Story: The Etrebor Assignment, Part 2

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Charlotte really should have done more research about Etrebor.  If she had, the passport requirements wouldn’t have taken her by surprise.

Normally she *would* have done that research.  She was good at her job, and she was normally well-prepared for any project she would be working on.

But something had gotten under her skin about the Etrebor assignment.  Whenever she thought about doing research, she thought about James Haber implying that Charlotte was an empty-headed bimbo.  Doing research *now* would imply that he had been right – which he *had* been, at least so far as his implication that Charlotte didn’t know much about Etrebor.  

And there was the matter of what had happened between her and Zach in the hotel room – where she had let him “consummate their marriage” by sticking his dick in her – and how she had responded to that by wildly bucking her hips against him.  As if she had *wanted* to be raped by a man she hated.

It had been an accident of wires crossing in her head – an irrational reaction to an irrational situation.  She didn’t intend to ever speak about it or acknowledge it.  In fact, she intended to forget it.  It wasn’t her, and it didn’t represent it.

But how could she forget it if she was researching Etreborian customs?  How could she read anything about Etrebor without reliving that humiliating moment in her head?  How could she take the risk of being reminded of how much she wanted to orgasm against Zach’s dick – and how good his pre-cum had tasted when she had licked it from his discarded condom?

And so she had stubbornly refused to learn anything more about the country she was about to move her family to.

It was only when she told her daughters about the arrangement that the alarm bells began to sound again.

She sat them down at the dinner table, the evening after her “marriage” to Zach.

“Girls,” she said, “I’ve got some big news.  I’m afraid there’s going to be a big change in our lives.  But I need you to support me in this – and I think it’s going to be good for all of us in the long term.”

She took a deep breath, and then said, “We’re moving to Etrebor for six months.”

Both her daughters reacted explosively – although their reactions were quite different.

Sam, 19 years old, tall and thin with a pierced nose and long black hair – dyed from her natural blonde, because, in Sam’s own words, “blondes are braindead sluts” – instantly yelled, “What the fuck?  No!  No, hard pass.”

KC, just 18 last week, cute as a button and obsessed with cute things and hot boys, practically bounced in her seat and said, “A six month vacation to Etrebor?  No way!  That’s so cool!”

Charlotte sighed, and addressed her daughters in turn.

“Samantha, there is no ‘hard pass’,” she said.  “I am not paying the rent on this house just so that you can stay here by yourself, you don’t have a job, and you are absolutely *not* going to couch-surf with your deadbeat druggo friends if you want me to pay your college tuition after your gap year.  You are coming to Etrebor with your family, and you are going to broaden your horizons with a bit of international culture.”

Turning to her other daughter, she went on.

“And as for you, Katherine, it is *not* a vacation,” she said.  “You’re going to be enrolled in an Etreborian school and finish your education there.”

KC wrinkled her nose.

“Katherine’s *not* my name,” she said.

“It absolutely is, young woman,” said Charlotte.  She had had this fight before, and she hated it.

“It’s not the name that *dad* gave me,” said KC.  

“Well, your dad didn’t fill out your birth certificate, and I did,” said Charlotte.  “Kitty is a demeaning name for a woman – never mind your middle name – and if your father cared about it then he should have stuck around to share custody after the divorce.”

“You’re going to have to change my name *anyway*, you know,” said KC, “if we’re going to Etrebor.”

Charlotte paused.  “What do you mean?” she asked.

KC made a face – an annoyingly cute face.  “Don’t you know *anything*, mom?” she said.  “You need an Etreborian passport to go to Etrebor – and it needs to be registered with an acceptable Etreborian name.”

“Acceptable Etreborian name?” said Charlotte.  “What do you mean?”

“Like, Etreborian women are defined by their relationship to a man,” said KC.  “Except we don’t have a man, since dad left.”

KC never missed an opportunity to remind Charlotte that she had divorced the girls’ father – and imply that it was Charlotte’s fault.

“Stop poking at me and tell me what you mean,” said Charlotte.  “What’s an Etreborian name?”

“Well, if dad was still around, you’d be, like, the Rapeable Pussy zol Brian,” said KC.  “Rapeable because you’re of legal age but you’re not pregnant.  Zol Brian means that you’re owned cattle that belongs to dad.”

“That’s gross, Katherine,” said Charlotte.  “Stop making things up.”

Sam was shaking her head.  “No, I don’t think she is, mom,” she said.  “I heard something like this too.”

“It’s true!” said KC.  “But we don’t have a man so you’d be the Rapeable Pussy bal Saunders, and I’d be the Rapeable Browneye bal Hettinger.”

