All characters are 18 years old or older.
Elizabeth was naked and kneeling. "Please rape me Daddy," she begged will all the sincerity and feeling she could muster, "Please fuck me until I want you to stop, then rape me until I break." She could feel her heartbeat in her clit. Her pussy was all but gushing. She'd never been so horny in her life. Little streams of sweat poured down her 18 year old body. She was panting from the exertion but still managed to jump to the next slave position: bent over with her pussy spread for her slave trainer Daddy.
"Please make sure I can't escape. I'm such a stupid cunt, I'll try to get away for sure. Please force me master. Cage me. Breed me so I know I'm yours forever. I need to have no choice. I'll do anything."
The little chip deep in her cunt gave a tiny burst of pleasure. It wasn't much: far from the orgasm she craved. But it was proof that she'd done a good job, and her Daddy was pleased. It was the closest thing to relief she could have now. It was a sip of water to a woman dying of thirst.
She collapsed on the soft carpet of her bedroom, panting, trembling, savoring the brief pleasure.
"Good job slave. The 'stupid cunt' part was a lovely touch," said Damian. He was just a tiny image on her phone, propped up on her bookcase. Besides him, the credit card sized image of her fiancé Brian was on the call as well. He was muted, not allowed to speak without permission from Daddy Damian during her slave training. So he gave her a wide smile and two thumbs up.
Other than the video call she was alone, safe in her bedroom, surrounded by all things soft and fuzzy and pink. She could turn the phone off at any moment, if she didn't like something Damian did or said. Actually, she kept meaning to turn it off. But if she did, she'd have no way to get another little burst of pleasure. Damian remotely controlled the chip in her cunt that made those little pulses. And she needed one more. Just one more.
Elizabeth had been doing slave training for hours. At first Damian had been liberal with the pleasure bursts, giving them every time she obeyed. Then only when she obeyed especially well. Then it was every two or three times. Now it seemed more like one in ten. Somehow the scarcity made her want it even more.
"You want to go again, don't you slave," Damian asked through the phone speaker.
He had told her the chip couldn't read her mind, but somehow he always seemed to know just what she was thinking. "Are you sure this chip isn't magic," she asked wryly.
He laughed at that, but also gave her a jolt, just a tiny pulse of pain, for the sass. She winced as if he'd slapped her.
"No," he said, "The chip reads your heart rate. Nothing else. I'm just paying close attention, and making very educated guesses."
Elizabeth tried not to pout. Pouting would earn her another pain pulse. She could smell her own cunt in the air. "I need to cum so bad," she said, mostly to herself.
Damian gave her a sympathetic look. "Well you did earn permission. It's your choice. Just remember if you cum with that training chip still in you, it will bond to your body permanently."
She knew. She'd wanted to pull her hair out when Damian told her. She'd finally gotten permission, only to learn that if she did orgasm the chip would automatically detect it, glue itself in, and she'd need surgery to get the damn thing out again. That was the reason she hadn't just turned off the phone and jilled herself off already. Being permanently bonded to that chip was a scary thought. At first the tiny prickles of pain and pleasure it produced at Damian's command didn't seem like they could matter so much. But after just a few hours of just having it in her, she couldn't ignore them. It hadn't even been a full day, and she was already obeying his commands without thinking. It was unnerving, watching her body doing stuff as if from the outside. She could still stop whenever she wanted of course. But she worried that if the chip stayed in for days or weeks she'd be at risk of self-enslavement. If it was bonded to her body forever...
She yanked again at the chastity belt around her waist and cunt: her personal prison preventing her from fishing the chip out. It held fast like always.
"Can't you come over, just for a minute," she begged Damian, "Bring your lock picking tools? You got it off before."
He chuckled a bit at that. "Your parents might take issue with a strange man at the door, saying he needs to get into their 18 year old daughter's chastity belt for just a minute. Why don't you just ask them yourself? I'm sure your dad would let you out."
Elizabeth imagined herself explaining to her father that she needed him to unlock her chastity belt, because she got a training chip locked in her cunt by slave trainer at school, and really really wanted to pull it out so she could masturbate. The embarrassment at just the thought was nauseating. But what if Daddy liked the idea? What if he helped her out of it, gentle and slow. He would wrap his strong arms around her, as she reached for his...No. Damnit! Elizabeth was too horny to think straight.
"I guess that's off the table," Damian said, "What about Brian then? He's your fiancé after all. Isn't it about time he formally asked for your key?"
An awkward pause lingered in the air. It was a delicate subject. Traditionally, Brian was supposed to get the key once they were engaged, as a gesture of trust. But giving away the literal key to their daughter's cunt could be hard for some parents. Many saw the giving of a chastity key as unconditional permission to fuck, control, and even prostitute the pussy inside that lock.
"Brian formally asked for it already, a few weeks ago," Elizabeth explained, "It didn't go well. They're really religious, and we're both still virgins, and he said some things that didn't...anyway, they promised to give him the key on our wedding night. I don't think asking again will change their minds."
Brian gave a sheepish look. Damian looked pensive, and began typing on his own phone. "Okay slave," he said after some time, "I do feel bad for my part in putting you in this situation. I'll help you get the belt off, but we can't go sneaking around behind your parents backs anymore. I need to meet them. If we do it right we can get all this straightened out. Elizabeth can cum. Maybe I can even get that key for Brian. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Brian gave enthusiastic thumbs up.
"We have to do it right though," Damian continued, "It'll be easier if we can find a common friend to introduce me. Elizabeth, do your parents know the Jefferys on Parkland Lane?
"I don't know them, so probably not."
"What about the Thompsons on Maple Way?
"Oh. You mean Clarissa and her mom? Yeah we see them at church all the time."
