Alternative Plot Two

A thousand conflicting thoughts and emotions whirled through my mind. My whole life was turned topsy turvy. By the time I got tp the cabin, I had calmed somewhat. I met Bill at the car. He said, "Honey, are you all right? You look like you've been crying."

I said, "I have been. Helen had me beaten with a cane. I'm all right, though. The woman is a pervert, Bill. She's sick. They're all sick."

"That does it. We're getting out of here right now. Fuck the damn job!"

I could see right through his act. I wondered what he'd do if I had agreed. Instead, I said, "Maybe we're being hasty, Bill. The worst may be over. Suppose that was the test and I passed."

"Honey, I think you may be right. We would be crazy to quit now. I had a talk with the kids while you were up there. They seem okay. Look, lets wait for the first dinner meeting and see how that goes. It's six thirty now, that gives us ninety minutes to think this out."

I told him that was a good idea. We went inside the cabin. I got Jenny aside and told her about the no-panty no-bra rule. She did not like that rule one bit as she'd only brought short skirts and a swimsuit. I got the tube top from her and convinced her to go with me to find a lady's room to change in. I ushered her along protectively shielding her from sights I didn't want her to see, like couples making out, bare body parts, and especially lewd art work. We found the restroom and changed our clothes. Jenny kept tugging at her hem saying she felt naked without panties. I assured her that if she sat carefully, no one would ever know.

We hadn't gone ten feet when a big meaty hand rested on my shoulder. It belonged to a god. I've never seen a more striking figure of manhood. He could have been the model for the fountain statue. He told me that Helen needed my measurements and that we should follow him.

We followed; our eyes followed his cute, tight buns. I was glad Jenny would be with me, for I knew I'd be putty with this guy alone. Jenny seemed captivated with this hunk right off the pages of a Gothic romance. He led us to a simple room that had a few chairs lining the wall and a low examination table. A sexy half naked girl in a nurses costume held a tablet on a clipboard. He closed the door and told me to strip. I started to protest, but remembered Helen's words. I shrugged and stripped.

He ordered me onto the table on all fours, then proceeded to take measurements of me. Everything about my private parts got measured, reported to the girl, and recorded. When he came to my vagina, he measured the length of my labia lips, inner and outer. He measured my clit, the distance from my anus to my pussy hole. He also probed me with measuring instruments and his strong fingers. He had me creaming. I melted under his touch.

He laid me on my back on the table. My legs hung off each side with my open crotch facing Jenny. He came up to my head and I turned to find his erect penis in his hand. He stroked its ten-inch length poised at my lips. Honey-like precum dribbled from the slit. My lips parted when his cockhead touched them. I sucked self-consciously at first, but with feeling. I began using my right hand after a few minutes. I marveled at its hot, velvety texture and manly musk.

He withdrew after a long sucking and got between my feet. He easily drew me down to the end of the table, put my ankles on his shoulders, and brought his mighty cock to my opening. I looked down my body and gasped at the sight. It was the biggest, most beautiful example of man-muscle I'd ever seen and it was poised to enter me. I totally forgot about Jenny being there. He pushed that monster dick in hard. I groaned and met his thrust. He worked for several minutes to fully seat himself. I went mad, twisting and turning and gripping the table's edge with white-knuckled hands.

When his balls pressed tight to my ass, I drew my legs back and grasped my feet by the toes and shouted, "FUCK ME! Oh, Yes! Fuck me hard."

Boy did he fuck me. He fucked my pussy juices into a milky froth, pounded me into a stupor, and made tears pour down my cheeks. He made me cum three times then bathed my womb in a copious douche of sperm. When he drew out, my head slowly cleared. I was still holding my toes and the first thing I saw was Jenny's astonished face framed by my bent legs. She was staring hard at my cum-leaking pussy.

Seeing my daughter shocked me back to reality. Semen poured from my hole as I sat up. The nurse lewdly wiped my crotch with a moist towel while together they held my legs apart right in front of Jenny. This was the most humiliating event of my life. He helped me down and Jenny looked with terror-stricken eyes, expecting to be next. He saw that look and said, "Relax, baby, nobody's going to take anything from you here. When you're ready, you'll have to ask. That's a golden rule, by the way. A 'no' freezes any guy here, believe me. I'm just glad your stepmother doesn't seem to know that word."

This piece of news both lifted my spirits, and shamed me terribly. I felt relieved for Jenny, but it made me look even more like a slut. We left the room and wandered aimlessly in silence. I could not bear to look Jenny in the eyes. Finally, she said, "Stepmom, Helen hit you with something, didn't she."

I had forgotten about the marks. I nodded and told her I had gotten smart with her and it wasn't that bad. She said, "You were afraid to say 'No, ' weren't you?"

We stepped outside. I turned to face Jenny and gripped her by the shoulders, saying, "Sweetheart, there are things going on here that I can't explain. It has to do with power and sex and control and your father's career future. Helen is playing games with me, and you're right, I can't say 'no.' That doesn't mean you can't."

"Stepmom, don't worry, I'll never tell what happened."

I hugged her tightly. Twenty minutes later, we were all seated in a crowded dining room. I felt trashy in a tube top and skirt. Most diners were in suits and dresses. Our table was centered on a raised platform stage. The tables fanned out from it. Bright lights illuminated the stage and our table, making us feel conspicuous as the guests of honor. Helen, looking radiant, mounted the platform, and tapped a crystal glass on the podium. All conversation ceased. She said, "As you know the Smith family has applied to join our happy family." Applause rang out and we acknowledged it. Addressing us, she said, "We have a traditional way of getting to know what kind of people we're bringing to the fold. I'll explain in a stepmoment. First, we'd like to begin by presenting Karen Smith with our coveted Venus."

