The Age of Enslavement

PussyCunt watched the man who was her husband just minutes ago rail the next mother of his children. She watched her daughter openly seducing him as he did. She felt Brian, apparently fine with his fiancée doing this, obediently sucking on her toes. Master Damian caressed her nipples. It felt so wrong, and yet so right. What remained of her will was dissolving. At this rate, Elizabeth would be fucking her father soon, and nobody would stop her. PussyCunt certainly wouldn't be able to. Maybe Damian would enslave and breed Elizabeth before her father could. Was that really their best hope now?

PussyCunt felt her legs open voluntarily as Damian's hand slid towards her cunt. God, how had she become such a wanton slut? It's because she remembered his magic fingers from the stage earlier. She'd never experienced so much pleasure at once. She couldn't help but want more.

But it wasn't just his fingers. He pressed something cool, smooth, and metal against her clit. It gave her a tiny ever so familiar burst of pleasure.

Cold aching fear filled her body. It was a training chip. Of course he had another one. She tried to close her legs, but doing so just pressed the chip harder against her. She tried to push away, to move, to escape. Damian held her in place. He was so much stronger than her. She pulled against the bonds that held her arms behind her back. They held fast.

"Please don't," she begged in earnest, "Please Master Damian. I can't handle being chipped. I'll do anything else you want."

"Anything? Are you sure?" Damian's voice was cold.

She swallowed.

"Are you on birth control," he asked.

"No," she whispered. It felt like her heart skipped a beat at that, "We always use condoms."

"Do you mean it then? Anything?"

CheerBreeder gripped Robert with her legs, howling and cumming as Robert ravaged her like a dog in heat. CherryPie stroked her daughter's hair, watching with lust. PussyCunt imagined Cheerbreeder's belly growing big with Robert's babies. She imagined her own growing big with Damian's. It sickened her, but she couldn't let herself to be chipped. She couldn't.

"Yes," she whispered, "Anything. Even...even that."

The chip on her clit gave her another pulse of pleasure. Fuck. No. "Good slave," he whispered. It was like a sip of liquor to a recovering alcoholic. She immediately needed more.

Elizabeth had begun gently kissing her father's cheek and neck -- just chaste little pecks such as a daughter might give her father -- while he jackhammered their old babysitter even harder.

"You know CheerBreeder probably won't get pregnant on the first try," said Damian, loud enough for everyone to hear, "It'll be better if he does this again and again, tomorrow, and the next day. Pounding her in your bedroom. In your marriage bed. Filling her up over and over. That would be best, don't you think, PussyCunt?"

Robert grunted at the suggestion. It seemed he liked the idea.

PussyCunt squirmed under Damian's fingers. "Please," she begged quietly, desperation in her voice, "Don't do this. It's supposed to end after tonight. We're supposed to go back to normal."

"You know that won't happen," Damian whispered back, "It can't anymore. Now say it nice and loud. Give your husband permission to fuck her as much as he likes." He stroked the chip against her clit, but didn't activate it. Her body ached for it. The message was clear. She would get her next pulse only if she obeyed.

All PussyCunt had to do was nothing. As long as she said nothing, he wouldn't activate the horrible wonderful chip, and she wouldn't get any more readdicted. Robert would have his fun, do his good deed, and be done. At the end of the night PussyCunt would get freed, Robert would be her husband again, and everything would be okay. Maybe the neighbors would treat her differently. Maybe Robert would ask her to drink his piss again sometimes. She could live with that. She just had to hold on. She just had to do nothing. She just had to ignore the need she felt to her bones.

She lasted barely a few seconds. "Okay. Okay yes. Yes! Yes, Master Damian that would be best," she cried.

Robert grunted at that. He'd definitely heard her.

She waited, but the pulse didn't come. Apparently Master Damian wasn't satisfied yet. Fuck. Had she given her husband permission to keep fucking that slut for nothing? It was as if a dam broke in her. She began saying anything and everything she could think of to please her master, "Master Winthrop, you should breed her every day. Please Master, please promise to breed her, even after I'm your wife again. Breed her instead of me! I'll change my mind, but do it anyway. Cheat on me. Do it in our bed. Chain me up and make me watch. Make me help. Make me eat your cum from her cunt, and drink your piss from your cock when you're done. Please!"

Robert began to bellow like an animal. Elizabeth hugged him from behind, pressing her bare boobs against her father's back. There was no stopping it now. He was fucking a fertile cheerleader, hearing his wife ask him to cheat, and feeling his daughter's entire naked body against him. It felt like his brain melted, then blew out of his dick. CheerBreeder gripped her legs around him, holding him close, trying not to spill a drop.

Meanwhile PussyCunt got her reward: another tiny burst of addicting pleasure. She relished it. It wasn't enough. She knew it wouldn't be. It was like eating a single potato chip. All it did was make her want more. She'd sold her marriage for a potato chip. But it cleared her mind just enough that she could regret what she'd done. She had to stop this, or she'd lose herself. Somehow, she gathered another sliver of willpower.

