Chapter 6

“Wow Babs, that boy took to this better than his father,” said Carter Pewterschmidt to his wife who lay next to him under the covers listening to the audio feed from Lois’ collar on the laptop between them.

“Yes, Darling, he really did. I really couldn’t be more pleased,” replied Barbara, “he needed no prompting at all, he just took the reins right up. I’m really proud of Chris all things considered.”

“We’ll have to overnight the boy his own kit, care of his mother, so he doesn’t have to raid her nightstand. Chris seems more likely than Peter to put that stuff to good use,” added Carter.

“We shouldn’t let on how much we know about what they’re doing though just in case. We don’t want any of it coming back to us.”

“Agreed, we should treat Chris’ room as a dead zone and never mention what goes on inside unless we have to. We shoudn’t give Lois any confirmation we’re watching what she does with her boy.”

“But we will watch them won’t we Dear, with the spyware we preinstalled on all the computers we’ve given them for Christmases and Birthdays. I think Chris put together a decent porno with that new gaming machine of his, don’t you agree? Though I do prefer the unedited footage.”

“What if she breaks the rules in there though? How do we punish Lois without her knowing we watch her when she is in Chris’ room?” asked Carter.

“We don’t. We’ll pretend we don’t notice, and she’ll never be sure if we did or not. We’ll let Chris be master of his own domain. He’s taking to it like a fish to water anyway, so I think it’s alright to delegate control where he’s concerned. The rules are mostly for Lois’ benefit and Peter’s to put them into the right frame of mind. Chris is already making up his own rules, and has even blackmailed his mother on his own. She’s double-blackmailed now,” said Barbara.

“But he could get Lois pregnant. We don’t want that do we? We don’t want tat to be our legacy do we?”

“No, of course not, but I believe Chris when he says he doesn’t want to get his mother pregnant. And I like his idea of making Lois pretend she wants him to impregnate her. Guilt and shame are good for Lois. They’ll help build the character we want our wayward daughter to have going forward.”

“But he’s only fifteen. How can you be so sure he’s mature enough to be trusted Babs?”

“Almost sixteen. We can’t be absolutely sure, Carter, but there’s nothing to be done about it. There’s no adventure without risk. Chris has his mother under his thumb by his own means now, so we couldn’t easily stop him from having his way with her if we wanted to. We’ll just let Chris play with her and won’t make Lois choose between us for now.

“But we’ll still have the ace because we have more information than Chris. We can steer things yet, but we don’t need total control. I think having Chris work on his mother in his own way will be a positive thing even if we didn’t expect him to take such an active role training her. We should embrace our good fortune at having such an apt grandson.”

“I’m with you Babs, but it seems a bit harsh, the way he treats her.”

“I bet he’ll mellow out. Lois needs to understand her place as her son’s cumdump. Chris seems to have decent natural instincts about how to educate her on that point. Peter on the other hand, has more room for improvement.

“Which reminds me Carter, I need to get ready for my date. I want to look my best.”

“It feels wrong,” said Carter.

“What does Dear?” asked Barbara.

“You going on a date with our son in law, with plans to seduce him into sex. I feel cucked.”

“Well that’s understandable since you are being cucked dear. I will come home with a belly full of Peter’s sperm if all goes well tonight. He’s been texting me constantly. He really needs an adult shoulder to cry on. He still needs help understanding his wife’s strange new behavior. It’s amazing how open he’s been with me. I think he understands I won’t judge him. I’ll be in a perfect position to nudge him and shape him.”

“I don’t know how you do it Barbara. There’s always been a bit of distance between Peter and I.”

“Well you never wanted him to marry Lois Carter. But Peter and I have a lot in common. I don’t think Peter holds a grudge, but he might suspect you do.”

“If I didn’t hold a grudge I don’t think I will be able to help holding one after he porks my wife. This is hard for me.”

“Think of it this way. You’ve already had the best of me. That’s yours always and forever. Your seed grew into every one of the fruits of my womb and now I’m an elderly woman. Peter won’t rob me from you. It’s your cancer that will rob me of you sometime this year if the doctors are right, and they are, since we’ve paid for the best. But thankfully, you’re still apparently healthy. That’s one of the benefits of having cancer discovered at stage 4 - you don’t need to bother with chemotherapy.

