Wrecking the Homewrecker Pt. 53

Things settle into routine

Now that the guests were gone, it was starting to get late and that meant that it was time for Rose to go home. Of course they couldn't risk taking off her hood right then and there so Sally waited to see her stepmother off till Bernice had made it upstairs and into Cunny's room with her and slut. Once the door upstairs closed Sally grinningly removed Rose's hood, only to burst out laughing as the bright red face underneath, covered in a pair of her soiled panties became visible. "Hahaha, you look like a fucking tomato bitch, seeing you like this I can't help but wonder what sweat more in those panties, my ass or your face." Sally laughed as Rose could only groan, still completely incapacitated in those armbinders she was wearing, not that she would have dared act out against Sally knowing what was at stake. After spending such a long time in complete darkness, smelling Sally's panties, Sally's face was the first thing she saw, things couldn't be worse, but she quickly regretted that thought, fearing that just thinking that would make something worse happen. Sally and Bernice always managed to think of something worse much to her regret.

"In any case bitch, it's time for you to go home, so be quiet while I help you out of all this, don't forget I want you here same time tomorrow, oh and take those panties along to wash will you. I wouldn't want to wear something your face has sweat that much in." Sally chuckled as she took off the armbinder, only to then remove her panties from her stepmother's face and shove them into her hands. With that she carelessly took care of the rest, unlocking everything from her stepmother's gag, down to her ballet heels only to unceremoniously kick her out of the front door with little more than a "Bye bitch." Not leaving Rose with a moment to gather her thoughts before the door slammed shut behind her. Mortified, but glad to be out of there Rose rushed the small way to her car, put on her coat and rushed home. There was no time to waste as she needed to get cleaned up before her husband arrived home or she would have a huge problem. The fact that Bernice and Sally hadn't left a lot of time to do that made her all the more hurried. At least her children were somewhere far away and safe she thought as she rushed out there, not realising they were in the very house she was leaving, that she had even served right next to her daughter a girl she had only been able to imagine as a real pathetic bitch by what she had picked up.

While Sally had been busy with Rose Bernice had finally told Jessy the words she had been shamefully longing to hear, the mention that she had earned herself an orgasm. Overly frustrated like she was Jessy had actually been thrilled to dive in between Bernice's legs again, knowing that the next orgasm would be a mutual one. With Bernice sitting on the throne in the middle of the room Jessy had eagerly rushed between her legs and started licking with renewed vigour. Finally she would be able to find some relief as well after days of giving everybody all the satisfaction they craved and more. She had barely started licking Bernice's pussy when she felt slut's tongue on her own bringing her to yet another quick tormenting edge, skilful enough to make sure she didn't tip over that edge, not until Bernice had an orgasm of her own which made Jessy try to please her owner all the harder, not because she wanted Bernice to have yet another orgasm, but because she desperately wanted on herself.

Despite her best efforts and all the skills eating pussy, especially Bernice's pussy by now, it ended up taking what felt like an eternity to get the woman off. It wasn't all that surprising considering how many orgasms Bernice had enjoyed today alone. Jessy knew it wouldn't be long now, but as she went through edge after edge, she couldn't help but feel terribly frustrated. When she at long last managed to tip Bernice over the edge, slut nearly instantly pushed her over as well, not that it was hard as she was pretty much right there anyways. It was mind-blowingly good to finally have some release for all that extremely pent up arousal she had suffered through. She was on cloud nine, and that with her face buried in Bernice's pussy while the woman was squiring all over her face and into her mouth. Right at this moment she simply didn't care, it was amazing to finally feel such pleasure after so many frustrating edges.

Jessy did care however when she finally started to come down from her incredible heigh however, slut was still licking her pussy and her face was still buried in Bernice's pussy. The clouds of sheer arousal had cleared up from her mind thanks to that much needed relief, but as they cleared up, the pleasure and the previous sexual frustration instantly made place for nothing but strong paralysing embarrassment. She realised full well what she had done to "earn" her place here, and it was horrible. She had licked the pee soaked pussies of two women she had never met before and all that just for a chance to have an orgasm with her face buried in this horrid old fat woman's overly hairy pussy. It was utterly pathetic, and above all worrying as the name Cunny was starting to fit her better and better with each orgasm. She really was turning into that pathetic thing Bernice had described, just like slut was. Of course it had still been just a matter of being overly horny, but it was very hard to justify all this by just horniness. True she hadn't had much of a choice, but the fact that she had tried hard to earn this, and just now to get Bernice off was undeniable. No one could force her to have wanted this so much, yet she had desperately wanted it nonetheless and she had to face that.

