eenslaved:Two days after their engagement, her fiance formerly presented her to his parents and othe

eenslaved:Two days after their engagement, her fiance formerly presented her to his parents and other close relatives. Earlier in the night, each family member had toasted their engagement. She slept heavily that night, unaware of her fiance binding her arms and breasts. He carried her gently downstairs to the main room where they had taken tea and other drinks. The low tea table had been turned over by his family, and she was placed upon the hard wood, ankles tied off to two legs of the table, her thighs staked wide apart.While she slept, she was carefully examined by all in attendance. She woke to her future mother-in-law sharing her concern on the small width of her childbearing hips. “However,” the mother-in-law assured her son, “Her breasts will contain much milk and can certainly nourish any children you have.”Stunned, she cried out for her fiance, who knelt near her head. She turned her face to him pleadingly. “Why are you doing this to me?”He soothed her, pressed her back down to the table, “Shh. Be quiet. My family must pass judgement on whether you will be a good wife to me.”His father said, “Now that she is awake, we can witness her responsiveness. A cold woman will not make a good wife, son.”Her future father-in-law dug blunt fingers into her pussy as they all avidly studied her face and body. She cried out and struggled away, but she was held in place, unable to close her thighs. Her fiance’s younger brother remarked, “Her nipples are hardening. You can see that she likes this.” He leaned forward and grasped a nipple, milking it. This brother was a sailor, and his fingers were coarse with callouses, as rough as the fingers pushing in and out of her cunt.She sobbed and continued struggling, writhing on the hard underside of the tea table. She couldn’t bear for them to watch her, to see her body responding unwillingly to their manipulation while they talked above her head about her.The mother-in-law pinched her exposed clit, dragging it up for everyone to see. She announced, “Her bud is throbbing in my hand.” To her son, she said, “If you control this, you control the rest of her.”She found her voice and screamed as fingers coated in her slick arousal wormed into her anus, probing deep. “Can you not silence her?” She heard her father-in-law demand.Her fiance’s uncle drew near her head. “Nephew, this is how you silence your woman. When she grows anxious with complaints, you feed her your cock. This kind of woman will find it a source of great comfort, as it reminds her of her true nature and purpose in life.” He knelt over her at the head of the upturned table, resting his cock on her forehead as she twisted her head violently back and forth. His uncle’s hands closed on the side of her head, forcing her still. His balls dragged across her face as he fed her his cock an inch at a time.Her brother-in-law’s fingers stopped milking her nipples, began twisting. Her back arched up from the table. Her mother-in-law continued pinching her clit rhythmically. Fingers played inside her cunt, swirled in the wetness. Her anus was being carefully widened. She groaned thickly around the cock in her mouth, closing her wet eyes. She felt tongues licking up her sides, down again to her legs, sucking on the inside of her knee, nipping under her breasts. She moaned and whined and begged for she knew not what.via akainu:女侠客・日本映画I was shocked to stumble across this old story! One of my earlier stories when I was just starting out in exploring darker themes.  -- source link

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