Story: The Etrebor Assignment, Part 7

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When it finally came time for Charlotte and her daughters to leave the country, there was another series of shocks waiting for them at the airport.

They arrived early. This was the first time for the girls meeting Zach in person, and Charlotte was nervous.

She had reason to be nervous. They were standing in the concourse, looking around, when Zach approached Charlotte from behind, unseen. The first she knew that he was there was the feeling of his hand going around her neck, choking her slightly – and then his other hand lifting her skirt from behind and squeezing her pussy, his hand finding her pussy locked shut with her new labia rings.

She reacted with horror and terror, pulling away and jabbing behind her with her elbows. Zach loosened his grip – and when she saw it was him, she was even more furious.

“What the fuck, Zach?” she said.

Her daughters were watching wide-eyed.

“Calm your cunt, Babyhole,” said Zach. “I’m just testing you – and you failed.”

“What do you mean, testing?” asked Charlotte, furiously tugging her skirt down to make sure her groin was covered.

“If you react that way to a man in Etrebor, you’ll be arrested,” said Zach. “Being groped is a compliment – and using physical force against a man for any reason is a crime, punishable by female re-education. The correct reaction was to hold still and say, ‘Thank you, Master,’ or, ‘I love you, Master’.”

“You’re delusional,” said Charlotte. “We are absolutely not doing that in Etrebor.”

“This isn’t a joke, princess,” said Zach. “Etrebor is deadly serious. It’s expensive to buy a woman out of re-education, and I’m not putting my money up. If you act like a cunt to a man there, you’re on your own. You need to get this through your head.”

“I am not calling you Master,” said Charlotte. Brian had made her do that, and she hated it. She wouldn’t do it for Zach as well.

“Fine,” said Zach, “but just see that whatever you call me, that it’s respectful.”

He turned to the girls.

“And who are these gorgeous young women?” he asked.

“This is…” – Charlotte stopped and blushed – “Samantha Sweetie and Kitty Cuddles.”

Zach knew this already – he’d had to sign off on their name changes, and had already expressed his amusement at their embarrassing birth names. But he looked at them and smiled.

“And what are your real names, girls?” he asked.

“My Etreborian name is the Rapeable Browneye zol Zach,” said KC eagerly.

“How pretty,” said Zach. “And I see my name is there. Do you know why that is?”

“It’s because you own us, sir,” said KC brightly.

“That’s right, Kitty,” said Zach. He looked at Sam. “And your name?”

“Sam,” said Sam, sullenly.

Zach frowned. “I know you don’t like your new name, Sweetie, but if you can’t get used to answering to it, you’re going to have trouble in Etrebor. You know, if you answered that way to an Etreborian father, he’d pull down your panties right here, in public, and spank your ass.”

“Just fucking try it,” spat Sam.

“All you have to do is tell me your name,” said Zach. “I need to see that you know it, or else we’re going to have trouble with your passport.”

Sam was silent for a moment, and then she finally said, “The Rapeable Fuckbags zol Zach.”

“That’s right,” said Zach. “Good girl.”

“Do you have the tickets?” asked Charlotte, eager to end this humiliation of her daughters.

“Of course,” said Zach.

It had been another frustration that Zach had to buy the tickets. Women weren’t allowed to buy seats on flights to Etrebor. They had to have a man purchase the seats for them.

“Are they at least good seats?” she asked.

“It’s a packed flight,” said Zach. “I got the last seats available. One Human seat in First Class, one Decoration Seat in first class, and two tickets for Women’s Class.”

“Wait,” said Charlotte. “What does that mean?”

“Well, a Human seat is a seat for a man,” said Zach, “and I can take one of you girls with me as a Decoration. The other two will have to ride Women’s Class.”

“Is that like Economy?” asked Charlotte.

“Sort of,” said Zach.

“So we’re not sitting together?” asked Charlotte, feeling stupid as she said it, because the answer was obvious, but she was still struggling to get over the idea that they weren’t sitting together.

“Sorry,” said Zach. “It was this, or wait another week for the next flight.”

The Etrebor office was expecting them this week. Waiting another week would be disastrous. Zach had done the right thing.

“So… I guess I’m sitting with you, then?” asked Charlotte.

Zach furrowed his brow. “You want your daughters to go without an adult escort?” he said. “On an Etreborian flight?”

As soon as he said it, Charlotte saw the sense. No, she absolutely couldn’t leave her daughters alone on a flight to this degraded country.

But she didn’t like the thought of one sitting with Zach either.

“Look,” said Zach, as if reading your thoughts, “you can either have one of your girls sitting next to me, or have them both sitting next to Etreborian men.”

