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With only three days left until their flight to Etrebor, Zach found Charlotte in her office at work.
“Good morning, Babyhole,” he said, using her new Etreborian name. “Am I getting just one key, or more?”
“I’m sorry, what?” said Charlotte.
Zach raised an eyebrow. “Be careful,” he said. “If you use that tone of voice with me in Etrebor, I’ll be expected to slap you across the face, pull down your panties, and spank your ass in public to teach you not to be a disrespectful bitch.”
“We’re not in Etrebor, Zach,” said Charlotte. “Just tell me what you mean.”
“Well, I looked at the paperwork, of course,” said Zach. “Kitty is a virgin. That means she needs a lock on her cunt so we can stop her being raped.”
Charlotte blinked at him, not understanding.
Zach sighed. “Under Etreborian law, you’re my wife, and your daughters are my daughters. And that means all three of you are my property, right? That includes your cunts. I decide what goes into them, if anything. The Etreborian custom requires virgins to have rings through their labia that can be locked, and the man who owns them holds the key.”
“You’re mad,” said Charlotte. “There’s no way I’m doing that to my daughter.”
“It’s in her own interests,” said Zach. “In most circumstances, it’s not a crime to rape a woman in Etrebor. But if she’s locked, it shows she’s owned, and that her owner takes an interest. People will know that if they rape my daughter, I might sue them. And it also makes it physically impossible to get a cock into her pussy.”
He laughed and said, “It would actually be in your interests, and in Samantha’s interests too. To protect you. That’s why I asked if I was getting more than one key.”
She made a disgusted noise. “Go fuck yourself, Zach,” she said.
He made a tut-tut noise. “Get it out of your system now,” he said, “before it gets your pretty face slapped in Etrebor. But I will need to a key for Kitty before you get on that plane. And you should make sure you get it done the Etreborian way. I’ll recommend you a place.”
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KC was initially excited about the idea of getting her labia pierced. She seemed to think it was exciting and transgressive.
But when they got to the Etreborian piercing studio, her enthusiasm began to wane. The walls of the studio were covered with pictures of naked pierced big-titted sluts, most of them in the process of being fucked, or masturbating, or having a man ejaculate on them. The piercer was a tall, dark-skinned Etreborian man, covered in obscene tattoos that depicted genitals, sexual activity, and in one case what appeared to be a buxom woman copulating with a dog. He regarded the women with obvious lust. And his first command to them was:
“Strip, bitches.”
“I’m sorry,” said Charlotte. “I don’t appreciate that kind of talk.”
“This is an Etreborian piercing parlour,” said the man. “I don’t tolerate bitches to wear clothes here. Strip, or get out.”
Charlotte shuffled awkwardly. Zach had said it was important to get the piercing done the Etreborian way – but he hadn’t explained what that meant. And she didn’t even know if there were other Etreborian piercers in her city, let alone ones with a free appointment before her trip.
“Strip,” said the man. “And then thank me for putting you in your place.”
Charlotte looked at her girls. This was unacceptable – but they had already stripped for their documentation papers. And if she stopped now, at this final step, then everything she had done to prepare for the trip was a waste. They would have shown their tits and pussies to Charlotte’s ex, and to Zach, for no reason at all. Sam would had been raped for no reason. And her career would be finished.
“I think we should undress, girls,” said Charlotte, avoiding eye contact.
Sam was shaking her head. “I’ll just wait outside,” she said.
“No,” said the man. “I want to see this bitch’s tits. She strips, or you all leave.”
“Please, honey,” said Charlotte. “It’s just a little nudity. It’s okay. Let this man look at you.”
“Mom, no!” protested Sam. “This is all so gross! I’m leaving. What you do is up to you.”
She turned to go.
Charlotte was desperate. She couldn’t believe Sam was going to fuck this up for her, after everything she had done.
“Samantha Sweetie Saunders,” she said, “you will turn around and undress right now, or else I’ll… I’ll show your documentation papers to all your friends.”
Sam turned white. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would,” said Charlotte. “It’s your choice. Show this man your body, or I’ll show it to everyone else you know.”
Sam looked like she might cry. “I hate you,” she spat.
“I don’t care,” said Charlotte. “Now strip.”
And just like that, all three girls were undressing in front of this strange man. Charlotte blushed as her tits came into view, and blushed again as she revealed her cunt and ass. Sam looked like she might die of humiliation. Only KC seemed happy to be showing off her body – but even so, she seemed nervous.
