Chapter 69

Sunday, Cunt must have stepped in it two dozen times. Generally, Master had Penny or I make corrections -- preferably Penny, as it rubbed her mother's nose in the fact that Penny knew what she was up to and she didn't. Attempts to run things, one way or another, were a primary issue, when it wasn't something simple like position choices. Cunt hadn't learned her FIRST lesson, either -- in her head, Master wasn't 'Master', but 'Troy' -- which meant she made mistakes and assumed too much in the way of her relative position. Master seemed to be taking his time, but the storm was coming...

In the afternoon, he had Penny walk Cunt and Drew through self-application of an enema; Drew appeared to be an afterthought -- but I don't think Master HAS such things. I'm certain it was deliberate humiliation. I got to supervise, but Penny was the instructor -- again, no doubt, because he wanted Cunt's nose out of joint. There was, um, a hilarious little timing problem; Cunt and Drew got filled up at the same time, which meant they wanted to expel at the same time... Cunt almost got a lap full of crap when she got stupid and refused to clear the decks for Drew after relieving the initial pressure. Penny was embarrassed, but I felt free to titter a bit. I also made DAMNED sure that Penny and I were clean, too -- we took turns. Master wasn't going to catch ME napping it I could help it!

As is typical with Master, the exercise had nothing to do with his plans for the evening; for his own entertainment, he had Penny and Cunt kneel up between his legs and take turns giving him fellatio. Penny, of course, did her level best and even managed an occasional deep pass into her throat -- but Cunt didn't show Master anything. I watched his face; I'm really not clear why, but he was holding himself in check. When Penny finished him -- both times -- he had her snowball some seed to her mother -- who didn't appreciate it, naturally... I went to bed under the clear impression that Master was deliberately allowing Cunt to anger him seriously before unloading on her.

I was right. By Sunday night, Drew was beginning to feel the effects of whatever craziness Master and the team from Medical came up with and spent some time moaning in his sleep and tossing and turning and playing with his pee-pee. That left us a little frazzled on Monday morning. Master kicked us out of bed early and slept in for another hour, telling Penny that he intended to eat in and that the four of us (and Reggie) should go to mess together under my supervision. Apparently, he cleared it through the AI, too, because we had no issues. Cunt ragged on Drew all through breakfast; I just sat and watched, not interfering. Penny looked bothered, so I pulled her aside. "Does your mother do that to your father all the time?"

"Some days are worse than others," Penny replied.

"It's a bad habit. He's still male. She's been too casual with Master, too. I hope you'll understand when the time comes for her to pay..." I murmured.

"Someone has to get through to her -- I can't," Penny sighed.

I just nodded. When we got back, I deliberately sent Cunt in to awaken Master, knowing she would screw it up...

... And she did. "Troy! Time to get up!" she said from the doorway. I was three feet behind her and suddenly wanted to be elsewhere, lest I be made to share the blame...

Master was FAST! The next thing I knew, he had her by the throat! "Don't say another motherfucking WORD, Cunt!" he rasped, then glanced around. "Where is Reggie?"

"School, Master!" I yelped.

Master nodded and started talking to the AI. He forced Cunt to go to her knees and said, "Get Penny and Andrew. Gather in the main room. Have Penny pull my order from the replicator. Crawl in front of me, Cunt -- and if you ever want to use your voice again, save it!" She took off, crawling, and he kicked her, dead in the pussy! Fortunately, it was a lift, not a direct strike... She gave a little shriek, anyway, and I had to wonder if Master was going to let THAT slide...

"Presentation One, Cunt!" Master snarled. "You have a bad attitude; watching Penny and Bitch demonstrate proper behavior has no fucking effect on you!" He positioned the rest of us in front of Cunt by pointing with his finger -- and we MOVED! He lined us up, Drew on the left, Penny in the middle, and me on the right, facing Cunt, all of us at attention. Master took switch or something from Penny and pointed at Cunt, "Fix her." Penny, clearly scared, went to her mother and tuned her position, then returned to her place and knelt up, after which, Master asked, "Penny, how do you awaken your Master?"

