Title: Current Responsible Party Ch.8
Part: 8 - (21 Jan 2018)
Story Codes: M,F,fF,g,b,mc,nc,humil,cuck,bd,pedo
Summary: In the not so distant future the State makes sure people
pay their debt. If not, your debt may be sold to another.
This is chapter 8. I will write new chapters depending on interest.
After months I finally figured out how to upload my chapters.
This is the first story I've ever uploaded. Like most people I
have stories in my head and at some point decide to write them
down and hopefully someone will enjoy it.
If you are offended by fictional sex between adults,
teens and preteens whether implied or described then this story
is not for you.
CRP Ch 8 Current Responsible Party
Programmed cooperation.
I check the time as we help cuntlette downstairs to our room
after a very busy afternoon. We've visited all the male family members
except Master Ali. It's 3:47 PM and she's trembling from being switched
in and out of lust mode for the last 5 hours. We need to get her into
a bath, cleaned up, and some fluids into her. I send dickless to the
kitchen for a pitcher of cold water and glasses while my wife and I get
cuntlette settled in. My wife helps her out of her slave outfit while I
run a hot bath. By the time I'm done dickless is pouring water for each
of us. My wife helps our daughter into the tub and starts washing her
up while my son and I sit and rest. I hear my daughter weeping and my
wife consoling her. It's hard fighting the urge to do something about
it. I hate that I feel so helpless trying to protect my family when it
only takes the slightest whim from any of our owners to control us so
completely. My wife and daughter emerge from the bathroom and sit
together on cuntlette's bed. Cunt towel drying her hair while my
daughter sits with her eyes closed. I lie back on my bed relaxing and
think about all that's happened today.
I awaken to an appointment notification and look over to see my
son had also been alerted. I throw my legs off the bed and look over
to see both my wife and daughter gone. I didn't think I would doze off
so quickly and wish she had woke me up when they left. Now I have no way
of knowing where they are. I decide to ask for a note pad to better keep
track of each other. It's 15 minutes till 5 and after a quick trip to
the bathroom dickless and I head down the hall to docs.
We walk through the open door and see doc sitting behind his
small desk. He smiles and greets us saying have a seat at the chairs
lined up across a wall. He finishes up a few things while making chit
chat. He sits back in his chair and looks at us both saying: "Master
said he offered you the Accounting position again and you turned him
down". I find it interesting that he mentions it at all but say: "Yes,
I want to get this over with as quickly as possible and doubling the
time isn't worth it to me." He answer with: "I understand but Master
wanted me to ask you if you would reconsider." I didn't have to think
about it and answer: "No, I feel bad enough making my family go through
this as it is, much less doubling it." Doc looked and smiled and I knew
he understood but he looked to dickless and said: "How about you, are you
willing to stay longer if it's better for everyone?" I hear my son answer:
"I would stay if it's better." I think, that's just what a 10 year old
would say. Doc smiled saying: "That's a good attitude dickless." Doc then
stood and walked around the small desk saying follow me, then opens the
door to an adjoining room. I'm surprised as we step through the door and
see 2 hospital beds side by side. As Doc steps through the door behind us
says: "Both of you lie down on the beds." I at first pause watching my son
climb onto the bed and lie down then follow him taking the empty bed. As
I lie down I ask Doc: "What's this all about Doc?" he answers: "Just a
couple of adjustments Master has requested, nothing to worry about and
please look straight up." As I look up I see that same sign I've seen
before that reads, "Look here." I find myself once again staring at the
sign as Doc moves around the room. I hear him typing then suddenly my
corneal implant flashes then goes blank. I know it's being programmed
again and wait for it to restart. At that moment I feel a prick in my
arm and notice Doc standing next to me just finishing with an injection.
Before I know it everything goes dark.
I begin to see some light but feel immobilized and can't move at all.
I try to focus but as my eyes slowly start to see, I realize I'm on my
stomach looking straight down at the floor. I struggle but feel weak and
try to figure out what's going on. I must be on a massage table looking
through that hole for your face. I try to swallow and feel something in
my throat. My mouth is so dry I can't seem to swallow. I try pushing
myself up with my hands but I can't. I lie here and call out but there
is only silence. I'm feeling more and more uncomfortable as I lie here
till I finally hear footsteps. I see shoes at the head of the table and
feel activity on my right arm. I try to speak but it sounds like a mumble.
Finally I hear Doc's voice saying: "Sorry about that, it looks like the
flow stopped which caused you to wake up early. I'm listen to what he's
saying and quickly access my implant clock which reads 9 AM. What? I've
been here all night and I try to speak again but just mumble. Whatever is
in my throat is stopping me from speaking. Doc waits a moment then finally
says: "Cucky, you'll fall back to sleep in a moment so don't you fret about
anything. You're just 7 days into a 14 day treatment and you'll be back at
it in no time. I know you want to move but we have to keep you on your
stomach for the treatment to be successful and you're only restrained for
your own protection" I feel like I'll explode with questions when suddenly
I see everything going black again.