“Remember, Carter, it’s for the plan. To get our affairs in order. Think of the tax savings when I finally join you in the hereafter.”

“I hope that won’t be any time soon Barbara, my love.”

“Why? Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No, of course not, but you know what I mean,” said Carter.

“Peter’s going to be fucking your wife quite a bit from now on, so you’ll just have to keep in mind that you’re going to get to fuck his wife too. I think our daughter Lois is quite fetching. And it will be so naughty since she’s our daughter!”

“That’s another thing Barbara, I don’t know if I can do it, or if I want to do it.”

“Tell her how you feel after you cum inside her Carter. It will help her feel more guilty for raping her dear old Dad.

“We raised Lois to be a high class independent wealthy woman, but Lois went and had a family with Peter instead, to LARP as a peasant, which was honestly better than the coke and the creepy porn producers who bought it for her she was running with, so we were fortunate in that I suppose, even if she didn’t turn out just how we expected.

“But now it’s time for her to come back into the fold, this time and from now on as a blackmailed sex slave.

“Since she would never take your money this is the best gift we can hope to give our Lois. And she’ll have to accept this gift whether she wants it or not. I know our daughter be much happier this way - eventually. We’ll perfect her as you perfected me. When you found me you said I was a diamond in the rough. You cut and polished me to fine-ness setting me beside you as your Queen, for which I am forever grateful. Lois deserves to be perfected too - like any parent I want her to have life even better than I did, even if my life with you has been spectacular so far dear.”

“You’ve always been my Queen Barbara, and whether you know it or not, your background has, rather than being scandalous, helped smooth the way in the circles I’ve run in over the years. The world has changed greatly over my life, but here I am at the end, still on top, thanks in no small part to you my love,” said Carter.

“You took me under your wing and became my home Carter. I willingly let you mould me into what you wanted and needed me to be.

“Our willful daughter may have never taken to the life we wanted to give her, but it’s not fair to let that get in the way of passing that life on to her offspring who are our legacy after all as much as hers, while they are young enough to make the most of it.

“It does make sense Babs. I hope I can stay hard long enough to creampie our daughter when ‘the blackmailer’ does send her to rape her sleeping father.”

“And she won’t even know you had that vasectomy so many years ago. I hope she gets pregnant and thinks it could be yours. Don’t tell her! Let it be something to remember you by. She’ll know she absolutely deserves whatever happens to her then. That feeling of deserving it should help her accept victimhood as proper. We should give her that feeling wherever we can. Of course, she does deserve it. She’s our daughter who we both love after all so she deserves the very best. I would jealous of her if she wasn’t my daughter, but since she is I am happy for her instead.”

Barbara let that settle a bit, tasting how it felt, before adding, “No, I am jealous of her, and I don’t see a reason why I should suppress that feeling at all considering the mothering she’s making me do at my age...”

“Lois is getting older Barbara, she just seems young because we’re old. She probably won’t even get pregnant,” said Carter still concerned with his own feelings rather than his wife’s.

“Don’t be such a pessimist. She’s forty two. It could easily happen. She just had Stewie not long ago.”

“I don’t see how you’re going to pull getting Lois to ‘rape’ her father in his sleep off in a way that seems natural Barbara. It’s ok if you don’t, but I believe you will try, which makes me feel slightly less cucked, even if I’m not sure I want you to succeed.”

“Oh I’ll succeed. I already have some ideas. But one way or another Daddy’s giving Lois the D before he goes in the ground - many times if I have anything to say about it. Have faith in the woman you married Carter Pewterschmidt, have faith.”

Shoving her tits back into her bra, Lois descended the stairs.

Baked potatoes, washed, salted, skins sliced and baking.

Meatloaf made, in the pan, in the oven with the potatoes.

Frozen broccoli, microwaving. She’d reheat it one last time from room temperature just before serving.

She had it in her mind to go get Stewie while dinner cooked, but she wasn’t sure how long Bonnie would make her stay. It might seem rude to use dinner as an excuse to just grab Stewie and run.

