The head—thick, blunt, still coated in Lena’s ass and Vess’s own wine—pressed against her wine-soaked ring. He did not push in yet. He grabbed the rope. He pulled her toward him. Then he shoved her away.

She swung.

The rope carried her backward. Then he yanked her forward. Her body flew toward him. The momentum drove her ass directly onto his cock.

SKHLRK—POP—

"MMMMNPH~!! KKKKHAAAAANNGHHHHHH~!!"

Twelve inches speared into her ass in one brutal, swinging thrust. The wine had lubricated her, but the stretch was still absolute. Her eyes rolled back. Her throat bulged around the gag. Her body convulsed. The rope creaked. Her heavy tits swayed violently from the impact.

He swung her again.

He pulled back. He shoved her away. She swung outward. Then he yanked the rope. She flew back. Her ass slammed onto his cock. The impact was wet and loud. The flesh of her thick thighs and heavy buttocks trembled with the collision. Her body was a pendulum. A toy. A thing to be swung and fucked.

PAH—SLAP—

"MMMMNPH~!! NGHHH~!! MMMMM~!!"

He swung her harder.

Each time she flew back, his cock punched deeper. The wine in her bowels sloshed. It sprayed out around his shaft with each impact. The red liquid splattered across his hips. It soaked his heavy balls. It ran down her legs in pinkish streams. The sound was obscene. Wet. Drunken.

He slapped her ass.

PAH—

"MMMMNPH~!!"

The flesh of her buttocks shuddered. The impact sent ripples through her thick body. Her tits swayed violently. The rope creaked louder. She was crying. Tears poured from her eyes. The gag was soaked. Her nose ran.

He slapped the other cheek.

PAH—

The flesh shuddered again. The wine on her skin made it sting. She swung harder. He yanked the rope. She flew back onto his cock. SKHLRK— The full twelve inches disappeared into her wine-soaked bowels. Her belly bulged. The shape was visible under her skin. A thick, obscene column. She was full. She was ruined. She was his wine cask.

"It hurts," she tried to scream. "It hurts. It hurts. Please. Stop. I am breaking. I am tearing. I am a commander. I am not a toy. Please."

But it came out as: "Mmm! Ngh! Mmm! Hnngh!"

He fucked her for another half hour.

The swinging never stopped. The rhythm was mechanical. Relentless. He used the rope like a pendulum. She was a human sleeve. A hanging cunt. A commander on a string. Her ass was stretched beyond recognition. The wine had turned her insides into a warm, wet, drunken sleeve that gripped him with every swing.

The minutes stretched.

Each swing was a new violation. Her ass had gone numb. Then it burned. Then it ached. The sensations blended. She was drunk on wine. Drunk on cock. Drunk on pain. Her mind was floating. She was no longer a commander. She was no longer Vess. She was a hole. A sleeve. A thing for him to swing on.

"MMMMNPH~!! NGHHH~!! MMMMM~!!"

"Look at you," Raven said. His voice was strained. The pleasure was enormous. "A commander. A guild leader. Hanging like meat. Fucked in the ass by a wine bottle and a cock. Your sister is crying. You are crying. And both of you are mine. Both of you are my wives. My toys. My property."

PAH—SLAP—PAH—

"MMMMNPH~!!"

He slapped her again. The flesh turned red. The wine on her skin made the slap sting more. She convulsed. Her pussy clenched around the panties stuffed inside. More juice leaked. She was coming. Despite the pain. Despite the humiliation. The insignia on her cunt was forcing her to respond. Her body was betraying her completely.

"Come for me," he commanded. "Come while I swing you. Come while I ruin your ass. Come, commander. Come, wife."

She did.

Her body convulsed. The clear fluid sprayed from around the panties in her cunt. It mixed with the wine and seed dripping from her ass. She was a fountain. A broken, hanging fountain. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue pressed against the gag.

Finally, he pulled out.

SKHLRK—

A flood followed. Wine. Seed. Blood. The mixture poured from her gaping anal ring in a thick, heavy stream. It splattered on the floor. Her body hung limp. The rope was the only thing holding her up. Her head lolled. Her eyes were empty. Her tongue was out. Drool and wine mixed on her chin.

Raven looked at her cunt.

The panties were still stuffed inside. They were completely soaked. Dark with juices. Heavy with seed. The lace was barely visible. It was buried in her swollen, dark lips.

"Oh," he said. He chuckled. "You have made your sister’s panty completely wet. Look at this. Soaked. Ruined. Just like you. Just like your cunt."

He reached between her legs. He gripped the lace. He pulled slowly.

SKHLRK—

The panties emerged. Inch by inch. Soaked. Filthy. Dripping. They were heavy with the combined fluids of both sisters. The smell was overwhelming. Pussy. Seed. Wine. Sweat.

He walked to Lena.

The younger sister was still on the chair. Her head hung forward. She was gasping. Her ass was ruined. Her pussy was raw from the sharp wood. She was barely conscious. Her body was limp. Her thighs were trembling. Her tits hung heavy. Her nipples were stiff and red.

He grabbed her chin.

He forced her mouth open. Her lips were swollen. Her tongue was dry. Her eyes were half-closed.

He stuffed the panties inside.

"MMMMNPH~!!" Lena gagged. The taste hit her immediately—her own juices, her sister’s juices, Raven’s seed, the wine. The combination was a cocktail of absolute filth. She choked. She coughed. Her eyes watered. Her throat convulsed. She tried to pull back. He held her.

"Using magic to soundproof this tent," Raven said. He wiped his hands on her hair. He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. "It was hard work. All your screaming. All your crying. I had to make sure no one interrupted my fun. My private time with my wives. My property."

He pulled her up.

He untied her wrists. She fell forward. He caught her mid-air. He lifted her easily. She was limp. A ragdoll. Her body was covered in marks. Her ass was leaking. Her pussy was raw. Her tits hung heavy. Her eyes were empty.

He turned to Vess.

He grabbed the rope. He cut it with a flick of his finger. The magic severed the hemp. She fell. He caught her too. One arm around each sister. Their naked bodies hung in his grip. Their heavy tits pressed against his chest. Their faces were buried in his shoulders. They were limp. Exhausted. Used. Their skin was sticky. Their hair was matted.

He walked to the bed.

He lay down.

He smashed them together on top of him.

Their bodies collided. Vess’s heavier frame landed on Lena. Their tits mashed against his chest. Four soft mounds pressed flat against his pectorals. Their nipples were stiff. They rubbed against his skin. Their bellies pressed together. Their thighs intertwined. Their pussies were inches apart. Both were swollen. Both were leaking. Both were ruined.

He had his cock between their hips.