“Your surname is Saunders too, Katherine,” said Sam, acting on instinct based on long disputes over this.

“No,” said KC, “because Etrebor only cares about the male line of breeding.  We’re dad’s daughters whether you’re married to him or not, so I’m bal Hettinger.  ‘Bal’ means a piece of discarded or unclaimed property.  It’s the same word they use for trash and shit.”

“What’s the bit with Pussy and Browneye?” asked Sam.  “It sounds so gross.”

“The women in a family are named for the parts of their anatomy in order of importance,” said KC.  “So the most important woman – the mother, or whatever – is named after a pussy.  And then the second – so, like, the oldest daughter – is named for her tits.  So you’d be like Sexballoons or Funbags or something, Sam.”

Sam crossed her arms over her chest – a habitual reaction whenever she was insecure or offended.  Charlotte always wanted to tell her not to do it, because she didn’t seem to realise that it just drew more attention to her breasts – and both of Charlotte’s daughters had inherited the genes for Charlotte’s particularly large bosom.  When Sam had lost weight – becoming easily the skinniest of the three women – her breasts had stubbornly refused to shed any of that mass, and now they looked like beachballs by comparison to Sam’s lithe frame.  Sam didn’t seem to realise that she looked like a porn star – or refused to acknowledge it – and had a stubborn habit of dressing in loose shirts without a bra as if her boobs were as petite as the rest of her.

“Isn’t it super-dangerous to go to Etrebor without a man?” asked Sam.  “Don’t women get raped and stuff when they’re single?”

Charlotte blushed.

“Well, um, actually…” she said, and paused.

KC’s eyes widened.  “Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked, eagerly.  KC had made no secret of wanting a new man around the house since her father had left.

“No!” protested Charlotte.  “But we’re going with Zach from my office.  And to make us safe in Etrebor, we’ve done a… well, it’s technically a marriage, I guess, just on paper.”

“I have a new dad?” squealed KC.  “No way!”

“He is absolutely *not* your dad!” said Charlotte.  “This is a technical arrangement only.  We’re not even going to be spending any time with him, once we’re in Etrebor.”

Sam looked suspicious.

“Don’t you *hate* Zach?” she asked.

“That would be unprofessional,” said Charlotte, primly.  “We have a working relationship.  But that’s all.”

“Couldn’t you try to get along with him?” asked KC.  “It would be so cool to have a man around the house again.”

“I don’t need any advice about my relationships,” said Charlotte firmly.  “We get along just fine without a man.”

KC made a disappointed face.  “But I’ll be the Rapeable Browneye zol Zach,” she said.  “It’ll be in my *name*.”

“Are you serious that we have to change our name to something gross?” said Sam.  “That’s so wrong.”

“If Katherine is right,” said Charlotte, “and that’s a big *if*…”

(But she already felt sure that KC was right.  KC was always irritatingly correct about things she was passionate about.)

“If she’s right, then it will just be on paper,” she finished.  “We’ll change it for the assignment, and then change it back when we get home.  And no one will actually call you that, okay?”

Sam hugged her arms tighter against her tits.

“I hate this,” she said.  “Just for the record.  I want it documented.  I hate this.”

But KC’s eyes were shining.

“This is *so cool*,” she whispered.

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KC was right, of course.  Charlotte looked it up, and everything that KC had said was 100% accurate.

It was worse.  In order for the name change to be Etreborian-legal, she not only needed her “husband” (Zach) to sign off on it, but she also needed the permission of the girls’ birth father.

Even worse, she couldn’t even change her *own* name without permission.  She would need Zach’s permission for that, too – but at least not Brian’s.  A perk of her “remarriage”.

What she didn’t need, she learned, was the consent of the girls themselves.

Sighing, she rang her ex-husband, Brian Hettinger.

“Well, this is a surprise, pet,” he said when he answered the phone.  

“Don’t call me that,” snapped Charlotte.  “I’m serious, Brian.”

“Don’t be like that, pet,” said Brian.  “You’re not going to hang up.  You wouldn’t have called me if you didn’t need something.”

Charlotte took a deep breath.

“I’m changing the girls’ names, and I need your permission,” she said.

“Absolutely not,” said Brian.  “We had a deal, remember?  You chose the first name of the firstborn, I choose her middle name, and then I get to call our second daughter whatever I like.”

“We weren’t supposed to *have* a second daughter, Brian,” she said.  “I was supposed to be on birth control, remember?  Except it turned out to have somehow gotten swapped with sugar pills…”

Brian just laughed.

“You’re lucky you’re not in jail,” she said.

“Shall I hang up?” asked Brian.

Charlotte took a deep breath.

“No,” she said.

