Extreme for Wife 2

After Inna brought me to the state of a wrung-out lemon, having drained all the juices from me and reduced my member to a dead worm, unresponsive to any caresses, she asked:

"Do you agree that I'm better than your wife?"

"Oh, yes. In sex, she can't compare to you. Although, from what I see, your training has already changed her a lot. And if things continue like this, she might catch up and even surpass you. Before, she would have fought to the death over less; how did you manage to break her in like that?"

"I explained to her that she is now a hole and her place is between the legs. A hole should give pleasure to whoever uses it.

/> "Well, I like that concept. Just try not to maim her from now on. We need a hole in working condition. Let's go see how she is."

My wife was lying on the bed, curled up in a ball, quietly whimpering and pressing her palms against her crotch.

I laid my wife on her back and spread her legs wider, assessing the severity of the damage.

The perineum was blue-black and swollen as if it had been pumped with a vacuum pump for several hours. The vagina was slightly open, and its lower part, dark purple in color, protruded outward. Bleeding cracks and abrasions were visible.

"Well, look, Innochka, admire what you've turned our hole into. She's out of commission for about three weeks now."

"No big deal. Operational capacity is reduced by thirty percent. She still has two other holes. I'll work with those for now. After all, for a true slut, the smallest hole should be the mouth."

"Agreed. But in this case, there are no restrictions with the pussy, but don't you dare even think about the asshole. That's a matter of principle for me."

"Pity. Didn't expect such selectivity. Well, then, the pussy will pay for everything."

"Just make sure you turn her into a first-class cocksucker for me, so she sucks like a pump, and you can make a jacket hood out of her pussy for all I care."

Listening to our conversation, my wife even forgot about the pain. She watched with wide eyes but didn't say a word. It seemed she had resigned herself to her fate as a sex slave.

Inna brought a first aid kit, and I proceeded to treat the victim.

I gave two injections of lidocaine into the lower part of the labia majora. Using a needle from an IV set, I punctured the hematoma and drained as much blood as I could.

Then I generously soaked the entire perineum and the external part of the vagina with Betadine.

After everything dried, I applied "Levomekol" just as generously and squeezed the remainder from the tube inside the vagina. After covering the perineum with a bandage, I gave my wife a painkiller and a sleeping pill. In the morning, I arranged with the family doctor for two weeks of sick leave for my wife.

For the first four days, my wife was put on bed rest. Every 8 hours, the wounds were washed, treated with Betadine, and "Levomekol" was alternated with "Spasatel" balm, and the bandages were changed.

Inna turned out to be, surprisingly, a tender and caring nurse.

But it only lasted four days. On the fifth day, after each dressing change, she made my wife thank her by thoroughly licking her vulva. And Inna wouldn't get off my wife's face until she reached orgasm. In the evening, after Inna and I had sex, my wife had to suck and lick the cocktail of our juices.

Starting from the sixth day, Inna began placing a 1.5-liter mineral water bottle wrapped in a bandage soaked in ointment into my wife's vagina instead of a perineal bandage. And so, my wife's vagina was kept in an open state 24/7 for another three days. During all this time, my wife had one task—to lick Inna's vagina at any time of day or night and bring her to orgasm. And Inna made sure there was something to lick from there. Either her juices or a cocktail of our juices.

My wife made great progress in the art of cunnilingus. Inna was pleased. She said that now she wouldn't be ashamed to rent my wife out to lesbians.

On the tenth day of her sick leave, my wife began to walk freely. The perineum was yellow-green in color but didn't hinder walking or sitting. And my wife gained additional duties.

In the morning, she had to wake me up with a blowjob, with mandatory swallowing of semen. Inna monitored the thoroughness of the new ritual. If Inna deemed the performance lacking, my wife would face punishment.

For punishment, Inna bought a gag in the form of an inflatable dildo. And my wife spent the whole day with the gag gradually penetrating her throat. In the evening, during Inna's and my sex, she had to lick up the flowing fluids, and afterward, lick Inna's pussy and my cock and balls. Then, while we had dinner, my wife had to sit under the table and hold my cock and balls in her mouth.

Before bed, my wife was allowed to bring herself to orgasm using the bottle in her vagina. Then she would take it out so we could assess the scale of the destruction.

We liked the open, round hole that convulsively tried to close but instead, the vagina kept trying to prolapse outward. And if the posterior vaginal wall had prolapsed a bit after the previous injury and wasn't showing the desired progress, the anterior vaginal wall was prolapsing more and more.

But Inna and I felt something was missing. Not enough progress.

And we decided to change the program to a harsher one.