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The girls didn’t like that they were selling the house. But it simply didn’t make sense to pay the mortgage on an empty house for six months, and the market was good right now, and with the sale proceeds plus the money Charlotte would make from this Etrebor trip, they would be able to afford to buy a significantly bigger property when they returned.
Packing was a source of friction, too. KC eagerly informed the family that there were a number of things that girls weren’t allowed to own in Etrebor, and just in case Charlotte had been inclined to disbelieve her prodigious daughter, Zach emailed her a list of the prohibited items with a warning to be careful that there were none in her suitcases, or else she would face arrest on her arrival in Etrebor.
The list of forbidden items made Charlotte twist her face in disgust.
- Vehicles, or keys to operate them;
- Men’s clothes, or clothes that do not emphasise femininity, including:
- Pants;
- Skirts or dresses with hemlines lower than halfway down the upper thigh;
- Underwear that is not designed for sexual appeal;
- Any garment that disguises or minimises the shape or size of the breasts;
- Shoes without raised heels of at least three inches;
- Birth control of any sort;
- Any book or periodical not explicitly approved by the Etreborian Bureau of Women for female consumption;
- Weapons or self-defence equipment;
- Devices capable of internet access.
This last one was too much for even KC.
“You mean I can’t take my *phone*?” she squealed. “How will I stay in touch with my friends?”
“You’re not forbidden from using the internet, just owning a device,” said Charlotte. “We’ll have computers where we’re staying, and you can use them. They’ll just be technically owned by Zach. And Etrebor has special phones for women – you’ll be able to make calls and send texts. And they access something called the BitchWeb – it’s a kind of curated internet run by the Etreborian government, designed for women. I understand it has apps a lot like the ones you’re used to. You’ll be fine.”
The girls also complained they didn’t have enough Etrebor-suitable clothes. Charlotte didn’t really believe that was likely for either of the fashion-conscious teens, but she knew that Sam’s rebellious wardrobe leaned heavily on pants and flat shoes – which she had already had two tantrums about leaving behind – and Charlotte had to confess that she was a little low on short skirts and sexy lingerie herself.
So they all went shopping together. Charlotte felt a little uncomfortable picking out attractive clothes because she was being *forced* to, but there was little she could do about it. She also felt uncomfortable urging her daughters to buy sexier underwear. She didn’t know what the line was in terms of “not designed for sexual appeal”, so she made sure that the girls bought exclusively from a dedicated lingerie boutique. KC was easy enough to manage – Charlotte had to explicitly say no to her when she suggested crotchless underwear and a peekaboo bra – but Sam was visibly humiliated by having to select two sets of fuck-me lingerie in the company of her mother.
Charlotte forced her girls to let her see them wearing the lingerie in the changerooms to be sure it fit. She was a little worried that Sam would just agree to anything, even if it wasn’t suitable, to make the experience end sooner. What she learned, though, was that both of her daughters were extremely attractive when they were wearing nothing but designer lingerie. She specifically hadn’t quite realised how big the tits of both girls had grown- little KC was an E-cup, and poor Sam had to blushingly ask whether the store had anything in an F. Seeing her daughters like this made Charlotte blush a little – but she was confident that the underwear would certainly be acceptable to Etrebor.
The most embarrassing part of going shopping, though, was introducing her daughters to the shop clerk. Brian had made her agree to introduce the girls by either their birth names, or their Etreborian names. She certainly wasn’t going to call them “Fuckbags” and “Browneye” in public, so she had to blushingly tell the clerk that their names were Samantha Sweetie and Kitty Cuddles.
KC was delighted to get to use her birth name. Samantha nearly exploded.
“What the fuck, mom?” she squealed. “My name is Sam. I thought you hated that other name.”
Charlotte pulled her close, and hissed, “Your name is the Rapeable Fuckbags zol Zach. Do you want me to call you that?”
Sam’s eyes went wide.
“Then be a good girl and play along,” said Charlotte. “I had to promise to use this name for a while in order to get your father’s approval to change it. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
And so Samantha gritted her teeth and allowed the clerk to call her “Samantha Sweetie”.
