Chapter 7

Ever since that fateful day when Daddy gave Dwain permission to court Penny, Penny had been in a state of torturous sexual submissive bliss.

Dwain came by almost every day, taking Penny out for fucks on the town, or back to his place for a deep railing to ensure that her holes remained appropriately sore. At the same time, Dwain tutored Penny on sex theory and sex history with the same seriousness and diligence that he used to pound her holes. Thanks to his help, Penny would be graduating with impeccable grades!

Which was why it was so important to Penny that he be there for her graduation.

“Penny Wolfe!” The master of ceremony announced with a big smile. Penny walked up the steps in her high heels and crossed the stage as her classmates and her father cheered. Most of her lewd teen body was obscured by the long graduation robes, one of the very few modest garments that young unattached sluts were allowed to wear.

Penny had taken the time to get all dolled up for her graduation ceremony, putting on some light make up and her favourite dick shaped earrings. Dwain had even come over early to give her a cumstache, rubbing his semen onto her upper lip so that it would dry into a crusty mess on her face. It was one of the best accessories a girl could wear!

She had been so touched that Dwain would allow her to wear his cum to her ceremony and Daddy had been so proud of her that he had insisted on taking many photos of Dwain fucking her in their living room that morning.

The principal congratulated Penny and presented her with her high school diploma. Then, with great ceremony, he unbuttoned Penny’s graduation robes and helped her out of them, tossing them to the ground. The moment the garment left Penny’s body, she could feel Dwain’s hungry gaze on her.

High school graduation ceremonies for Year 12 (and sometimes Year 13 girls) were extra special because it doubled as their debut into sexual society. It signaled to any single man that she was available for the piercing!

Penny flushed pink, noticing that quite a few people were leering at her naked body. She waved at Dwain with a shy smile, then at her Daddy and Aubrie who were both sitting beside Dwain. She walked down the stage with nothing more than her thigh high stockings, her heels, anal name plug, and her diploma. The cool air made her nipples harden into stiff peaks, inviting all who saw to pinch and tease them.

Penny sank down onto her dildo chair with a soft happy sigh, enjoying the way it split her cunt wide open and nudge up against her anal plug.

She was done! Year 12 was finally over and she was now a certified teen slut!

Dwain looked back over his chair at her, giving her that little nod of approval that she came to love and crave.

“Tonight,” he mouthed at her, a promise of fucks to come.

Penny couldn’t wait.

“Penny! Dwain’s here!”

“I’m coming!” Penny yelled in reply, her heart thumping in excitement.

Dwain said that he was taking her out to celebrate her graduation tonight, which was why Penny was wearing her favourite pastel pink slip dress, some opal earrings, and a white collar. The sheer gauze of the dress did nothing to hide Penny’s pert tits or her sopping cunt when she came down the stairs.

Dwain nodded in approval when he saw her. Penny dropped to her knees, greeted him like a slave should — by kissing his crotch. She had seen Aubrie do it to her daddy several times and it made her father very happy so Penny wanted to do it for Dwain. She kissed Dwain over his trousers eagerly, rubbing her face into the juncture of his crotch as enthusiastically as she could to show how excited she was.

Daddy was watching from the living room, nodding in approval at Penny’s whorish behaviour. Aubrie was kneeling between his legs, her throat working on Daddy’s cock like most nights they spent together.

Penny was thankful that Aubrie was around because she was worried that her father would be lonely after she got married. With the well-mannered, obedient, and very beautiful Aubrie around, Penny knew that Daddy’s cock would always have a dutiful cocksleeve on hand, ready to receive his gifts and thank him for the honour.

Dwain’s lips curled when he pulled Penny up from her kneeling position and kneaded her tits through her dress. The rough treatment made Penny moan softly. She loved when he manhandled her! It made her feel very small and helpless, like she was only a vessel for his pleasure, which she was!

“Don’t wait up tonight, Mr Wolfe, I plan on fucking your slutwhore daughter through the night,” Dwain called out to Penny’s dad. The dark look in his eyes promised Penny a night of painal pleasure and sexual submission. It sent shivers down her spine!

“Perfect, I plan to rape your sister all night long too!” Daddy said to Dwain with a big grin. He thrust into Aubrie’s throat and made the woman moan softly.

Evidently, the two young women were in for a long night of arduous dick servitude. Penny couldn’t wait.

Dwain waved goodbye to Penny’s father and then led her out of the house. Like a gentleman, Dwain helped Penny into his car and got her settled on the hole pounding vibrators in the passenger seat.

SLERP SLORP.