I begin to wake up but when I open my eyes everything is so bright.
I have to slowly let my eyes adjust so I raise my hand to my face and rub,
then use my hand to block the bright lights as I begin to focus. I'm lying
down and see a shape coming into view and hear a voice. "Ah, I see you're
awake, you'll get used to the light in no time. Here, let me dim the lights
a little." I know that voice to be Doc and a moment later I can see the
lights dim and can focus better. I look up at Doc and see that I'm in his
office and he's adjusting an IV drip running to my arm. I remember coming
to Doc for an appointment with my son, then glance around the room looking
for him. Not seeing him I ask Doc: "Where's dickless?" I cringe slightly
at the soreness in my throat and my mouth is so dry. Doc looks down at me
and hands me a half filled cup of water: "Dickless isn't here, he went
through a brief reprogramming and was released. He's come in everyday
checking on you, so has cunt and cuntlette. They're good kids and they
love you very much. You're a lucky man cucky." I take a sip of the water
and nod slightly while finally focusing. Trying to wrap my head around
what's going on and drinking most of the water I hand the cup back to Doc.
He takes the cup, sets it on a small tray beside the hospital bed, then
raises the head of the bed even higher making it easier for me to see.
As the bed stops Doc steps to my side and smiles. He puts a
stethoscope to his ears and pulls the sheet down enough to listen to my
heart. I'm looking at his facial expressions while he listens, then he
pulls the stethoscope down, hangs it around his neck and says to me:
"Everything sounds good and the augmentation went perfect. I'm sure you
have many questions about your procedures." What? Half shocked I ask Doc:
"What procedures and what do you mean by augmentation?" I quickly begin
to lift from the bed while pulling myself up. I look at my hand and see
my finger nails are longer and now painted pink with white tips. I look
at Doc and he's reaching for me saying: "You need to lie back and relax
and all your questions will be answered." I rest back on the bed and
raise my hands to see both hands have long french style manicured
fingernails. Doc says: "They're liquid gel nails, I think that's what
she said when she put them on." I turn my hands over looking at them.
Not terribly long but definitely a quarter inch longer than my fingers.
I've always kept my fingernails cut close so I will never get used to
this. As Doc watches me looking at my finger nails he follows up saying:
"You've been under anesthesia for 2 weeks and there's been many changes
during that time. I'll fill you in as much as I can this morning and
we'll get you back on your feet by this afternoon. You're still under
pain medication that we will slowly decrease over the next few days.
You will feel quite a bit of pressure in your breasts but that will be
completely gone soon." I looked up and Doc reached up and began pulling
the sheet down. My eyes dropped down to my chest as the sheet exposed
what is now a pair of well endowed breasts. I look in shock saying:
"What the hell Doc, what have you done?" I reach up and touch then as
Doc explains: "When you refused Masters offer of being the Accountant
he decided to go with his second choice. He ordered your breasts enlarged
to a D cup and your nipples permanently engorged and enlarged. Your areola
has been stain tattooed for size and color match, your nipples have a
silicone gel caplet embedded to keep them permanently hardened, then each
pierced." I look at my nipples and they are at least 3 times the
circumference as they were, and my nipples are huge and stick out close
to half and inch. The piercings are gold rings the size one would wear
on a finger. I ask Doc while holding the rings: "I can't believe Master
would do this to me." Doc responds: "Actually those rings have been made
from you and your wife's old wedding bands." My heart sank at the thought
that Master had our wedding bands turned into nipple rings that I must wear.
My eyes begin to water while looking at Doc, then I lift the sheet looking
down and feel relieved to see my penis still intact. Doc smiled and said:
"Don't worry, everything down there is the same and should work perfectly.
The only other changes have been to your lips, they've been slightly
enlarged for a fully look, you now have a diamond stud in your nose and
matching ear ring and belly button piercings." Doc hands me a small mirror
to have a look. I can't believe it, my lips are fuller and seems to be more
red than what's natural, then I look at my ears and each has earrings
dangling from them. When I reach down to my belly button I see a matching
belly button ring dangling down. I say to Doc: "I don't understand why Master
wants me to have tit, tit, titties, but I'm glad my little wee, weenie is ok.
Did I really just say that Doc?" Doc chuckled then said: "It's your new
programming cucky. Some prerequisites have been altered and there have been
many changed made to your though patterns and priorities. Basically, even
though you may not realize it, your mind already finds all these changes
perfectly normal." I look up at Doc taking in everything he's said and ask:
"What about my family Doc, you said it's been 2 weeks?" Doc replies:
"Your family is fine but there has been a few changes you need to be aware
of. Since you've been going through your treatment Master acquired your
replacement. A young prodigy to the point of being a mathematics savant.
