Chapter 6

“Mnngh mnngh mnngh!!”

The sweet muffled moans of a young woman filled the cool air, coupled with the slap of skin on skin, a lewd morning song for anyone who was in the park.

Ethan slammed his hips forwards roughly, loving the way his cock was stretching the tight shithole of his date. He looked down at her, enjoying the fuck-addled expression on her face and relishing the fact that it was his cock that was making her feel this way.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and he had asked Aubrie to pack them a picnic breakfast for the park. Sweet Aubrie had agreed immediately and exceeded his expectations by not only packing a selection of delicious sandwiches and coffee for him, but also her piss bowl and some cold cum dip from the fridge.

Ethan had enjoyed a leisurely morning on a checkered blanket under a tree, watching Aubrie dip sandwiches into a little container of cum then lapping his piss out of her bowl like a bitch. By the end of breakfast, he was very very hard and of course, it was only proper for Aubrie to help him solve his problem.

Which was why he decided to make use of some of the park’s fuck equipment.

Public fuck equipment had started becoming more common a decade ago. The government ran a study and saw that public sex related injuries were usually a product of misuse of public property. They provided sex furniture in a few public areas and toilets and immediately saw a decrease in public fucking tragedies. Ethan hadn’t had any reason to use them before. He kept Penny’s education at home, sticking to mixers if he needed a quick fuck to clear his pipes.

Now though, he saw their beauty and their purpose.

This particular setup was a standard fuck table made out of concrete. The table was just a simple rectangle tilted at a 45 degree angle with a set of adjustable cuffs hanging from the top and the bottom. Aubrie’s ankles were spread and cuffed to the top of the table and her wrists to the bottom, forcing her young body into a bent position with her defenseless holes facing out.

Ethan thought she looked absolutely delectable. Her red hair had been pulled into two neat plaits earlier in the day, but now, the curls were falling out of the plaits. Aubrie’s face was red from Ethan’s earlier dickslapping followed by several rough backhands. After a nice long deepthroating session, he put her on the table, pulled out her anal plug, and then fucked her shitter.

“Mnngh mmmnghhh mnghr!” Aubrie moaned around her plug. Ethan could see her tongue swirling around the metal toy, cleaning and sucking it for later use. Even though her mouth was stuffed, he could easily make out the words she was trying to say.

And those words were once again, ‘Thank you sir!’

It was something of a mantra to her, Ethan realized. Aubrie whispered them reverently each time, her mind fully committed to submission and accepting that everything Ethan did to her was for her own good, a gift to be cherished.

Ethan slammed his hips forwards, leaning over her to use his weight in pounding her exposed turdcutter.

The orifice was a bright red, puffy from all the friction and the abuse it was taking. Ethan grinned at the sight of Aubrie’s large rings flopping up and down. The almost industrial look of the steel D-ring on her clit contrasted so sharply with her sweet and loving personality.

“Does it hurt?” Ethan demanded as he forced his meatrod deep into Aubrie’s chafed anus. He grabbed the plug in her mouth and pulled it out for a moment to hear her reply.

A tear slid from Aubrie’s hazel eyes but she smiled up at him happily and nodded.

“Yes sir, thank you sir! Thank you for fucking my ass! Thank you for the morning painal!” she gasped out.

“You’re welcome, slut! You need to be reminded of your place as a lowly slave, don’t you?”

“Yes sir! I’m a slave! I’m a cock-loving whore who needs to be put in her place! Thank you sir for reminding me that I’m a stupid slave!” Aubrie said breathlessly, pushing her hips upwards to meet every one of Ethan’s powerful thrusts.

Ethan slowed his hips at those words. He frowned.

“Did I say you’re a stupid slave?” he asked.

Aubrie’s sex-addled expression turned confused.

“No ... no sir?” She looked surprised, as if no one had ever asked her that question before.

“Who said you’re stupid?” Ethan’s frown deepened.

“My ... my ex-husband...” Aubrie said, her tone going quiet. She stopped moving her hips, but her hole was still pulsing, still clenching around Ethan’s cock. “He always said that I was too stupid to know what’s good for me.”

Ethan shook his head, slowly pushing in balls deep.

“You may be a slut, a slave, but you’re not stupid. Stupid sluts don’t know their manners and I’d say you’re one of the most well-mannered slaves I’ve ever met!” Ethan told her, punctuating his words with powerful, slow, deep strokes into Aubrie’s bowels.

“In fact, I’d say you’re a good girl,” Ethan added.

He watched as Aubrie’s eyes went glassy with unshed tears. Her ex-husband probably never said that to her if this was how much it affected her.