Much to Jessy's dismay Bernice didn't yet seem to have enough of her tongue just yet. Instead of letting her make a shameful retreat, she put a firm hand on the back of her pet's head and kept Jessy right in place with her face mashed in her pussy. Jessy desperately wanted a moment to get over her shame at the very least, but she knew she couldn't refuse Bernice anything. At the moment getting points subtracted, even if Bernice went in minus didn't sound that bad, but before long she knew she would live to regret it when the frustration started to get the better of her again and she was still stuck making up for her mistake. Besides she had shown that there were also other ways to punish her, more painful ways and there was nothing she could do to defend herself from it, nothing but obey that was, so that was exactly what she did. Pulling away now definitely wasn't worth the trouble, besides she had practically been living between Bernice's legs so it was pretty much a normal thing for her, whether she liked to face that or not.

By the time she finally brought Bernice to a second orgasm, slut had managed to push her to two more edges, leaving her mildly frustrated, not nearly as frustrated as she had been all day, but definitely horny which only further fuelled her shame. She had just gotten off after such a horribly shameful day and here she was horny again and that before her face had even left her owner's pussy. It made her fear Bernice's so called prophetic words all the more, she really was turning into one cunt hungry bitch, not even slut's tongue was a good enough reason to brush it all off. In the end she was horny right after an orgasm, and she had only earned herself two points towards her next one at that. It was still a long long way off and she could already feel that she was going to get desperately horny once more before she earned her next orgasm, a fear which got confirmed as Bernice lead her back downstairs after coming down from her second orgasm, only for her to serve as the woman's foot rest while she watched television, that and provide her with the occasional orgasm until Bernice finally decided to call it a day. In the end she had given Bernice four more orgasm, for plenty of edges on her part, leaving her quite horny and needy before going to bed in her cage. It wasn't quite desperate yet, but if she were to be promised an orgasm in union with Bernice's next one, then she would actually be genuinely happy to oblige and take the offer.

Jason on the other hand was left alone, at least for a while until Sally was done seeing stepmother off after which she gladly went up to her sissy stepbrother's room, greatly delighting in just thinking back to that test he had gotten and the fuck which had followed. Just like she was reliving it in her minds eye over and over she made her stepbrother relive it over and over starting by having to thank her for the amazing teacher and helping him lose his virginity. After that she had him right back behind his desk, writing five pages in his diary with nothing but praise about how fun losing his virginity had been. Pages he was then told to read out loud for her while she laughed her ass off.

Then after giving him his sissy dinner out of that bottle with a huge dildo as a teat, a dinner once again composed specifically to make him temporarily weak, and permanently weaker, Sally added a final insult to his heavily beaten ego and self image. His ass was still very sore and he wasn't horny in the slightest, just deeply embarrassed over what had happened and how he had actually longed for that fuck until after the fact. Much like Cunny not finding the sheer over arousal to be a good excuse in retrospect. Yet Sally made sure to rub that shame in even further, without any build up vibrations of the plug to get him worked up she gave him a dildo, and put up the camera feed of him getting fucked, a file she had pretty much instantly saved. She then had him fuck his sore ass with that dildo to the images of himself getting fucked hard into oblivion. Deeply embarrassed as he had been, he had actually put up a slight fight, but Sally had instantly rectified that with a few shocks to his balls and a sound spanking to booth.

She made him reconfirm and tell just how much of a pathetic sissy he was, making him reread the juiciest parts of his love for cock and his enjoyment of losing his virginity before making him fuck his ass to the video of those so called cherished images anyways. It was with quite a bit of reluctance and shame, but Jason had eventually caved in, knowing that nothing but more pain was awaiting him if he didn't, avoiding that fate altogether simply wasn't an option. He knew Sally would never allow it, and to make matters worse it took ages for him to get off with that dildo after Frank had fucked every last bit of pent up arousal out of him. The soreness and shame weren't exactly great helps either, and neither was the fact that Sally had insisted on putting her smelly feet in his face to help with the immersion. There were plenty of women in the video, yet he was getting fucked by the one other guy in there.