Looking at the charge status screen on her phone she saw everything wanted juice. She would get Stewie after dinner. Bonnie had offered to keep Stewie overnight if need be. Lois didn’t want to leave him there that long, but the couch cushion beckoned to her. She had to milk herself too. If Chris found her sitting without her tits out being milked now, she’d be in trouble, and moreso because he just laid out that rule, making it defiance rather than forgetfulness.

Peter would walk in on her while she sat milking before dinner was ready. Lois could explain that she was milking more often and needed to have her tits out to do it, and that they would all have to get used to it.

If Peter didn’t like that, he might save her from Chris’ tits-out mandate. If Chris saw him arrive and countermand that directive without prompting it might stand, at least when Peter was home. Chris might still insist privately that his mother follow the no sitting rule, forcing Lois to stand stupidly like some housemaid whenever her husband was home unless he told her to sit. In some ways, that situation potentially more humiliating than sitting with her tits out ostensibly of her own accord.

Though Lois didn’t think Chris would challenge his father’s rule while he was home, she doubted Chris would have to. Peter probably wouldn’t mind his wife’s tits being out at home if nobody else did. He’d think it weird, but it wouldn’t be worth an argument. Lois knew she was no longer in a position to argue with her husband on any point anymore, but Peter didn’t seem to have realized it or taken it to heart yet. Would he?

With her buttplug and collar charging, and both her tits out, Lois milked herself in the living room waiting for the meal to cook and her husband to open the door. When her milk stopped flowing, she made the pump suckle gently as the charging cycle continued. Nobody was watching. Nobody would have known if there was any suction happening, even Chris if he were watching from the top of the stairs, but Lois squeezed the pump enough to keep the plastic nipples attached, pacing herself for the charging duration which she hoped would beat the timer on the oven to completion.

Peter sent Lois a text: “Don’t wait up honey, I’m going out to the Clam with some guys from work. See ya later,” punctuated with a heart emoji.

The oven beeped, shutting itself off automatically. It wouldn’t hurt the meatloaf to stay warm and the potatoes always seemed to take longer anyway even though she always started them first. Lois would try to wait until she was fully charged before serving dinner.

But Meg came thumping down the stairs.

“Smells like meatloaf Mom, I’m starving,”

“Yes Meg, it’s ready,” called Lois from the couch, “I was just finishing up milking, and then I was going to call you both down to eat. You’re father is doing something with the guys from work tonight so he told us not to wait for him.”

“Don’t worry Mom, I can put this together,” said Meg, furtively glancing at her mother’s exposed chest, “I haven’t seen you milking much before.”

“I want to do more of it, so I can’t bother going in my room all the time.”

“Hey, I don’t mind finishing up dinner while you finish milking,” offered Meg, staring at her mother’s chest.

The progress bar showed complete, but the damn wheel kept spinning. When fully charged. Lois’ buttplug would close back up to a much more comfortable shape. If only she could be allowed to remain charging until then.

“Sure Meg, it’s meatloaf and potatoes, broccoli is in the microwave. It’s cooked, it just needs a quick warming, thank you very much.”

Meg soon had a plate of food in her hand, tromping up the stairs to her room to eat.

“Chris, supper’s ready!” she said knocking on his door as she passed.

‘Shit,’ thought Lois, ‘the charge is still not done. I wanted to wait till then to tell him to come down.’

But Chris stayed upstairs, Lois’ charge cycle completed five minutes later, then she put her tits away, stowing the milk in her purse.

“Chris, Meg, I’m going over to Bonnie’s to pick up Stewie!” she yelled more loudly than she might have if she didn’t want to be sure Chris would hear.

Lois hoped her son would still allow her the space to do the normal things but wanted to give Chris an opportunity to object first so he wouldn’t find her missing and start mashing buttons.

She took the next few minutes of silence as assent, leaving quietly through the front door.

Joe Swanson opened the door when she rang the bell, surprising Lois who figured he’d be with Peter at the Clam. He’d mentioned ‘guys at work’. Must be another crew of Clammers.

“Take care of the rugrats Joe, I’m taking Lois downstairs into the game room,” ordered Bonnie, uncharacteristically flatly, “Follow me Lois.”

Lois followed her.