Penny’s cunt made lewd squelching sounds as she tried to settle down properly. She loved going on dates with Dwain. He liked to take her to new places, give her new experiences. Her pussy was always horny, eager to see what Dwain would do to her next.

“Where are we going, sir?” she asked him.

Dwain shook his head, squeezing Penny’s thigh.

“Don’t worry your slutty head about it. Just focus on not cumming.”

Penny’s pussy tingled at that.

Before she could ask another question, Dwain had started the car and backed out of the driveway. Penny’s thoughts were immediately scrambled, pounded out of her brain when the fuck dildos began to move and drill her young holes.

“Oh oh oh!” Penny whimpered. Dwain had probably changed the settings, she didn’t recall the fuck-drive machines being so fast or powerful!

“Remember, no cumming!” Dwain warned her again. Penny nodded and bit her lip. For him, she would deny herself pleasure. She had to because Dwain was training her to be his dutiful slave wife!

By the time Dwain pulled up and parked, there were no thoughts left in Penny’s head. She was shivering and sweating all over from the effort of not cumming. Her dress was sticking to her clammy skin, showing off every single contour of her young lewd body. The drive had taken all of an hour, an hour of non-stop thrusting from the machine. There was slick pooling on the car seat, proof of how horny Penny had gotten.

“Good,” Dwain said simply when the hole pounders finally ground to a halt. There was quiet pride in that single word. He was proud of how well Penny had done, how she had showed great discipline by denying herself pleasure because he had commanded it.

He got out of the driver’s seat and helped Penny off the seat. Penny sighed with relief when her sore cunt and asshole were vacated. Someone catcalled her, shouting ‘NICE TITS’ as they passed. Penny flushed and lowered her gaze, but Dwain grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

“They’re right,” he murmured softly, his eyes raking up and down her form. Penny’s nipples had hardened from her arousal and they were poking through the sheer fabric. Dwain grabbed them and twisted, delighting in Penny’s pained moans.

“I love your tits,” he told her in such a matter of a fact way that Penny blushed, feeling shy.

Dwain offered his arm to Penny and she took it, finally looking up at the sign in front of the restaurant.

“The Flowering Rose!” she exclaimed in surprise.

It was an expensive sextaurant where men could enjoy delicious meals while their sluts suffered on fuckmachines. The food was said to be scrumptious but Penny never dreamed that she would set foot in it.

Dwain didn’t let her dally for long, guiding her into the building.

Right off the bat, the sound of soft instrumental music and low conversation filled Penny’s ears, punctuated by the moaning and whimpering of women being drilled. A shiver went down Penny’s spine again. She had only ever seen pictures of the sextaurant on their official website where they touted their fuckchairs as the best in the industry, the perfect way for a slave wife to suffer in society while their husbands talked business.

“Table for two under Dwain Gary?” Dwain gave the hostess their name.

The hostess was a tall Indian girl who had very prominent large rings in her puffy nipples. Her outfit consisted of a lovely white tit strap that went around the back of her dress and a nice underbust corset that kept her boobs perked up. Her skirt was only a band around her hips, leaving her cunt lips and the bottoms of her asscheeks exposed so that everyone could see that there were two plugs nestled in her holes.

Penny felt a flash of arousal pass through her at the thought of Dwain asking her to wear similar outfits.

The hostess gave Dwain a beautiful smile and then led them to a table that was a little more out of the way. As they walked, they passed a large long table with four couples. The men were all fully dressed, laughing and chatting while they dug into their meals. The women were all on fuckchairs, each of them moaning and whimpering as the machines in their seats pummeled their holes.

In fact, all around Penny were women on fuckchairs. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. Even though she had literally attended a year of sexual submission school where she had sat on a fuck machine every single day, this felt different.

It took a moment for Penny to realize why. Unlike the constant whirring or churning sounds of the machines she was used to, all the ones in the sextaurant were nearly silent. It allowed people to focus entirely on the sound of women suffering sexually.

“Hop on up,” the Indian hostess said politely, gesturing to the fuckchair at the table.

The chair designed more like a stool and was covered with a layer of what looked like soft leather and had girthy dildoes protruding from the center. Penny gingerly moved into place and then lowered herself onto the twin rods.

It was nothing like the ones in school or the ones at the smaller cafes that Daddy took her to. Even the material of the silicone felt different, velvety but with hard steel underneath. Penny gasped when both cunt and ass were breached at the same time and the stiff rods dug deep into her vulnerable body.

The stretch of both holes was simultaneously exciting and also calming. Exciting because this was the first time Penny was out alone with Dwain in such an upscale sextaurant, calming because the familiar sensation of being filled assured her that she was here to serve as Dwain’s entertainment and sexual relief.