PussyCunt and Elizabeth held their breaths. They watched as Robert handed the house key to Damian -- the man who'd just raped and enslaved PussyCunt -- so he could come do it all the time without even having to knock first.
PussyCunt wondered how it would be if she just didn't fight. She imagined calmly letting Damian breed and enslave her while she went about her day, like a free-use girl. She'd be in the kitchen doing dishes. He'd walk in. She'd offer to make him a sandwich before he brutally violates her. He'd say that's so thoughtful, but he's in a hurry today, so can she make it while getting raped? Of course. She'd grab bread and cold cuts and bend over the counter. He'd get a pair of kitchen shears for shredding her clothes. As Damian's bare cock ravished her, PussyCunt would feel a little sad. She only had a few outfits left, and had really liked the one now shredded on the floor.
Robert wondered what being a new father again would feel like. He imagined everyone pitching in to help with the babies. Elizabeth and CheerBreeder would take turns nursing, not bothering to cover their tits so swollen and heavy with milk. Robert would hear his wife moaning in ecstasy from the bedroom. He'd poke his head in, and admire how happy she looked. Then he'd ask Damian to please rape his wife more quietly next time, so they don't wake the babies. Sherri (no longer CherryPie) would wait patiently for Annabelle to sign her self-enslavement papers again, out of respect for the sanctity of their marriage. Then Sherri would take another load of Robert's cum into her womb right there in the bedroom. It was harder to get pregnant at Sherri's age, but she was determined to try. PussyCunt would beg permission to be Robert's urinal once he finished. Robert knew this new lifestyle might be a tough transition for everyone, but he was sure it was for the best. For some reason he just had a good feeling about it.
Robert's daydream was interrupted as CheerBreeder sunk herself into his cock, shuddering again with pleasure. Her tight young pussy, already lubed with his cum, squeezed and milked his unquenchable drug boner. CherryPie rimmed him with passion and skill from below. She'd been right. Breeding the daughter was even better with the mother's tongue in his ass.
Elizabeth couldn't get the image of her father handing over the house key out of her head. Nobody had mentioned it, but she knew that if Damian could come rape her mother whenever he liked, he could visit Elizabeth's bedroom as well. She wouldn't be doing slave training through the safety of her phone anymore. Had this been part of his plan all along? She imagined him climbing into bed with her, ripping open her nightgown. He would ask her if she needed to be gagged tonight, or if she could keep quiet during her rape breeding on her own. She'd admit that she needed the gag. She imagined taking turns on Damian's cock with her mother, while her father gave encouraging praise. She imagined getting married to Brian, visibly pregnant with Damian's babies.
What could she do though? Her father had made the decision. And she couldn't defy Daddy Damian. She still needed to get that chastity belt off. God, was she ever going to get the belt off?
Damian put the house key on a keyring that already held many others. "Don't worry," he said to Elizabeth and Brian, "I haven't forgotten about you two. Brian, why don't take a break from licking feet. You're getting married soon right?"
Brian, still without permission to speak, nodded and smiled. He began flexing and stretching his very tired tongue and jaw.
"Yes, the wedding is coming up," Elizabeth confirmed. She felt a glimmer of hope. Damian was Brian's friend right? Men like him usually respected another man's claim on a woman. He wouldn't rape her while Brian was still planning on marrying her. Right? Damian would only rape her mom. Even as she thought it, though, that felt naïve.
"And you're both virgins," Damian asked.
Another submissive silent nod from Brian.
Looking down at her wonderful fiancé, Elizabeth realized it was foolish to think Brian would stop Damian from doing anything to her. Brian was many good things. He was strong. He was kind. He was considerate. He was sizzling hot. But he was also kneeling, chipped, obediently silent, and naked. Did he even realize what that chip was doing to him?
"We were saving ourselves for each other," Elizabeth answered.
"Is that still the plan," Damian asked. To Elizabeth, the clear subtext was, "Will you let me breed you if I order it? Will you fuck someone else if I command?" After all that had happened, she knew she would.
Instead of nodding, Brian just looked at Elizabeth. It was apparently her call.
Elizabeth had previously imagined herself losing her virginity to Brian on their wedding night. But with him asking her opinion instead of asserting himself, she realized that wasn't going to happen. She had arguably cheated on him already a few times just in the last few days. He'd watched most of those moments and hadn't lifted a finger to stop her. Hell, Elizabeth had openly tried seducing her dad to breed her just now. And what had Brian done? He'd stayed obedient and quiet, licking toes. Elizabeth's horniness was getting almost painful. She realized she wasn't going to make it until her wedding. She wasn't even going to make it until morning. She could tell where this was going. Somebody's cum was going in her pussy tonight, and she could see now it wasn't going to be Brian's. If she didn't do something quick, she might not get a say in whose it was at all. There was nothing left to stop Damian from breeding her tonight. It made her so sad, but she quietly laid that dream of being a virgin bride for Brian to rest. "I...I guess not," she said, voice cracking a little.
Brian made the 'I love you' sign with his hands.
All the while, CheerBreeder had been loudly bouncing atop Robert's dick, begging him for babies. Her mother dutifully ate his ass below. Elizabeth looked at her father, her real Daddy. Once again Elizabeth wished with annoyed jealousy that CheerBreeder would hurry up and finish so somebody else could have a turn. If Brian couldn't be her first, she wanted it to be the other man she trusted completely. She had to get on that cock. She knelt beside her naked rutting father, more determined than ever.
"Daddy I can't wait anymore." She took his arm and wrapped it around her bare waist, so he could feel her body. "I need you to take my belt off." She then took his hand and pressed it against her bare tit. He didn't respond, except to moan a little. "Please let me ride next." She reached in between the two slaves, gently cupping and caressing his balls. She felt a thrill at the touch. So this is what Daddy's balls felt like. He moaned louder.
Robert couldn't believe what was happening. The babysitter was breeding with him. The nice lady from church was eating his ass. And now his daughter, his hot naked daughter he'd been trying so hard not to lust after, was caressing his balls. If he hadn't just cum twice he would have blown his load right then.
But Elizabeth wasn't done. "I'll do anything Daddy." She began gently kissing his neck. "I'll be a slave if you want. I'll have your babies if you want." She kissed him fully on the mouth. He kissed her back. His beard felt prickly. "You can keep me for yourself. You can whore me out. You can sell me when you're tired of me. Anything. Just please let me have the next ride Daddy." She kissed him again with tongue. She loved the taste of her Daddy's tongue. "Brian will even eat your cum out of me, won't you my love," she asked louder.
"You can speak," Damian granted, "Tell them you will." He brandished Brian's remote, both a carrot and stick.
"I will. Yes I will," Brian panted.
