The Age Of Enslavement Pt 09

This part includes rimming and watersports.

Elizabeth tried to pay attention to her mom's enslavement, but kept getting distracted by watching her father: his cock appearing and vanishing into CheerBreeder, his balls slapping her cunt at the end of each thrust. She had never seen her father's cock before. It curved a little. It was a bit shorter and thicker than she'd imagined. God she wished it was her riding it instead.

Robert almost came immediately from watching his wife surrender and squirt away her freedom. He barely held on a second time when she yelled for the whole club to hear she loved being raped.

He'd never known that about her. Perhaps that made sense. She couldn't exactly ask to be raped. If she asked for it, it wasn't a rape. He wondered if he should start arranging for her to be raped by strangers as a thoughtful present. Would she beg him not to? Should he ignore her pleas and do it anyway? Should he have her raped every day, or just on special occasions like Valentine's day and their anniversary? Why was that thought so hot? He had to close his eyes and think of less sexy things, just to avoid blowing his load into CheerBreeder in the first thirty seconds.

On stage PussyCunt watched her daughter watch her husband fuck. She saw him close his eyes, apparently enjoying himself too much to even look at her anymore. It drove home to her that she wasn't their mother and wife anymore. She was just a slave now. Her family rightly had more important things to pay attention to than a random slave getting raped on stage. PussyCunt imagined Robert -- no, Master Winthrop now -- fucking Elizabeth next. She couldn't stop him anymore. She might even be forced to help. She would if he asked. She would do anything he wanted.

PussyCunt came again and again. She came for Damian, her Master. She came for creepy gross Mr. Campbell, looking her in the eyes and licking his lips as he stroked himself for her. She came for the Gilmores, as Fred slipped Agatha a $100 bill. Had they been betting on her? She came for Elizabeth, her sweet darling beautiful daughter, who was barely even paying attention.

At last it seemed she was done. She got a standing ovation. Damian bowed and lowered her to the floor. He unhooked her from the rig and mostly untied her, but left her arms bound. She just laid there, quivering. The music fell and the lights returned to normal.

Damian carried over his shoulder back to the table. He dropped PussyCunt on her knees beside CherryPie, in front of her husband and CheerBreeder. Her face was inches from their genitals slapping together.

"CherryPie is going to teach you how to suck a man's balls while he's fucking," Damian instructed PussyCunt, "Pay attention slave."

Robert had just barely got his building orgasm back under control when he felt his wife's tongue on his balls. She was licking him while he fucked another woman. Then he felt CheeryPie's tongue too. He felt their tongue's mingle in the middle. He desperately wanted to make this last. He knew he would never get another chance like this. Only by pure strength of will did he manage to hold back his cum.

PussyCunt did her best to follow CherryPie's lead. She lapped his balls and practically made out with her neighbor friend. She slurped at the hairy scrotum of the man who moments ago was her husband, as he fucked someone younger, more fertile, more beautiful. She did love him. Even if he wasn't her husband anymore she wanted him to feel good. She felt a thrill at each little moan she extracted from him.

Robert glanced down at his beautiful bound slave wife. She made eye contact with him, and gently slurped one ball entirely into her mouth. Her face kept getting jostled by the ass of the girl he was bareback breeding. It was more than he could take. He rammed as deep as he could go, came into the bruised girl's womb, and made sounds like a donkey drowning. CheerBreeder gripped and thanked him as he did.

Master Winthrop's balls flexed in PussyCunt's mouth. It hurt to watch him pump his load into another cunt. His cum wasn't just for her anymore. Even if she was freed and her wifehood reinstated, this could never be undone. It hurt, but she was also so proud of him. It was good, what they were doing for CheerBreeder. And she'd never before had such a close up view, watching his cock flex and pump. He bred her deep and well. Soon the two were still again, and white cum oozed from between the cock and cunt.

"Thank you Mr. Winthrop," CheerBreeder cooed, "Your cock feels so good in me. I just know I'll get pregnant now. It's like I can feel our babies growing already."

Robert's now flaccid cock slumped out, drizzling cum and pussy juice everywhere. "Cleanup time," said CherryPie to PussyCunt, "You take the cunt. I'll take the cock". She began greedily slurping up the juices from the limp dick and balls.

Damn. PussyCunt would have rather had the cock. She resolved to be faster at calling dibs next time. She had no attraction for girls, and had certainly never eaten pussy before. Still, she knew what she liked when Master Winthrop ate her. How hard could it be? She did her best to clean up CheerBreeder with her mouth, drinking Master's excess cum directly from the girl's pussy. The smell and taste were revolting. But she felt Elizabeth's eyes on her, so she swallowed every drop. She was a slave now.