Some of that nerve might be because the man took out his own cock from his pants as they undressed. It was large, and erect.
“You should see how your embarrassment and humiliation entertains men,” he said. “It is a good Etreborian teaching.”
The girls tried not to stare at his huge dick.
“Very good,” said the man, once they were completely undressed. “Get your daughter into the chair, and put her feet in the stirrups.”
The chair was a large gynaecological chair, with raised stirrups to part and secure a woman’s legs and give access to her spread cunt.
KC moved towards it – but then stopped when she saw the man pick up a long, sharp metal needle.
“Uh…” she said, staring at the needle, “actually, I don’t know that I want this.”
“You have to, honey,” urged Charlotte. “It will be fine.”
“But that needle…” KC squeaked. She turned to the man, and said, “Will it hurt?”
“Very much, yes,” said the man, grinning.
KC clamped her legs together. “No,” she said. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“Kitty Cuddles,” said Charlotte, using KC’s birth name, as she had promised her ex she would, “you do not have a choice.”
“You can’t make me,” said KC. “It’s not fair. You wouldn’t let anyone do this to you.”
Charlotte paused, and make a quick calculation.
“What about if I get it done too?” she asked. “Will you do it then?”
“If you and Sam both do it,” said KC.
“Well, I’m not doing it,” protested Sam.
“You are, unless you want your friends to see those pictures,” said Charlotte. “It’s just a little piercing. We’ll both do it, and then Kitty will do it too.”
Sam opened and closed her mouth – but the threat of having her nude body, and her sexual reports, shown to her friends was clearly still motivating her.
“Fine,” she said.
And so Charlotte got into the chair, lifting her legs to place them in the stirrups. The piercer came over and wrapped a strap around each leg, locking them in place – “so you do not crush me with your legs when I pierce you” – and then came to her arms, which were resting on armrests. Then, before she could react, he had wrapped a leather strap around each of her arms and secured them too. She was trapped in the chair.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Some bitches get feisty when the pain comes,” said the piercer.
He now went to where Charlotte had discarded her panties, and picked them up. He walked between her legs, and used a bare finger to trace the line of her cunt.
His finger came away wet.
“The cunt you came from is wet,” he said to KC and Sam. “She is a perverted slut, yes?”
And then he used Charlotte’s panties to wipe Charlotte’s cunt. He dragged them up and down the length of her slit three times, taking special care to rub against her clitoris, and then pushed them up into her fuckhole and pulled them back out. They were quite damp by the time he was done.
“What the fuck?” swore Charlotte. “What are you doing?”
“Silence, bitch,” said the man. He moved forward slightly, and Charlotte felt the end of his exposed cock bump against her pussy. She became frantic that he was about to rape her.
But when she opened her mouth to scream, he leaned forward and shoved Charlotte’s wet panties into her mouth, and deftly, using a length of tape ripped from a roll, he taped her mouth shut with the panties inside.
As he leaned, his cock slid into her fuckhole smoothly, a good three inches of it penetrating her. But she couldn’t say anything because her mouth was now filled with the taste of her wet cunt. She tried to object, but only made muffled sounds.
The man deftly pulled his cock out of Charlotte and turned back to Sam and KC.
“This cunt has been cruel to you today,” he said to them. “Would you like to see her punished a little for her cruelty?”
Sam was unsure. “Like what?” she asked.
“Like a little extra piercing?” asked the piercer. “A cow like this always looks pretty with pierced nipples and a pierced clit.”
Sam bit her lip. “Fuck yes,” she said. “That’ll teach you to blackmail me, mom.”
“Very good,” said the man. He wheeled a stool over and placed it between Charlotte’s spread legs, then patted it and pointed at KC.
“You – what is your name?” he said.
“Browneye,” said KC.
The man chuckled. “An Etreborian name. I like it. Come and sit, Browneye. I want you to see how your mother reacts to pain and humiliation.”
KC sat on the stool, her face only inches from Charlotte’s cunt. Charlotte tried to object, but was only able to make incoherent moans.
“Spread her pussy lips apart with your fingers,” said the man.
Charlotte felt her daughter’s delicate fingers on her cunt, parting her wet pussy lips, exposing her clitoris.
“She’s wet,” noted KC.
“It is a truth universally known that most sluts are aroused by being treated as they deserve,” said the man. “And those who are not, can be trained. I want you to see how her fuckhole pulses with desire as I abuse her.”
He paused, and said, “All bitches should desire to see other bitches being humiliated and degraded. However, it may be that her moans provoke sympathy in you. If you feel she is in too much pain, you can make her feel better by rubbing her clitoris, or licking it. It will produce endorphins to offset her pain.”