Etreborian men didn’t even regard women as human. But which daughter should sit with Zach?

The answer was obvious. If she told Sam to do it, she would create a scene. She would disrespect Zach, and cause problems, and she might even get thrown off the plane.

“Kitty, honey,” she said to KC, “do you mind sitting with Zach?”

“Not at all!” said KC, bouncing. “It’ll be a chance to get to know my new daddy!”

Charlotte winced. “He’s not your…” she began. Except, legally, he was. And she would have to get used to pretending that their marriage was real, at least in public, if she expected to get by in Etrebor.

“Fine,” she said, instead.

“Great,” said Zach. “Here are your Women’s Class tickets.” He passed Charlotte two paper tickets, and then pointed her towards a gateway that said, “Packing Room”. “You can board the plane immediately, through that door. We’ll go to the First Class boarding lounge.”

Then he slapped his forehead with his hand. “I almost forgot. You girls will need your pussies unlocked for transport.”

Charlotte had almost gotten used to having her pussy locked shut. The idea of having it unlocked gave her a wave of relief. But she was also suspicious.

“What?” she said. “Why?”

“In case you need to be searched for contraband,” said Zach. “It’s a requirement. Just come here, I can do it without anyone seeing.”

Charlotte hated that this man was the only person with the key to her pussy lock, and that she was dependant on him to be able to access the inside of her own cunt.

She shuffled towards him awkwardly. Zach discreetly reached under her skirt, found her panties, and pulled them out of the way to access her pussy. He found the small padlock on her pussy rings, inserted his key into it, and a moment later his hands were visible again, holding the lock, and Charlotte felt her pussy lips parting for the first time since she had received the piercings.

He did it for Sam and KC too. Sam blushed, but KC was excited. Charlotte hated that this vile man’s hands were touching her daughter’s cunts, but there was little she could do about it.

“Thank you for unlocking my pussy, daddy,” said KC when hers was done. Sam just glowered.

And then they were separating – Charlotte herding Sam towards the “Packing Room” while Zach escorted KC towards the First Class lounge.

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Charlotte knew she had made a mistake as soon as she walked into the Packing Room. It wasn’t a waiting lounge, or any normal boarding process. Instead, it was full of wire pet cages, each of the size to hold a large dog, and within each and every cage were two nude women, bound together in a 69 position, their faces in each other’s cunts. Many of them were licking each other’s pussies.

It was overwhelming. Nude women of every skin colour, all treated in a dehumanised, processed fashion, and stacked four crates high.

She turned to leave. Etrebor be damned – she and Sam were leaving, now. They would get KC and go home.

Except two large black Etreborian men had moved to bar the exit, and another man was pulling her tickets out of her hand.

“Strip,” said one of the men.

“No,” said Charlotte. “There’s been a mistake. We’re not… we’re not travelling like this. You need to let us out.”

One of the guards chuckled.

“All the bitches say that on their first flight,” he said. “But you’ve got no choice, honey. Your owner sent you here. This room has a special arrangement – it’s Etreborian land, like the embassy, and Etreborian laws apply here. Now you can strip, or we can strip you.”

Another man spoke.

“The ticket conditions give us your owner’s permission to rape you, if it’s necessary to promote compliance,” he said. “Do you need to suck my dick to understand your place here?”

“No…” moaned Charlotte. “No…”

Sam pulled away from her and tried to push past the men at the door. “What the fuck?” she squealed. “Let us out!”

One of the men grabbed Sam by the hair, and then slapped her across the face, hard. The other grabbed at her shirt and pulled it, hard, causing it to rip away and expose her bra.”

“Strip,” said the first man again. “Or we’ll strip you. And then educate you.”

Charlotte felt herself crying. She realised, for the first time, that she had made a mistake in asking to go to Etrebor. She had been foolish, and she had exposed herself and her daughters to humiliation and degradation, all for the sake of her career.

“Samantha Sweetie,” she said, “I think it’s best we do as we’re told.”

“No!” screamed Samantha. “They’re not putting us in a cage!”

The guard holding her casually ripped her skirt off her, and then her panties, exposing her cunt.

“Samantha!” snapped Charlotte. “Stop struggling, or they’ll rape us! I’m sorry – I’m sorry we’re here. But we have to do as we’re told now, or else…” Her words trailed off in a choked sob.

“Do as your birth-cunt says, bitch,” said the guard holding Samantha. “Or don’t. I kind of want to see what your cunt feels like on my dick.”

Samantha screamed in rage – but she stopped struggling.

Slowly, Charlotte began to remove her clothes, trying to be a good role model for her daughter.

After a while, Sam was calm enough that the guard released her, and Sam removed her remaining clothes – her bra, and her shoes and socks.