The Swansons’ finished basement held a pool table, a minibar, a large plush leather angled couch with coffee table, some decades obsolete but high quality stereo equipment, and a large TV hanging on the wall. There was also an oil furnace, but a wood stove with a glass door attached to the chimney on the other side of the space near the furniture could resemble a fireplace when lit. Pool sticks and a dart board hung on the wall, and on the other side of the room was a wardrobe with closed doors.

There was also a three by four foot waist high leather padded table in the middle of the room that wouldn’t have seemed important if it weren’t black and leather, and if Lois wasn’t aware of the Swanson’s sexual proclivities. The ‘altar’ seemed solidly built with padded leather panels extending to the floor. Beside it lay a tablecloth crumpled on the floor.

Despite the finished basement taking up the entire area of the Swanson’s house without interior walls except for a textured moveable partition separating the furnace and oil tank, the air seemed cozy and almost dead, devoid of echoes. The fluorescent green and yellow Pawtucket Patriot Ale sign behind the minibar, and the red and white Duff Beer on the opposite wall gave it the feeling of a night spot.

“Did you have fun Lois?” asked Bonnie.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” replied Lois.

“Peter was er summoning you to come home. I know that’s a shock collar Lois, I’m not stupid. I considered making Joe wear one but being crippled, he’s a better babysitter than a maid. Yours is quite ... solid...,” Bonnie grabbed the collar pulling Lois’ head closer so she could inspect it better.

“Wow Lois how did you even get this on? Or off?”

Lois allowed Bonnie to continue inspecting her collar the brunette never once asking permission to run her fingers between the inside of it and Lois’ neck, or to lift up Lois hair finding the loop of metal designed to attach a leash. Bonnie pulled on it wiggling it, trying to find out how it was attached.

“This thing is amazing Lois, how do you charge it?” asked Bonnie.

Lois answered, lifting the jewel, “Here,” it seeming the easiest thing to do with Bonnie’s hand still on her collar revealing the second leash loop and the USB-C charging port.

“Where do you put the key?”

“There’s no key,” said Lois.

“So you can’t get it off? But how did you get it on? Wait, are you saying it’s permanent? How?”

“It’s welded,” admitted Lois.

“Welded? Like forever?”

“Yes.”

“I’d want one like this for Joe, but not if it can’t be removed. He’s gotta work still. Maybe they have something like this for his dick though. The quality of this thing is something else, it must have been really expensive, but I guess that shouldn’t be a sticking point if you’re going to wear something forever. I wonder if they make a removable model of this shock collar. I’m actually jealous,” said Bonnie.

Stepping past Lois, Bonnie slipped her fingers behind Lois’ neck under the collar, forcefully dragging her friend backwards behind her while driving her knuckles into Lois’ vertebrae hard enough to ensure that Lois could make no sound other than choked gasps for air.

“Follow me, Lois,” ordered Bonnie.

The mistress of the house was surprisingly strong.

Reaching an end table at one end of the sofa, Bonnie bent down to open the drawer making Lois bend down backwards so awkwardly she lost her balance dropping to her knees.

Bonnie pulling out a short chain leash detached it from a black leather collar.

“This is Joe’s collar,” said Bonnie, letting the collar fall onto the sofa with a flick of her wrist.

“Down bitch,” ordered Bonnie, pushing her airless neighbor to all fours, Lois’ face turning red. Bonnie punished Lois for instinctively grabbing the collar by viciously twisting her wrist while kicking her arm away, “you’re my doggie now.”

Bonnie attached the leash to the back of Lois’ collar.

“If you know what’s good for you Lois, you’ll stay put and not say anything unless I ask you a question,” said Bonnie.

With that, holding the leash with one hand, while keeping the other on Lois’ collar for stability and to keep up the pressure on Lois’ airway, Bonnie sat down on Lois’ back.

Before Lois could process what was happening Lois’ girlfriend began to speak.

“The last time I felt like this was at a slumber party in high school. We wrestled, and the losers had to put up with hazing. Looks like you lost Lois. You lost the minute you wore that collar over here. I think you want to lose.

“That’s fine,” said Bonnie whose soft ass now warmed Lois’ back, her grip now loosening allowing Lois to breathe easier. Now Lois could speak intelligibly if she tried, but Bonnie continued, “Some girls, seemed to have always lost on purpose. I think they liked the hazing. A loser like you must wear that collar because you like the hazing too.”