“No, Master,” corrected Brian.

She almost did hang up, then.  In fact, she almost threw the phone at the wall.

“I’m NOT calling you that,” she spat.  “I divorced you rather than call you that, remember?  Your gross ideas about ‘female domestication’ were fun in the bedroom, but I wasn’t stupid enough to let you make it my life.”

“That’s a funny way of calling me Master,” said Brian.  “Are you sure you don’t want to apologise?”

She wanted to scream.

But she was stuck.  Without Brian’s permission, she couldn’t change the names, and without changing the names she couldn’t get a passport, or go to Etrebor.  She would have proved the men in her office right – fucking up spectacularly before she’d even started.  They would never respect her again.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said, quietly, hoping to the heavens that neither of her daughters were listening at the door.

“That’s better, pet,” said Brian.  “Good girl.  Now, why do you want to change the girls’ names?”

“We’re going to Etrebor,” she said.  “And…”

“And you need Etreborian names,” finished Brian immediately.  He laughed.  “Holy shit, pet.  You divorce me rather than act like a proper housewife, but now you’re going to Etrebor?  You never could make your mind up.”

“Fuck off, Brian,” Charlotte spat.  “It’s just a business trip.  It’s a temporary change.  I just need your permission to change the girls’ names.”

“And your name, too, right?” said Brian.  “I’m your last owner, right?  Or did you find someone new?”

“I don’t need your permission,” said Charlotte.  “It’s none of your business why.”

Brian was silent.

“I mean, I don’t need your permission, Master,” said Charlotte, hurriedly.

“That’s better,” said Brian, “but actually I was just thinking.  All right.  I’ll give you permission, on two conditions.”

“What are they?” she asked – and then added, “Master.”

“First, tell me the girls’ names,” said Brian.  “Their real names.  The ones I wanted.  And from now until you come back to Etrebor, you either introduce them by their Etreborian names, or their real names.”

Charlotte fumed.  She had thought Brian’s names were cute, when he first proposed the naming deal.  Now she thought they were demeaning.  She hated them, not least because they reminded her of Brian.  But she needed Brian’s approval.

“Samantha Sweetie Hettinger,” she said, “and Kitty Cuddles Hettinger.”

“Very good,” said Brian.  “And now apologise for divorcing me.  The way I taught you.”

Charlotte went even redder.  She was more than ready to explode.  She had to take a deep breath.

This had been one of Brian’s last ideas before she divorced him.  When she apologised, she was to demean herself.  She had to insult herself until she felt bone-deep shame, and only then would he accept her apology.

“Don’t get it wrong, pet,” said Brian.  “I’m only going to give you one chance to do this.”

“I’m sorry for divorcing you, Master,” said Charlotte.  “I was… a stupid cunt who should have known better.  You made my life worthwhile but I was a… a dumb argumentative bitch who wasn’t grateful.  Your… your cock was worth more than my entire life and I should have felt lucky for the chance to…” – she paused to swallow her rage – “to drink your cum from it.  I was just a big-titted animal but you gave me the chance to… to serve you, and instead I was hysterical” – she had to pause again, because ‘hysterical’ was a word that Brian loved to use to describe any time that Charlotte had emotions of any sort – “and I acted like a PMS-ing cow and had a dumb cunt temper tantrum that ruined my life.  And I’m sorry.”

There was a long silence.

Then:

“Apology accepted, pet.”

Brian laughed.  “Send me the paperwork, and I’ll give my consent to the change.”

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Zach was easier.  He already knew this was coming.  When Charlotte rang him to do the name-change paperwork, he only had one request – that he talk to each of her daughters in private to make sure they understood what was happening.

Charlotte didn’t like Zach saying *anything* to her daughters, but she had little choice, and passed the phone to each of them.  

 Sam spent about two minutes on the phone with Zach.  KC took the phone to her bedroom, and it was nearly a quarter of an hour before she emerged and passed the phone back to Charlotte.

“What did you say to her?” asked Charlotte, suspiciously.

“Just making sure she was okay with this,” said Zach.  “She is.  I’ll finalise the paperwork.”

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Charlotte didn’t even get to pick their new names.  That turned out to be the prerogative of her husband. 

And so a couple of days later she received the paperwork confirming the legal changes of name.  Charlotte was now the Rapeable Babyhole zol Zach.  Sam was the Rapeable Fuckbags zol Zach.  And KC was the Rapeable Browneye zol Zach.

Charlotte and Sam hated it.

KC thought it was all very exciting.

“I love you, Fuckbags,” she said, hugging her sister in delight when the paperwork came in.  “We’re going to have so much *fun* in Etrebor!”

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