Suyin's Hell:

A Month Later:

By this point there was no doubt that Suyin was having at least twins. She was only five months along and looked pregnant enough for one. She was also as per usual in front of her husband's cell. Her daughter, Huanyin, was busy hawking her ass and being well-used elsewhere, she didn't care anymore. Her son had already used her yesterday and her husband had dutifully cleaned her. By this point Bataar didn't care that he wasn't gay, he'd swallowed more than semen enough to be as familiar with the taste of semen as any gay man ever born.

But it wasn't a man using his broken and well-humiliated wife. Nor was it Kuvira, equally unfortunately. Her pregnant sister Lin, four months pregnant, with her belly just barely curved, was rutting into her sister's pussy, Suyin gazing into Lin's eyes with a broken watery gaze. As Lin grunted in pleasure, binding her sister's arms and legs with stone, Suyin whimpered.

General Lushan had the pleasure of using her most frequently, only slightly after Lin, but he never got the sheer defeated and horrible look that Lin did.

Nor was his banter as vicious.

Lin was laughing, her hands groping Suyin's belly, feeling it possessively.

"I get to have my own children, finally, sister dearest. You get to be an aunt."

She spat on Suyin's face, and then in her open mouth, Suyin meekly taking it.

"Won't that be beautiful? You have five children already, now you'll have eight."

She giggled.

"Five with your husband over...."

She counted with one of her fingers, "your entire marriage."

She giggled with that perverse sweetness, and the caressing now was less possessive and more a warped kind of romanticism that in the context of one pregnant sister fucking another silly was even more preverse and twisted than otherwise.

"Sleep with forty men, wind up with multiple children."

She giggled.

"I guess one of them was more of a man than that whelp of a husband of yours will ever be, mm?"

Suyin cried now, and looked to Bataar only for Lin's hand to sweep down with a powerful backhand, making Suyin bite her tongue and spit a bit of blood.

She nodded, unwilling to say it. Lin crowed in laughter as Suyin had refused to do even this much before. Staring at her sister open-mouthed and flushed, the roiling power of her orgasm fueling her, Suyin gave a great wrenching bellow of her sister's name, and Lin withdrew her strap-on, and then turned to Bataar. A truly evil smile marked her face.

"The general gave me permission to seek another lover, and to grant......freedom."

Both Bataar and Suyin froze at that word.

And then worse at Lin's terrible chilling laugh. She took the key from the wall and went to unlock Bataar's cell. He rushed to Suyin and hugged her, and the two cried in each other's arms, only for Lin to gesture and hands of dirt to grasp Bataar and pull him away as slivers of hardened mud sliced his pants apart.

Suyin took the well-lubricated strap-on and without much of any hint suddenly slammed it into Bataar's ass. He yelped in a strangled gasp, and she told Suyin "Consider this the last time you and he have......pleasure together."

She grinned.

"After tonight, your husband is mine. The general even promises me his next offspring will be mine."

Then she affably patted Bataar's balls.

"Then...." her grin was truly nightmarish, 'The Earth Kingdom has no loss by gaining another eunuch....."

She continued to rut into him as Suyin delicately took him into her mouth. Bataar's aching denial after so many months meant his orgasm was a shatteringly complete one, and a quick one. Suyin dutifully swallowed all of it, long having lost whatever traces of a gag reflex she had. Afterward, Lin rode Bataar to a second orgasm, letting him climax inside Suyin's mouth one last time, then took him with her, pants-less.

"He's got no dignity left as is," she mused, and then the two walked out.

Suyin cried on her knees, nude and alone.