“I’m not a lesbian,” gasped Lois, but she didn’t have time to consider if she was telling the truth. Although Lois had never been with a woman, she’d thought about girls that way a few times alone with her fingers, but never seriously. But Bonnie tightened her grip once more.

“Did I tell you to speak?” hissed Bonnie.

“No, I ju-”

“Shut the fuck up Lois, it doesn’t matter if you’re a lesbian or not, I’m going to seduce you anyway - that’s what this is Lois, I’m seducing you, not raping you. You can get away but you haven’t, and you won’t now. You not being a lesbian only makes it better - for both of us. Your collar announces something about you that runs much deeper than your sexual orientation. Now that I know that, you’re helpless to resist me.”

“I don’t want to be seduc-,” started Lois, but Bonnie cut off her air again.

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID SLUT!” yelled Bonnie, only letting up choking Lois when she found her composure.

Bonnie continued, “What you want isn’t important Lois’, you’re being hazed because I caught you wearing a shock collar. You deserve hazing for wearing a shock collar in public - and part of that hazing is me, a bisexual woman, seducing you. Now that I’ve got my leash on your collar you’ll stay put and it will happen whether you want it to or not. You’re my bitch who do whatever I say. You can’t help yourself anymore. I’ll make you like women - eventually.

Lois’ embarassment and social disorientation disarmed her. She was a deer in the headlights, Bonnie moved so fast, made so confident by what Lois’ collar signaled about her. It wasn’t fear of Bonnie or physical restraint that held Lois, but the weight of the other woman who sitting on Lois’ back feeling so wonderfully warm and ... plush.

“Say it Lois. Say you want to stay here and finish this conversation,” said Bonnie, barely tightening her grip.

“Alright Bonnie, I’ll stay,” said Lois.

“Good girl. You’re going to make an even better girlfriend than before.”

“But Peter!” exclaimed Lois.

THWACK Bonnie slapped Lois’ ass hard.

“Are you scared to cheat on him? Do you think he’ll zap your silly neck? He won’t suspect, and he doesn’t have to know. Unless you don’t do as your told. In that case I’ll go right over there and ask him if it is ok. I bet he’d agree to make you do whatever I want to you if I allow him to watch.

“It’s obvious who wears the pants at your house Lois,” said Bonnie gripping Lois’ collar, “if I went over there and asked Peter, he’d probably send you right back to me with orders to do everything I say. I could lay the charm on real thick. Do you think Peter would stay loyal to Joe as a friend when he could have two women who’ll do anything he wants?

“Do you think he would balk at queaning his submissive wifey with his hot neighbor? You wouldn’t do anything about it. You’d put up with it - that collar speaks volumes. We could make you watch. All that kind of thing is right up my alley Lois. I’d soon be his favorite, since you would be one wearing the collar not me I would make him favor me. He could always just have you anyway no matter what.

“I’m even tempted to just do it but I won’t unless you make me, not because it wouldn’t be fun but because I have all the power I need to make you obey just by threatening. I’ll just hold it over you like a piece of blackmail.

“Also by keeping us a secret I won’t have to let Peter know I cheat on Joe.

“But cheating on Joe with Peter would be different than Peter catching me cheating with some rando because it would be our secret. So don’t think cheating on Joe with Peter is a total showstopper. Bringing your husband in on this is no idle threat Lois, I would totally do it if you test me.

“Still I couldn’t tease Joe about that affair without letting him know that Peter knows I cheat so it wouldn’t be absolutely ideal either. I might have to break my rule then about being a serial cheater if I started a thing with Peter just so I could have something to tease Joe about. With Suzie, I don’t really have the time or energy to do three simultaneous affairs justice.

“And don’t think I’ve given you any leverage. If you tell all Joe’s friends he’s a cuck that doesn’t hurt me a bit. I’m only risking Joe’s reputation here, I don’t really give a fuck what Glen Peter and Cleveland think of me. I only allow Joe to keep his last shred of dignity because it’s mildly amusing. I don’t control him with it, I don’t need it, I fucking own him regardless.