His name is Mr Miller and I'll let you know in advance that he's been
pre-programmed with extreme superiority. All Accountants are programmed
that way because they're in charge and they must maintain control. He is
second only to a family member. The next change is about your wife, cunt,
a week ago she was given to Master Mohamed as a graduation present by
Mistress Gamila." I gasp and say: "What? was that approved by Master and
isn't Master Mohamed only 11 years old?" Doc responds: "Master knows and
was consulted. Mistress Gamila wanted to make sure gifting cunt would not
interfere with anything her father planned. And Master Mohamed’s age has
nothing to do with it cucky" I shot back: "But Doc, what about my family,
we were supposed to remain intact! How is this keeping us together?" Doc
shaking his head at me says: "cucky, your family is still intact and still
share a room, you serve who you're told and always remember your place.
You're on the border of insubordination and if you go much further I will
have no choice but put it in my report. Never forget that we all have our
programming and orders to adhere to cucky." I looked up at Doc and saw the
seriousness in his eyes. I knew to keep my mouth shut and accept this fate.
Doc proceeded by getting me to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he swung a
tray in front of me and within minutes the door opened and cook was placing
a small plate of bland food in front of me. I ate the light meal which was
good and I needed it. Doc helped me stand and use the restroom and by mid
afternoon I was getting my strength back. I was sitting in a chair as Doc
continued checking my vitals. Doc finally said: "Ok cucky, I'm releasing
you after giving you these final instructions. You will take these tablets
twice a day. They will keep your skin more elastic which you'll appreciate
as your breasts are stretching your skin. The reason you've been kept
stomach down was so your breasts would hang naturally as the expanders were
slowly filled over 14 days. It gives a more natural look and you'll want
them to look natural. Next you will need to apply this lotion each time you
feel any pressure. Carry it with you at all times because we don't want any
stretch marks as they settle into their normal position." Doc handed me a
small bag with the medication. I took the bag and Doc had me walk around
the room several times to show him I was stable.
After Doc was convinced I was ok he walked me over to a clothes rack.
He reached and handed me a medium purple silk shirt saying: "Mistress had
these brought down earlier this morning for your new attire cucky. Go
ahead and put these on." I take the shirt from him and he helps me put
it on. As I slip it on I think now wait, it doesn't even fit. The sleeves
only come down to between my elbows and wrists and have a lighter purple
bow at the cuff. The shirt only comes down even with my naval and when I
go to button it up it not only doesn't come together in the front but it
also has no buttons. With my new titties they seem to keep the shirt
pushed open and hardly cover my now oversized and always hard nipples.
The exaggerated collar is the same light shade of purple to match the
cuffs. Doc looks at me and saw the shock and frustration on my face then
hands me the next item. I take it and realize it's the same color purple
but is a pleated skirt with an elastic waist band with a bow of the lighter
purple shade. I hold it up looking at Doc, then the skirt for a moment
till Doc shrugs his shoulders. I finally hold it down and step into the
skirt. Pulling it up to my waist and stopping where I would normally wear
my pants I look at Doc. He walks to me and pulled the skirt up higher till
it's over my hips, this put the bottom of the skirt less than half way to
my knees, then he spun the skirt around putting the bow in the back. He
stepped back and said: "Yes that's it, it's just like the picture I was
shown when it was dropped off this morning." Doc then reached up and
handed me a pair of silk slacks in much the same style as the pleated
skirt and said: "I was told to tell you that you will be told when to
wear the slacks." I turned and looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't
believe it. I tried to make sense of it and all I could come up with was
I looked like a gay cheer leader. I turned back to Doc who was tapping
away on his keyboard then suddenly my corneal implant reset again. Doc
pointed to the picture on the wall and when I looked it said, Look here.
I again found myself mesmerized by the sign and unable to look away. I
could hear sounds, music and voices just like the other times. Suddenly
I was looking at Doc standing in front of me. He was saying: "Ok cucky,
we're done here and don't forget your medication. Come by every 3 days
and you'll be notified, and smile more. You're excused." I suddenly found
myself smiling at Doc as I got up. I picked up the bag of meds and the
hanger with my beautiful new slacks to go with my awesome new outfit and
headed out the door.