Charlotte had naively thought that the wardrobe changes might be the final humiliation prior to leaving the country, but she was very mistaken, and she discovered this when a document arrived at her house in an envelope with Zach’s name as the return address.
The document read:
DOCUMENTATION OF SEXUAL HISTORY
Applicant: Rp. Babyhole zol Zach
Client: Zachary Bates [Owner]
Description of applicant: Buxom bitchy blonde, age 38, limited intellectual capacity. Udders are very large. Cunt is relatively tight for age, given she has given birth twice.
Experience with applicant: Have raped Babyhole on one occasion. Bitch was wet and clearly had sexual fetish for non-consensual sex. Experience was enjoyable.
Notes: Bitch has had one previous owner, who should be contacted for more extensive report.
Rate attributes on five point scale – “Unacceptable”, “Needs Improvement”, “Adequate”, “Very Good”, “Exceptional”, or otherwise “Not Evaluated”.
Tits: Exceptional.
Cunt: Very Good.
Anus: Not Evaluated.
Mouth: Not Evaluated.
Decorative Value: Adequate.
Sexual Appetite: Adequate.
Sexual Responsiveness to Pain: Not Evaluated.
Attitude: Needs Improvement.
Overall Level of Satisfaction: Adequate
She rang Zach.
“What is this?” she demanded.
She didn’t need to explain what she was talking about. He could guess easily enough.
“It’s for your passport,” said Zach. “They need a documentation of your sexual history, signed off by your sexual partners. For your girls, too, unless they’re virgins.”
“Of course they’re virgins,” snapped Charlotte, although she honestly wasn’t sure about Sam. “What’s this degrading rubbish? Why couldn’t you fill it out properly?”
“That’s exactly the language that Etrebor is expecting,” said Zach. “It’s very normal. And you’re welcome, by the way. I think calling your cunt “very good” was a stretch, honestly, but if your history doesn’t indicate overall adequate performance then you’ll be automatically enrolled in further sexual education, which I understand includes a fair amount of educational rape.”
“So I just file this with my passport application?” asked Charlotte.
“Have you not looked at the passport application process yet?” sounded Zach. “You need to get on that. There are photos, and a verification process. It takes time. If you don’t start soon you won’t have it done in time.”
He paused and then added, “And yes, you file my document with your application, but no, that won’t be enough. I’ve only fucked you once, and I couldn’t assess some of your qualities. You don’t need one from *every* man you’ve fucked…”
How many men did Zach think she’d had sex with, exactly? Charlotte fumed with anger as she listened.
“… but you will need one from your ex-husband, as your previous owner,” Zach concluded. “His should be enough to cover you.”
“I’m not asking Brian to… to rate my groin!” Charlotte objected.
“Babyhole, if you don’t, you can’t go to Etrebor,” said Zach. “It’s as simple as that. Honestly, I don’t mind if you don’t. You’re a liability to me. But you *are* my wife now, and it’ll look bad if you’re not at my side. Just ring him up and get him to do it. It’s only one page.”
In the end, Charlotte did *not* ring her ex-husband. She just emailed him the form with a message saying, “Please complete this ASAP.”
The form came back only hours later – but Charlotte didn’t like Brian’s responses.
She tried to call him, but he didn’t answer his phone. After dialling again and again, with no response, she drove to his house that evening, and thumped on the door.
“Brian, you piece of shit,” she yelled. “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”
After a long wait, her ex-husband opened the door. Brian was a foot taller than Charlotte, and broad shouldered and hairy, with a full beard.
“Ah, it’s you,” he said. “You know, we’re divorced, pet. I don’t have to take your calls anymore.”
“Like hell you don’t,” said Charlotte. She waved the printout of his form in his face. “What the hell is this? Why can’t you just be normal?”
“How about you come in?” asked Brian. He waved his hand towards the inside of his house.
Charlotte did not want to go into his house.
“Or do you really want to talk about how satisfactory your cunt is out here where the neighbours can hear?” continued Brian.
He had a point. Charlotte reluctantly went inside.
The house was dimly lit, and untidy, although not unclean. He went into the lounge, where he took a seat in a leather armchair.
