The New Toy

Cain looked down on the mess of a woman still glued to the table, now with an additional load pumped inside of her. He took a few pictures for later of the slut as the mixture of both his and her juices ran down her legs.

After he was done checking out the newly appointed and glazed cumslut, Cain with a big smirk on his face looked to the husband, who was just staring, now fighting back tears from the horrific **** of his wife that he’d just witnessed. He was motionless, speechless in fact, but his purpose was done. Cain was now rich, with multiple estates and businesses and now letting his power run rampant.

He was the alpha, he had had the power to dominate and it made him hard. He loved it, this feeling was like a ****, like no else so he had to do one last dominant display. Cain had Max unstick the women from the table and pick her up. She was a limp just dangling under the buff black mans arm, she was dripping cum with many ropes still attached from her to the table like a spiderweb of nut. Laughing, Cain said “ your wife enjoyed that thoroughly... Max is taking her away as our new play toy and this is the last time you’ll ever see the worthless whore”.

Max and the slimed up women slowly walked away. The whole time, right until she disappeared upstairs she stared at her partner. Her blue eyes full of cum, fear and horror. She was crying, **** for any help, mercy, for anything. Anything but her new life. Hanging there Limp she, reached out for him with one arm using all her remaining strength just trying to hold it up, trying to grab and hold onto the last bit of hope. The last bit of hope that vanished along with sight of the man she once knew.

Now completely broken down in tears the man just looked at Cain physically unable to do anything. Cain calmly said to the shell of a man “You’ve fulfilled your job so leave and never come back” So as per his orders the man slowly undressed down to his boxers, the whole time staring at the white sludgy silhouette of his wife still printed on the table playing back the memory of how it got there over and over. He knew this was going to be the last time he’d see the women he loved so he closed his eyes to try remember the good memories and remember her beauty but recoiled all he could picture hey completely broken lying there on the table almost expressionless and broken covered in cum, he could hear the screams from the anal fuck from Max. This was it, this was all he could think about and how he was going to remember his wife and that hurt the most. He then slowly walked to the door, stepped out and closed it.

The moment the door latched shut, the tears stopped flowing the pain went away along with the memories and any hope for his wife. He was no one, nowhere without any idea of anything.

Cain watch the man on his doorstep few a few minutes try to make sense of anything before he shut the blinds and sat down on the couch with a smile. He was rich, more powerful than anyone could fathom and just that taste of power he had over that couple made him hornier than ever before. He knew what he wanted and now he was going to do it.