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“It’s the good stuff?” Aram grins at me.
“Of course. Anything for my good friends in Katantia,” I tell him. For once, I’m not lying. Mipreciosahas made it clear that we need Aram Wraith on our side. He’s got money, and if we work him enough, he’ll become a permanent client. “You should invest in a harbor. It must be exhausting to rely on your neighbors.”
“The right bribe works wonders, kid,” Aram replies. He’s in his element, laid back and uncaring that I’ve seen his dick. He walks around in robes and golden house shoes, not giving a fuck.
The Wraiths love their money, but they also love spending it. We’d love to be their suppliers.
On kids, coke, cunts… Whatever is for purchase and would do well on Katantia, that’s what they invest in. This is a business arrangement that might come in handy in the future. Say, if mipreciosaand I lose it all.
Not that it would ever happen… But then we’d have Aram Wraith to welcome us to his kingdom far away.
“Your bitch is pretty,” Aram compliments my cunt. I caress her soft platinum hair, tugging some of it behind her ugly ears. I’d have them cut and shaped into something I can show off, but I’m not an ear guy. She can keep her ears. I’ll rearrange the rest of her body until I deem it fit to stop.
Which will be never.
She’s not mipreciosa, and she never will be. The cunt that sits right next to me is mywife. I tell my new best friend, “I know. I made her.”
“Shut up. What did you do?” Aram’s eyes are sparkling with curiosity. For the King of Katantia, he surely loves absorbing knowledge. If I were a king of anything, I’d have other cunts learn from me instead.
“Her hair was the cheapest and easiest to replace. She used to look like a common street whore. Dark hair and what not. I couldn’t have mywife’s looks be bland. I had her eyes made, too. The color looks ethereal, doesn’t it?” Aram Wraith nods. My cunt’s gray eyes are a magnificent sight. “Her nose, of course. My men broke some of her ribs, and then I decided to have them removed. She looks better in her clothes now.”
“You don’t want a juicy pair of tits like these?” Aram asks, squeezing the princess’ tits for me. I’ll admit that I’d love to have a go at them, but mipreciosadoesn’t like being cheated on. She’d never find out that I fucked a victim princess on Katantia. The cunt to my right wouldn’t snitch. She pisses her pants every time mipreciosawalks in the room.
It was fun at first. I even made mywifedrink her own pee to punish her, but it’s been years, and she hasn’t got over it.
I’m hard just looking at how Aram pinches Kamila’s nipples. He’s tugging and biting, challenging her to wake up, but she won’t. You could unload a clip right next to her ear, and she wouldn’t notice. Those fucking tits of hers… Would mipreciosahave my balls if I gave mywifea new pair?
A tit job has been out of the question since I received mywife. Forget a BBL, too. Mi preciosafeels threatened by my cuntywife’s existence already. If I had her do more body surgery, she’d throw a fit, menopause or not. “You like them bony?”
“Every girl’s fat back home. I like mywifestarved. That way I can imagine she’s some supermodel from Paris,” I say, laughing at my own joke. I grip mywife’s thigh, and she twitches. I’ve trained her to be numb to my abuse because… Hello. Who wants to see a bitch in pain? Not me. Mipreciosaloves my cunt’s pain, but I don’t. Not always.
I remember why she’s in pain right about now. “Aram, you have to see this. I forgot to mention her last surgery.”
As I push back my chair from the dining table, it makes the ugliest scraping noise.
“Can I?” I gesture at the table that’s decorated with fine cutlery and porcelain dinnerware.
Aram shrugs. “Be my guest.”
How freeing it must be when you don’t have a cunt ruling over you… Mipreciosahas me by my balls, but sometimes, when I can’t stand the sight of mipreciosa, and I lie in bed next to mywife, I dare to envision tiny fragments of what ifs.
I clear my side of the dinner table with my arm. The porcelain breaks. The food lands everywhere. It’s an ugly sight, but Aram doesn’t care. He’s got the princess casually dining on his cock. Who needs fine china?
Tugging at mywife, I place her on the table like she’s my buffet. Most of the days, fucking her is clinical. She’s a bad piece of pussy, always sour and unresponsive.
With this new surgery, I hope for improvement.
I pull up mywife’s dress, revealing her shaved and bruised cunt. I force her to hold her knees up by digging my fingernails in her elbows. She obeys me the best when I remind her of what I’m capable of.
“You need to see this,” I tease Aram, licking my lips at the sight of this magnificent new cunt.
Pushing aside the princess, he hurries over to my side of the table. The redhead stumbles to the floor, her head making the first impact.
Aram doesn’t care if she’s well. Fuck, he’s my idol. If only I could be this cruel to mipreciosa, life would be simpler.
“What is this?” Aram asks in a gasp.
“Designer pussy. When her dad sold her to me, she had the ugliest pussy. Her lips were hanging out… It was disgusting. Now, look at her. My doc cut it all up, leaving behind a rejuvenated little pussy. She’s halfway through recovery, and I’m not supposed to fuck her while the stitches haven’t properly healed.”