"Please don't use the chip anymore," she begged Master Damian quietly, "Impregnate me instead. Rape me! Anything else."

"I am raping you though, aren't I," he asked, giving her another delicious pulse, "Every single time, I'm raping you to your core.

God he was right. "Yes," she admitted, "You're raping me every time." He pulsed the chip again. Yes! No. Fuck.

"It's even more violating than if I attacked you in the street and dragged you into the bushes, isn't it?"

"Yes. God yes." Pulse.

"Because you love it every time. You love being raped."

She blinked, and a tear ran down her face. "Yes." Pulse.

"Did you mean it? Will you do anything to make it stop," Damian asked.

"Anything." Pulse.

"Robert really is going to cheat on you from now on. He'll feel uncomfortable about it at first, but I'll make sure to remind him that you asked for it. He's going to breed that bitch, whether he's married to you or not. If I promised to stop chipping you, would you cheat with me too? Even after you're free?"

Another tear ran down. Wasn't it enough that he was violating her mind and body? Did he have to make her ruin her marriage too? But still she knew her answer. "Yes. Please." Pulse.

"Offer to sneak out of your house, and fuck me in secret, until you're pregnant with my babies."

"I'll do it. Please." Another pulse. How many had that been? She couldn't remember. She couldn't tell anymore if she was begging for him to stop, or to continue.

"Offer to fuck only me, not your husband, until we're sure the baby's mine."

"I'll fuck only you master. I'll cheat with you. I'll make sure my next baby is yours. I'll lie about it. I won't let him touch me until you say I can." Pulse. "Please let me go. You promised you'd let me go."

"I did didn't I?" Pulse. "Don't worry. I'll free you, just like I promised. And I won't make you cheat on your husband, or lie to him." Pulse. "He won't cheat on you either. How about that?"

Relief flooded her. He was still going to free her. She'd begun to think he might keep her enslaved forever. Had the cheating talk just been a test of some sort? It didn't matter. She wouldn't have to cheat on Robert after all. It was going to be okay. "Yes. Yes please master," she said.

"I'll come to your house and rape you, instead." Pulse. "I promised to treat you like CherryPie. That means I'm going to let you go and enslave you again, over and over. But I know you won't submit every morning like she does. I don't need you to sneak out, because I'm going to come to you. I'm going to rape you in your own home, until you break enough to agree to be my slave again." Pulse.

Robert slumped back in his chair. Spent. He had no idea what Damian and PussyCunt had been up to. His cum was dripping from Cheerbreeder.

CherryPie knelt in front of him again and began slurping her daughter's juices from his balls. His cock was still hard. "Thank you master for breeding my daughter so good. Please keep emptying your balls into her. Let me help make the next cum even better. If you lean back, put your legs up, I'll rim you to help you get ready again. Just don't forget me Master. Once you've bred her a few more times, will you please do me as well?"

"Yes...yes..." panted Robert.

"Look how happy he is," Damian said to PussyCunt, "He should be this happy all the time, don't you think?"

"Yes Master." Pulse.

"He's going to fuck CheerBreeder and CherryPie all the time. Maybe everyday. But he'll feel so guilty about it if you're free and married again. That won't do. You'll need to be enslaved again, so he doesn't feel bad for cheating on you. Luckily I'm here to help. From now on, I'll come to your house and rape you every time he wants to breed them. It's a crime to rape a free woman, so I'll have no choice but to enslave you afterwards. You'll either willingly sign away your freedom to me, hoping I'll let you go again. I probably will. Or you'll make me go through the hassle of dragging you in chains to enslavement court to prove you're a natural slave. There you'll be judicial enslaved, permanently branded, and auctioned off. Either way, whenever I visit, I'll be forcibly raping your freedom away. I'll let your daughter watch. I'll let your husband help. And he will help, because he's a good man. A good man would keep breeding the neighbor girl as much as it takes. A good man would give you what you need. And raping is what you need. Isn't that right?"

What was the use of arguing? PussyCunt had said it already on stage for all to hear. She couldn't resist him now, after so many pulses from that chip on her clit. And anyway, it was true. It was clearly true. "Yes Master...I...I need it." Pulse.

"Speak up slave. Look your husband and daughter in the eyes and say it nice and loud."

"Master Winthrop, Elizabeth," PussyCunt's beloved family turned to her. "It turns out I'm...I'm a rape slave. I like being raped. I need to be raped to be happy." Pulse.

"Oh...Congratulations mom," chirped Elizabeth.

"I'm so proud of you honey," panted Robert, still dazed by the orgasmic bliss.

"It is a beautiful thing," said Damian, "Robert, you should know, I genuinely raped your wife on stage. I've been raping her the whole time you were fucking. I'm doing it now, aren't I PussyCunt?"

