Chapter 10

After I finished Lien’s oral orifice training by getting her to cum while deeply thrusting the dildo in and out of her throat, I went to Sex Slaves Online to check the Cuntpetal auction. Clive had set the Buy It Price at 1499 e-bucks for Cuntpetal which I could not afford at this time. That must be how much his gambling debt is. I saw that Mr. Crawford, an elderly neighbor, had opened the bidding. Since his wife died, he must be surviving by mostly fucking fast food slut-machines. Jack currently had the highest bid.

I could see in my mind’s eye Clive stepping out his home, the now puppygirl Cuntpetal being walked past him while she is being whipped on her cunt and slowly strangled by her choke collar. Clive seeing Helen, who used to be his wife, and was now just a bitch with at most a few tortured years left to live and he being unable to do anything about it.

“Lien, get your ass off that couch! We have work to do.” Lien, basking in the glow of several orgasms, was too slow getting up from the couch. I slap her hard across the face knocking her to the floor. “Stupid slut, I don’t need a lazy girl. Do you need to be a punching bag slut for a few days to get you properly motivated?”

“I’m motivated, Sir. All my orifices are ready to be fucked,” Lien said grovelling face down on all-fours with her ass arched upward for easy access to her rear fuckholes.

“Stop being an idiot, I would split you in half if I did that now. I need to sell a lot of useless crap by tomorrow and I need to get the best prices possible. Follow me.”

I started walking around the living room and Lien followed on her hands and knees. I said, “I want that crappy chair gone. Get rid of that ugly blanket on the sofa. Sell all that boring artwork on the walls: paintings, posters, prints, everything.” I walk and she crawls to the master bedroom closet. “Keep that pair of three-inch high heels. Sell the rest of the my cunt’s clothing. No, not all. Get a bag, put that slinky dress and the pair of black lacy panties and matching bra in it, and leave it on the top shelf.”

I opened the jewelry safe and took out the two rings, necklace, and bracelet. “Sell all of these.” At the entrance to the second bedroom, I stroke Lien’s hair and she lightly rubs her head against my leg in response. “Sell everything in this room: the bed, furnishings, everything down to the bare walls. If you find anything else of Cumtunnels’ in the house, sell it or throw it out.”

I return to my DiFotze computer and authorize Lien to speak my commands through her mouth for the sale of all the now worthless items. “Once you finish messaging the second hand stores and the jewelry brokers, come to my bed to sleep.”

Hours later, after sending all the messages with images and written descriptions to the various stores and brokers, Lien went to Tom’s bed. He was sound asleep on his back with a hard-on sticking straight up. Lien was not sure what to do. When she slept at Professor Frome’s apartment, she was commanded to give him a blowjob whenever he had a hard-on during the night.

Tonight, however, it was a different story. As Lien climbed into bed, Tom rolled over on his side facing away from her. She lifted the covers and saw that his penis had relaxed. Lien reached down to feel the cock and it stirred from her touch. Lien lightly stroked the foreskin back and forth over the cockhead as the shaft lengthened.

“Show me a hard-on,” Lien whispered while she played with his cock. “Get it up for me.” Tom sighed in his sleep and rolled over onto his back again. Lien pulled the covers away so she could get a better look at the swelling cockmeat between his legs. Tom’s prick was solid as a rock now.

“Got to suck it,” Lien panted with desire. She bent over his crotch, closing her lips around the knob of his cock. Then she started easing her mouth down the thick prick. She wouldn’t be happy until she was able to swallow the whole thing.

When Tom woke up his cock was getting deep-throated two-thirds of the way down to his balls. It took him a moment to realize that he was in bed with Lien. She sucked his prick harder than ever. He was ready to cum. His hips bucked, jamming his cock to Lien’s windpipe. She lightly squeezed his balls, trying to wring the cum right out of them.

There was a liquid surge, starting at the pit of Tom’s groin and gathering momentum through the shaft of his cock. The cum erupted somewhere down Lien’s throat, headed straight for her belly. She gulped as fast as his prick gushed and by the time it was over she had swallowed every drop of his cum.

“Mmmmmm, that was delicious,” Lien said.

Tom rolled over and went back to sleep.

When I woke in the morning, I was spooning Lien from behind with my hard cock squeezed between her thighs. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face me. I gripped her head between my hands and moved her face to my crotch. I then thrust my cock into her open mouth and started to slowly skull fuck her. While enjoying pulling her head slowly towards my crotch which forced my cock far down her throat and then pushing her head away until just my cockhead rested in her mouth with her licking the underside most skillfully, I started to think about last night.

There was something just not quite right about that blowjob Lien did to me when I was asleep. Before going to bed, I had not given her permission to perform any sexual activities, much less suck me off while sleeping. When Analjoy woke me with a blowjob, it was Dean Stansfield’s permission that allowed her to do so. According to the law, if a slavegirl initiated sex with any male without command she had to be disposed of. If a slut initiated sex without permission, I’m not sure what the ramifications were. I needed to talk to the university legal office about it.

After I came deep in Lien throat I got out of bed, pick her up under one arm, and took her into the shower with me. I put her down and said, “Kneel, head back, mouth open.” After she did as I said, I point the tip of my penis at her mouth, “Now drink.” I pissed into her mouth. She swallowed the urine as fast as she could, but it was not good enough. The piss went all over her face and down her chest as she tried to not drown in it. It was obvious that she had no natural ability nor training as a toilet. She didn’t even finish by kissing my cock.