"Um, there are options, Master -- basically, it is up to Master to define, but as gently as possible. The most popular way is with a blowjob," Penny replied.

"What about coming to your master's bedroom door and yelling?" Master asked, his voice tight.

Penny flinched. "That wouldn't be a good idea unless master specifically authorized it."

"I didn't know!" Cunt burst out.

Swift as a snake, Master backhanded her across the mouth! "Did I TELL you that you could speak yet?" he snarled. "DON'T!!" Cunt, clearly disoriented, shut her mouth and shook her head. "Position!" Master snarled. He turned to Penny and Drew and said, "You realize, of course, that nothing else has worked..." They both nodded dutifully.

Turning to Cunt, Master directed, "You may answer my questions -- that is all! Don't add anything! What is my name?"

"T-- AAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!" Cunt started to say the wrong thing -- and Master struck her across the tops of both breasts with that switch, which made a NASTY whirring sound in the air before it made contact!

"Position!" Master roared. Cunt was waving her hands -- apparently, he'd gotten THEM, too. "Presentation Two, then! Move! Penny, adjust her! If it takes more than five seconds..."

"Momma!" Penny yelped, "Get your hands behind you!" Cunt didn't make it.

Master beckoned us to him and drew us away. "Penny, I'm sorry but she needs for me to be firm with her."

"Yes, Master." Penny nodded, her head down.

"Hold her arms behind her. Bitch, cover her mouth when required -- you'll know." He waved us forward. Penny knelt behind her mother and took her wrists, pinning them behind her. I stood by, a bit to the side. Master advanced on Cunt, "Now, what is my name?"

"Master?" Cunt was bug-eyed with fear.

"That is correct, but you weren't sure. Clearly you need reinforcement training," Master replied. The switch whirred in the air and I leaped forward to muffle Cunt's scream as Master left a second mark across both breast tops. "Now, again, what is my name?"

"Ma-a-a-a-a-ster!" Cunt blubbered.

"Correct!" But the switch landed again... Cunt writhed in our grasp, howling into my hand.

Master went through this twice more, asking the question and striking her breasts, this time from her other side; I noticed that the end of the thing left marks that were particularly nasty. After the fifth strike, he waved at us, "Let her go." Cunt flopped over on her side, screaming and crying and clutching her striped breasts.

Then we all waited for a good five minutes while Cunt worked her way through the initial agony and started to settle down. Finally, Master stirred her with his toe and said, "Crawl into my office." She did so, still sniffling; we followed. When we got there, Master whispered to the AI and a narrow cylinder extended itself from the ceiling with a pair of cuffs or binders of some type attached to the tip. "Stand up, Cunt," Master directed.

Cunt staggered to her feet and Master moved her under the cylinder and attached the binders. Cunt knew better than to fight or argue -- she just let him do what he would. When he was done, he whispered to the AI again and the cylinder retracted until Cunt was on her toes. "Now," Master said, placing himself before her, "Beg me to do the other twenty strokes of the cane only on your ass and not anywhere I feel like!"

"Twenty! Ogod, Master, please, no! Not twenty!" Cunt wailed.

"Twenty-five, then?" Master asked. "Thirty?"

"No, no! Twenty is fine!" Cunt caught on immediately. "Twenty, please, Master! On my ass! Please, Master, nowhere but my ass!"

"You said twenty wasn't enough, so we have to go with more..." Master led her.

"Twenty-one! That's it! Twenty-one, Master! On my ass, PLEASE! Just on my ass!" Cunt pled.

"I'll think about it. Count them and thank me for them. If you lose count, I add one each time. If you don't thank me, I add two for your ingratitude! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master!" Cunt nodded vehemently.

"We begin..." The switch -- cane, he called it -- whirred and Cunt shrieked and a stripe appeared on her ass. After a second or two, Master said, "I'm waiting..."

"One, Mas-ster! Thank you, Master!" Cunt yelped...

