike's strokes grew faster, the sound of the hammer's head slapping against her clit with each thrust. Emily's body was a canvas of pleasure and pain, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned and choked around John's cock. Her pussy was stretched wide, the hammer handle sticking out of her like a grotesque, glistening flagpole.

John watched with a mix of horror and fascination as Mike pulled the hammer out, the sound of her flesh closing around it like a wet, **** mouth. "Look how much she can take," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "She's perfect."

Mike nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. He snapped the hammer back into the tool rack and reached for something even bigger—a post hole digger with a thick, pointed end. It was easily twice the size of the hammer's handle, and John couldn't believe they were about to use it on her. But the power was too intoxicating to resist.