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Charlotte hated undressing in front of Zach. She hated that she was forced to expose her tits and cunt to him. She hated that he had power over her. She hated that she was giving him sexual pleasure with her body.
It was clear to her now that she had made a very bad mistake in coming to Etrebor. It was a mistake she would have to correct – either by finding a way to reset the balance of power with Zach, or by fleeing the country to return home.
Both of those would take some thought. They would not help her tonight. And so all she could do was bare her udders and her pussy to Zach’s gaze, and stand there, shivering, waiting for permission to dress.
He looked her up and down, smiling.
“You’re fat, and your tits aren’t big enough,” he told her.
“I’m sorry, what?” Charlotte demanded, outraged. She wasn’t as skinny as she could be, but she knew she wasn’t overweight. And her breasts were already large enough that she sometimes had trouble buying bras that fit.
“I said you’re fat, and your tits aren’t big enough,” he said. “Apologise.”
“Like fuck I will,” she said. “That wasn’t part of our deal.”
He grinned – and then slapped her across the face.
“Don’t you dare cry, you bitch,” he hissed, as she pulled back. “Or else your daughters will hear, and you’ll have to explain why you deserved to be slapped, and why it’s normal and appropriate for a man to slap a woman.”
“You can’t…” she said.
“I told you, princess,” he said. “The law does not allow me to tolerate disrespect. I’ve told you two facts: that you’re fat, and your tits aren’t big enough. Now apologise, or I’ll slap you again.”
She was in shock. It was dawning on her that he could, indeed, slap her, again and again – and if she fought back enough to defend herself, it would be her who was committing a crime in the eyes of the Etreborian authorities. She could be arrested, and then her daughters would be at Zach’s mercy – or worse.
She felt herself on the verge of crying.
“I’m sorry for being fat, sir,” she said, in a small voice. “And I’m sorry my tits aren’t big enough.”
“You’re forgiven, for now,” said Zach. “Now, let’s play a game, shall we?”
She didn’t want to play any kind of game with him.
“Right now your daughters are getting dressed,” said Zach, “and you need to be a role model for them. So you need to dress sluttier than your daughters.”
“But I don’t know what they’re going to wear,” she protested.
“That’s right,” said Zach. “So you have to guess. And here’s the stakes. If one of your daughters wears something sluttier than you, I’ll fuck you in the ass tonight. But if you dress sluttier than both of them, you can just suck my cock.”
Charlotte didn’t like being ass-fucked at the best of times, and she has no particular faith that Zach would be gentle. Sucking his cock did sound preferable – and she’d already done it once that day.
“Remember,” said Zach, “I told your daughters that they need to look fuckable.”
Sam wouldn’t be a problem. She hated exposing her body. She’d probably go for something concealing but attractive.
It was KC that was the issue. The girl had always been a bit of a brat and a bit of a slut – and this whole Etrebor trip seemed to have given her permission to give in to her worst tendencies. Given Zach’s encouragement, there was every chance she would dress like a whore.
How far would she go? Would she try to go naked? Charlotte didn’t think so. KC still had some shame – and she still obeyed her mother to some extent. She would wear clothes. But Charlotte could certainly picture her going without panties, or maybe wearing a loose shirt but nothing else.
How could she look sluttier than that without going nude? She thought for a while, and then settled on an answer.
She removed her nicest set of lingerie from her suitcase. It was white, and practically bridal in design. There was a bra that was transparent from just above the nipples, that came up to connect to a white satin collar around her neck. There were white panties. There were stockings and garter belts. And she completed the outfit with a pair of white high heels, and a white hairband pulling her hair back into a ponytail.
She wore nothing else.
It was not appropriate to wear around the house. And yet, it covered her nipples and her pussy. She tried to pretend it was no different from wearing a bikini.
And she tried to pretend that it didn’t make her look like the perfect submissive domesticated bimbo wife.
Zach whistled when he saw the outfit.
“Very nice,” he said. “You look very rapeable.”
When she didn’t reply to this after a second, he grabbed her ponytail and slapped her face.
“I complimented you,” he said. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you, sir,” she gasped.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now, let’s go see how you compare to your daughters.”
To Charlotte’s embarrassment, when she emerged into the main room, both her daughters were dressed entirely appropriately. Attractive, yes, but in clothes they could wear in public back in their home town. Charlotte was the only one who looked like a slut.
“Fuck, mom,” said Sam, “what are you wearing? Did Zach make you wear that?”
Zach looked at her.
Charlotte felt herself going deep red. “No,” she said, “I chose this. I think it’s…appropriate, given… your new father… told us to look… fuckable.”
She didn’t like any part of what she was saying.
“What part of your mother do you think looks most fuckable, girls?” said Zach.
“Oh, her tits!” said KC eagerly. “I wish my tits were that big.”
“What about you, Samantha Sweetie?” asked Zach.
She looked uncomfortable. “I don’t like you calling me that.”
“Then I’ll call you Fuckbags,” said Zach. “That’s your Etreborian name. Now tell me what the most fuckable part of your mother is.”
“I guess… her ass,” said Sam. “It looks pretty hot in those panties.”