As I walk down the hall I check the time. My corneal implant reads
3:34 PM and I'm anxious to see my wife and kids. I pass the door to the
dining room and glance inside to see who might be there. I see cook sitting
and speaking with one of the fountain girls. Since it's mid afternoon it
must be the morning fountain girl. I step inside to say hello to both of
them and pick up some water to take to our room. I sat down next to cook
and asked how each of them were. They were friendly and pleasant so we
enjoyed a few minutes of idle chat about cooking and even touched on how
the weather has been warming up and the fountain pond is warmer than it
had been this spring. I couldn't help notice both of them staring at me
occasionally and I wondered if my hair needed combed, but it made me
slightly self conscious. I decided to gather my things and water glass
and head to our room.
I enter our room hoping to see any of my family but nobody is here.
I decide to take advantage of the time and shower since it's been
awhile and I feel grubby. After hanging up my new slacks and putting
my things away I strip down and hop into the shower. It feels good
to lather up and wash my hair. While rinsing out the shampoo a
notification pops up on my display that reads: "Meeting with
Mr Miller in his office at 4:15 PM." I finish up my shower and dry
off. Looking at the time I see it's just now 4 PM so I have a few
minutes still. After putting my skirt and shirt on I sit on my bed
and check myself out. I see my toenails are painted in the same french
style as my fingers. I do as Doc says and rub the ointment onto my
titties then wash my hands. I brush my teeth and wonder why I have
the uncontrollable urge to refer to my titties as titties. It's not
something that I've ever thought about when looking at any woman’s
breasts before. I decide it has to be programmed into me and decide
not to worry about it, but none the less it seems a little embarrassing
to call them that. I finish brushing my teeth and bring up Mr Miller
on my display.
CRP: Omar Kahn
CRP Name: Mr Miller
Position : Accountant
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Weight: 162 Lbs
Height: 5' 9"
Penis size: 6 Inch
Sexual Orientation: As Directed
Other: Single, Oral: Fair, Anal: Very tight.
Location: Accountants Quarters.
I wonder what his situation is being so young and now here. I bring
up his location on the map and see he's just at the end of the hall. I
leave heading to his quarters.
When I arrive at the last door down the hall I see two folding chairs
lined up along the wall. I lightly knock on the door and after a moment
a woman I've never met opens the door saying: "Take a seat and Mr Miller
will be with you shortly." Then closes the door. I take a seat on the
closest chair to the door and wait. I notice it's exactly 4:15 so I
expect this shouldn't take long.
After awhile I look up and see cook walking up carrying a covered
plate. She says hello and taps on the door. A moment later the same
woman opens the door and invites cook in, then closes the door again.
I check the time and it's now 5 PM and I've been waiting 45 minutes.
I find the chair becoming more and more uncomfortable and shift around
on the chair.
Finally the door opens and cook steps out carrying the covered
plate and again the door closes behind her. I watch as she goes down the
hall toward the kitchen. I look at the time and it's now 5:40 and I've
been waiting almost an hour and a half. I continue shifting in my seat
while waiting. After another 15 minutes pet comes down the hall
completely naked. She says hello to me as she taps on the door. Again
the door opens and the same woman invites her in before closing the door.
I find myself beginning to get frustrated as I sit and wait. I am thirsty
and beginning to get hungry and now it's 6:10 PM and I've been sitting
and waiting for almost 2 hours.
Finally after another 15 minutes the door opens and the woman
speaking softly says: "You may come in now." I step inside and she closes
the door behind us. I look over and see a desk with a young man sitting
behind it. While pointing to the front of the desk the woman says: "you
may approach the desk." then she steps past the desk to the right. I take
the few short steps to the desk and notice no chair but as I look down
I notice the familiar circles on the floor. I position myself and kneel
with a knee in each circle. As I look forward and open my mouth in
submission I notice the bare feet of pet under the desk. In the quiet
of the room I hear her soft moans as she obviously sucks Mr Miller
under his desk.
Without moving much I look at Mr Miller who is dressed in a suit and
tie and has the boyish look of a 16 year old. He looks very professional
as he writes some notes and pecks away on the keyboard. He's looking down
busily and I'm not completely sure if he knows I'm here. My eyes shift
around the room, there is a door directly past the desk and I can see it
has a large bed and seems well appointed. Another open door to the right
has twin beds against the far wall and also seems well furnished. Then
catching my eye I see the woman who's been tending the door. Like me she
is kneeling at circles close to the wall. Next to her I see a young girl
also kneeling at circles. Both of them like me are open mouthed in
submission and facing the desk, but against the wall about 8 feet away.
The woman is wearing what appears to be light silvery business suit.
The short skirt, blouse with no buttons above the naval and jacket are
the sheerest material I've ever seen. Even at this distance I can see
through it and she has nipple rings, then looking down I can make out
the shiny look of piercings on her pussy lips or clit. She may as well
be nude but it's a nice look to tease with. Next to her the young girl
is wearing almost the same outfit, the short skirt, blouse and vest are
of the same material but brown with some patches on the vest. Then it
dawns on me that it's a brownie uniform so she must have been a girl
scout brownie. Again she has nipple rings and clit ring even though she
has no breasts at all.