She lost count at ten. She forgot to thank him at fourteen. He put number twenty-two across her ravaged breasts and twenty-three and twenty-four across her belly, his reasoning being that she'd only asked for twenty-one on her ass. He was probably right, anyway -- by fifteen, she was trying to climb the air itself to get away. I wanted to vomit -- and Penny was as white as a ghost. Drew just shook -- and I don't think it was anger. When it was over, Master let her hang, lowering the cuffs until Cunt could stand flat. He turned to me, "Get my breakfast, Bitch. I want a waffle and syrup, scrambled eggs, three slices of bacon, grapefruit juice and a carafe of coffee." I genuflected and got the Hell out of there! Penny followed. A couple of minutes later when I brought the tray back, Master was walking around Cunt, tracing the marks he'd made on her. Turning to Drew, he said, "I'm proud of you, Andrew -- I didn't have to deal with any destructive outbursts or wild attempts at interference. But then, you knew she needed it, didn't you?"

"Yes, Master." What ELSE was he going to say? He'd done the right thing, but it hadn't been very manly of him to watch Master beat the shit out of his mate...

"Tell me," Master asked Drew, "Were you ever in charge of your relationship with Cunt?"

"We were, ah, doing democracy," Drew replied.

"Doesn't work, does it?" Master asked him. "You see, men can be benevolent and easygoing, but women always want something. You let them have it and then they want something else. They don't get it that if you let them decide what's for dinner, you're just delegating your authority -- they decide that you've abdicated. One day you wake up and your balls are missing..." Master wandered over to Drew and squatted and took his balls in his hand. "Yeah, it's figurative, but emasculated is emasculated. Women are either under the thumb or they're on top -- there is no equality." Master let go of Drew's balls and I thought Drew was going to collapse in relief! Master shook his head. "Some people would say that you share the blame for Cunt's behavior, but I don't -- you were never in a position to fix it." He thumped Drew's half-hard cock and it wilted. "Yeah..." Master sighed, shaking his head. He stood and walked over to Cunt. "You tend to lump men into one category, don't you, Cunt?" He took a nipple between his fingers and started working it. "Well, there are at least two," he continued. "More, actually, but there's a spectrum. On one end, there is Andrew; his type tends to be helpless and needs to be led. On the other end, there are guys like me -- and around us, YOU are helpless -- aren't you?"

"Yes, Master," Cunt whispered.

"You don't want to fuck with me, Cunt," Master said, as if he was discussing the weather. "You can't handle the consequences. If I want something from you, the only safe thing for you to do is what Bitch does -- give one hundred percent and hope like Hell it is enough. Where you're concerned, I provide the entire spectrum of experiences... Squat a little -- spread your legs." Apparently, he talked to the AI, because the cuffs came down a few inches. Master slid his hand between her legs and started rubbing her off. "Things can be really pleasant or really painful -- and there are two primary variables -- your attitude and mine. Do you understand?" He murmured this last in her ear, just loud enough for the rest of us to hear it; he was standing behind her with her left nipple in one hand and three fingers of the other rubbing her clit and nether lips.

"Y-yes, Master..." Master's hand was beginning to make wet, sloppy noises as it rubbed her channel. She began to weave and wiggle -- as much as was possible, given her position. Master shifted his grip, sliding one, then two fingers into her depths, pounding them into her, his palm at the base of his fingers mashing her clit. "The spectrum is an odd thing," he mused, "you can't really appreciate one extreme without the other. In some cases, it's like the whole thing wraps, such that one, taken too far, becomes the other -- but that's an advanced lesson; for now, we're doing the carrot and the stick... Do you want to cum, Cunt?"

"P--please, Master!" Cunt gasped.

"I don't know if you deserve it," Master rasped, stepping away suddenly. Cunt wailed in frustration! Turning to me, Master directed, "Bitch, you and Penny are in charge of Cunt's punishment. Use your hands or get toys or whatever -- I want Cunt to beg me to poke her in the ass or to shove my cock down her throat. You keep her on the edge -- but if she slips over, I'm beating YOU!"

'SHIT!' went through my head, but my response was, "Yes, Master!"

"Don't let her cool down. I'll just sit here and watch while I eat..." Master settled at his desk and attacked his breakfast tray.

I stepped up and started rubbing Cunt's -- well, cunt -- and turned to Penny. "Go talk to the AI. See what it can get us in the way of toys -- probably plenty. Get a vibrator or two..." Penny nodded and dashed off.