THWACK “Does that hurt Lois?”

“Yes, it hurts!” Lois wasn’t expecting a spank.

“Didn’t fall asleep did you?”

“No Bonnie I was just listening.”

“Do you like pain?”

“No,” said Lois.

“Of course not, but I think you like me spanking you, at least on some level. You’re conflicted.”

Lois didn’t argue.

“I doubt you like being shocked either, but it’s worth being shocked to be made to do things you don’t like that turn out to really be things you do like huh? If you ever started to like the pain itself, you’d just need more of it for it to do it’s proper job, which might become dangerous for you. If I were you I’d try to avoid pain because someone like you absolutely needs pain from time to time. There’s no point in building tolerance. Just let it do its job and you’ll be fine,” said Bonnie.

“Sure Bonnie, that makes sense,” said Lois, wondering what job Bonnie would do on her using pain.

“Have you ever eaten pussy Lois?”

“No I haven’t. I told you I’m not a lesbian,” said Lois.

“Not even in porn? I thought you were in a porn. There’s usually some pussy eating going on in porn.”

“Not in the scenes I was in. I never went down on a woman. One went down on me, but I was so distracted by the dick someone was trying to shove down my throat, I don’t know if I would have liked it.

“Well you’re going to get a taste today. I’m going to get up and then I want you to lay back on that black table there, with your head sticking over the side, and I’ll straddle your face.”

Resigning herself to eating Bonnie’s pussy, Lois laid back over the padded leather ‘altar’ as soon as her girlfriend got off her back.

“I have restraints and there’s attachments on that table Lois. I won’t have to use them will I?”

“No Bonnie. I’ll eat you out.”

She wondered what it would be like. What would Bonnie taste like? What would she smell like, her soap, her perfume, her body. Would she taste just like Lois own fingers after a rub? If different, in what way? Lois’ head hung over the side, but her mouth was much higher than Bonnie’s crotch. Would Bonnie climb on top of her and ride her face? Lois didn’t think Bonnie’s feet would touch the ground then. What would her full weight do to Lois’ neck? How would Lois please Bonnie if she shoved her crotch into Lois’ mouth with such force? Maybe she would sit on Lois’ chest. How hard would it be to breathe?

But then Lois felt the table she lay on sinking down down retracting into the floor by some motorized mechanism. She’d seen adjustable tables advertised, was this one of those? Bonnie indeed held a remote.

Lois’ head lowered and lowered. She was at Bonnie’s crotch level then knee level before the table stopped. Bonnie pulled up her pink dress to just above her knees straddling Lois head, Bonnie’s eyes meeting Lois’ from high above. Bonnie lifted her dress above her bottom revealing her lack of underwear. Then with a touch, the table started to rise, Lois face inching ever closer to the dripping slit between the legs of the woman above her whose gaze locked onto Lois’ face savoring her reaction. She was afraid of what her mouth inexorably approached, the smell, not particularly strong for what it was but unmistakably what it was, Bonnie’s crotch planted itself wetly over Lois lips and she leaned forward to put her clit where Lois tongue would be as the table stopped.

“Make me cum Lois, I know you can do it,” ordered Bonnie.

Opening her mouth Lois began to feel orally for where her neighbor’s clitoris would be.

Bonnie let out a soft gasp, then Lois let out a muffled SQWAWKPHFF

Bonnie yelped a high pitch squeal jumping off Lois into the air about a foot landing beside her. Lois clutched the collar as another shock jolted through her.

“What the fuck Lois that fucking hurt!” yelled Bonnie. A small portion of the current somehow found its way into her pussy through Lois’ mouth.”

“I have to go Bonnie, I’m being shocked!”

“No shit Lois! You know what, this is unacceptable! I’m going over there right now and give Peter a piece of my mind. He shocked my fucking cunt!”

Bonnie pulled her dress down grabbing Lois’ leash dragging her behind her as she stormed up the stairs, out of the house and over to the Griffen’s house still dragging Lois behind her. Bonnie opened the door uninvited armed with Lois in tow as her entry pass, looking around.

“Where is Peter?” she demanded loudly of nobody. Lois might have known but Bonnie didn’t really expect an answer.