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When it came time for bed, Charlotte selected herself to share a bed with Zach, rather than either of her daughters – as Zach had known she would.
And when he reminded her that she had agreed that he could ejaculate into one of her holes, she chose her mouth – as Zach had also known she would.
To spite him, she wore a loose shirt and panties to bed. She had made no agreement to sleep nude, and the outfit was certainly enough to satisfy her requirement to dress attractively, given the way the shirt barely came down below her buttocks, and given how her tits pressed against the loose fabric.
Zach, of course, slept nude, and when she climbed into bed next to him and expressed her preference for him to cum in her mouth, he pushed on her head, forcing her down the bed until her face was level with his dick. Resigned to her humiliation, she opened her mouth, took his cock into it, and began to suck.
It didn’t take him long to cum in her mouth. Charlotte swallowed the rush of semen, blushing. But when she moved to take her mouth off his cock, Zach gripped her head and kept it in place. Charlotte realised what was coming, and soon enough she was proved correct – Zach began to piss into her mouth, and Charlotte had no choice but to drink it until he was done.
But even then, he didn’t let her up. When she tried to move, he held her head in place. Charlotte would have to violently struggle to pull away from his cock. She considered doing exactly that – but then three thoughts occurred to her.
The first was that using force against Zach would probably technically fall afoul of one of Etrebor’s laws. They seemed to take a dim view of women using any kind of violence against men.
Secondly, it would likely – at least in Zach’s eyes – be a contravention of her promise not to disrespect him, and she remembered how he had said that the law would require him to discipline her for such disrespect.
And third – and perhaps most compellingly – she realised that moving back up the bed would put her face near his, her boobs against his chest and, worryingly, her cunt near his cock.
Perhaps it was best to stay just where she was.
And so she slowly fell asleep, crouched at the bottom of the bed like a pet, covered by the bedsheets, sucking unconsciously on Zack’s cock like a pacifier.
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She woke to the feel of Zach once again pissing in her mouth. To her embarrassment, she had instinctively begun to swallow even before coming fully awake.
When he was done, he extracted his cock from her lips, stood, and headed for the shower. There was no divider between the bathroom and the bedroom, and he spoke to her as he showered.
“Are you ready to get down to business, princess?” he said. “We’re scheduled to start looking at potential office space today.”
She blinked. Of course. That was why she was here in Etrebor. Not to suck Zach’s cock – but to set up an Etreborian office for Global Comfort.
“Uh… yes!” she said. “Of course.”
“Then you’d better get into the shower,” he told her. “We’re leaving as soon as I’m dressed, whether you’re ready or not.”
To Charlotte’s credit, she reacted quickly. She certainly didn’t want to shower with Zach – but he had already seen her nude, and worse, and she could hardly go out for work without a shower. She smelled of sex and sweat. She pulled off her shirt and panties and ran into the shower cubicle.
She found herself crammed into a quite small space with Zach as warm water streamed down over both of them. His cock was hard – probably because it had just been in her mouth – and he smiled at her.
“Wash my dick,” he said, pushing a soapy washcloth into her hand, and then guiding her hand to his cock. Charlotte tried to pull away, but he had an iron grip on her wrist, and when she felt the hardness of his penis against her hand, she began to obediently stroke it with the cloth.
“Good girl,” said Zach. “Let me help you in return.” He took a second washcloth and brought it to her large tits and began to rub it across them. The fabric was coarse – far rougher than what she was using on his cock – and it made her gasp in mixed pain and pleasure as he forcefully dragged it across her nipples.
“What about the girls, while we’re out?” asked Charlotte.
“I’ll lock them in the apartment,” said Zach, “and trust them not to wreck the place. They can hardly go wandering the streets without a man, and their school isn’t quite ready for them yet. If they behave, they can retain their privileges, and if not then we can keep them in cages in future.”
As he said “cages”, he transferred the cloth to his left hand, and then reached around behind her and pushed the cloth into her anus using one finger. Charlotte squeaked, and jumped, trying to pull away, but it just brought her cunt near to his cock.
“Just making sure your cute little poop-chute is clean, princess,” Zach said, smiling. “Don’t stop washing me, now.”
She kept pumping his dick. She didn’t know why she was doing it, so she told herself it was because she was finally going to get to do her job today, and it would be easier if Zach was in a good mood. Or maybe it was because he would punish her if she didn’t. Or maybe she simply didn’t care, stroking a dick wasn’t that big a deal, really, and she was in control of what was happening anyway.
“Are you really going to let me do my job today?” asked Charlotte. “Or is there going to be more Etreborian bullshit that means I’m not allowed to talk?”
“No, the company sent both of us,” said Zach. “I think you should definitely be involved in the decision-making. I’ll probably get in trouble if you’re not. There’s a few minor hurdles we need to jump through, in terms of Etreborian law – and it’s true that Etreborians don’t like women making decisions – but you’re a foreigner, and allowances can be made.”