Master took forty-five minutes to eat if he took one -- my fingers were nubs! Penny's were, too! Thank God for vibrators -- but Cunt's clit was probably worn off, too... I don't think we quite met Master's requirements -- I don't think we kept Cunt on the edge -- but when Master released her, she went right to her knees and babbled and made promises to be good... Master sent her off to practice giving herself enemas, then left us alone while he went off somewhere.

Bent over the toilet with a quart of water slowly gurgling out of a big red bag into my butt and thence into my intestines, it was pretty clear that I'd been stupid in a big, BIG way! The man I was to call Master (I was very carefully purging his REAL name from my thought processes) had explained it to poor Drew while expertly belittling him... I'd gone into this thing with the subconscious attitude that Master was only a man like Drew -- and therefore I would be running the place in a month or two. That contempt caused me to underestimate Master; I went about stubbornly doing as I pleased, if only in my head, refusing to call him by the name he set for me and other little things that maintained the fiction that we were really equals -- or I was really his better -- in my head. This let me project an attitude that, with Drew, had placed me on top of our relationship, just by acting as though I was already there -- and it produced a series of small slights that -- as long as my new master didn't call me on them -- would slowly allow me to rise above him as he became desensitized to them.

Well, I'd screwed up -- and I looked like a zebra and hurt all over as a result! I really should have pulled my head out of my ass when he renamed me, but I wasn't thinking. Instead, incensed at being referred to as 'Cunt' and thoroughly humiliated in front of a child, I decided that nothing and nobody could make me stop THINKING of the man as 'Troy' and planning my revenge. I had gone on thinking that he was 'only a man' and went on my merry way, prodding him with little needles -- and he seemed to be indifferent... Well, Master might BE 'only a man' -- but Drew didn't really make it THAT far, so my view of what constituted being 'only a man' wasn't as close to my reality as I thought it was...

There is nothing like being nearly lifted into the air by an iron claw around your throat to let you know you've screwed up, big time! One look at Master's eyes and I knew I was fucked -- he hadn't missed anything I'd done over the past couple of days -- oh, no -- he'd been saving it up, marking it down in a ledger somewhere, and I was going to pay...

Never in my life did I expect to have to endure the things that went on for the next hour and a half or so! The very FIRST thing he did was kick me in the cunt! God, that hurt! But he was just getting started; I got backhanded for talking when I wasn't supposed to and while I was still trying to re-seat my brain in my head, he asked me a question that SHOULD have had only one answer -- but I had another and it exposed the fact that I had been stubbornly ignoring him and I hadn't even finished saying it when both of my boobs caught fire!

The next ten minutes or so redefined pain for me; I thought I was going to die BEFORE he got to my ass! Those five strokes on my boobs hurt SO BAD! It felt like he was cutting them off! Then he hanged me up, on tiptoe, helpless, and put me through a visit to Hell... You know how when you see people in cartoons and when they take off running, they start off peddling in the air? I tried that -- and it didn't work. I tried a LOT of things -- and none of them allowed me to escape that cane! My ass... I KNEW it was being cut to ribbons! I've looked at it in the mirror and there are a lot of nasty-looking welts and a FEW minor cuts -- but that isn't what it felt like!

Then he let me down a little while he browbeat and belittled Drew -- and in the process, he explained it all, in a manner that let me understand clearly that he knew EXACTLY what was going on in my head...

No, he wasn't EVEN Drew! He made sure I knew it, coming around to stand behind me and telling me what I now knew only too well -- that he and Drew represented extremes and the tools that I used to control Drew would only backfire on me with him... While he did it, he started mauling a nipple and masturbating me -- and suffering as I still was from the stinging pain, my body betrayed me and I got wet and needy and aroused. Then, when my arousal led me to crave a cum, he asked me if I wanted one -- and walked away when I said yes!

He set Penny and Bitch on me then, and sat calmly eating his breakfast while they teased me. At first, it was sweet agony, but eventually, it was just painful for all three of us, but me especially, since my pussy was raw...