I do a quick ping on both of them and read:
CRP: Family Kahn
CRP Name: bitchmother
Gender: Female
Age: 39
Weight: 135 Lbs
Height: 5'5
Breast size: 36C
Sexual Orientation: As Directed
Other: Fuck fair, Oral fair, Anal fair, 1 Son (Mr Miller).
1 Daughter (whorescout)
CRP: Family Kahn
CRP Name: whorescout
Gender: Female
Age: 9
Weight: 84 Lbs
Height: 4'9
Breast size: 28na
Sexual Orientation: As Directed
Other: Fuck tight, Oral fair, Anal tight
That explains it. We have a mother, son and daughter here. But
the thing I've noticed is, Mr Miller's mother took the Accountant
position for her son which seemed to get them this nice apartment
with private bedrooms. Also the Accountant seems to be over all
servants here with the same privileges as our owners. Nobody told
me that when I was offered the accounting position! I only saw it
as more responsibility and years more time. The only advantage I
saw was the pay after serving the original commitment. Now here I
am on the circles waiting for Mr Miller to acknowledge my presence.
I check the time and it's now 6:33 and I've been waiting for
whatever he wants for 2 hours and 18 minutes. I considered clearing
my throat but that's too obvious and he must know I'm here. I don't
want the first impression he has of me to be disrespect towards him.
My mouth is getting dry and I wish I had drank more water earlier.
Finally he leans back and looks my direction before looking down at
pet who's been busy sucking him the entire time I've been kneeling
here. Her soft moans and sounds of sucking have been plenty loud. I
see him reach down then suddenly he begins jerking her head up and
down by a hand full of hair. She begins gagging and choking then he
holds her head down. I can see her toes curling then see her begin
to fight it. I think he's cumming but then he pulls her head up. She's
gasping and coughing as he pushes back the desk chair and says: "I
don't want to cum yet. Just put it away for now." I see her crawl out
and begin putting his cock back in his pants, then she zips his
pants up. When she finishes he looks down at her and says: "You can
go now." I watch as she crawls out from under the desk, stands up and
as she walks to the door and opens it she says: "Thank you Sir."
Mr Miller stands and without saying anything walks to a closed
door, opens it and walks inside leaving the door open. I see it's a
large bathroom by the size of the corner hot tub sitting pretty far
back. He disappears inside for several minutes before I hear him say:
"cucky, come here." I stand and walk between the desk and his mother
and sister. I notice they're taking advantage of him out of the room
to rest their jaws and moisten their tongues just as I am. I step
into the bathroom where he is and find him sitting on the toilet with
his pants down around his ankles. I stop short and say: "Yes Sir?"
While sitting on the toilet reading from his epad and says:
"I'm finished." I stand there a little baffled by his statement till
he looks up at me, then using his thumb he points to his right saying:
"The paper's right there!" Time seemed to stand still as my mind raced
to comprehend what he wanted. I stepped forward and knelt down between
him and the wall, and slightly in front of him. He was back to reading
his epad as I unrolled a few feet of paper and folded it up. His thighs
were already spread apart when I leaned forward and reached between
his legs. I reached back under and behind his balls, then reaching up
I wiped his butt with the tissue. I looked to see I need to fold it
again and re-wipe. I had to get more paper 3 times plus use one hand
to wipe and one hand hold his cock and balls up out of the way. Finally
on the last fold and seeing nothing more on the tissue I scoot back and
remained kneeling. Mr Miller noticing I had finished stood up and waited.
After only a moment I knew what he expected so I reached down first
pulling his underwear up, followed by his pants. After I finish
fastening his pants and belt he walked out of the bathroom saying:
"Follow me." I follow him back into the room and back to the circles
while he sat down at his desk. His mother and sister were back to their
submissive presentation so I joined them while waiting for Mr Miller
to let me know what he wants with me.
Mr Miller started by thanking me for the Accountants position. Then
he began giving me assignments so he could start a database of inventory
and random information that Master is interested in. This week I am to
count every potted plant and its common name on the property. I will
have to involve the grounds keepers so I can get every plant. He will
give me other assignments as each task is finished. Mr Miller said it
was time for me to go and excused me. I rose to my feet and stepped
out the door thankful to finally be out of there. As I walked down the
hall I couldn't believe how cruel Mr Miller could be to not only we
slaves but even his own mother and sister. Even if what Doc said is
true and he's been programmed to feel superior to us it doesn't explain
the disregard for us.
I stop in the kitchen to grab a drink. My mouth is dry and I'm a
little hungry so I quickly fill a plate and sit down to eat. When
cook walked past I asked if she's seen any of my family. She said
cunt was in to eat an hour ago and dickless just left but she hasn't
seen cuntlette since this morning. I finish up my meal and head
to our room.