Charlotte squirmed, as her daughters objectified her for Zach’s entertainment. And yet her deal with Zach prevented her from complaining.
“Very good,” said Zach. “Now I’ll leave you ladies to prepare dinner. Make sure you observe the basic Etreborian customs. There’s a pamphlet on the table, I think.”
And with that, he retreated to his room – and Charlotte knew that it was his room, even if she would be sleeping there.
Charlotte led the girls in exploring the kitchen. There was already food waiting for them in the fridge and cupboard.
“Oh, gross,” said Sam, exploring the cupboard. “What’s this?”
Charlotte looked at what she was holding. It was a tin can, labelled “SLUT CHOW”, with a picture that showed a nude buxom woman, on all fours, eating some kind of jelly from a dog bowl. A subtitled read “Beef and Shit Flavour – The Taste She Deserves! Contains nutrients to promote fertility, arousal and stupidity!”
Charlotte shuddered.
“Put that away, Samantha Sweetie,” she said. “I’m sure some women in this horrible country are forced to eat such things, but Zach hasn’t said that we have to. There’s some chicken in the freezer here that will do us just fine.”
“Mom, I don’t like it here,” said Sam, as they began to get the meal ready. “It’s scary. I feel like I don’t have any rights. The men are… monstrous.”
Charlotte opened her mouth to answer – and then looked at the door to the master bedroom. Could Zach hear them? She remembered her deal with him – that she not express any feminist opinions to her daughters, and that she justify any abuse of women she saw in Etrebor.”
“Well, to be honest, Samantha Sweetie, you weren’t very happy back home,” she said. “Maybe you could learn some things here? Give the country a chance. It might surprise you.”
She blushed again. She was defending the merits of a country where men casually raped and degraded women, and she was doing it while dressed like a fuckdoll, cooking a meal for a man she hated – a man who had raped her and pissed in her mouth.
“They put us in cages,” objected Sam. “And made us… made us…”
Had made Charlotte and her daughter lick each other’s cunts and piss on each other.
“Well, to be honest, we were being kind of bitchy,” said Charlotte. “And I think it was a valuable lesson, because if we were bitchy to a man in Etrebor we would have gotten in a lot more trouble than that.”
“Did Sam’s cunt taste good, mom?” asked KC.
Charlotte blushed, and swatted at the back of KC’s head. “Don’t ask questions like that, Kitty,” she said.
KC pouted.
As the dinner came close to being finished, Charlotte consulted the pamphlet on the table that Zach had referred to. It detailed the basic expectations of an Etreborian dinner. Charlotte’s inner feminist bridled at the demeaning rules it laid out – but they weren’t so bad, really.
“After we place the dinner on the table, we remain standing until Zach tells us to sit,” said Charlotte to her daughters. “He might also tell us to kneel, or crawl, but I think he’ll let us eat at the table. Then we stay silent, and give him our full attention, until he gives us permission to eat. He might finish his entire dinner before allowing us to start, but I hope not. Then we each need to apologise for something about our gender before we eat.”
“What do you mean, apologise for our gender?” asked Sam.
“The example it gives here is, ‘I apologise for my oversized tits’, or ‘I apologise for my female stupidity’,” said Charlotte.
“That’s so demeaning!” said Sam.
Charlotte agreed, but instead she said, “Well, I think we can all think of some part of ourselves that’s a bit embarrassing or which could use improvement. We could all stand to be a little more humble.”
They placed the dinner, and called Zach in, and waited, standing, as he sat.
“You may sit,” he told them, to their relief.
Then he took two bites of his chicken and nodded with approval.
“You may eat,” he told them.
“I’m sorry for my ditzy female brain,” said KC brightly.
“I’m sorry for… being a disobedient bitch,” said Charlotte after a moment.
She looked at Sam significantly.
“I’m sorry for… fuck, I don’t know,” said Sam. “Sorry, I don’t know what to say.”
“Just think about what embarrasses you about being a woman, honey,” said Charlotte.
“I’m sorry for… menstruating,” said Sam, blushing.
“You’re forgiven,” said Zach.
And with that, the women were free to eat their dinner.
After dinner, they sat on the couch and watched an Etreborian movie.
Charlotte strategically placed herself between Zach and her daughters.
The movie was called “The Fate of a Brat”, and it was about a father whose 18-year-old daughter was a cocktease. It mostly featured the father raping, degrading and humiliating the daughter.
Zach laughed uproariously whenever the girl was abused, and KC, taking her cues from him, laughed to.
“This is awful, mom,” complained Sam.
Zach looked at her, and squeezed her leg.
“Don’t be so uptight, Samantha Sweetie,” said Charlotte. “It’s just entertainment. And besides, the girl had it coming, because she had big tits and dressed like a whore.”
On screen, the father had his cock in the daughter’s mouth, and was repeatedly slapping her cheek as she unwillingly sucked him off. KC was giggling uncontrollably at the girl’s humiliated expression.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying watching a woman get raped, is there, Charlotte?” said Zach.
She fixed a fake smile on her face, and died inside a little, as she said, “No, sir, there’s nothing wrong with that at all.”
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