That brought me to the bathroom -- and the enema bag. Knowing my master as I was beginning to know him, I was pretty sure that he didn't plan to USE my ass any time soon -- this was just another way to keep me off-balance. But I'd learned my lesson; anything he wanted, he would get -- and there would be no withholding, no half-measures that might bring a repeat of this morning's lesson! I waited the required fifteen minutes, suffering, cramping, and watching the clock before voiding myself -- because it occurred to me that the AIs appeared to see EVERYTHING...

Penny and I discussed her mother's punishment session in monosyllables, but didn't go beyond that; we'd both been impressed. Respect for Master's subtlety and his ability to instill fear and administer harsh punishments had been imparted to both of us -- as I knew was his plan; Cunt had been used as an example that WE, at least, could learn from, even if she herself couldn't.

When Master returned at mid-afternoon, it became apparent that he had been out lobbying for play areas for the children; it was an odd facet of his personality that Reggie, a child he was responsible for but was not the spawn of his loins, was important to him. We all went off to a large room where he and an AI had apparently created a jungle gym and a sand pit and a number of other normally outdoor amusements designed to get kids to actually DO something with their bodies. Reggie loved it, of course, as did several other young people who wandered in, apparently alerted by the ship's electronic bulletin board of the 'park's whereabouts...

We weren't done with the morning, however; after Reggie went to bed, Master gathered us in the main room and conducted something he called an 'After Action Review' of poor Cunt's morning. We started with video of Cunt awakening Master and he stopped it at the point where he had her by the neck. "What did you do wrong, Cunt?"

"A bunch of things, Master," Cunt said carefully, watching him nervously from her position at attention in front of the wall we were using for videos.

Master got up and went to her and stood to her left, wrapping his hand around her face and neck and pulling her head against his leg. "You may speak freely, Cunt."

"I, uh, used the wrong name..."

"Right." Master rubbed her cheek and neck.

"I should have looked for a pleasant way to awaken you, instead of just yelling..." Cunt offered.

"Exactly," Master agreed. "For the future, I am a light sleeper; merely crawling into bed and pressing yourself against me is probably more than enough. Be prepared to be receptive, in case I feel the urge to use you, but don't necessarily expect it. If I want a fuck or a blowjob, I'll let you know. If you approach me with the intention of giving me pleasure, you will undoubtedly be on the right track. Resume video."

We went through the video, Master stopping it to ask Cunt, "What did you do here? What were you SUPPOSED to do?" at several locations. Pivotal, I think, for some of us was when he asked Cunt if she wanted an orgasm, "What did you do wrong here, Cunt?"

"I -- I'm not sure, Master," Cunt muttered.

"The correct answer is, 'As you will, Master.' What you want is irrelevant; what I want is paramount. If I decide to see you writhe in pleasure, you will; if I decide to see you writhe in pain, you'll do THAT, too -- but what you WANT is irrelevant to me. You may ask for permission to be allowed to orgasm, but you may not get it. Many times, I will want you to, and I will just bring you there -- or have someone else do it -- and nothing will be said -- but there will be times when I deny you -- and I will punish you if you defy me. If I ask you this type of question, make certain your reply indicates your understanding of who grants whom the right to orgasm," Master directed. The video resumed and began to fast-forward. "What happened here?" he asked. "Bitch?"

I was ready. "We failed, Master. Penny and I failed to keep Cunt aroused."

"Precisely," Master agreed. Turning to the others, he said, "Note that Bitch makes no excuses. She failed -- end of story. Upon reflection, I find that she didn't have the tools to do the job and the directive was flawed in the first place -- but sometimes I will be in no mood to reflect. If I punish you unfairly, it isn't my job to make admissions or apologize, so don't expect it. Note also that both Bitch and Penny did their level best -- and many times that will be the ONLY extenuating circumstance in a failure. Neither of you thought to use cunnilingus, but..."

"Master?" Penny raised her hand.

"Penny?"

"You said use our hands or toys..."

"AI, replay that directive," Master directed.

The screen cleared and returned to that moment in time. Master's voice said, 'Bitch, you and Penny are in charge of Cunt's punishment. Use your hands or get toys or whatever -- I want Cunt to beg me to poke her in the ass or to shove my cock down her throat. You keep her on the edge -- but if she slips over, I'm beating YOU!'

