Story: The Etrebor Assignment, Part 9

Previous chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

===

There were two forces competing for Charlotte’s identity.

On the one hand, there were long years empowering herself as a single mother, fighting a misogynistic culture and work environment to rise to a senior-position in a male-dominated field. Those were years when she had struggled to teach her daughters feminist ideals, and imbue in them the notion that they were equal to – or better than – any man, and that they were intelligent, dignified women who deserved respect and rights.

On the other hand, there was the experience of pissing on her daughter Sam’s face while bound in a slutty 69 in a dark airplane cargo hold surrounded by dozens of sweaty, horny, naked caged women. There was the experience of being unable to stop herself from pressing her pissy cunt against her daughter’s mouth in the hope that Sam would lick her clitoris, a slave to the powerful aphrodisiac drugs that had been injected into her tits by the officer in the packing room. There was the taste of her own daughter’s cunt in her mouth, mixed with the taste of Sam’s piss, and the knowledge that she had both orgasmed from receiving cunnilingus from her daughter, and given Sam an orgasm in return.

Charlotte would never have the respect of any man who had seen those things happen. She would never deserve the respect of any man who had seen those things happen. The shame of it was overwhelming.

She had been stupid to want to come to Etrebor. She had been stupid, and a slut. She had been a stupid slut.

But it was too late to change her mind. It was already happening. And before she knew it, the plane was landing in Etrebor.

When the plane had come to a stop, the cargo bay opened, and Etreborian men came in to unload the caged women.

Charlotte and Sam’s cage was lifted physically into the air, and carried out on the plane, and placed on the tarmac, wedged up against other cages of women.

One of the baggage handles saw that Charlotte was trying to look up at him, and Sam was struggling against her bonds. He kicked the cage, hard, making Charlotte and Sam flinch.

“Keep licking, bitches,” he said, in thickly-accented English. “You will keep licking until you are let out of your cage by your owner. If you stop you will be punished.”

Charlotte, helpless, went back to licking her daughter’s spread pussy as the handler watched.

“Good,” he said.

Then he took out his cock and began to piss on her.

The other handlers were doing the same and aiming at other cages of women, moving from one to the next, pissing on the nude women, most of whom were arranged in cunt-licking lesbian pairs like Charlotte and Sam. They had an air of boredom as they did this, and Charlotte realised that, for whatever reason, this was a normal part of unpacking women from the plane.

She flinched as the man’s piss drenched her hair, and Charlotte’s, and ran down her face and into her mouth as she licked her daughter’s twat. But she made no complaint.

After the handlers had drained their bladder, they got large hoses, and turned them on the cages. Charlotte squealed as she was blasted with cold high-pressure water. Sam squealed too – and Charlotte blushed as she realised that the feel of her daughter screaming into her cunt actually felt good.

At least the water washed the urine off the women, which was presumably the point.

Afterwards, they were loaded onto trolleys, and conveyed into the terminal, where they were loaded onto a baggage carousel. The moving carousel carried the cages from the loading area out into the terminal proper, in full view of crowds of mostly-male passengers.

Charlotte hated to keep licking Sam’s cunt with all these people able to see, but she took the handler’s warning seriously.

And then suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.

“There they are! There’s mom and Sam – I mean, Fuckbags! Oh, look how they’re bound! That’s hot!”

It was KC. She was wearing clothes that Charlotte had certainly never bought for her – six inch high heels, a tiny white miniskirt, and a tight pink crop top with the words “DADDY’S LITTLE CUNT” on it.

From her angle on the carousel, Charlotte could see that KC wasn’t wearing any panties. In fact, a leash was clipped to her pussy piercings, and the end of that leash was in the hand of Zach, standing beside her.

Zach stepped forward and, with some effort, pulled their cage bodily from the carousel onto the airport terminal floor. He then knelt down, opened the cage, and slowly began to unclip and untie the two women, disengaging the bonds from their piercings and allowing them to finally roll away from each other.

Charlotte did not enjoy the feel of Zach’s hands exploring her tits and her pussy to disengage her – but she was so overwhelmingly grateful to be free that she held still and let his fingers go where they wanted.

His last action was to clip the end of a dog leash to the labia piercings of both girls. He then straightened, and passed a bundle of clothing to Charlotte and Sam as they each stood up.

Everywhere around them were fully-clothed men – and a good number of fully-clothed women, too, although the women’s clothes were often far more revealing than anything Charlotte would have expected to see in public back at home. There were some naked women here and there too – and of these, while some were walking, others were crawling on all fours.

The one things all the women had in common was that they were leashed. The connection of the leash varied from woman to woman. Many wore dog collars around their necks. For some, the leash was visibly connected to a labia or clitoris piercing, or to a butt plug, or otherwise vanished beneath the hem of a short skirt. Some women had leashes connected to nipple piercings, or to bondage around the base of their breasts. Some had their hands cuffed, with the leash extending from the cuffs. But the end of every leash was firmly held in the hands of a man.

