I trembled as I looked at the femboy known to me only as "Slut" looked down at me, a sinister grin on their face. My senses were still reeling from the torment my Goddess had put me through mere minutes ago, and I was doing my best to avoid imagining how things could possibly get any worse. Still, there was nothing I could really do to stop any of this. Legally I was now property of my Goddess, and even if I found a way to escape, I'd be stuck wearing these bindings for the rest of my life. My only way out was to suffer through the weekend and invoke the exit clause in the contract once the period had ended.
Slut didn't allow me much time to think on this further. Within moments their small dainty hands were unlocking the head and hand restraints on the prison box, and a quick yank on my chain signaled to me to slide out. While I relished finally being free of the stale odors of Goddess' farts and urine, I couldn't help but fear what would come next. She had told Slut that they could do whatever they pleased with me in her absence, and something told me that the slave once on the bottom of the totem pole in this household would relish the opportunity to finally have someone else in that terrible position.
I remained on my knees, looking up at the slave-turned-tormenter above me. Their slender frame was nothing compared to Goddess', but at the end of the day physical power wasn't necessary to control me. Slut yanked my chain with a surprising amount of force and dragged me over to the normal section of the large couch, where they quickly sat down with a soft, feminine sigh. My face was quickly positioned between their small soft thighs, giving me a view of the pink chastity cage hidden beneath the black pencil skirt.
Wordlessly, the femboy slave pressed their hand on the back of my head, and began to slide it towards their crotch. Sucking their cock wasn't an option due to the all-encompassing pink plastic cage, but there were certainly other ways in which I'd be forced to provide pleasure. The pungent sweaty aroma of a long-caged cock began to fill my nostrils as the pressure on the back of my head grew, bringing me closer and closer to Slut's caged cock. Before long the plastic was pressed against my forehead, and my lips were flush with their smooth sweaty balls.
I paused there for a few moments, knowing what I'd have to do, but refusing to accept it. I'd never serviced a cock or balls before, even if they weren't attached to a cis man. I shook at the thought of it, but was quickly brought out of my head as a loud 'thwack' was quickly followed with a horrid stinging sensation on my left ass cheek. I cried out moments before the right cheek was hit. Slut had grabbed a crop, and was wordlessly reminding me of my place and what would happen if I did not serve.
Nearly crying a second time today from the pain, I found myself with no choice but to comply. I slowly opened my mouth and touched my lips to Slut's soft, smooth scrotum. A light moan escaped their lips above me, and I felt the arm with the crop fall to their side. I started to suck lightly, the soft wrinkly skin sliding into my mouth, adding the new taste of ball sweat to the foul cocktail still present on my taste buds. I let out a sad, defeated sigh, and began to slowly use my tongue to pleasure Slut's right testicle.
As I performed yet another of my slave duties, Slut's cock began to stiffen in their cage. At the same time, their balls became warmer and their scrotum became more pliable in my mouth. The left testicle effortlessly slipped between my lips and found itself joining its partner flat on my tongue. Before I knew it, I was sucking this stranger's balls against my will. As I serviced their crotch, I felt Slut's thin thighs tighten around me, locking me into the dark space between their legs and the long skirt. I began to suck harder and more frequently, while running my tongue around and between their testicles. I knew even a momentary lapse in service would bring the pain back, so I had to keep pushing forward.
I felt Slut's cage stiffen and push against my forehead, their enslaved cock begging for a freedom it likely hadn't experienced in years, or even longer. Part of me felt sorry for them, but most of me resented them for forcing me to suffer like this. Goddess' farts were awful, but the smell of a sweaty caged cock trapped in a skirt was in some ways even worse. The sour smell was not dissipating as I cleaned, likely because I couldn't clean the shaft itself. I did my best to avoid breathing in through my nose, and kept licking, sucking, and pleasing as Slut began to writhe in pleasure above me.
Slut had begun to approach climax when their hand suddenly slid over to the top of my head and began to push me lower. Before I had realized what was going on, the femboy's dainty legs were resting on my shoulders, their now-drenched testicles settled on top of my nose, and my lips were pressed against their smooth asshole. I instinctively resisted, but even those small hands had no issues overpowering me. I was going to have to lick Slut's asshole, likely until climax.
I took a deep breath, the smell of sweaty ass combining with cock sweat as the air rushed into my lungs. I let out a soft gag, but Slut's grip did not relent. I began to lick between their small soft cheeks, curiously surprised at how the texture of their ass was truly no different from any other woman I had gone down on. Despite the similarity in feel, I still couldn't believe what I was doing. Slut however, clearly did not mind. Their grip tightened on my hair as they shoved me harder into their crotch, and I could feel their breathing intensify. It's likely nobody had pleasured this unfortunate slave in years, and now they finally had a toy of their own to play with.
My tongue soon arrived at their asshole, and I steeled myself as I gave it a lick. The salty coppery taste wasn't all too unfamiliar, as a submissive man I had eaten my fair share of asshole in the past. My tongue slid in nearly effortlessly, this was an ass that had taken more than its fair share of penetration. Whether that was from actual cocks, Goddess' toys, or both, I couldn't be sure, and I tried not to think too hard about it. As my tongue penetrated Slut, I could feel their asshole grip it, and their breathing grew heavier. The femboy slave began to pull be head back and forth, forcing me to tongue-fuck their asshole whether I wanted to or not.
I let my body go limp as Slut began to use my face as a sex toy. Their balls and caged cock began to slap against my face, adding to the absurd humiliation of this whole event. With each forced thrust my tongue penetrated deeper into Slut's rectum, and with each penetration they grew closer and closer to climax. Their small soft thighs rubbed against my ears, and the smell of sweat inside the hot pencil skirt grew more pungent. I could feel their cock struggle more and more against the cage as I tasted deeper and deeper into their hole. I found myself hoping that Slut, unlike our shared Goddess, was not prone to farting in the throes of pleasure. If that happened, I might truly lose myself forever.
While I was relieved to not have yet another fart forcibly blasted into my unwilling mouth, Slut did have something similarly unpleasant in store for me. Their moans grew louder, and their thighs began to shake as they approached climax. Without a word, my face was yanked from its sweaty ass prison and the plastic caged cock was shoved into my mouth. Slut's plan at this point was abundantly clear. While they couldn't get erect or receive a traditional cock sucking, they certainly could still unload years of pent-up cum into my mouth, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Slut threw their head back and began to convulse in pleasure as their caged cock slid into the back of my mouth. I could feel the tell-tale ripples of orgasm shoot through their cock in spite of the plastic between my tongue and it. Moments later, a hot wet blast of cum shot into the back of my tongue. I had never sucked a cock before, and I was not at all prepared for the bitterness or the sticky, gooey texture. Wave after wave exited Slut's penis as their legs shook and trembled under the force of their orgasm. My mouth was filling with cum, and I simply couldn't bring myself to undergo the final humiliation of actually swallowing it.
As Slut's orgasm slowly ended, so did the assault on my mouth. They leaned back with a sigh, and as if on cue, I heard the telltale heavy footsteps of my Goddess approaching. Slut quickly slid their cock out of my mouth and returned to their knees. They may be above me, but we both still kneel to our one shared master.
"Now what have you two been up to?" Goddess inquired, a sinisterly playful tone in her voice. "Looks like my little Slut got to have some fun while I was gone. Now that you've pleasured yourself, get to cleaning and making my dinner."
Goddess snapped her fingers, and Slut hurried off, but not without shooting one last smirk my way. They certainly weren't done having fun with me.