Soon both mother and daughter were naked in front of the men. Sam was crying too, by now.

“Over here, to the cage, bitches,” said the first man.

They were led to an empty wire cage. It was a little different from a dog cage, in that instead of having a door at the front, it was designed so that all the sides lay open, and the occupants got in place, and then the cage walls were lifted into place around them and secured.

They made Sam lie on her side in the cage. Then they Charlotte take a reverse position, her legs near her daughter’s head and vice versa.

The guards then moved in and arranged them. They pulled Sam’s legs apart, and pushed Charlotte’s head into the space between them, so she was looking at her daughter’s spread cunt, and then did the same with Sam, nestling her face close to her mother’s pussy.

They took elastic straps and connected them to Sam’s labia rings, hooking to both rings on each side. The strap turned out to run behind Charlotte’s head, pulling her tightly against her daughter’s cunt. She could, with effort, keep her face from touching her daughter’s twat, but she couldn’t maintain that position for long, and when she relaxed her face was pressed directly against Sam’s spread cunt. She tasted her daughter’s pussy juices on her lips.

A similar strap was connected to Charlotte’s own pussy rings, and soon she felt her daughter’s lips pressing against her fuckhole.

The guards saw that Charlotte had nipple rings as well, and they connected a further strap to these, passing around Sam’s back, that held the two women tightly together, while creating a constant painful tug on Charlotte’s sensitive tits. When Sam wiggled or struggled, the pain grew worse.

Charlotte was crying with shame and humiliation into her daughter’s cunt, trussed nude like an animal for transport to a foreign country.

And then the final preparation: a guard took a syringe, and plunged it into the side of Charlotte’s breast. She squealed with pain into Sam’s cunt. Sam got the same treatment a moment later.

“A little drug to keep you happy and docile,” said the guard.

Then the cage was pulled into place around them, trapping them in their lewd position.

“It’s a long flight,” said the guards. “If you feel the need to relieve your bladder, just let go. We have girls at the other end whose job is to lick the cages clean.”

Charlotte and Sam were stacked in a pile of other girl-cages, and then shortly afterwards they were moved to a trolley, and wheeled out of the terminal, across the tarmac, in full view of the aircraft ground crew and passengers watching from the boarding lounges above. They were pushed into the aircraft hold, stacked tightly with other moaning, writhing, caged girls.

And then the cargo bay doors were closed, and they were in darkness.

She felt Sam pull her head back from her cunt.

“Mom,” she said, “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay, baby,” said Charlotte. “We’ll get through this.” It was an effort to keep her face out of Sam’s cunt. She relaxed, and let her lips rest against her daughter’s twat again.

But Sam’s cunt was noticeably wetter than it had been, and Sam moaned as Charlotte’s face rested against it.

She realised her own cunt was wet too. In fact, the entire cargo hold smelled of wet cunt.

The shot they had given her in her breast It had contained an aphrodisiac. Her body was becoming horny, despite herself.

Her daughter’s pussy kept getting wetter, practically gushing over Charlotte’s face. And to her horror, as she felt the plane taxiing to take off, Sam began actively humping her cunt against her mother’s face.

She pulled away.

“Sam,” she said. “Don’t. We need to control ourselves.”

“I can’t, mom,” said Sam, tears in her voice. “I’m sorry. I’m so horny – I can’t think straight.”

“No!” protested Charlotte.

In response, she felt Sam’s tongue lick at her pussy.

Charlotte couldn’t help herself. She immediately bucked her hips against her daughter’s face.

“See, mom?” said Sam. “It feels good. It’s not our fault. It’s those drugs. It doesn’t count. Just… like you said, we need to get through this.”

“Samantha Sweetie,” said Charlotte. “No. It’s wrong…”

Sam gripped Charlotte’s clit ring in her teeth, and pulled.

Charlotte yowled.

“This is your fault, mom,” said Sam. “It’s the least you can do. And if you don’t, I’ll make this flight hell.”

She pulled on Charlotte’s clit again.

There was nothing Charlotte could do. She relaxed, and began to lick her daughter’s clitoris and fuckhole.

In response, Sam began to eagerly return the favour. And when Charlotte soon orgasmed from her daughter’s tongue, she felt like it was the most degrading thing she had ever done.

It wasn’t the record-holder for long, though, because three hours later, with the plane still in flight, Charlotte could no longer hold her bladder any longer, and she was forced to piss on her daughter’s face. Moments after, Sam yielded to the same pressure, and Charlotte felt her daughter peeing onto her own face.

And then, only minutes after that, still horny, Charlotte and Sam began to lick each other’s cunts again.

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