He pulled his finger out of her ass, rinsed the cloth under the water – and then pushed his hand between her legs and began rubbing the cloth against her clitoris.
She couldn’t help herself. She moaned with lust.
“You’re such a slut, Charlotte,” Zach smiled.
“Shut up,” she hissed, still pumping his cock.
He pushed his fingers inside her, still wrapped in the washcloth, and made a beckoning motion. She felt the rough cloth rub against her G-spot, and her knees went weak. He took her weight on his hand, literally holding her upright by her cunt.
“Keep cleaning me,” he told her. She wasn’t in danger of stopping. She was finding it difficult to think, but still her hand kept pumping his dick.
“Oh, I think you have some soap on your face,” he said. “Let me clean it off.”
And he slapped her, hard, across the face with his right hand.
She gasped – and he slapped her again, smiling.
“Dumb slut,” he whispered, and then slapped her a third time.
On the third slap, she orgasmed.
He let her go, and let her sink to her knees in front of him. He reached out and turned off the water.
“I’m about to cum,” he said. “Don’t stop cleaning me. What you do about it is up to you.”
Even as her body continued to shake with the pleasure of her orgasm, she understood what he was saying. If he came, in his current position, he would splash his cum across her hair, face, and tits. The shower was over – he wouldn’t let her turn it back on. She would have to go out in public with his cum on him.
The alternative was clear. She quickly leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth, still pumping the base – and a moment later she was rewarded with the salty taste of his jism.
“Good girl,” he whispered, stroking her wet hair. He waited until she’d licked the last cum off his cock, and then pulled out of her and strode into the bedroom, towelling himself dry, and then acquiring underpants and business trousers from his suitcase and pulling them on.
She stumbled to her feet and took her own towel.
“What are these Etreborian hurdles we have to clear?” she asked him as she towelled off her tits. “Do I have to dress like a slut or something?”
He laughed. “No, but you can if you want. The only requirement is that you’re attractive – which is to say, fuckable. You honestly look pretty fuckable in your normal work clothes, as long as you wear a skirt instead of business pants, so you should be fine.”
“So… what?” she asked. “What’s the catch?”
“Well, it’s really a legal risk more than anything,” said Zach. “You’re already aware that Etreborians think that women simply aren’t as intelligent as men. But they particularly think that women make decisions that are particularly antisocial and stupid when their cunts are dry. Most Etreborian women don’t end up in positions where they make important decisions, but only a couple of years ago the courts found that foreign companies could be liable for negligence and significant damages for decisions made by women while they weren’t sexually aroused.”
Charlotte tried to comprehend what Zach was saying. “Women have to be… aroused? To make decisions?”
“If we don’t want to expose ourselves to legal risk, sure,” he said.
He was dressed up to the waist now, and as he pulled a shirt out of his suitcase, he also pulled out a strange kind of belt made of plastic and metal. He threw it to Charlotte.
“This will help,” he said.
She looked at it, and made a face. “No,” she said, flatly.
He shrugged. “Then stay home like a good wife and let me do the work,” he said. “It’s your choice.”
She looked at the belt again. It was clearly a chastity belt. A locking loop of cut-proof fabric went around the waist, and then another strap ran between the legs. On this strap were two dildos – a large thick one for the cunt, and a smaller, stubby one for the anus.
“It’s actually quite high-tech,” said Zach. “It will turn on and vibrate when you’re in danger of becoming dry cunted, but it won’t let you cum. It will keep you in a state of hurath throughout the day.”
“What’s hoo-rath?” asked Charlotte.
“It translates literally as ‘a toilet where the brain should be’, but basically it means thinking with your cunt,” said Zach. “And it tracks and records your arousal levels too, so we have documentary evidence that your cunt was wet at the time of any particular decision.”
Zach was almost dressed, and Charlotte was still naked. She had to make a decision quickly.
The most important thing was that she was there, making decisions. It was her only chance to take back control of this operation and put herself on an equal footing with Zach. A little humiliation was worth it.
She pushed the first dildo into her still-wet cunt, forced the other into her anal sphincter with some difficulty, and then pulled the waist tight and clipped it together. It connected with an ominous “snick”.
“And of course, I have the key,” said Zach. “So you just have to ask me when you want to be let out.”
Her eyes widened, and she pulled at the catch on the belt.
Just as Zach had implied, it was locked tight – and too tight at the waist for her to pull down over her hips without unlocking it.
She jumped as the dildo in her anus began to softly vibrate. A moment later the one in her cunt turned on as well.
“Hurry up and get your clothes on, princess,” said Zach. “I suppose I can even wait for you to do makeup, if you want to look pretty. But don’t take too long. We have work to do.”
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