A man in a tuxedo entered with a jewelry box. He and Helen approached me. I sat nervously as Helen got behind me, opened the case, and laid a gaudy, heavy pendant on my upper chest. I could not see the thing, but it felt like a huge brass "W". It covered my whole upper chest with the base of the W in my cleavage. The emblem was attached to a heavy chain that Helen crossed at the back of my neck and brought the two ends together at my throat. She snapped a jeweled padlock on the two end rings. It was then that I realized the chain was a large dog's choker chain. While snapping the lock in place, Helen whispered in my ear, "This is a valuable piece of private property and the lock is very expensive. If you decide to leave here with it, or damage the lock in any way, I'll have you arrested and charged with grand larceny."

My heart sank as she raised up and said, cheerily, "There you are, dear, and it does look lovely on you." She returned to the stage. By the astonished looks on the faces of my family, I knew it was something vulgar. I cautiously bent my head down and looked. I almost shit. What I thought was a giant "W" was a cutout of the Venus girl from the fountain. She was posed as in the fountain with her legs out in a wide "V", her hands reaching around her haunches to spread open her sex. The plaque was painted by an artist with great attention to detail. The head of Venus was at my collar bone and her long hair attached to the center of the chain. On her chest, like a tattoo over her big breasts, it read: FUCK ME.

I let go of the pendant and hung my face in my hands. The crowd applauded and laughed. Bill patted my shoulder, Jenny stroked and patted my knee. I had never felt such shame. I slowly brought my eyes up and fixed them on Helen, not knowing whether I wanted to kill her or kiss her. She smiled back from her rostrum, then announced, "Now, here's how this works. During your stay here, all acts of sexual intercourse between your family and the membership and staff will earn you one of our coveted cum drops." She held aloft a white tear-drop-shaped object the size of a grape. "These attach to your Venus, Karen. Notice the hole where a hole on a woman should be?"

I looked down and sure enough saw my skin showing through her pussy. She said, "The first one attaches to it, the rest attach to each other to form a chain. Your clothing may never go above the bottom of the chain, so if you're bashful, you better ask your family to keep their libidos in check. We count any exchange of semen from one body to another, so they can add up quickly if you guys are very oral."

We were all blushing at that remark, but I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. "Now, here are Karen's vital statistics. We'll be charting her progress in particular. Her breasts displace 920ml. They measure 36". Her nipple diameters are one and a quarter inches soft, three quarters when erect. Her tummy is 23", her hips are 37.5", and her legs at the inseam are thirty inches. That's measured from heel to labia. Her clit protrudes even when not erect but during full erection measures one-half inch above the mean plane. Her labia majora are five inches long and the labia minora are three and a half. Her hole easily takes two fingers, but four is her maximum without pain. She has a vaginal volume of 420 ml and can accommodate the largest penis here fully within her vagina."

My face could not have been any redder or hotter had it been on fire. I sat through this crude exhibition with a pounding heart and stared blankly into space. I thought it was over, but she said, "Now, Karen, whenever someone earns you a cum drop, it is customary to thank that person publicly at these meetings. They must first provide a witness as proof, however, so you needn't worry about cheating. The customary way of thanking a person is by applying a kiss to their genitals. For instance, if Charlie fucks Jenny and has a witness, you would kiss Charlie's cock. If Bill fucks Cassandra, you would kiss her pussy. Do you understand the rules, Karen?"

I nodded, numb with shock. Bill and Jenny seemed equally numb. She had more, saying, "Since you obviously haven't had time to do anything yet, I say we eat."

A shout rang out from the back. It was a familiar voice. It said, "Wait, I fucked Karen not an hour ago and I have a witness."

"Hey, it looks like Karen wants to get the show on the road. Who is your witness, Lars?"

"Jenny, her daughter."

"Stand up, Jenny. I'll need some information from you."

Jenny looked at me with eyes of pure terror. I told her to do as Helen said. She stood shakily. Helen had the clipboard and said, "Now, let's see. Was your stepmother fully naked for this, Jenny." Jenny nodded but Helen made her speak up. She finally shouted, "Yes." Helen asked, "Did she suck his cock?"

"Yes!"

"Did she take him analy or vaginally?"

"Vaginally."

"Did she take him fully?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Did she reach an orgasm, if so, how many?"

"I think so, three, maybe four."

"Okay, did he cum in her pussy or her mouth."

"Her vagina."

"You have to choose between pussy and mouth, dear."

Jenny looked to me and I waved her on. "Her pussy."

"Well, it looks like Karen has earned her first cum drop. Let's give her a hand. Come on up here, Karen."

While the applause died down, I rose on trembling legs and approached the stage. Helen placed me center stage and fastened the cum drop to my pendant. The base of the drop rested on my tube top, so Helen rolled the material down an inch, making the tight roll cut my breasts in the middle and exposing the top edges of each nipple. I blushed throughout this ordeal. She called Lars up and stood him before me. She had me kneel and free his cock. It sprang out and hovered over my face. Helen whispered so only I heard, "Don't just kiss it, you suck it and don't let go." She then said loud enough for all to hear, "Okay, dear give it a friendly little kiss."