Charlotte was so embarrassed to be naked, in this public place in front of so many people, that she began pulling on the clothes Zach had given her without even looking at them. It was only when she had the skirt and shirt on that she realised these were not any clothes that she herself had packed to wear.

The skirt was tiny. It barely covered the bottom of her pussy, and very little of her ass. And the shirt was too small – it stretched over her large bra-less tits lewdly, Both items were pink, and printed on the shirt in large white letters was the word “CUNT”.

There was no underwear – only a pair of impractically high heels, much like the pair KC was wearing.

“What is this?” said Charlotte, aware that her hard nipples were visibly prominent through the shirt. She tried to cross her arms over her tits, to hide them, and to hide the degrading word printed on the shirt . “These aren’t our clothes.”

“Etreborian clothes,” said Zach. “I thought you might need them – I put them in my carry-on. But there wasn’t a lot of room in my weight allowance, so there’s not a lot of fabric. Your suitcases have already been forwarded to our house – you’ll be able to access them there.”

Charlotte looked at Sam, who had also dressed. Her skirt was just as short, but her T-shirt was somewhat more concealing. It was in purple, and showed an iconographic image featuring stick figures. It took Charlotte a moment to realise what it depicted – a stick-figure man with his cock in the mouth of a kneeling stick-figure woman, with a dotted yellow line extending from the end of his cock and down the woman’s throat, to indicate that he was pissing into her mouth.

“Do you really think this is appropriate for us to wear?” asked Charlotte, furious.

“Etreborian law,” said Zach. “Outside of certain events and locations, unless you have a Prestige Bitch licence, or are in employment that demands a uniform, then if both a woman’s tits and cunt are covered in a public place, her clothes must degrade her at least as much as being nude. Now, come along, Babyhole.”

And with that, Zach pulled on their leashes. Charlotte squealed as she felt the leash tug her cunt, and took a couple of unsteady steps forward on the awkward high heels. Sam did likewise.

“Zach!” she objected. “You’re not really going to pull us around by those…”

Zach responded by tugging on the leashes again, and beginning to walk. Charlotte and Sam were forced to trot along behind him to keep up – or risk being pulled by their pussies.

KC had no trouble walking beside Zach – there was a lot of slack in her leash – and she giggled to see her mother and sister blushingly following behind Zach like his pets.

As they walked through the terminal, they were assaulted by a dozen shocking sites – and the full reality of Etrebor began to set in for Charlotte.

There was a man standing by a wall, engaged in an animated business discussion on his phone. His pants were around his ankles, and two girls were kneeling beside him – one in front, sucking his cock, and one behind, her face between his ass cheeks as she licked his anus. The man was completely ignoring them, as if they were nothing more than objects to service him.

The girls looked like sisters. Charlotte wondered if the man was their employer, their boyfriend, their owner – or their father.

A TV was playing nearby. The chyron on the screen identified the broadcast as the “Female Education Channel”, but the video was showing a nude big-titted woman crying as she was raped by a muscular man, who was repeatedly slapping her face as he fucked her.

A little later, they passed a square area filled with sand. Two women were squatting in it, connected by leashes to male owners nearby. Each woman had her skirt raised, and was pissing in the sand, out in public where anyone could see her. Charlotte realised with shock that this was a public litterbox, where women were expected to piss like animals.

Off to one side, there was a loud slap, and Charlotte turned to see that a man in a suit had just struck a buxom woman whose leash he held across the face. He said something to her in Etreborian, and then slapped her again.

When her response was clearly not sufficient for him, he then pulled up the woman’s shirt to expose her nude breasts, and began striking them rhythmically, hard enough to make a noise. The woman squealed and writhed, but made no effort to escape.

A group of nearby men, watching the display, laughed, and one said something that caused the woman to blush an even deeper red.

Finally, the beating finished, and the woman said – in clear English, “Thank you for beating my oversized fuckbags, Master. I am a stupid cunt and I deserve it.”

Her owner said nothing, merely tugging on her leash and continuing on his way, with his beaten slave hurrying along behind.

“Mom, I’m scared,” whispered Sam, as they hurried behind Zach.

“I know, baby,” said Charlotte. “I’m so sorry. It’ll be okay, I promise. But it’ll be better at home. Just stay focused on getting out of the airport, and it will all be better.”

An advertisement on the airport wall showed a man applying a red liquid to the outside of a condom in one frame, and then fucking a beautiful blonde who was clearly in agony in a second frame.

The text read, “Buy ZOZO’S HOT SAUCE to make her rape more painful! Our irritant will cause her agony with every thrust, while doing no lasting damage to her fuckhole! Her screams will make you harder than ever!”

Zach looked back at them as he tugged them towards the final doors leading to the world outside.

“Isn’t Etrebor a wonderful place?” he asked, smiling.

===

You can get the original novel The Etrebor Exchange for only $7.99 USD in the All These Roadworks store right now!  Don’t miss out!  (Click here to view.)

===