LOGINThe family court hearing room smelled of polished wood, stale coffee, and quiet desperation. Emma sat at the plaintiff’s table in a modest navy maternity dress that hugged her swollen belly, the fabric stretched tight over the twins and the third baby pressing low. Her silver collar was hidden beneath a silk scarf, but the weight of it still grounded her. The thick plug Marcus had inserted that morning remained buried deep in her ass, humming faintly on its lowest setting. A thin trail of yesterday’s cum had dried on the inside of her thigh; she hadn’t been allowed panties.Mark sat beside her, calm and composed in a dark suit. Across the aisle, her soon-to-be ex-husband glared, flanked by his lawyer. The judge was running late, reviewing documents. Tension thickened the air.Emma’s phone buzzed silently in her lap. One word from Marcus: *Bathroom. Now.*Her pulse spiked. She leaned toward Mark and whispered, “I need the restroom. The babies… pressure.”Mark’s hand squeezed her knee u
The ink on the divorce papers had barely dried when Mark drove Emma across town to the sleek modern loft Jax and Marcus shared on the edge of the city. The black hard-shell car hummed quietly beneath them, Emma’s hands resting protectively over the swell of her belly. The twins were active this morning, rolling and kicking in protest at the motion, while the third baby sat lower, heavy and insistent. Her breasts ached, already leaking again through the thin nursing pads she wore under the simple sundress Mark had chosen for her. No bra. No panties. Just the silver collar still locked around her throat and the thick plug nestled deep in her ass, buzzing on its lowest setting.“You’re theirs for the next few weeks while the final filings go through,” Mark had told her that morning as he buckled her into the passenger seat. “Full time. They know the rules. They know what you need. I’ll check in every night, but you belong to all of us now.”Emma had only nodded, thighs already slick.Jax
The divorce ceremony at the suburban courthouse unfolded with the finality of a trapdoor closing. Emma stood on the loading dock outside her home, jacket unzipped, eyes red-rimmed from hours of stress and relentless pumping. She had barely been married, barely even counted a month in the house, barely even recognized her own name. Her mother had begged her to stay for four years, to fill the empty spaces with a woman who could hold the baby she barely had. Now, the woman was gone.Mark stepped through the double doors of the back room, the couch still warm in his arms. Emma had been kept alone for five weeks, the apartment shuddering in her head while she failed to scream once when the neighbors had moved in the last two months. She was still scared, still embarrassed, still afraid to be alone. But the baby was inside. The twins and the third one were growing strong, moving through the house like a family, and she couldn't refuse them.The divorce papers were sitting on her dresser. E
The basement door opened at seven-fifteen, the deadbolt turning with its familiar finality. Emma was already on her back on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints that kept her knees bent and her ass lifted. The thick silver plug Mark had left in her the night before still sat heavy inside her, the stainless base pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. The silver collar remained locked tight at her throat, the tag cool against her skin. The lower back still carried the faint raised lines of the temporary tattoo “Daddy’s Property,” hidden just above the dimples, now warm from the night’s play. The third baby sat soft and warm in her belly, the twins shifting higher, making her body feel fuller than it had in weeks.Mark stepped in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He had been upstairs most of the day, clearing the nursery closet again. Now the faint scent of fresh paint and new sheets still clung to his clothes. He stripped without hurry, foldin
The basement door opened at ten-fifteen, the deadbolt turning with its familiar finality. Emma was already on her back on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints that kept her knees bent and her hips tilted. The thick silver plug Mark had left in her the night before still sat heavy inside her, the stainless base pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. The silver collar remained locked tight at her throat, the tag cool against her skin. The lower back still bore the faint glow of the temporary tattoo, the letters “Daddy’s Property” hidden just above the dimples, now warm and slightly raised from the intense session.Mark stepped in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He had been upstairs most of the day, clearing out the nursery closet for the third baby’s arrival. Now the faint scent of fresh paint and new sheets still clung to his clothes. He stripped without hurry, folding his shirt and slacks on the shelf, then crossed the room naked. His cock
The basement door clicked shut behind them at nine-thirty, the deadbolt turning with its familiar finality. Emma stepped down the stairs first, the emerald dress clinging to her skin in dark, sticky patches from the gym. Her heels were long gone, leaving her barefoot on the concrete, the third baby pressing low and heavy inside her while the twins kicked higher, making her steps uneven. The silver collar felt tighter than usual tonight, the tag brushing the fresh hickey Mark had left on her neck earlier.Mark set the car keys on the shelf and turned, his eyes already dark with something new. “Before we go further, there’s something I’ve been thinking about upstairs,” he said quietly, voice low and steady. “A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big
Emma knelt there frozen, cum dripping from her face and tits onto the bedroom floor, while Jax read Mark’s text out loud with a mocking grin. Her phone started ringing again Mark’s name flashing on the screen like a warning siren.“Pick it up,” Jax said calmly, stroking his still-hard cock. “And pu
Emma’s eyes widened in panic as Mark’s video call rang loudly through the bedroom. Jax’s fresh, thick load was still pouring out of her ruined pussy onto the sheets, and her face was a mess mascara streaks, drool, and swollen lips from the brutal throat fucking.“Answer it,” Jax ordered with a wick
Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs as the delivery guy knocked again. “Hello? Delivery for Mark!” Jax’s thick cock was still buried balls-deep in her dripping pussy, throbbing against her walls. He didn’t pull his cock out. Instead, he clamped a strong hand over her mouth and started grinding sl
Emma spent the rest of the morning in lust and shame. Every step she took made Jax’s thick cum leak further down her thighs, soaking into the tiny shorts she’d thrown on. She tried to do normal things, load the dishwasher, fold laundry but her mind kept drifting back to the way he’d folded her in h