"You know Master Winthrop," CherryPie said to Robert, having finished licking his cock clean of her daughter's juices, "The night is young. I could bring you a drink with a little something in it that will have you ready to go again in no time. Remember I'm your slave too, at least for tonight. I'd love to take a ride. I don't know if mommy-daughter pairs are your thing, but around here they call us the Cher-cher-pair. What do you say?"

Robert was torn. On the one hand, CherryPie was hotter to him than ever. She'd been so generous and patient while servicing his cock. Everything she did was so full of warmth and love. Her heart was as beautiful as her body. Plus, she wasn't covered in bruises. He wouldn't have to be so gentle and careful with her, like he'd done with CheerBreeder. And the mommy-daughter thing was hot. He couldn't deny it was.

But he didn't NEED any more sex tonight. The raging boner that had been vexing him all evening was finally gone. Using drugs to bring it back felt...excessive. And fucking CheerBreeder was meant to be an act of service. Fucking her mother too, just for fun? Technically he wasn't married anymore and could do as he liked, but maybe that was going too far. He looked to Annabelle to see what she thought of him fucking yet another woman tonight.

PussyCunt almost cried when she realized Master Winthrop was looking to her for guidance. He still wanted to know her opinion, enslaved as she was. Deep inside her, the last sliver of her soul that hadn't submitted yet desperately wanted to say 'no'. If she let him fuck CherryPie too, who knows where it would end. Would he fuck all their friends from church? He might breed half the wait staff by the end of the night. But she just couldn't say it. Naked, collared, bound, having squirted on the neighbors, with her former husband's swimmers on their way in another girl's cunt, and the taste of pussy and cum on her tongue: it wasn't her place anymore. She wasn't his wife anymore. She gave him a nod.

"What a great idea," said Damian, "But Robert, you should cum in CheerBreeder a few more times first, just to make sure. CherryPie, you go fetch the blue drink. PussyCunt, why don't you show your daughter how to get your man hard for another woman."

Elizabeth liked the sound of that. "Yeah mom, teach me how to make Daddy hard."

PussyCunt felt utterly defeated. This was an important chance though. What better way to teach her daughter what it meant to be a slave, and help her submit when her time came? "The secret," PussyCunt said to Elizabeth, "Is to make eye contact. Men like long slow strokes, from the taint to the tip." She began to demonstrate with her tongue.

Robert could hardly believe how well this was going. Annabelle was not only going to help him fuck anyone he wanted, she was giving their daughter a tutorial on how to get him hard for it. He made a mental note to do something extra nice for his wife later. She was really going above and beyond.

CheerBreeder knelt down beside PussyCunt. "Men also like to have their assholes licked," she said helpfully, "These chairs have a feature to help the slaves reach better. You just pull the lever here."

As she demonstrated, Robert's chair leaned back, and the seat split, opening his legs wide. The result was a new position with his asshole fully exposed to his former wife.

PussyCunt had never eaten him there before. She never wanted to. But she couldn't stop now, with Elizabeth watching. Gingerly she licked her former husband's anus. He was clean, but it still felt vile. Knowing she was doing it to help her daughter enslave herself better, and to help him fuck another woman, made her feel all the more violated. She embraced that feeling, as she had been taught long ago. Somehow, the more violated she felt, the better she felt. She forced herself to probe deeper with her tongue, until she heard him moan in pleasure. She'd asked for this. She'd needed this. This was who she was now.

"The blue drink is here," announced Damian as CherryPie returned, "Mr. Winthrop, before you take that, you'll want to pee first. It lasts for a few hours, and lets just say it's hard to piss once you get started."

"Oh. Sure. Um, where's the bathroom?"

"Right here Master," said CherryPie, kneeling in front of him and opening her mouth, "Please use me."

"No. Use me master," echoed CheerBreeder. "I've been practicing."

PussyCunt knew what she had to do. She didn't want to do it. Piss drinking was the stuff of nightmares for her. And she knew if she did it once, she'd be seen as a urinal slave forever. She could easily just stay silent, and let one of the other slaves handle it. But it felt like everyone was looking at her, waiting. Was she really going to sit here with her tongue up Master's ass, pretending she was too good for this: somehow better than CherryPie and CheerBreeder? She knew the more she embraced the feeling of violation, the better she would feel. What could be more violating than this? And most importantly Elizabeth, was watching. If Elizabeth saw PussyCunt balk now, Elizabeth might not fully submit to her own enslavement. And then she would be trapped in a horror scenario, enslaved but unable to reach the bliss of being slave broken. PussyCunt couldn't let that happen. She would do anything for her daughter. She leaned back on her haunches. "Please choose me Master," she said, in a small voice, then opened her mouth wide for him to piss in.

