Story: The Etrebor Assignment, Part 11

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The apartment that Charlotte’s family were staying in was in the Uhra district of Etrebor City, a mixed retail/office/residential area with many high-rise buildings.

“This is the Jathriha Building,” Zach told the girls as he let Charlotte out of the passenger seat, and her daughters out of the boot. “It’s named after an Etreborian general who personally orchestrated the rape and impregnation of a hundred dissident women during the War Against Feminism of the 1960s.”

And indeed, a bronze statue near the entrance of the building showed two nude crying kneeling women licking the exposed cock of a handsome man in military uniform.

“It’s customary for women to say ‘thank you’ every time you pass a statue or portrait of a man who significantly contributed to putting women in their proper place,” Zach added, as he reattached the cunt leashes to the girls.

Charlotte didn’t want to do any such thing, but she found it difficult to argue when she was half naked and being led around by a leash attached to her genitals, so she muttered, “Thank you,” as she passed the statue. Her daughters did likewise – KC with significantly more enthusiasm than Sam.

They entered the foyer, and took the lift up to the fifteenth floor, which Zach told them their apartment was on.

When the elevator stopped, they were in for another shock. Back home, an area in an apartment complex like this would have been a largely featureless corridor, dotted only by doors.

But instead, large sections of the corridor wall were glass, each looking into a pair of rooms in the apartment within. In each, one of the rooms was a woman’s bedroom, and the other was a small bathroom. The contents – and occupants – of each room were on full display to the corridor.

Many were empty at this time of day, but the group walked past a room where a pretty redheaded woman was restrained and gagged, nude, on a bed, with a fucking machine pumping a dildo in and out of her pussy.

In another, a blonde woman was masturbating as she showered. When she saw Charlotte’s group watching, she turned towards them and spread her pussy lips to give them a better look.

Charlotte didn’t like the look of obvious interest on KC’s face as she stared at the naked blonde’s twat.

In a third room, a collared nude brunette was on all fours, eating what appeared to be dog food from a bowl on the ground. Her ass was bruised, showing signs of some recent punishment.

“What is all this?” asked Charlotte.

“The display suite,” said Zach. “It’s standard in many buildings like this. I understand if none of you girls want to make use of it; it will make the apartment a bit more crowded, but we’ll make do.”

Charlotte felt a sense of relief that Zach didn’t expect herself or her daughters to make use of such a degrading arrangement.

Zach opened the door to their apartment and led them in.

Inside, it was beautiful, expensive, and modern. A large central living space with lounge, TV, and dining table dominated the apartment, with an adjacent kitchen area. Three small doors led off from this lounge area – one to the “display suite”, one to a smallish bedroom with a double bed, and one to an office area with two desks, two computers, and a printer.

Glass doors led out onto a balcony, which appeared to offer a superb view out over Etrebor City.

Another large door led to a master bedroom that was large enough to include its own couches and coffee table. This led into a large bathroom with a spa, shower, and toilet, plus a walk-in robes.

There was no door separating the master bedroom from its bathroom.

Charlotte looked around.

“Where’s the regular bathroom?” she asked.

“There are only two,” said Zach. “The en suite here, or in the display suite.”

“But… neither of them have privacy,” Charlotte complained.

“Well, Etrebor believes that women don’t deserve privacy,” said Zach, “but I’ll step out of the room in the short term, and we can get a curtain in the near future.”

Charlotte didn’t like it, but it would have to do.

“What about beds?” she said.

“Well, as my wife, it would be normal for you to share my bed,” said Zach. “And normally one of your daughters would sleep in the display suite, and one in the other bedroom. But seeing as you won’t want to use the display suite, we can put you in my bed, and both your daughters in the double bed.”

“I don’t want to share a bed with you, Zach,” said Charlotte.

“Well, then, one of your daughters can share my bed, and you can bunk with the other,” said Zach. “I do have to sleep in this bed, I’m afraid. The Etreborian Cuckold Laws would punish me very harshly for failing to act as the head of this household, and I don’t want to risk anyone learning that I’ve given up the master bedroom to a female.”

Charlotte shook her head. “I’ll sleep on the couches in the main room, then.”

But Zach wasn’t happy with this either. “I’m required to ensure the women in my household are provided for appropriately,” he said. “You can sleep in a bed, you can be restrained in bondage, you can sleep in a pet bed at the foot of a bed occupied by a man, or you can sleep in a cage.”

He opened a cupboard door in the master bedroom, and Charlotte saw three large dog-cages, similar to the one she had occupied on the plane, vertically stacked.

“Maybe you want to put one of your daughters in a cage, and sleep with the other one?” he asked. “Or you could occupy the display suite. I should warn you that for reasons of public aesthetics, you’re not allowed to be fully dressed while in the display suite.”

“It’s okay, mom,” said KC. “I can sleep with Zach, and you can sleep with Sam.”

Charlotte blushed at the memory of licking Sam’s cunt, and Sam licking hers.

“Absolutely not,” she said. “I’ll… I’ll sleep with you tonight, Zach. But you’re not to touch me. And we’ll see how that goes.”

“Sure,” replied Zach, smiling. Then he turned serious.

“Now, this is our private space, so you can wear what you like in here, and nobody’s going to notice if you don’t obey Etreborian law,” he said. “But there are some rules that we need to keep to, because there’s very significant consequences if we get caught breaking them.”

“Number one: all cooking, cleaning and domestic chores need to be done by one of you girls. It is very illegal for a man to be caught doing women’s work if there’s a woman available to do it. It’s up to you how you arrange that, but you need to make sure it’s done, because if anyone ever sees the house in an unclean or untidy state there will be very serious questions asked.”