“Really, sir?” she asked, gasping as Ethan plunged his cock into her shithole again.

“Yes, a good girl who packed a nutritious breakfast for her master and herself, a good girl who deepthroated like a champ, and a very good girl who thanked her master for the morning painal.”

Ethan slipped his fingers into Aubrie’s empty pussy and curled them upwards, stroking her insides expertly. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she moaned long and loud.

“Thaaaank you siiiiir!” she managed to get out. The tears that she had been holding back now leaked out. Ethan couldn’t resist licking them off her cheeks and pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head.

Satisfied that he had made his point, Ethan resumed his punishing pace, intent on pounding all remaining thoughts out of Aubrie’s red little head.

He stroked her cunt walls with his fingers, rubbing the spongy wall at the front. Aubrie went cross-eyed, looking at where he was frigging her vulnerable pussy.

Ethan wanted to test how well she resisted her orgasms. A good slave wife would never dream of cumming without permission.

Aubrie’s chest was heaving, her lips quivering with the effort of holding back her pleasure. Tears and sweat poured down her face as she tried to breathe through the bliss of having her shithole wrecked and her cunt teased.

“Ooo ooooohh ohhngh thaaaaaank you siiiir!” Aubrie moaned, her hips trembling violently. Her body wanted desperately to cum, to cross that peak of pleasure and fall into a chasm of orgasmic bliss. But her mind refused vehemently. She knew that as a slave wife, it was her duty to serve cock and a huge part of cock servitude was understanding that her pleasure was secondary. Any gratification she received over the course of her subjugation was a gift and much more than she deserved!

“Your cunt is clenching so tight, are you going to cum?” Ethan growled.

Aubrie shook her head frantically.

“No sir!” she whimpered, “I won’t sir, not unless it pleases you!” she said breathlessly.

Ethan yanked on her clitring with his free hand, making Aubrie all but scream in pain.

“And if I want you to cum like this?” he demanded, jerking on the steel implement.

Aubrie’s mouth was opening and closing, her brain unable to process how her cunt was in so much pleasure and her clit was experiencing such terrible pain.

“I ... I will sir!” she managed to say, “I’ll cum anyway master wants!!” Aubrie panted out earnestly even as her eyes began to roll up into her head. Even though she had several years of servitude under her belt, she was still quite young and hadn’t experienced all the ways that pleasure could be wrung from her body, willing or otherwise!

Ethan grinned to himself.

“Tell me, slut. When’s the last time you came?” he growled.

It took a moment for Aubrie to focus, the pain and pleasure making it difficult for her to think.

She bit her lip and looked up at Ethan from under her lashes.

“4 years ago,” she managed to gasp out.

Ethan’s hips stopped of their own accord for the second time that day.

“You’ve been cum-free for 4 years?” he asked, flabbergasted. His cock twitched hard in Aubrie’s ass. A woman’s pleasure was the sole responsibility of her husband. He decided when she would experience bliss and when she would be in agony. Ethan considered himself a traditionalist when it came to a wife’s orgasms. Mainly that they were to be given sparingly to keep her in a constant state of arousal and horniness. A wife’s desperation and frustration was part of her submission and how she showed her respect for her husband. Even then, he had never even considered the possibility of permanent denial. Health officials encouraged cum-control for women, but not outright permanent denial.

“Yes, sir. My ex-husband trained me not to cum,” Aubrie said guilelessly.

“And you’ve never once cum since then?” Ethan asked to confirm.

Aubrie quickly shook her head.

“No sir! I’d never disobey my husband on such important matters!” she protested.

Ethan didn’t think it possible, but his cock got harder. The fact that Aubrie had gone four entire years without ever crossing that peak of pleasure, was a testament to her submissive discipline and dedication. He started to thrust slowly as he processed that little tidbit of information.

It had always been a secret fantasy of Ethan, a woman so subservient, so disciplined, that she would willingly give up all her pleasure for him. There wasn’t a consensus on whether this was good for a slave wife or not, but most men liked to see their wives cumming themselves stupid so it was usually a moot point. Still, there was a group of people who proclaimed the benefits of cum-denial for women. There were devices that could be implanted in the pussy or the ass to help slave trainees control their orgasms. Those same devices could be used to ensure that a woman would never cum again. Certainly, Ethan knew one or two couples who were wholly into the cum-denial and edging, but never had he known a woman who had gone literal years without it!

Ethan was seeing Aubrie in a whole new light now. Her dedication was quite moving.

He never thought it possible, but he was really falling for her fast and deep!

With that in mind, he pumped his cock deep into Aubrie’s shitter and blasted her rectal walls with his jizz.