Robert hadn't expected Annabelle to speak up at all. He was actually pretty uncomfortable with the idea peeing in a woman's mouth, in front of his daughter no less. He wanted to insist on a regular toilet. The slaves seemed so eager, though, so he wasn't quite sure how to say it. But when his wife leaned back and volunteered as well, it broke his brain a little. The love of his life, who didn't even like avocados, was literally asking to drink his piss. How could he say no to that?

PussyCunt felt a tiny spark of pride when Master Winthrop picked her above the other two slaves. She wasn't surprised, but it still felt good to be his confirmed favorite. She wrapped her lips gingerly around his cock, and looked him in the eyes.

It took him a while to get going, but once he did the stream came fast. PussyCunt had always thought the hardest part of being a urinal slave would be the disgusting taste. But no, the taste was barely a concern. It was so wretchedly warm. It filled her cheeks. She tried to swallow, but it wouldn't go down. She sputtered and coughed, spilling it all over herself. Master Winthrop paused, giving her a chance to recover. The other slaves eagerly volunteered to take over, but she waved them away. Master had chosen her. Master then tried to claim he was done, but she knew that was a lie. PussyCunt was soon ready to try again. She insisted on having another try. This time she was ready for the warmth. She swallowed it. She swallowed more, again and again. She looked him in the eyes and didn't spill another drop. When it finally stopped, she opened her mouth wide to prove she'd swallowed it all. It was the most vile thing she had ever done. She was so proud of herself.

Robert felt good, but a little bashful. He focused on his drink. It was pretty tasty. Within a couple minutes, he was fully erect again. Brian helped clean PussyCunt with some napkins, while CherryPie cleared away the empty plates.

CheerBreeder spread herself on top of the table. It took her a moment, bruised as she was, but she found a position she liked. She beckoned Robert, legs open wide. "I'm ready for you Master."

"Come sit on my lap, PussyCunt," Damian ordered. "Those tits are my property now. I want to squeeze my tits while you watch Robert's cock go in."

PussyCunt's hands were still bound behind her back, so it was awkward, but she obeyed and climbed onto his lap. She could hardly believe that less than an hour ago, she didn't even want Damian touching her hands. Now she was obediently making herself his personal grope doll. But instead of clumsily kneading her tits like she'd expected, he began very gently brushing them with just his finger tips. She shivered as he barely caressed her nipples. Then, at a command from Damian, Brian returned to his place under the table, and began kissing her feet. PussyCunt hated that she loved it.

A small group of other diners had gathered around to watch the Winthrop party. A few of them cheered Robert on. He stood and lined up his cock for the second time. Robert looked his former wife in the eyes as he slid into Cheerbreeder for the second time.

"I love you," he said, watching her get molested.

"I love you too," she answered, watching him make love to another woman.

CheerBreeder shuddered with pleasure. She loved using fresh cum as lube. "Remember when I used to come over and babysit for Elizabeth," she moaned. "Maybe, maybe someday she'll babysit for our babies."

"Maybe we can both babysit his babies for each other," Elizabeth added softly. She felt all warm inside as Daddy Damian gave her a pulse of pleasure.

Robert groaned at his daughter's comment. He strongly felt someone should say something to contradict it. Someone had to reassert that Elizabeth would never have her father's babies. Brian! Brian should speak up. But Brian hadn't been given permission to speak. He just sat under the table, kissing, obediently silent.

Robert began picking up speed inside CheerBreeder. He had to do it then. He had to tell his daughter he wouldn't be breeding her. He wouldn't drive his iron-hard cock deep into her willing virgin fertile wet cunt, right on this table in front of her mom and her fiancé and everyone, just like CheerBreeder. He wouldn't visit Elizabeth's bedroom every night from now on, making her moan and squirm with pleasure just like CheerBreeder was doing, until Elizabeth's tummy swelled with both his children and grandchildren. He had to tell her no.

He looked her in the eyes. God, she was giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes. He struggled to say 'no' to those eyes in the best of circumstances. A light mist of perspiration glistened off her perfect skin. She stood up and came towards him, hips swaying. Now he could see her tight tummy, and those tantalizing forbidden 'V' shaped muscles leading down into her chastity belt.

Her hand was gently on his back. "Please daddy," she whispered into his ear.

Was it so crazy? She was literally asking for it. Robert had the key to her belt. After everything else that had happened tonight, was it really so bad? Yes! Yes it was so bad. Robert didn't have the strength to say no, but he didn't have to say yes either. He closed his eyes, listened to his daughter's voice in his ear, begging him to breed her, and plowed CheerBreeder with all his might. He imagined it was Elizabeth on the table instead. It was his daughter's cunt making those wet slapping sounds with every thrust. It was her fertile womb squeezing and milking him. He could pretend. That would be enough. It had to be. Oh god Elizabeth's sweet tight pussy felt so good.