“Now, what seems to be the problem, pet?” he asked.
Charlotte looked around for somewhere to sit, but the only other chairs were heaped with boxes and other items. She was forced to stand, awkwardly.
“You’re the problem, Brian,” she said. “I just need you to sign off this form so I can go to Etrebor but you’ve been a complete asshole. My tits are unacceptable? Really? You always said they were my best feature. And you know my oral skills are… well, they deserve better than ‘needs improvement’.”
“You look awkward, pet,” said Brian. “Why don’t you kneel?” He pointed at the space in front of the chair, between his legs.
“Fuck off,” said Charlotte.
Brian shrugged. “No, I think you can fuck off,” he said. “This is my house, and you’re asking me to lie on an official form, and I don’t think I owe you anything that wasn’t specified in the divorce papers.” He looked at her. “I’m serious,” he continued. “Get out of my house.”
Charlotte opened her mouth to yell at him – then closed it. He was right. She had absolutely no leverage over him.
She got down on her knees.
“Closer, pet,” said Brian, pointing again at the space between his legs.
Awkwardly, Charlotte shuffled forwards until she was kneeling directly in front of him, her head close to his groin, looking up at his face from below.
“Good pet,” said Brian. He reached out to pat her hair, and Charlotte jerked away instinctively. Brian shrugged, and withdrew his hand.
“Now,” he said, “what’s the problem with my answers on that form?”
“You need to say that I’m overall acceptable,” said Charlotte, “or else I can’t go to Etrebor without having them re-educate me.”
Brian laughed. “You could use some re-education, pet. Maybe that’s for the best.”
“Please, Brian,” begged Charlotte.
“Is Brian my name?” asked her ex-husband. “I think the first step is to get that right. And maybe apologise for being a bitch so far.”
Charlotte took a deep breath.
“Please, Master,” she mumbled. “And I’m sorry I was… a stupid bitch, and I said bitchy things, like… like a dumb cunt. I’m very stupid, because I’m a woman, and I can’t think straight because of my cunt, and I do stupid bitch things…”
“That’s enough,” said Brian. “You’re forgiven. So what do you want me to say on the form?”
“Your overall satisfaction with me needs to be at least adequate, Master” she said. “And you need to rate me highly in at least a couple of aspects to justify that.”
“Well, my memory of you is that every part of you was disgusting,” said Brian. “Am I wrong?”
“Yes, Master,” she said. “For example, my breasts always pleased you a lot.”
“They’re not pleasing me now,” said Brian. “You’re wearing a blouse.”
Charlotte bit her tongue to avoid saying something regrettable. Part of her had known it would come to this.
“What do you want, Master?” she said. “What do you need in order to complete the form?”
“Refresh my memory on what your body looks like,” said Brian. “Take off those clothes and let me see.”
“And then you’ll complete the form?” asked Charlotte.
“Well, I’m supposed to evaluate how *pleasurable* your holes are,” said Brian. “So I think I need to test at least one of them, don’t you think? Your choice, pet.”
And as he spoke he unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
Charlotte’s eyes fixed on it. Brian had many failings, but his cock was not one of them. She remembered how much his huge dick had hurt, stretching her virginal pussy on their marriage night – but also how hard she had cum from the pain. Its length and girth hypnotised her as it popped into view, fully erect.
“I hate you,” she muttered.
“What was that, pet?” asked Brian. He wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped it a couple of times, aiming it at her face. Charlotte flinched as a drop of pre-cum was flicked loose and landed on her nose.
“I said, very well, Master,” said Charlotte. “We have a deal.”
“Good pet,” said Brian.
Charlotte stood and began to undress. She tried to pretend that her ex wasn’t in the room, stroking his cock as he leered at her. She felt completely humiliated, undressing in front of this man she hated, back under his power after all these years.
Her blouse and bra came off, and she had to fight the urge to cover her large tits with her hands. The point was for Brian to see them, after all.
Then she removed her skirt, and worked her panties down her legs, until she was nude before Brian’s gaze.
“Nice,” said Brian. “Better than I remembered, I suppose. Make your tits bounce for me a little, pet.”
Charlotte bounced on her heels.