"Yes," another tear rolled down her face. "You are. He absolutely is Master Winthrop. He's raping me right now. He's chipping me. I can't stop him." Pulse.

"And she loves it, don't you PussyCunt? Tell your husband the truth," Damian ordered gently.

Two more tears. "It's true. I love it, Master. I love being raped. I'm a rape slave." Pulse. "I need to be raped." Pulse. "I need it." The more she said it, the easier it was to say.

"Ask your husband's helped to be raped from now on PussyCunt," Damian ordered.

"Would it be okay...Master Winthrop, would you please help make sure I keep getting raped...even after I'm free?" Pulse.

"She won't even be cheating," explained Damian, "That's the beauty of it. Being raped against your will isn't cheating, and it will be against her will. Every time she gets freed, PussyCunt will change her mind. She'll beg you, Robert, to change yours. She'll say she doesn't want to do it anymore. She'll mean it too. Every time I rape her, it'll be real. And just like this time, she'll love it. She'll enslave herself again and again, each time knowing she might never be free again. She'll thank you, Robert, for ignoring her pleas and making sure she got raped anyway. She'll mean that too, just as much. She'll be counting on you to be strong. Can you do that for her? Your wife needs you."

Robert tried to answer, but was having trouble forming words. The cher-cher-pair was working their magic. He was leaning back, feet on the table. CherryPie, the hot neighbor woman from church, was burying her tongue deep in his ass. Her fertile nubile cheerleader daughter CheerBreeder was on his lap straddling him, grinding her cummy cunt on his drug hardened cock. With every stroke she nearly enveloped him for the third time.

"Hold still for a moment CheerBreeder," Damian said, "This is important." CheerBreeder pouted, but obeyed, tantalizing him with her hot wet pussy pressed against his dick.

"Say it again," Damian ordered PussyCunt, "Tell him what you need."

PussyCunt tried to imagine what it would be like. Would Damian come to her front door, ring the bell, tear off her clothes there on the front porch, and ravish her on the front lawn? Would they put it on the calendar: Tuesdays and Fridays are rape days? Would Robert come running when he hears her cries, and then help hold her down? Would he stroke her hair and give her gentle kisses while the slaver fucked her freedom away? Would Robert get out his dick to help rape her too? Would the neighbors come to watch? Would the neighbors help rape her too? She didn't want that. She didn't want any of it. She opened her mouth to say so, but the words wouldn't come. This wasn't about what she wanted, and she knew it. This was about what she needed. "I need to be raped Master," she said, knowing it was the truth, "I need to have my freedom raped away." Her body quaked with quiet sobs. She didn't even get a pulse from the chip this time.

"What do you say Robert," Damian asked, "This could keep happening, maybe every day. You heard your wife. She needs this. And she's right. She really does. Look how wet her cunt is." He lifted his fingers, slick with her juices. "Look how easily she gave herself to me. I'll make you a deal. Give me a key to your front door and I'll come by to rape and enslave her whenever she needs it, day or night. I'll bring Cheerbreeder and CherryPie with me sometimes. They can even move in with you if you like. You can breed them both, and your freshly raped reenslaved wife will clean you up after. You'll get to fuck the babysitter while her mom does your housework and use your wife as a urinal afterward, all without breaking your marriage vows or owning a single slave."

Robert's cock was throbbing in the grip of CheerBreeder's pussy lips. Even so, he'd been trying to pay attention. He couldn't see a single problem with Damian's plan though. It sounded perfect. But he had to make sure. He gathered the last of his strength, and looked his wife in the eye. "Is that really what you want honey," he asked.

PussyCunt's sobs wouldn't stop. No, she didn't want that. It didn't matter though. That accursed wonderful horrible chip had its claws deep in her brain all over again. Master Damian held the remote, and so she was powerless to do a single thing that might displease him. "Yes Master, please Master," she heard herself say. The chip pulsed again. She tried to savor it. She'd sold her freedom for that pulse.

"Good slave," Damian said to her kindly, "I'll put your chip on 'pleasure pulse mode' for that. You've earned it." He pressed some buttons on his phone, causing PussyCunt to silently writhe in his arms as the chip gave a steady stream of little pulses.

"Elizabeth," Damian ordered, "Will you fish the keys out of your mom's purse, there on the table. Pull off the house key, and hand it to your father, so he can give it to me."

Elizabeth got the key. She hesitated a moment. By helping in this small way, it felt like she was consenting to this arrangement as well. But she couldn't disobey. She handed it to her father: implicitly agreeing to give her slave trainer rapist master unrestricted access to her home so he could rape her mother more easily.

Robert held the key for a moment. God that cunt on his dick felt good. Despite being told not to move, CheerBreeder was grinding herself against him just a bit. Robert was going to miss having Annabelle as his wife. She clearly needed this though. It was the right thing to do. He had to be strong. "Okay Mr. Grant," he said, "It's a deal." They shook on it.