I enter our room and thankfully dickless is here. I know that
to me it only seems like yesterday that I saw him but he jumped up
to give a big hug. He says he's missed me then stepped back looking
at me saying: "dad, I mean cucky, you look so different with those
boobs and all." I look down smiling then open my shirt and beaming
proudly say: "I know, don't they look great!" Dickless looks at them
again before saying: "But you're starting to look like a girl!" I
cup them and look again before saying: "Do you really think so? I
think Master just likes titties. He knows I'm not a girl dickless."
dickless looks at me again and says: "Whatever, I'm just glad
you're back." We hugged again then we both sat on our beds to
talk and catch up.
Dickless said he's been spending most of his time with
Mistress Rana since cunt is with Master Mohamed most of the time.
I asked him how that was working out and he told me sometimes cunt
doesn't come to her bed all night. I was surprised to hear that but
I knew sometimes cuntlette was kept all night as well. Dickless
then admitted Mistress Rana didn't let him leave her room nightly
either. I asked about cuntlette and if she was with Mistress Gamila
right now and was taken back when he said no. Mistress Gamila is
visiting her grandparents and took snuggles with her so cuntlette
had been staying with Master and Mistress all the time till
Mistress Gamila gets back. I asked why Mistress Gamila didn't take
cuntlette and Dickless said she wasn't allowed to take her and
Mistress Gamila has been gone for a week already. I sat thinking
about the rule of keeping the family together and intact and decided
to look up what constitutes together. I assume that rule is the reason
cuntlette couldn't go with Mistress. I am honestly glad of the rule
if that's the reason.
A notification popped up on my corneal display informing me to
report to the kitchen at 7:55 to pick up Masters tea. I knew what
that meant and wondered who had been taking over for me while going
through my procedure. It's hard to believe 2 weeks have passed but
to me it seems like only a day. I check the time and have only
7 minutes to get ready and be in the kitchen. I make a trip to
the restroom to get ready for the night then tell dickless I will
see him a little later and head for the kitchen.
After picking up the tray with Masters tea I headed upstairs
to the Library where I was told he would be. As I entered the room
I could hear 2 male voices. I came around the corner and saw the
back of the big chair where Master sat last time and across was a
sofa where Masters oldest son Wahid was sitting with the twins girls
in the floor , one on each side of him and both resting their head
on a knee. I approached on Masters right side and immediately knelt
just past the arm and facing the chair. I held up the tray within
his reach then waited for a pause in the conversation before saying:
"Your tea Master." I remained in place until Master took the tea and
a sip. I kept the tray in place until Master kept the cup and didn't
put it back on the tray. Only after that did I place the tray on my
lap and sat back on my ankles. I listened to their conversation which
seemed to revolve around an import business. It must be somewhere in
the Middle East from what I was getting out of it. While they talked
I couldn't help but notice the twins looking me over which made me
self conscious. After all, they are gorgeous 16 year old twin girls
and probably consider me some old guy so why stare at me. I decided
it must be out of complete boredom because most 16 year old girls
have an active life with high school and dating. Here they are with
no social life and their entire purpose is to make this family happy.
That's when I realized I just described myself and my families current
state. Being set up with triggers and programming not only made it
easier for them, it helped give us purpose and ease us into submission
and acceptance. I find myself wondering why they just don't brainwash
us into zombies? Wow, maybe they have and I don't realize it. No way,
if they had I wouldn't even be thinking these thoughts, would I?
Suddenly I felt Master bump my left shoulder. I realize I've been
daydreaming when Master says: "Well, what do you think?" Oh shit, I
have no idea what he's talking about! I squirm not knowing what to say
and notice everyone is looking at me. There is no way to get out of
this so I say: "I'm sorry Master but I missed the question." My eyes
are now looking down to the floor, both ashamed and embarrassed when
Master says: "Your tits, did they come out the size you said you liked?"
I turned a few shades of red while coming up with a response by saying:
"Yes Master, my titties are perfect, thank you." Both Wahid and Master
chuckled and even the twins smiled which made me wonder if I had missed
more of the conversation. I knelt and listened as Master told Wahid
specifics about the treatment I had gotten. The nipple enlargement,
piercings and lip injections with red stain. I was surprised that Doc
failed to mention a few of the hypnotic enhancements that had been
implemented. I was glad when the conversation moved on to Mr Miller.
Master was so pleased to be able to transfer accounting back to the
accountant after having to do it himself the last several weeks.
After awhile Wahid said he was going up and turning in. He rose and
put a hand out for each twin who gracefully stood. All three walked
out the door which left Master alone. He held the cup out to me and
I lifted the tray. He set the cup down and spoke saying: "Cucky, you
disappointed me right from the beginning." Looking down I began:
"I'm sorry Mas" then shutting up as he palmed his hand at me.