“Number two: you must dress attractively. You don’t need to go nude around the house or anything, but for every outfit you should ask, ‘Does this make a man want to fuck me?’ It’s a crime for a woman to deliberately look unfuckable, and if anyone sees you in unattractive clothing, the government could take you away from me and put you into forced re-education.”

“Number three: no backtalk and no disrespect. If you disrespect me, I have to punish you. If I’m seen to not punish you for a bitchy attitude, I could go to jail, and you’ll probably be sent for re-education.”

“And number four: you each need to set aside two hours a day for making yourself better women, according to Etreborian standards. That will be 90 minutes of improvement, and 30 minutes to write a diary of what you’ve done. It’s up to you what you do in this time, but from time to time public officials may want to inspect your diary, so it needs to be up to date and you need to be able to answer questions on it. I’m not going to go out of my way to make sure you’re doing your improvement, but I need you to not put me in a position where I know you’re not doing it, as I’ll be obliged to report you or face punishment myself.”

He passed each of the women a small booklet, entitled, “You’re Worthless, But You Could Be Slightly Less Worthless: A Bitch’s Guide To Self-Improvement”.

Charlotte flipped it open. The table of contents listed articles such as, “Teaching Yourself To Cum From Abuse”, “Accept Your Biological Inferiority”, and “How To Get Your Udders To Lactate”.

She closed it again, and shuddered.

With that, Zach came forward and unleashed the girls’ cunts.

“Do I really have to share a room with Sam, mom?” whined KC. “I don’t mind sleeping in the display suite. It’ll be fun.”

“Kitty Cuddles, I am not having you shower and urinate in front of an audience,” said Charlotte, sternly. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near that disgusting room. You can share a bed with your sister perfectly fine.”

“Well, then, can’t you put Sam in a cage?” pouted KC.

Sam’s eyes widened. “Fuck off, you little brat!” she said, and punched her sister on the shoulder.

“Ow!” objected KC. “Mom!”

“Stop it,” said Charlotte. “Both of you go to your room and use your luggage to change into appropriate clothes.”

The girls scurried away.

Once they were gone, Zach closed the door of the master bedroom, with himself and Charlotte inside.

“Aren’t you going to leave me alone so I can change?” asked Charlotte.

“I think what you mean to say is ‘thank you’,” said Zach.

“For what?” asked Charlotte.

“For allowing your daughters to wear clothes,” said Zach. “For not making one of them sleep in the display suite. For not putting you in a cage and taking one of your daughters into my bed.”

Charlotte made a face. “Thank you for being half-way decent?” she said. “You couldn’t make us do any of those things anyway.”

“I think you’ll find that in Etrebor, a man can make a woman do anything,” said Zach. “You know I could ring the Bitch Re-education Service at any time and report you all for re-education, no questions asked.”

Charlotte trembled a little. From what she had seen of Etrebor so far, she had no reason to think that Zach was bluffing. But she put on a brave face.

“You can’t just… lose me in Etrebor,” she said. “We were sent on a team mission. The board has expectations.”

“Do you seriously think that anyone on the board wouldn’t be delighted to hear that you were being forcibly retrained as a fucktoy?” said Zach. “Particularly if I offered to let them use you?”

Charlotte couldn’t stop her body from shaking in a way that Zach could see. She was scared now. She had assumed that all the humiliations so far were just for show, but that once they got down to business she would be Zach’s equal once again.

“Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice. “Thank you for letting my daughters wear clothes. Thank you for not making them use the display suite.”

“You’re welcome,” said Zach. “So here’s the deal. I’m not a monster. Are you willing to make a deal?”

A deal didn’t sound good – but it sounded better than calling Zach’s bluff, and finding out whether he would use the full male privilege of Etrebor against her.

“What’s the deal?” she asked.

“Three rules,” said Zach. “Obey three rules, and I’ll ask for nothing else, and I’ll keep my hands off your daughters – even if they want my hands.”

“What are the rules?” asked Charlotte.

“Number one: you do not ever, ever express a feminist opinion around your daughters. No matter what patriarchal degradation you see, you tell your daughters that it’s reasonable and justified.”

Charlotte felt like she might throw up. “I can’t do that,” she objected.

Zach shrugged. “Feminism is a designated terrorist ideology in Etrebor,” he said. “Expressing feminist opinions can get you arrested, raped, imprisoned, or executed. All I’m asking you to do is help make sure that your daughters don’t go through that. Surely you don’t want your daughters arrested as terrorists?”

She took a deep breath. She felt trapped.

“All right,” she said. “What else?”

“I’ll get a curtain for the bathroom to give your daughters privacy,” he said, “but there’ll be none for you. You’ll bathe, dress and undress, and toilet where I can see you.”

He had already seen her nude. Was it so bad?

“Okay,” she said.

“And third, you will choose a woman in your family to share my bed every night. I assume you’ll choose yourself every time, but you don’t have to. If you’re the one who shares my bed, I will ejaculate into you. You can choose the hole.”

Fucking Zach every night? It was gross.

But the truth was that Zach was a pleasurable fuck, no matter how much Charlotte hated him. It had been degrading to suck his cock in the car, but his cum had tasted good. (His piss, less so.) Was it really so terrible to fuck him, or suck him off, each night? If it protected her daughters?

“Fine,” she said. “You have a deal.”

Zach smiled a big smile. “Excellent,” he said. “I’m so glad you decided to be reasonable.”

Then he snapped his fingers.

“What are you waiting for?” he said. “Strip.”

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