Master's lips twisted. "This could be interpreted two ways," he mused. "You could assume that I limited you to your hands or toys, or I could argue that the words 'or whatever' indicate that I released you from any limitations at that point. Assumption is not a good thing; if you have questions, you can ask for clarification -- and I was present the entire time, so you could have gotten that clarification. On the other hand, this is educational for me, too. Last, but not least, pointing out my mistakes is, let us say, unwise..."

"Yes, Master." Penny looked crestfallen.

"Bitch did it right -- no excuses. You might have been smarter, but there was no lack of effort. The waters are muddy regarding the content of my directive, but that is for me to admit, not for you to point out," Master noted, adding, "Presentation Three, Penny." Penny knelt up and rotated so that her ass faced him. Master went forward and straddled her, facing her ass, then delivered two hard, open-handed swats -- one on each ass cheek -- that left big red handprints.

"Thank you, Master!" Penny sniffled as he straightened and stepped away.

"You're welcome, Penny," Master replied pedantically. "Particularly welcome is your model acceptance of your punishment. Well done!" Penny managed to beam. "It is approaching bedtime, so we can close the review," Master murmured, sweeping us with his eyes, "I assume that you all learned something." We all nodded dutifully.

"We have one final item, then," Master announced. "Andrew, Presentation Three, please -- facing the wall, there." Master pointed, indicating that Drew should place himself before the three of us, with his ass facing us. Drew complied nervously. "Penny, please recover my order from the replicator."

I recognized the thing immediately; it had been used on that poor guy those three black guys did up that day! Drew didn't get to see it, really; Master masked it with is body when he took it from Penny. Taking the control unit, he handed the wire and balls construct to Cunt. "I don't want Andrew getting the idea that I have any sexual interest in him," Master told her. "He's... kind of shrunken right now, so we'll start by merely inserting this end in his rectum a couple of inches..."

I think Drew figured it out about then; his face was a study in the flow of expression. His little prong had been up and down all day and he'd had his hands on it more than once -- but I don't think he had been able to ejaculate. He was going to now...

"Drew, I noticed that you've been... uncomfortable... since last night," Master announced. "This treatment was suggested..."

'Torture, more like,' went through my head. Cunt went over and straddled Drew the way Master had straddled Penny and worked at inserting the stiff wire with the ball on one end. When she had succeeded and the apparatus was dangling from Drew's ass, Master said, "Stand by there, Cunt. Drew, please rotate to face the rest of us. Penny, assume Presentation Three facing away from Bitch." Penny did so; it put her side-on to her parents. Master straddled her again and bent to rub her pussy. "Since Andrew's equipment isn't cooperating, we'll offer an incentive," Master explained. "We all know that he likes the taste of Penny's pussy..."

Diabolical is our Master! This worked on SO many levels! Drew was horrified -- and titillated. Cunt was just horrified. Penny got off on the perversity -- as did I. Master was clearly enjoying himself making Penny's pussy juicy. For the next minute and a half or so, we watched Master buzz Penny's clit and pussy lips with three fingers until she threw her head back and wailed, shaking, through an orgasm. When she was done, Master said, "Hold that pose, Penny..." and went over to Drew. "Lick my fingers..."

Drew was already erect; I bet it was like a four inch nail as he sucked his daughter's pussy juice off Master's fingers. In the midst of that, Master directed Cunt, "Wrap the wire around Drew's cock -- gently, now..." Cunt did as she was told, spiraling it around Drew's short, narrow shaft. "Place that final ball right under the tip," Master directed. Drew was too far gone to be scared; his cock was being manipulated and he had the smell of hot, young pussy in his nostrils and the taste on his tongue. When he was done, Master stepped back and picked up the control unit. "Okay, just a little current to keep it erect..." Drew got this look on his face that said he wasn't feeling much at all except what was happening to his cock and prostate -- but he didn't appear to be uncomfortable...

