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Zach had arranged for a car for them to travel to their apartment. But when the group emerged from the airport terminal and made their way to the rental carpark, further degradations awaited Charlotte’s family.
“All right,” said Zach. “Two girls in the boot, and one in the front. You can choose the arrangement.”
“Why?” said Charlotte. “There’s a perfectly good back seat.”
Zach shook his head. “Etreborian law. You can travel with one decoration-bitch in the service seat, but otherwise women aren’t allowed to be in the back seat unless they have a man with them or the boot is full.”
“I’ll go in the front!” said KC eagerly.
But Charlotte hadn’t liked the words “service seat” – and in any case, she wasn’t sure she could bear to be trapped in a confined space with Sam again just yet.
“I’ll ride with Zach,” said Charlotte. “You girls can go in the boot. Be good.”
She expected some resistance from Sam – but her eldest daughter was in shock, from the degrading incestuous plane ride, and from what she had seen in Etrebor upon arrival. When Zach opened the boot of the rental car, she climbed in without complaint, and her sister followed her. Zach closed the boot on them, and then motioned for Charlotte to get in the front.
The front seats of the car had an unusual configuration. Instead of being divided by a console and gearstick, the gearstick was slightly forward, and the two front seats were joined together behind it. In addition, the seatbelts looked a little strange.
Zach got into the driver’s seat, and Charlotte got into the passenger’s side and tried to work out the seatbelts.
“No,” said Zach. “Lie down.” He patted his lap.
Charlotte’s eyes widened. She could now see that the joined seats were perfectly designed for someone sitting in the passenger seat to lie sideways and put their head in the driver’s lap.
“I’m fine sitting up, thanks,” said Charlotte.
Zach looked at her. “Did you not do any research on Etrebor?” he said. “I’ll be pulled over by police and fined if they see a woman sitting upright in a car as though she’s a person. You need to keep your head down.”
He patted his lap again.
Charlotte’s regrets about coming to Etrebor intensified. With reluctance, she leaned sideways, allowing her head to rest in Zach’s lap. With distaste, she could feel that his cock was hard under her cheek.
Zach leaned over and fiddled with the passenger side seatbelts, and Charlotte now learned what they were for. They did up low and tight, across her hips, and across her chest, practically trapping her in place. She couldn’t have lifted herself if she wanted to. Nor could she reach the clips to undo the belts without help.
With this done, Zach reached down and adjusted his pants – and with horror, Charlotte realised that he was unzipping his fly, and taking out his cock. When he was done, his hard cock was directly in front of her face, pressing against her lips – and Charlotte couldn’t pull away from it.
“Zach…” she said – intending to ask him what the hell he was doing – but as soon as she opened her mouth, his cock went into it. She could taste his pre-cum.
With effort, she used her tongue to push his dick back out, and then closed her mouth.
She couldn’t even turn her head to glare at him. She was stuck looking at his erect cock. And she couldn’t say anything without letting it into her mouth.
“It’s a shame you didn’t let Kitty Cuddles ride up here,” said Zach. “She would have been happy to suck. She’s a very good girl, you know.”
Charlotte’s face burned with rage. What had happened between Zach and her daughter on the flight? If Zach had done anything to KC, she would… she would…
She would do nothing, right now. She was immobile, unable to do anything but stare at Zach’s cock and choose between sucking it or letting it bounce against her face.
Zach started the car, and began to drive away from the airport.
“Did you enjoy licking Samantha Sweetie’s cunt in the transport cage?” asked Zach. “Did your daughter’s pussy taste good?”
Charlotte fumed, and was silent.
Zach looked down briefly. “Are you reluctant to open your mouth?” he said. “I’ll tell you what. Stick out your tongue a little for yes, and bounce your head a bit for no. Do you understand?”
She was silent.
Zach reached out with his left hand as he drove, found Charlotte’s breasts, and pinched her nipple cruelly. It was all Charlotte could do not to gasp. Her body writhed.
“Do you understand, Babyhole?” Zach asked again.
Charlotte tentatively stuck out her tongue, tasting the skin of Zach’s dick briefly, before withdrawing it.
“Good girl,” said Zach. “So answer the question – did you enjoy tasting your daughter’s cunt?”
Charlotte bounced her head in Zach’s lap – “no”. It rubbed her lips and cheek against Zach’s cock, and she grimaced with disgust as pre-cum from the tip of Zach’s erect cock smeared across her face.
Zach raised his voice, speaking loudly. “Your mother says your cunt is disgusting and dirty and tastes gross, Samantha,” he said.
Charlotte blushed. Of course her daughters might be able to hear what was being said, from their position in the boot. She wanted to reply, and say there was nothing wrong with Samantha’s pussy, and that it was just that incest was wrong. But of course she couldn’t open her mouth.
“It was a long flight,” said Zach, speaking now to Charlotte. “Did you end up pissing on your daughter’s face?”
Charlotte thought he already knew the answer. But she didn’t want to admit it. She remained silent, and Zach had to reach over and twist her nipple again to get her to answer.
“Did you piss on your daughter’s face?” Zach asked again.
