Stepford Wives: A Shock Sploshing Parody

Mona Wales and Bella Rossi got it all figured out—perfect hair, perfect manners, perfect in bed. Rose Rhapsody shows up like fresh meat, and they decide she needs fixing. Electricity first. They strip her down on the kitchen tile, rope her tight, wrists to ankles. Juice runs down their thighs, thick and slick, and they let it drip onto Rose’s belly, her tits. Then they squirt hard, aiming right for her open mouth, soaking her face, her hair, her cunt. She gasps, but they aren’t done. A pair of thick samurai cocks slide in— one up her ass, the other buried in her pussy— working her in steady, brutal rhythm. Mona sits on Rose’s face, grinding until the girl’s tongue finds her clit. Bella keeps three fingers deep, knuckles stretching Rose wide, thumb flicking over the swollen nub until Rose starts to shake. Every time she slacks, a zap lands on her nipples or the soft curve of her ass. Quick. Sharp. She learns fast. Finally, they grab cans of whipped cream, smother her tits and cunt in white foam, then cattle-prod her through the mess—each jolt making the cream jump and her scream. She twitches, obedient now, every muscle trained.