Schadenfreude

>"Maggie, I'm home!"
>Maggie kept her eyes on the dishes in front of her, desperate to avoid seeing Luan.
"Welcome home, Luan. How was the show?"
>"Oh, it was great. The audience just loved my new material. I don't think I've ever sold out a crowd so early before, either."
"That's great."
>Dropping her prop case to the ground, Luan slowly walked towards Maggie.
>The sound chilled Maggie to the core, but she kept to her task.
>It was the only thing she had hope in.
>"So, you know what I was thinking all the way home?"
>Maggie already knew what she was going to suggest, yet stayed silent.
>Her efforts were in vain, however, as Luan wrapped her arms around her waist.
>"I was thinking that we could have ourselves a little celebration."
>Luan's hands slowly snaked their way through Maggie's shirt to her massive melons.
>It took every ounce of willpower she had to not stop and shudder.
>"What do you think?"
"I'm doing the dishes."
>"Aw, you can finish the dishes later. Don't you want to spend some quality time with me?"
>She knew what Luan meant by that, and she certainly didn't.
>Maggie struggled to keep her face straight as she ignored Luan's advances.
>Luan kept on with her assault, working her way into her bra proper.
>Maggie's will began to falter as she played around with her nipples.
>As the groping continued, so too did the roughness escalate.
>Maggie's tits were routinely used to get her to submit, and today was no exception.
>When she could begin feeling the sharp pain in her twists, Maggie knew she could deny Luan no longer.
>She turned off the faucet and pushed herself away from the sink.
>"Aw, I knew you'd come around, Mags."
>Luan quickly spun Maggie around, making her face the one tormenting her.
>Maggie sighed and went to remove her apron, only to be stopped by the presence of Luan's hand.
>"No, leave it on. I wan't to take it with us."

>Maggie held tightly to her knees, burying them into her face.
>The position was the only comfort she could find on the bed.
>"Here we are. I think this is just the thing for the occasion."
>Maggie didn't bother to look at Luan.
>She already knew she wasn't going to enjoy whatever she had in mind for her.
>"Don't worry, it'll be an experience you'll look back on fondly."
>Luan chuckled to herself, as she tossed a box on the bed.
>She followed suit, and set herself right in front of Maggie.
>"Come on, let me get a good look at the apron."
>Luan pushed aside Maggie's legs, causing her to fall back onto the sheets.
>She spared no time in making a beeline for her target.
>Maggie bit her lip as Luan fondled her breasts through the cloth.
>It only exacerbated the soreness on her nipples, causing her to elicit a moan of mixed agonies.
>"Boy, you're gonna run out your battery leaving these headlights on."
>Having had her fill of seeing her in the apron, Luan reached inside Maggie's apron and pulled her knockers out.
>They scrunched up the fabric, uncomfortably rubbing into her cleavage.
>"I like this look, Mags. I think I'm gonna add this one to costume night."
>Luan pressed her chest against her victim's, closing the gap between them.
>"Heh, looks like we're sharing a pair from this angle, huh? I guess being flat isn't all bad."
>Maggie stared at the ceiling, counting out the seconds in her mind.
>It was the only solace she had while Luan had her way with whatever part she decided was her focus that day.
>Then she felt the pain she knew well.
>Luan's mighty teeth dug right into the sensitive flesh of her breasts, causing her to let out a yelp.
>She grimaced as she endured it, trying her best not to cry.
>She knew what would happen if she did.
>"There's nothing quite like these perfect pillows. I just can't help but dig in every time."
>Luan pressed herself further on top of Maggie, raking her hard teats against the wounds she inflicted.
>It hurt.
>It hurt so bad.

>Then, she felt Luan's arms tighten around her again.
>She could barely register the act before Luan flipped her over.
>The swift change left her breasts in pain, from the weight pressing on them, and the fabric below.
>"I really do love your jugs, butt there is so much more I want to do."
>Maggie buried her eyes into the fabric, not resisting as Luan posed her like a doll.
>"Man, I always forget that I've got a better ass than you. But hey, we make up for our assets together, right?"
>Maggie clenched her teeth shut, not bothering to respond.
>"Besides, I'll love your tush, no matter what size it is."
>The crack of a loud smack rang throughout the room.
>A single tear found its way out of Maggie's closed eyes.
>The room filled with more sound as Luan began to play Maggie like a set of bongos.
>It wouldn't have been half as bad if she ever had her bruises heal properly.
>"Red as an apple; just the way it should be."
>Maggie stifled a groan as Luan raked her teeth along her buttocks, taking multiple nips on each side.
>"I honestly prefer this to the apples, though."
>Luan laughed as she punctuated her point with another slap, adding to the pain Maggie felt.
>Then, she felt Luan's weight lift from her.
>Luan was no longer holding her down.
>She was still on the bed, shifting around.
>Then, she heard a noise completely foreign to her.
>It was like a ketchup bottle being squeezed, but different.
>"Hope you're ready, Maggie~"
>Maggie could feel the familiar sensation of the dildo they used when having sex.
>But it was cold.
>And far too slick.
>Then, it moved from her lips.
>Maggie was confused, unsure of what Luan planned to do.
>It wasn't long before she figured it out, though.
>Maggie felt her backdoor pushed in, without a single word of warning.
>Luan had never put anything bigger than a finger in there, but she rammed it in anyway.
>Maggie screamed into the pillow, in more pain than she'd ever known before.
>"Aw, no need to be so anal about it!"

"Take it out, take it out!"
>"Hold on, you'll get used to it."
>Maggie began to hyperventilate, drooling onto the bed with her open mouth.
>Luan continued to work more and more of the dildo into Maggie's anus, ignoring the discomfort of her partner.
>As she left it in, Luan also began to fiddle around with it.
>Maggie realized at that point that she was hooking it up to a harness.
>She almost let her begging words slip from her mouth, barely restraining herself from actually angering Luan.
>Maggie simply doubled down on her strategy, and gripped onto the closest pillow with her arms as tightly as she could.
>The sickening squelches, the burning sensation, and the occasional twinge of pleasure all mixed in her mind.
>She could do nothing but power through it all.
>The thrusts of Luan's pelvis eventually began to fade, signifying she was close to finishing.
>Luan laughed, but for no obvious reason.
>As she reached the crescendo of her laughter, she let out a blissful scream
>At the same time, Maggie felt her bowels fill with a fluid.
>Luan pulled out, and sprayed more of it onto her waiting back.
>Maggie was simply shocked.
>Never before had Luan used something like that.
>But then, this whole day gave her things she never felt before.
>"Ah, just what I needed. Maggie, why don't you go wash up? Let's not get the sheets too messed up."
>Maggie robotically followed Luan's command.
>Clenching her pained orifice as tightly as she could, she made her way to the bathroom.
>She closed the door behind her,and started up the shower.
>Maggie stepped in, without a care for the temperature.
>She just wanted to feel clean.
>Pushing her hands on the wall in front of her, she watched in silence as a terrible mixture made its way to the drain.
>The sight of it broke her completely, sending her into tears.
>She stifled her voice, but let the tears flow into the water on her face.
>It was the only place she could.
>The only place she was safe.
>Where she wasn't trapped.