Chapter 11: A Delicate Symphony

As I emerged from the depths of slumber, I found myself in the gentle embrace of a tender touch, stirring sensations that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my being. Eyes closed, I surrendered to ecstasy, convinced it was Zoe’s gentle caress. Yet, the intrusion of fingers, probing first one, then two, into the rectum, shattered the illusion, grounding me in stark reality.

Eyes wide open, I faced the jarring truth: it was Fay. With a casual lift of her head, she posed a question that left me speechless and nonchalantly left me astonished. “Would you like me to continue and then bathe you before you settle comfortably above her face for breakfast like I did last night?” her words hung in the air, laden with implications that left me reeling.

Resuming her ministrations, she guided me ever closer to the brink of climax, time slipping away amidst waves of pleasure. Surrendering to the inevitable release, I momentarily lost myself in ecstasy.

Fay gently guided me to my feet, leading me to the awaiting bathtub she had prepared. Stepping into the inviting warmth, her hands worked my tired muscles as she cleansed me, a tender gesture amidst the intensity of the morning’s revelations. With meticulous care, drain the water and dry me with several small soft towels.

As the last towel fell, her question pierced the air, startling in its casualness. “Madam, would you like to push that dildo down her throat or just sit on her face while I eat?” Her words left me grappling with the surreal nature of the situation, questions from the previous night resurfacing.

Contemplating my response, I felt the weight of her expectant gaze. Though I longed to opt for choice, the gravity of the situation compelled me to comply. “Like last night,” I replied, resigned to continuing what happened last night.

Led down the hall to a room adorned with an array of strap-ons, I watched apprehensively as Fay selected one, its size nearly overwhelming. Strapping it around my waist, she silenced my protests with a gentle touch, guiding me to the table where Tim, Zoe, and Louis awaited.

Seated at the table edge on a couch bench, Fay positioned her head under the table’s edge and her body on the couch bench. Tension gripped my body as I realized the task before me, tasked with navigating the delicate balance of pleasure, and that I was going to be thrusting that thing in her mouth again.

Louis mentioned the significance of telling me about that monster throat stretcher since Cassie’s untiring suicide. I stood at the edge of the bench, “Zoe, to show you two how this works and help me get comfortable to eat on her comfortable face seat,” Louis said. It stunted me how detached she was in describing her daughter as nothing more than a warm place to place my vulva and bare ass.

Before I could voice my apprehension, Zoe watched Tim and Louis lift me and guide that monster down Fay’s throat. Down and feel her face around the straps on my skin. While I attempted to pull up, Tim stopped by telling me not to lift it out, designed to allow her to breathe freely. He handed me a remote and asked Zoe to help him remove the harness straps.

He then told me he would be reaching down and unclipping the harness from the dildo. As he tossed it down, Louis said, “Tim, Please put that harness back in the room. Sure, I would like to spend the morning bringing myself off on that dildo as I eat and talk about title transfer paperwork.”

Once I saw Tim leave the room, the stretcher was something Cassie purchased during her first weekend at college, and she couldn’t wait to try it out on her former doll. Cassie would be proud to meet me as the new owner of her living doll. I finally spoke up as I slipped in a piece of bacon and placed my other hand on the face of Fat below me.

“Last night and this morning have been surreal from the minute into the dinner last night. I was unsure what to think about the face below me being your daughter and Tim’s sister. I didn’t know how to respond when you commented about her belonging to me, as if she was nothing more than an object to be sold and traded.”

As the room descended into silence, my head was all over the place as I finished eating. I repeatedly looked down at Fay’s eyes while not moving my hips much on the dildo. When I felt warm arms reach behind me with a small peck on my neck, I felt Zoe’s arms reach behind me.

She whispered as I watched Tim and Louis leave the apartment without answering my question. “Allow her to guide that dildo inside and enjoy,” looking down at the doll and seeing some sparkle in her eyes. Believing what was real, I closed my eyes as Zoe began speaking into my ears.

In a soothing voice, Louis will hold and care for my doll here until after graduation or whenever I have a place off campus. The last thing Cassie told her brother before it was unsafe to be on the pool deck. The authorities decided to recover the bodies after the glue seal cooled down and it was safe again to enter. To program her doll to recognize the dildo she loved the most as the key to her new ownership.