“More,” said Brian.
Charlotte knew what she wanted. Brian loved making her do this. Exercise with her breasts unsupported *hurt* – they were very large and heavy. And he loved that it hurt her, and he loved that she knew that she was experiencing the pain because of how large her udders were. A more petite girl wouldn’t have the trouble.
She began to jump into the air, up and down. As she descended, her tits would fly up and hit her face, and then as she hit the ground, they would slap down hard against her chest. She felt her eyes begin to water.
“Good pet,” said Brian. “That’s enough. Now show me your cunt.”
She walked towards him, spread her legs apart, and then used her fingers to spread her cunt lips, exposing her clit and fuckhole to his gaze.
“It’s wet,” said Brian. “Why is it wet, pet?”
She knew he would not accept any answer that didn’t humiliate her – and which didn’t have the ring of truth.
“Because… because I like exposing myself to men,” said Charlotte, in a small voice. She didn’t. But she honestly didn’t know why her cunt was betraying her like this, juicing up from such a degrading situation.
“Now show me your ass,” said Brian.
This was most humiliating of all. She turned around, and bent at the waist, and spread her ass cheeks with her hands.
“All right,” said Brian. “Your tits are exceptional, your cunt is very good, and your ass is adequate. Which hole am I testing?”
She had intended to say her mouth. A blowjob was the least humiliation option on the table. But her cunt was surprisingly wet, and something about being naked and powerless in front of the ex-husband who had so consistently demeaned and abused her was doing something funny to her head.
“My ass,” she heard herself say. “There’s a space for my responsiveness to pain – and you know anal always hurts – so maybe we can do both together. Just… please, use lube…”
She remained standing bent over, her ass pointed at her ex.
Brian laughed. He stood, and walked away from her, and came back, and a moment later she felt the cold slimy sensation of lubricant being dripped into her ass crack. Brian used one finger to rub it along her butt cleft, and then push it against her anal sphincter, and inside her ass. Charlotte gasped.
And then there was something pressing at her anus – for the first time since her divorce. She winced, and heard herself whimper, and then her ex-husband’s cock was pushing into her asshole, advancing into her rectum, and it *hurt*, but it was so *good*.
“Apologise for yourself until I cum,” ordered Brian.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she heard herself whisper. “I’m sorry my ass is only adequate. I’m sorry for the stupidity of my gender. I’m sorry I’m not a better cum-receptacle for your cock. I’m sorry I’m too stupid to make you cum faster. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
In the end, Charlotte orgasmed before Brian did – a humiliating orgasm, completely free of genital stimulation, born of the pain and pleasure in her anus and the confusing effect of her humiliation and degradation. A little after that, Brian came too, ejaculating into her ass.
He found her one of the old butt plugs he had made her wear when they were married, so she could keep his cum in her ass without having it drip out until she could get home and clean herself. She was surprised by how easily it still fit her, and how comforting it felt lodged in her anal sphincter.
And then Brian filled out a new copy of the form for her.
DOCUMENTATION OF SEXUAL HISTORY
Applicant: Rp. Babyhole zol Zach
Client: Brian Hettinger [Previous owner]
Description of applicant: Cunty blonde MILF with huge tits, age 38, bitchy attitude. A little overweight, cunt often wet.
Experience with applicant: Owned Babyhole for six years as husband. Fucked her multiple times per week. Engaged in some training, attitude correction and domestication. Impregnated her twice.
Rate attributes on five point scale – “Unacceptable”, “Needs Improvement”, “Adequate”, “Very Good”, “Exceptional”, or otherwise “Not Evaluated”.
Tits: Exceptional.
Cunt: Very Good.
Anus: Adequate
Mouth: Very Good.
Decorative Value: Adequate.
Sexual Appetite: Adequate.
Sexual Responsiveness to Pain: Adequate
Attitude: Needs Improvement.
Overall Level of Satisfaction: Adequate
It didn’t exactly make Charlotte happy – how dare he call her overweight? – but it was enough.
“Thank you, Master,” she said, and waited for his permission to dress.
And she hoped, desperately, that this would be the last favour she ever needed to ask her ex-husband for.
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