“Fuck yes!” Ethan growled and unloaded his balls into her bottom. She moaned softly, eyes closing as her ordeal came to an end.

They remained in that position for some time before Ethan finally disengaged his dick and started letting Aubrie out of her restraints. He helped her down from the fuck table and massaged her wrists and ankles.

Aubrie gracefully sank to her knees on the grass and began to clean his ass-juice covered cock.

“Thank you sir,” Aubrie whispered again when she was done.

“Good girl,” Ethan said in response, stroking her messy hair. He pulled her to her feet and hugged her naked body, enjoying the feeling of her bare tits through his shirt.

She was the one, he was sure of it, and Ethan was going to do everything in his power to make sure Aubrie became his second wife.

“C’mon, I’m taking you home.”

🙟 🙞 ○ 🙜 🙝

Penny swung her little purse and hummed to herself as she strolled down the street.

Daddy had been going out a lot lately, being all secretive about it. Well, Penny thought it was silly to pretend that he hadn’t met a young woman that he really liked. The happy glow he got whenever he came home was proof enough!

While Penny was pretty happy that her father was going out and meeting women again, she couldn’t help but feel a little neglected. Her holes weren’t as sore as they used to be when Daddy had all the time to focus his cock-drilling efforts on them.

Which was why she was on her way to her father’s friend’s house.

Brody Gonzales had two sons, Kyle and Warner. Kyle, only a year older than Penny, was still living at home. He hadn’t wanted to go to university just yet. Warner was already studying some fancy engineering course somewhere else. He was in his 3rd year already, but since the campus was only in the next town, the older male made frequent trips back home.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, Daddy was out on a date, and Penny was on her way to see if she could coax Kyle into using her anus for a bit. If he wasn’t available, Nyomi said she would be dildoing on cam until the afternoon. Maybe Penny could go over and practice their muffing for their Lesbian practical. Apparently, a double-headed dildo deepthroat kiss was worth a lot of points!

Maybe she could even convince Nyomi to go to the new shop in town. It was a bubble tea store with cumflavourings. Daddy had started saving his cum for Penny in the fridge and adding it to her food at home. It was supposed to help her get used to the taste. He had started adding piss to her drinks as well. Penny found the taste and the smell of urine and cum disgusting. But it was the good kind of disgusting. It was the kind of disgusting that made her stomach turn, but also the kind that would fill her with that humiliation she craved so much. The adrenaline that came from being degraded made her pussy drip every single time. Just normal girly things, really!

“Excuse me, miss!”

Penny turned to look at the source of the voice.

A sleek grey sedan had rolled up next to her and rolled down the window. A dark skinned man wearing a pair of sunglasses leaned out of it and motioned to Penny.

She moved closer quickly, having been taught to obey commands from men without question.

“Do you know where’s the Domestic Affairs Bureau?”

The familiar voice was dark and smooth, sending a tingle right to Penny’s unruly cunt. The man pulled his sunglasses off and Penny gasped.

Those blue eyes, the short dark hair and the aura of confidence, it was the man from the mixer, Dwain Gary!

Penny boggled at him for a moment. She never thought that she’d meet him ever again.

“Mr Gary, sir!” she said in surprise.

He frowned at her.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

Penny blushed. He probably fucked loads of girls in his free time. He probably wouldn’t remember her at all.

“You taught me how to take a throatpiss and a throatpie at a mixer,” she hedged.

There was a brief moment of silence before understanding dawned on his face.

“Miss Penny Wolfe! You looked good with a white dragon,” he said at last, looking her up and down with approval. He stuck his arm out of the car, palm facing outwards.

Penny obliged by putting her right tit into his palm and letting him have a good squeeze.

She moaned softly, then bit her lip so as not to draw attention.

“The Domestic Affairs Bureau is on Poplar Avenue,” Penny managed to say.

“Mmmm,” Dwain said, dismissing her words outright, “There will be time for that later. Right now, you’re coming with me.”

As if bespelled, Penny’s legs took her to the passenger seat where she sat her ass and cunt down onto twin dildos.

This, at least, was familiar. Penny buckled her seatbelt and then gasped as the car began to move. Unlike her father’s car where the dildos were stationary and only the movement of the car made them vibrate and move inside Penny’s body, the ones in this car were apparently attached to the motor because they began to thrust into Penny’s teen holes!

“Oooognh!” Penny moaned softly as the car sped away. The dildos pumped into her roughly, stretching out her shithole and her pussy with each inward stroke.

Dwain reached over and slapped her tits roughly, adding to her pain and pleasure. He reached down to pinch her clit, twisting it this way and that to make Penny squeal.