Master stood and handed the control unit to me, "Hold this. Cunt, undress me -- quickly." He went to stand behind Penny and started playing with her pussy again. I began to get an idea what was coming... Moments later, he was naked, going to his knees behind Penny, who spread her stance so he could get in there; she knew what was coming, too. "It's going to be one quick poke -- then I'll stop and wait for you," Master told her. "When it settles back and you can handle it, I'll resume."

"Yes, Master..." Penny's voice was congested as Master's cock probed for her opening.

Master turned to me. "Turn the dial to twenty at appropriate moments, hold for five seconds, and back it off to where it is," he directed.

I nodded. "Yes, Master!"

"Now!" Master plunged his cock through Penny's hymen, eliciting a scream -- one matched by Drew as I turned up the current. His cock began to spew and I counted to five and backed off. Cunt was covering her face; Master barked, "Cunt! Watch your daughter or watch your mate, but remain at attention!" Then he got this look and added, "You may masturbate... in fact, I insist..." Cunt stuck her hand between her legs, knowing better than to disobey. "I'll want to see an orgasm," Master added.

Drew's eyes were glassy, but fixed on Master -- and Penny. Penny whimpered, but started moving her ass, so Master slowly began to stroke her. This was defloration the way it should be handled; Master wasn't taking his pleasure and trying to hurt Penny, he was going for her pleasure and full cooperation. "You can masturbate, too, Penny," he murmured, moving slowly. I was a little irritated -- everyone ELSE got to get off -- but I knew better than to say or do anything...

Maybe a minute later, it was clear that Penny was fully into it. "Cum for me," Master grunted, starting to get seriously into his stroke. "I want you to! WE want you to!" Penny's whines went up the scale until she went wild under him and Master flashed a glance at me -- and I started Drew ejaculating again in time to his daughter's orgasm. Cunt, caught up in the whole thing, managed all by herself, watching Drew pant and grunt and squirt his seed on the floor while their daughter writhed under Master, keening.

We went through the cycle four times before Master, panting, called me to him to whisper, "Soon... When I do, give him twenty-five... for ten seconds. Understand?" I nodded, backing away. I could see it coming; in mere moments, Master started slamming, bringing Penny to her fifth. "Now!" he croaked, burying himself, holding her hips while she squealed and hunched and her belly rippled. I applied the power...

"EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Drew went rigid and his cock, already drained, pulsed visibly. His eyes bulged, but remained locked on Master and his daughter as they rode out their completion. I dialed the control to zero at ten seconds and Drew collapsed forward, glassy-eyed; I think his nervous system had shorted out!

Cunt couldn't find anywhere to look; the episode was over and she had returned to herself and was horrified and embarrassed at having gotten off from it. Drew groaned and rolled over onto his back, but he was clearly not there... Master pointed at Cunt, "Come here and clean me." He backed out of Penny and took Cunt by the hair as she crawled forward and fed her his length, none too gently. "Bitch, back Penny over Andrew and feed him some creampie -- not directly, but he should see the source. Use your fingers or let it drip on him. Then undo the device."

I did as I was told; Penny was more than happy to straddle her father's head and drip faintly pink goo on his face. Drew whined, "Noooo..." a couple of times, but I wiped the stuff on his tongue and he shut up -- and eventually started sucking it from my fingers.

Master turned to Penny and said, "Your father has made a mess on the floor -- you need to lick it up." Penny, for whom turnabouts was clearly fair play, started picking up Drew's congealed dribbles from the floor on her fingers and sucking them clean. Cunt eyed all of this, clearly wanting to run and hide, but knowing she had no recourse. I unwrapped the device from around Drew's shrunken cock and gently extracted the anal probe; he merely groaned, unable to muster the strength to do anything.

When the cleanup was over, Master looked around, satisfied. "That should keep peace in the family," he announced. "Bedtime..." He waved a finger and we headed for the bedroom.

I was DYING! Master knew it, however, and he immediately racked me back with my knees against my shoulders and fucked me wall-eyed as soon as we were in bed! I must have had six orgasms before he hunched himself over me and I felt his big cock pulsing his wet goo into my depths. I'm really looking forward to being pregnant... He had Penny clean him and Cunt felch me out; Drew was sound asleep...