He continued: "I see now it's worked out for the best. I have a
young man who's enthusiastic and talented. One who's capable of
maintaining order and discipline, even though that had to be
programmed in." I remained silent, still holding the tray with my
eyes fixed on the half filled cup of tea. Master added:" You are
the one who convinced me I should take more control over my property.
Those who fight my authority will be reprogrammed. Parts of your
programming have been left intact while others changed to be more
compliant. I want to make sure you always see the mistake you
made cucky." I dared not say a word. I could tell Master didn't
want my opinion on anything right now. Master lifted the cup and
took another sip of the now cool tea, then placed it back on the tray.
Master sat quietly for a few minutes then said: "Call Mr Miller"
After a series of tones I hear Mr Miller say: "Yes Master?" Master
responds: "Mr Miller, have the bitch bring the brownie. I want the
brownie sitting on my cock at precisely 9 PM." Mr Miller replies:
"Yes Master." After a moment I hear the familiar beep of a closed
connection. I look at the time on my display and see it's 8:53 PM.
Another minute goes by before Master says: "Cucky, pull my cock out."
As I scoot forward and turn to face Master I start to place the tray
on the side table but realize it will not fit, so I look around for
a place to put it when Master says: "Just hold it, you've got two
hands." I balance the tray on my left hand, then reach for Masters
zipper with my right. I fumble with the zipper to get it pulled down.
I reach inside then decide to unhook the belt and button. After
fumbling around I finally have Masters cock out. He is already semi
hard but Master says: "Suck it till it's hard." I lean in and while
balancing the tray on my left hand I hold Masters cock with my right,
then lower to his cock and stake his semi hard cock in my mouth and
begin sucking. I can feel Masters cock slowly coming to full
hardness each time I lower onto his cock and suck. I focus on the
time and see it's now 8:56 PM. Masters hand on the back of my head
sets the pace as I suck. I hear footsteps approaching as Master
grabs a handful of my hair and lifts me off his cock with a popping
sound. Master guides me by my hair back to a kneeling position next
to his chair then letting go. I look up and see bitchmother and
whorescout holding hands and standing just in front of Masters chair.
Without saying a word I watch as bitchmother reaches into a clear
plastic purse and pull out a tube of Super Slickest, then squeeze
out a short line on the index finger of her right hand. I'm amazed
and check the time, and it's 8:58 PM. She bends over and while lifting
whorescouts transparent skirt she runs her finger between her
daughters small cunt lips, reaching inside her then back out.
She runs the finger to her ass and whorescout winces as her mother
inserted her finger into her rectum. Bitchmother then stood up, then
taking her daughter by the hand stepped forward saying to her daughter:
"Hop up." While holding her mothers hand for balance whorescout faced
Master and crawled onto his lap straddling him. Then whorescout using
her left hand lifted her short skirt and began to lower herself while
hovering over Masters erect cock. She held her mothers hand with her
right hand for balance while adjusting herself. Her mother reached
down and held Masters cock upright as her daughter searched till she
was sure Masters cock was directly at the entrance of her cunt then
waited. I check the time and saw it's 8:59:48 PM. I was mesmerized
watching the event as it unfolded. With my eyes glued to the union
of Master and whorescout I watched as the seconds passed,
:56 :57 :58 :59 and as the hour changed to 9:00 PM I watched as
whorescout lowered herself onto Masters cock. As he enters her I
could see her lips stretch around his cock and wondered how he could
possibly fit in her small hole. I heard a whimper and look up, her
face slightly contorted with discomfort and she is clinching her
mothers hand. Looking back at the union I watch as whorescout slowed,
stopped, lifted then lowers onto Master cock again. She continues
until Masters cock was mostly in her and begins to quiver. At that
moment Master lets out a moan and I see on his face how tight the
young girl must be. Whorecunt, still balanced by her mothers hand
begins to slowly bounce up and down on Masters hard cock. I hear
the girl moan and I see Masters cock glistening by not only the lube
but the young girls own juices. I can only guess Master has switched
her into lust mode for better lubrication. As the girl rides Masters
cock I hear him say: "Bitch, how many days have you been here." I hear
bitchmother say: "9 days Master." Whorescout continues slowly bouncing
up and down on Masters cock as he says: "Whore, how many times have
I fucked that tiny cunt of yours?" I hear her the soft trembling voice
of the young girl whimpering: "ff4r tttimes MmmmassterrR" Then Master
asks: "How many times have you been fucked since arriving here whore?"