Penny was so distracted by the pumping dildos and her clit torture that she barely registered when they pulled into a driveway.

“Out, get over here.” Dwain ordered.

Penny could not disobey, not when he was using that tone of voice! She found herself standing weakly, pulling herself up and off the dildos using the frame of the car. She tottered over to the door on unsteady legs to where Dwain stood.

Dwain slapped her hard, leaving a red mark on her cheek. Penny yelped, more from surprise than from the pain. She cradled her face and gave him a confused look.

“When a man gives a command, you should always respond with a quick ‘Yes sir’. Do you understand?” he said in an even tone.

Penny nodded.

“Yes sir.”

Dwain slapped her other cheek. Penny squeaked again.

“As a slave trainee, you should be grateful to receive any form of instruction from a man. Do you understand?”

It took Penny a moment, but she quickly realized that she hadn’t thanked him for his earlier slap and corrections.

“Yes sir! Thank you sir! Thank you for slapping this slave and reminding this slave to be grateful and well-mannered!” She said immediately.

Dwain gave her a single nod, looking pleased at how well she took instruction.

He unlocked the door and grabbed Penny by the back of her neck, pushing her inside roughly.

“No clothes past the foyer,” he said.

Penny quickly pulled off her baby tee and her skirt, toeing off her sandals and leaving her purse at the side of the hallway. Dwain shut the door and it clicked with an ominous sort of finality.

This was it. This was the first time Penny was alone with a man in his own house, about to have her holes pummeled in a largely unsupervised setting. Her heart beat fast in her chest. At the mixer, everyone was fucking everyone and people knew to keep an eye on the girls who were offering their holes up to the adult men. But here, it was just Penny and Dwain. Her father didn’t know where she was. Her friends didn’t know where she was. Even Penny herself wasn’t exactly sure where she was! Her holes had been too horny for her to notice any special details of their journey over.

Dwan was taller, stronger than her. He could do anything he wanted to Penny and she would be powerless to stop him. He could humiliate and degrade and abuse her repeatedly until her teen body gave out. The fear and anticipation made her shiver and her pussy gush.

“On your knees,” Dwain ordered.

“Yes, sir!” Penny dropped down to the floor immediately, putting her hands behind her back and opening her mouth wide.

Within seconds, his cock was down her throat.

Dwain didn’t give her time to acclimatize to the oral invasion. He grabbed the back of her head and began to hump her face roughly, intent on using her mouth for his own gratification.

Penny felt a little dizzy as her head was jerked back and forth without a care. But all her deepthroat training paid off because her body had learned its purpose. Her mouth applied suction and her throat flexed. Her tongue curled and teased and lapped. All these things had become almost reflexive to her. Eventually, they would all become second nature, as easy and natural as breathing.

GURK HORK GERK BLRGH HORK GURK.

The sloppy sounds of a cock plunging into a wet mouth filled Penny’s ears. She looked up at Dwain but he wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were closed, evidently enjoying the feeling of a teen throat massaging his dick.

“Down, slut,” Dwain growled, then jammed Penny’s head all the way down.

Ah, was that the command? Penny would have to remember that for the future.

He ripped her off, slapped her hard twice, and then jammed her back onto his cock again, repeating the words ‘Down, slut!’ to her.

He repeated his actions several more times until finally, after he pulled Penny’s mouth off his dick, he released her head and said ‘Down, slut!’.

Penny knew what to do. She slammed her own throat back onto that meaty, girthy sized rod, the one that seemed to fit so well in her mouth. She made sure her lips were sealed around the base, and sucked as hard as she could. She fucked her face onto his dick, eager to prove that she was a teachable slut, a girl who could learn quickly.

Dwain yanked her off again, backhanded her, then gave her the same command.

Back on she went without a second’s hesitation, shoving her face forwards so hard that her nose hit his pubic bone with a soft ‘thwap’.

“Hold,” Dwain ordered.

Penny obeyed, keeping her nose to his skin and her chin to his balls.

“Facefuck,” was the next order.

This wasn’t hard to figure out, but Penny had a bit of trouble getting started. Her balance wasn’t very great so she had to wiggle around a little in order to find the perfect position. She started slow at first, pulling almost all the way off, and then pushing herself all the way down. Up, down. Up, down. Then faster, and faster, and faster until she had a decent speed going.

“You’ll need to be faster than that,” Dwain said severely. He shook his head.

Penny pulled her head off for a moment.

“Will you train me, sir?” she asked earnestly, not waiting for an answer before continuing to fuck her face onto his dick.