#testing limits

Featured this chapter:

Two new girls!

A protracted flashback

Yearning

Violence

A very good boy

Featured this chapter:

Self(?)-cest

Forced TF

Girl who's dreamscape is so normal

Dommy-mommy demon queen?

So so soooo much dissociation

CHECK THE TAGS, THEY'VE BEEN UPDATED

Featured this chapter:

Sword Lesbians?

More forcefem?

It's secret. Read it and find out : )

: ) Smiles so screepy

More worldbuilding than should probably be put into smut

Cuckupence Four

“I remember this picture! This was almost the end of us.

He’d been acting like a spoiled asshole all day because I wouldn’t agree to his plans for a three-way. I knew what he was trying to pull. He was trying to cuck me right out of a good time! I told him that the only way I’d even consider another three-way was if he let me see a picture of the guy first. At least I could pretend to have some input, even if I got nothing else out of it.

With great inconvenience and drama, he opened his phone and shoved the photo up to my face. I took a good look and tried to keep my cool, realizing he was unknowingly hitting up my younger stepbrother! This was almost too good to be true.

When the day arrived, my husband spent all morning nervously primping, pruning, and pacing - still acting like an asshole right up until the doorbell rang. In walked my stepbrother, incognito and in full bull-mode, with his extra-large bulge stuffed into his extra tight jeans, with a wide leather belt and a loose muscle tee.

There were no introductions or pleasantries, the two of them started making out right there in the entryway. My man pulled us all back to the bedroom where he stopped me short at the doorway. He shoved me up against the wall, got in my face, and sure enough, told me that stupid shrimp-dicked cucks like me weren’t allowed inside - that I could just cry it out here in the hallway, like last time - but to keep the noise down or there’d be trouble!

He pulled his bull into our bedroom and slammed the door shut behind them. I smiled! I smiled all the way to the fucking mall to catch a movie, knowing that my ‘man’ had just bitten off more than he could chew.

I received the all-clear text from my stepbrother a few hours later and headed straight home to see what I’d been left with.

I found what I thought was my husband, sitting on the floor, crying outside our bedroom door. It sure looked like my man, but it was naked as the day it was born - except for the tightly locked silver cock cage that I had previously purchased just for this occasion.

Its head had been buzz-cut, its crotch had been dry-shaved, its ass had been belted a crimson red, and its mouth was crammed with a bar of soap. I stood there watching my new cuck as it tried to stop crying. It wouldn’t even look me in the eye as it reached out to hand me my stepbrother’s belt – still warm to the touch. The fact that the key to the cock cage dangled from the belt buckle wasn’t lost on either one of us.

I told it to spit out the soap and to start cleaning the house - or there’d be more trouble.

After two weeks of training, and a few severe beltings for bad behavior, it asked me for a divorce. Its request was denied on the grounds that ‘stupid shrimp-dicked cucks like it weren’t allowed to give up’.

Featured this chapter (in no particular order):

Clara going full villain monologue

Long awaited Forcefem/Eggbreaking

Mindbreak (more-so the sad kind than the horny kind)

Secret sex with while an uninvolved named character is in the room

I stood up and said,  

“That’s about enough for tonight. My husband and child are waiting—I’m a married woman, shouldn’t stay out too late.”  

My tone was gentle, smiling, and measured.

With that, I prepared to leave.

My old friend smiled and tried to keep me:  

“Stay a little longer—why leave so early? Everyone enjoys your company. Maybe give your husband a quick call, let him know you’re safe.”

Immovable Object. Unstoppable Force.

[ID: #395 - Testing Limits. A 4 panel colour comic. A light-skinned woman with purple hair, grey eyes, and a dark red tank, is in a well-lit kitchen. Behind her are cupboards and the door and next to her is Pumpkinhead, plastic pumpkin with a jaggy smile and glowing red eyes. She is holding her beloved cleaver.

Vera, starry-eyed holding her cleaver: "I love my cleaver very, very, very much, it just cuts anything and everything" The words are not enough to contain her affection. The background shines and highlights her cleaver while Pumpkinhead watches.

In the next panel closes up to Pumpkinhead, posing a question: "Can it cut other blades?"

The next panel is a close-up of Vera, looking blankly.