My Sister-in-Law: The Bitch.
Warning:
The following story contains vast amounts of consensual/non-consensual torture and simulated rape. With his sister-in-law's help and consent, the perpetrator brutally assaults, tortures, and rapes her.
If this is offensive to you, please, read no further.
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My brother is a bit of a dick, you know? He's a nice enough guy most of the time, but once he gets a few under his belt, he turns into a condescending snob.
His wife Christina, the bitch I call her, is an heiress. More money than any one person could possibly spend in a lifetime. She comes from one of those old money families like the Rothschilds, Hiltons, Carnegies, etc., you see and hear about all the time. What she's doing with my brother, I have no idea.
I have even less of an idea about what Christine's sister Milla is doing with me.
We're not old money. We're not even new money. We're middle class. Part of The Bourgeoisie as Christina disparagingly remarks on the rare occasion she has accompanied Bruce to one of our family's get-togethers.
Christina and Bruce met at Tennessee University seventeen years ago. My brother was there on a tennis scholarship. Christina was there because it was the best College that would accept her. It's always Christina to her face, not Chrissy, Tina, or Chris, or she will favour you with an icy look of disdain and then ignore you.
Christina's grades were terrible, and her attitude worse. Even with her father's money, he couldn't get Harvard, Yale, or even Berkeley to accept her.
Milla and I met at Bruce and Christina's wedding. Unlike her sister, Milla is a kind, generous soul. There's only one problem, Milla is a dud in the sack. Well, that's unfair. Milla likes sex and is quite good at it, but it's strictly vanilla sex. There's no kink in her at all. Whereas I love a bit of kink in my sex.
From what my brother says, Christina loves sex. The kinkier and dirtier, the better. But, unfortunately, he's like Milla. He's all straight vanilla sex with little time for bondage or spanking games at all. I've thought for ages that we each married the wrong sister.
Bruce was a rising star on the tennis tour when he met Christina. At just 18, he made it through the qualifiers and into the main draw for the 2005 US Open. Unfortunately, he got thrashed 0-0-1 by one of the top seeds in the first round, but it's still one hell of an achievement to get through.
Christina attended one of the after-match functions as a celebrity guest. She thought Bruce would be a tennis superstar, so he was an acceptable match for her.
It didn't work out like that, however. Bruce blew his shoulder serving for the match against Carlos Montoya in the 2008 Cincinnati Masters. The surgeons repaired his shoulder, but Bruce lost his booming serve and forehand. He competed for another couple of years without distinction before quitting as the tour events he was invited to became increasingly minor and obscure.
Christina left him and returned to her father's place. Her father told her to stop being a snotty princess and make the marriage work. He gave Bruce a minor executive role in one of his many businesses.
"Make it work, have lots of babies," Christina's dad told her. "You're not much use to me except to provide heirs."
Christina and Milla are their father's only two children.
Bruce and Christina live in an enormous mansion in Charlestown, Boston, Massachusetts. It's one of Christina's dad's places. The house has an entire staff of housekeepers, maids, pool boys and gardeners. There's even a driver, FFS.
Christina has never worked a day in her life.
"I'm too rich and beautiful to work," she says airily.
Christina and Milla's dad offered Milla and me a house and a job in one of his companies, but Milla didn't want a bar of it. We happily live together in middle-class suburbia. Milla works as a receptionist in a medical centre, earning a low but honourable wage.
The girls are beautiful, that is for sure. Christina looks a lot like Mila Kunis. She's paler than Mila, but they could easily be related. She has the same jet-black hair and dark brown eyes, her mouth is wide, and her lips are full. Her eyes are quite narrow, but her corneas are bright white.
Christina is only 5 ft. 4 in. (163 cm), so she is so tiny to be that big of a bitch. She weighs just 115 lbs (52Kg). Christina keeps her 32-25-32 body tightly toned. But her personal trainer is one of the many she's fucking behind my brother's back.
Milla is taller and heavier than her younger sister. She's 5 ft. 9 in. (175 cm) tall and weighs around 130 lbs (59 kg). My wife's natural hair is light brown, but she typically dyes it blonde or red. With her wide blue eyes, broad shoulders over a sexily svelte figure, and her delectable 34-25-34 measurements with 34C breasts, my wife is often confused with her namesake, Milla Jovovich.
Bruce whinges that Christina never puts out. I want to tell him that she does, just not for him. I know for sure that Christina's fucking her trainer, driver, the pool boy, and at least one of the gardeners. There may be others outside her home that she fucks, but I don't have cameras there to record her.
At Bruce's request, I did the internal and external security cameras for their house. I wired it all up so that the house is fully automated. Lights, aircon, TVs and cable can all be operated remotely via an app on your phone.
There are obvious security cameras that cover the outside of the house. There are the usual ones at the doors. They watch the front and back doors and the other two external entry doors. There's camera coverage all through the house. The only rooms that don't have ceiling and wall-mounted security cams are the ones you'd expect to remain private. Bathrooms, water closets, and bedrooms have no cameras you can see.
Neither Bruce nor Christina knew that I wired the whole house with hidden miniature cameras complete with microphones. They're everywhere. There is literally nowhere you can be inside the house without me being able to see you.
I didn't do anything pervy like inside toilet seats, but everywhere else is covered. So I can watch you showering, using the bathroom, changing, and sleeping. There are lots of different views in the bedrooms. I can watch from above with the ceiling cam, from the headboard, both sides and the foot of the bed. The camera that records from the end of the bed is inside the wardrobe's mirror.
I recorded Christina fucking one of the staff, edited it into a home movie, and then released it to PornHub before storing copies to send to my brother and her father.
She doesn't know, but Christina has had almost 50,000 hits on her PornHub page. I pixelate her face, but if you've seen Christina in a backless dress or her bikini, you can tell it's her because she has a small tattoo of a black swan on her left shoulder blade. That tattoo is distinctive, so it's relatively easy to tell that it's her.
I've filmed her fucking the pool boy the most often. The pool boy has the porn clichéd colossal cock. She loves it, it seems. She especially loves it when he gets her hidden kink bag out of the closet and ties her up.