Again her trembling lips answer: "8ttt ttttimess Mmmasssterrrr" I
quickly do the math and head count and decide all the men in the house
took a turn the same way they must have with cuntlette. That would be
8 if this is the 4th time for Master. Master broke my concentration
and asked her: "How many times have you been fucked in the ass?" and
whorescout replied: "thr3ee ttimess Mmmmassterr" I watch her lower
lip quiver as she answers Masters questions and simultaneously bouncing
up and down on his cock. Master smiled and closed his eyes and let her
ride him for the next 10 minutes. I could see the muscles in her thighs
and calves flexing and the ways my arms ached from holding the tray
I thought hers must be 10 times as tired and sore. Finally Master
reached up and grabbed whorescouts shoulders and pulled her down hard.
She squealed as his cock pushed against her cervix and began pulsing
and throbbing within her. I could see her biting down on her lower
lip fighting the urge to scream out and fight back. Even bitchmothers
eyes were locked closed with the girls grip. As Master spurting the
last few drops of cum in her he finally released the grip on her
shoulders. The girl slowly rocked from side to side and for a moment
I thought she would pass out. Master sat with his eyes closed for
several minutes listening to the girl catching her breath. As her
breathing slowed he opened his eyes then patted her left thigh.
Whorescout slowly eased herself up and I watched as her labia pulled
down over the oversized cock as it slowly slipped out of her
tight cunt. When she was free of the cock her mother helped her
to stand. From my kneeling position I could see strings of cum hanging
from her labia to the head of Masters cock. As the string broke it
swung down and stuck to her inner thigh. As her feet hit the floor
she collapsed to her knees then onto her hands and finally lied on
her side in the middle of the floor. I watched everything unfold,
then Master relaxed back in his chair. He looked up at bitchmother,
snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock as it began to soften.
Bitchmother knelt down between Masters legs and began licking up and
down his shaft like it was a popsicle. She concentrated on the base
where I could see an abundance of juices had gathered. Bitchmother
finished off by sucking Masters cock into her mouth till she was
confident he was clean. As she pulled off Masters cock she remained
close and waited. Master said: "Put it away." Bitchmother tucked
Masters cock back into his pants then button and zip him up. Master
reached for the almost empty cup, drank the remaining cold tea,
then put the cup back. He stood, stretched and started walking away
but halfway to the door said: "Cucky, come." I scurried to my feet
and followed Master out the door. I followed through a part of the
house I had not seen. We ended up going through a door and I
recognized Master and Mistress's bedroom. As I followed him across
the room I heard a noise and looked to see Mistress sitting at a
dressing table and to my surprise cuntlette stood behind her brushing
her hair. I almost spoke but caught myself and remained quiet. I
could see my sweet daughters face in the large mirror and we made
I contact. I was so happy to see her and wanted to speak with her.
I could see cuntlettes eyes through the mirror focusing on my new
titties but I ignored that. I just wanted to hug her and tell her
I'm glad she's safe. As Master stepped into the huge closet he
called me inside. I stepped in to see Master standing motionless
in the middle of the closet. I walked up knowing what he wanted and
began unbuttoning his shirt. As I unbuttoned the cuffs his shirt fell
off his shoulders. I caught it before it hit the floor and hung it
on a hook. I knelt and bent to the floor removing Masters shoes then
socks. Finally I pulled Masters pants to the floor where he stepped
out of them. As he stood still I reached and pulled Masters underwear
down and off. As he stepped out of them he walked to the bathroom. I
picked up his clothes and put them in a clothes hamper then felt
relieved when I heard the toilet flush. I could see Master walk past
the closet door and into the bedroom and I followed. I stood to the
side as Master walked to the window looking out. Mistress and cuntlette
stepped to the bed where I watched cuntlette remove Mistress's robe
leaving her naked. As Mistress got comfortable in bed Master walked
over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I watched from halfway
across the room as cuntlette removed her silk outfit, folding it
carefully and placing it neatly on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Master lay back then to his side facing Mistress. As they lie facing
each other I watched as cuntlette crawled up from the foot of the bed
and lay between them. Cuntlette rolled to her side facing Mistress,
then Master scooted up behind her, wrapped his arm over both cuntlette
and Mistress. The three lay curled up to each other peacefully as
Master says: "Good night cucky, go to bed." Without a word I made my
way out through the servants foyer carrying the tray.
I dropped the tray off at the kitchen and grabbed some water to
take to our room. The downstairs was quiet as I stepped inside our room.
I saw dickless was already asleep and cunts bed was empty. I went to the
bathroom and brushed my teeth, then took my clothes off and climbed
into bed. I quickly brought up Master Mohamed’s location and saw he was
in his room and more specifically awake in bed. I turned to my side facing
dickless who was 2 beds over. It felt so strange having my titties hang
down and lie stacked on the bed. I fell asleep quickly as it had been
a very long day.
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