Chapter 7 the forbidden hole
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The house was quiet. Too quiet.
Jen had grown used to silence outside Rose’s bedroom door. Ever since that first real-life session with Benedict, Rose’s world had evolved into something bigger—louder, wetter, and unapologetically more powerful. And Jen’s? Quieter. Smaller. Tighter. Each moan, each creak of the bedframe, each guttural growl from beyond the door was a reminder: Rose had ascended. Jen had been left behind—and loved it.
But tonight was different.
Earlier in the day, Rose had told Jen to prepare. “Tonight, you’ll come in,” she had said, lips barely brushing Jen’s ear. “But not for me. Not for you. For him.”
Jen had felt something coil in her stomach—was it dread? No. Hunger. To witness the magic only heard through a door in the past, excited to see her pussy filled up, eager to witness a real man take his wife
Rose’s dominance had matured into something terrifyingly divine. She no longer needed to say much, her presence carried weight. Her voice, her gaze, even the rhythm of her heels on the floor gave Jen goosebumps, a real sense of weakness, powerless and completely committed. She was sculpted perfection now: hair glossed and heavy with ritualistic shine, eyes dark with lust and intention, body toned and pulsing with desire. And always glowing—especially after sessions with Benedict.
Almost like she was covered in a glow or sex and shared ecstasy.
He was no longer just “the bull.” He was Benedict. The chosen one. The apex. The man who made Rose melt—and Jen crumble the her knees
Jen stood outside the bedroom door, cock locked in its cage, barely throbbing due to atrophy, a truly broken limp sissy. just as instructed. It had been months since she had touched Rose. She’d been teased, degraded, and denied to a point where orgasm was no longer a gift—it was a curse. Even verbal taunts had become dangerous; a few humiliating words from Rose and Jen would explode in her cage, left to lap it up from her thighs or panties, eyes teary and full of shameful devotion. Yet Jen just couldn’t get enough of it, still beading desperation for something deeper, Rose knew this too,
Inside, Rose and Benedict were preparing. The energy was thick. Benedict was dripping precum all over her breasts, while Rose suckled on his balls, Benedict bent over her like a god eating her holes licking her from front to back enjoying the cream she so heavily produced for him!
Rose shouted Jen
The door creaked open.
“Come in, sissy,” Rose said.
Jen obeyed. Confused but eagerly excited, bursting with anticipation.
The bedroom looked like a shrine. Red candles glowed from the shelves. The bed, freshly made with silk sheets, was surrounded by petals. In the centre of it sat Rose—nude, statuesque, knees apart, her body oiled and glistening. She was magnificent. Eyes half-lidded, smirking.
Benedict stood beside her. He was shirtless, Benedict’s clothing all over the bedroom floor . Muscles like carved stone. Tattoos winding up his arms. The air shifted when he moved. Jen felt it in her lungs.
“You know why you’re here,” Rose said, her voice low and molten.
Jen nodded.
Rose tilted her head. “Say it.”
“I’m here… to watch you give him what you’ve never given me.”
No Rose replied: Benedict is here to show you what you could never give a woman!
Don’t understand said Rose
Yes hesitantly said Jen
Rose replied : “Good girl.”
Her fingers gently stroked Benedict’s abdomen. “Tonight,” she purred, “Benedict takes what no man has had. My last sacred place. And you, my darling little cuckold, will bear witness. I want it branded into you. Etched into your sissy brain.”
Jen’s knees trembled.
The look in her eye was filled with desperation, disbelief and absolute awe!
What followed wasn’t just sex. It was ceremony. A gift to the gods
Rose laid back, legs spread, breathing shallow. Benedict already undressed, he moved with the grace of a man who knew he was adored. Rose was already slick from anticipation, her body humming with surrender. Rose decided to bend over on all fours, and presented her ass the Benedict,
Rose cried out, please daddy, take my anal virginity, I need you inside me,
And yet her dominance was total.
Benedict began slowly entering Rose, slowly stretching her ass, Rose clutched at the silk bedding knowing this moment was a moment nobody in this room would forget,
Benedict started getting deeper and faster with his percussion, Rose pushing back harder, Rose was becoming a goonette, mindless, Rose was so in the moment she forgot Jen was even in the room, with each stoke he got a little deeper inside her tight ass stretching her, destroying her perfect tight hole
Every gasp, every moan, was deliberate. For Jen, even if Rose forgot momentarily Jen was there,
“This is your Goddess,” Benedict murmured to Jen as he rammed even deeper into his wife . “You serve us now.” Sissy,
Jen couldn’t reply. Her voice was gone. Replaced with rapid breaths, a pulse that wouldn’t slow, and a locked cage that throbbed with helpless release.
Benedict kissed down Rose’s spine, whispering reverently in her ear. Then he positioned himself—slowly, so Jen could get a better view of what was being penetrated
Rose clutched the sheets, gasping. “Yes…” she moaned, “Take me… take it all…”please daddy! Cum in my ass! Cum deep inside me whilst clutching at his hips pulling him closer
The penetration was long Worshipful. Her face contorted in ecstasy, tears welling in her eyes—not from pain, but from triumph. She had trained herself for this. Trained her body to open for her bull. For this moment.
Jen watched her Goddess be undone and reborn—her mouth open, her body arching, her hands gripping Benedict’s skin.
The bed rocked. The sound was rhythmic, guttural, obscene. Jen couldn’t look away.
Jen was totally fixated, bound by the view, mesmerised and beyond words
Benedict’s moans mixed with Rose’s. Their sweat glistened. Her cries built—“Harder… more… YES…”—until the room felt like it would combust, ignite in euphoric fire
And Jen… Jen exploded. No contact. No permission. Just release.
She fell to her knees, gasping, humiliated, euphoric.
Rose’s eyes met his as Benedict thrust into her one final time, growling as he came, filling her with thick, primal heat.
Rose got up immediately and ordered Jen to lay down with her mouth wide open
Rose stood over jen’s face, squatted down
And demanded again open wide and don’t you dare miss a drop!
Rose spread her ass cheeks with her hands pushing out her anal creampie directly into Jens mouth,
don’t you dare swallow said Rose
She waited around a minute until every drop her left he glistening ass cheeks
Rose stood up and ordered Jen to do the same,
Kiss me said Rose
Jen complied .
This was the 1st time in months Jen was allowed to kiss his wife, only this time they shared Benedict’s cum between their lips.
Exchanging cum kisses
Rose ordered Jen to kneel
Jen immediately dropped
Open wide said Rose, spitting all her drool, grool and cum back into Jens mouth,
Now swallow said Rose
Jen instantly began cleaning up
Silence.
Only the sound of Rose’s soft, ragged breathing. She was radiant—her face flushed, her hair wild, her body used and satisfied in a way Jen could only dream of delivering.
“Your turn, sissy,” Rose said softly.
Jen crawled to the bed, trembling.
She opened her legs. Cum pooled between her thighs. “Clean it, darling. Jen was truly a cum eating cuckold
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Jen obeyed.
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Later that night, Rose curled against Benedict, her fingers lazily tracing his chest. Jen sat at the foot of the bed like a servant, eyes lowered, the taste of Benedict still fresh in his mouth.
Something had changed. Something had clicked.
There was no going back.
Rose had tasted her forbidden pleasure—and she was never going to deny herself again
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