Charlotte expected KC to respond with disgust to the idea of licking her own mother’s pussy – but instead, she was strangely quiet.
Charlotte might have known why KC was quiet, if she had been prepared to admit it to herself. But Charlotte’s mind was pretending that her pussy had not just convulsed with a throb of lust at the thought of having her pussy licked by her daughter – and therefore she couldn’t possibly entertain the idea that KC’s silence was because she had seen that very reaction.
“You, the older bitch,” said the man, snapping his fingers at Sam. “Come and hold your mother’s tit so I can pierce it. Both hands, gripping the base and squeezing as hard as you can. It will make the nipple more distinct.”
Sam did as she was told, with enthusiasm, and Charlotte squealed into her gag. It hurt! Her daughter was enjoying hurting her tits!
And then, when she squealed, her humiliation intensified – because she felt a sensation on her clitoris. KC’s tongue. Her daughter was licking her clit.
And it felt amazing.
She started to cry. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Her arms were restrained. Her legs were restrained. Her mouth was gagged with her own cunty panties. She couldn’t even make eye contact with KC from this angle. All she could do was try to ignore the pleasant sensation of receiving cunnilingus from her daughter. She also tried to pretend that she could not feel the man’s hard, exposed dick poking at her side.
And then it was suddenly very easy to ignore – because the man was pushing a needle through her nipple.
She screamed into the gag – but it was over almost as soon as it started. There was a hole pierced through the base of her nipple, and the man was running a large metal ring through it. The ring must have had a diameter of nearly three centimetres, and it was heavy.
Sam switched to squeeze Charlotte’s other tit, and then that one too was being pierced.
Charlotte couldn’t help but moan with frustration when her daughter stopped licking her – but KC had to move, to give the man access to Charlotte’s pussy.
And then she was screaming with even more pain, as the needle went straight through her clitoris, and another ring was threaded through the piercing.
Charlotte couldn’t help herself. She orgasmed from the pain.
No one, including the man, commented on the way she bucked and mewled, and the small amount of fluid that squirted from her cunt.
Then, finally, her labia was being pierced. Two piercings in each pussy lip, and a ring through each.
Lastly, the piercer tugged on Charlotte’s clit, until the ring through it was lying wholly outside her pussy lips. Then he brought her labia together and threaded a tiny padlock through the rings.
CLICK.
“I will have the key couriered to your husband,” said the piercer.
Just like that, Charlotte’s cunt was locked shut, and she would have to ask Zach’s permission in order to ever open it again.
He pulled the tape off her mouth – painfully – and fished her panties out of her mouth. His cock hovered near her face.
“Thank me,” the man said.
“You fuck,” swore Charlotte. “You had no right to…”
The man slapped her.
“Thank me,” he said, “or I’ll pull on your clit ring.”
Her clit was so tender right now – she couldn’t even imagine the pain of having her clit tugged.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Thank you for piercing me. Thank you for piercing my…”
He slapped her again.
“In Etrebor, that’s not how sluts express thanks,” he said.
And suddenly she understood. Her eyes focused on his cock.
“No…” she moaned.
“Yes,” said the man.
“Just do it, mom,” said Sam. Her voice was mocking. “It won’t be so bad, right?”
KC just giggled.
Charlotte had no choice but to open her mouth and take the man’s dick into it. He only let her have the first three inches, and she did her best to be “grateful” using her lips and tongue. The taste of his pre-cum was thick, and not unpleasant.
After a moment, he moved away.
“Good bitch,” he told her – and then proceeded to release her from the chair.
Charlotte stood, gingerly. It felt weird to have her cunt locked shut. Her clit felt stretched. In fact, it was stretched. The large clit ring being on the outside of her locked pussy lips caused it to pull on her clit, a constant semi-painful tug.
And her tits felt heavy – but it was just the weight of her new rings. She realised that these rings were so large they would be visible through blouses and even bras. People would be able to tell that she had giant cow-rings through her tits. Maybe not if she wore padded bras – but that would make her tits look even bigger than they already were…
Worse, the rings themselves had little locking mechanisms. She wouldn’t be able to thread them out of her piercings without help. She was stuck with them.
The man smiled.
“You look so much better like this,” he told her. “More feminine. It is an improvement.”
Then he patted the chair that had, until moments ago, held Charlotte restrained for his abuse.
“Now – let us do this to your daughters as well, shall we?”
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