Charlotte extended her tongue and licked Zach’s dick – “yes”.
“She says ‘yes’,” said Zach loudly.
This wouldn’t be news to Sam, but Charlotte didn’t like KC learning about it.
“Now, here’s a question,” said Zach. “Do you think that Sam deserved to be pissed on? In which case you should stick out your tongue. Or do you think she didn’t deserve it, and therefore you should be punished? In which case, bounce your head.”
Charlotte hated the question. Neither answer was correct. But she didn’t want Zach to “punish” her, when she was already half-nude and strapped down, with her head in his lap.
Reluctantly, she licked his dick a little.
“Your mother says you deserve to be pissed on, Samantha Sweetie,” said Zach loudly.
He then reached down and stroked Charlotte’s head, pushing her a little harder against his cock.
“Would you like to piss on your daughter’s face again?” he asked her.
Charlotte aggressively bounced her head in his lap. The friction of her face against Zach’s dick made him moan a little, and more of his pre-cum smeared on her face.
“Would you like to lick her pussy again?” asked Zach.
Charlotte bounced her head more.
“Would you like her to lick yours?” asked Zach.
Charlotte kept bouncing. Her lips were smeared with pre-cum now. She could taste it.
“Would you like to squeeze her tits?”
She bounced.
“Would you like her to suck on your nipples?”
Bounce.
“Would you like to watch KC and Sam lick each other’s pussies?”
Bounce.
“Would you like to watch a man fuck them?”
Bounce.
“Would you like them to be in a porn film?”
Bounce.
“Would you like me to stop asking these questions?”
Bounce – and then her face went red. That was the wrong answer. She frantically stuck her tongue out to lick Zach’s cock, finding it slimy with his cum and her own saliva, but he was already laughing.
“Your wish is my command,” he said. “More questions then. Would you like me to piss on your face?”
And she was back to bouncing.
“Would you like to lick KC’s cunt?”
Bounce.
“Would you like me to make your daughters go nude around the house for your sexual enjoyment?”
Bounce.
“Would you like me to impregnate KC?”
Very vigorous bouncing. Zach gasped in pleasure at the friction Charlotte was creating on his cock.
“Okay, last question,” said Zach. “You’ve pissed on Sam’s face, so I think it’s only fair that I get to as well. If you don’t want me to piss on Sam, I want you to show it by bouncing – and keep bouncing until we get to our destination. If you stop, I’ll know you secretly do want me to do that.”
Charlotte began to energetically bounce her head up and down. She knew she was basically masturbating Zach – his dick was sliding up and down the cleft made by her lips coming together – and his pre-cum was getting all over her face, and even into her eyes. But to stop would be to give in to him – and she knew that he would take it as permission to do some degrading thing to Sam.
She just needed to make it to their apartment. Then she would be in private, away from the Etreborian world, and she could reassert her dignity and authority. She could make her daughters safe, and set about the serious business she had come to this office for. And later, she could get her revenge on Zach.
And so she bounced, and bounced, running her lips up and down Zach’s rock-hard cock, hearing him gasp, feeling his dick twitch against her face.
She hoped they would reach the apartment soon.
But they were still driving when Zach said, quietly, “I’m about to cum. Either it can go on your face and the upholstery, and you can lick up your mess, or you can open your mouth for it. Your choice.”
It wasn’t really a choice. She couldn’t face her daughters with Zach’s sperm all over her face.
She opened her mouth, took his dick into it, and then a moment later she felt him start to cum down her throat.
She swallowed as well as she could – but when she tried to pull away afterwards, Zach’s hand was on her head, holding her down. And he was connecting another seatbelt strap over her head, holding her in place on his lap, with his cock trapped in her mouth.
“You stopped bouncing,” he told her, once the strap was secured. “I think that’s permission.”
She made outraged noises with her mouth full of dick. She tried to get his cock out of her mouth, but there simply wasn’t enough room to get her head away. She thought about biting him – but she knew she would regret it. She was helpless, after all.
She switched to a pleading kind of whimper. She couldn’t let this disgusting monster piss on her darling daughter’s face.
“What’s that?” asked Zach. “You’re saying I can piss in your mouth, if I leave Sam alone?”
She froze, horrified.
There was a long silence.
And then she, very deliberately, licked his cock.
Better her than Sam.
“Good girl,” said Zach. “Be sure to swallow it all. This is a rental car, after all. We don’t want to make a mess.”
And a moment later, she felt him begin to piss in her mouth – hot, acrid, and salty.
She hated it. She wanted to gag.
Instead, she swallowed – like a good girl.
Knowing that a man was using her as a toilet offended every instinct she had. Not even her ex-husband had done this to her. Knowing that she was submitting to it – allowing it to happen – giving permission for Zach to piss in her mouth – was even worse.
It was all for the good of her daughters, she told herself. By drinking Zach’s piss, she was being a good mother. It was noble, really.
And so she swallowed, and swallowed, and soon Zach’s bladder was empty.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Good little toilet.”
And even as she told herself this was a once-off, and that change was around the corner, part of her knew that she would soon be doing this again – and again…
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