In a sense Jason guessed it should have been some kind of victory, proof that he wasn't that big of a sissy that he didn't get off so quickly with that dildo, but he did end up cumming in the end only further driving home his shame. At least he was then allowed to go through his night time ritual and go to bed, finally left alone to lick his wounds, although he couldn't quite fall asleep easily, pondering over what had happened today and how he needed to get out of here more than ever. Yet he realised full well that he wasn't a shred closer to escape than last night. All he could really do was worry about the embarrassments he would certainly face tomorrow, and rightfully so it seemed as today had just been a preview of the days to come.

For the remainder of the week things pretty followed the same pattern. Every morning after Cunny and Jasmine's usual morning routines, Rose pretty much arrived for another day of service. She was to unawarely clean up the panties which had adorned her daughter's face, then the foot wear her son had decorated with lipstick marks. As far as she knew they were just products of some twisted game with slut or the other two subs she had kind of picked up notions about without knowing who they were. She only judged them based on nothing but what she had heard, not even having caught a glimpse of them. In a sense it was a blessing to at least not have to see all she was dealing with, but at the same time it was a curse, making everything so much scarier. Keeping her identity from Bernice's guests was extremely important though, yet the way Sally packed her hood with something nasty each time made it worse again.

Just like that first day of somewhat reuniting the family she had helped Sally subjugate, Bernice had guests over ever day thereafter in the afternoon. The groups varied in size between two to five women, and one to three men. The women always had tea downstairs, with Rose serving as a tray behind slut and simple eye candy to be teased and groped however the guests desired. Meanwhile Cunny's job meanwhile was under the table, serving between all the women's legs, trying to please them as well and as fast as humanly possible. After all with so many women to please she kind of had to hurry to get them all satisfied within the timeframe of these embarrassing tea parties, especially with the bigger groups.

Despite that Jessy really preferred these bigger groups, not because she liked serving as many women with her tongue as humanly possible, but simply because the bigger groups didn't allow for time for embarrassing bets, or even worse, to go with them to the toilet on an individual basis to serve as their degrading human toilet paper. Bigger groups had her constantly rushing from one pussy to the next in an attempt to keep up with their demands for pleasure. At these parties she served women from all shapes, ages and colours. It was mortifying really. As over the week she served more women than she cared to or even could manage to keep track off.

Her preference when it came to pussies getting more and more pronounced the more experience she had. At the same time however it was getting more and more skewed towards Bernice's pussy as well. In general she tended to prefer hairless pussies the most, the second biggest deciding factor being their firmness which tended to make her taste get skewed to the younger pussies, but above all she preferred Bernice's pussy above all, like it wasn't even worth any hesitation or up for debate at all no matter how much she wished it was different. On a mental level Bernice's pussy just got her that much more points towards her next orgasm an orgasm she always needed or direly needed depending on how recent her last orgasm had been and how many edges she had been put through since. Bernice had never allowed for her to not be horny. Whenever she granted her and orgasm she always made sure she has a couple more edges to go through before she was let go. Anything after that simply built on that arousal. All edges and orgasm were without exception only delivered when she was eating Bernice's pussy creating an actual undeniable physical preference as well.

When it came to her mental preference for Bernice's pussy, especially when she was incredibly horny and in dire need of an orgasm, she could kind of will her way around it to maintain what little dignity she had. The physical preference was way harder to deal with though. All those edges and orgasms with her face buried in Bernice's pussy were really stacking up by now. Whenever she so much as smelled Bernice's pussy she could start to feel her own pussy tingle in anticipation of the pleasurable sensations of an eager tongue or quality sextoy which always accompanied it. She was starting to get increasingly wet and horny over Bernice's pussy to the point where just the woman's pussy without anything else was becoming an actual turn on for her. While Bernice's pussy never went unaccompanied by actual physical stimulation, she could start to feel by her reactions to nothing but the smell and taste when she was for example dealing with her dirty panties, that she could probably get all worked up and even frustrated over nothing but eating Bernice's pussy all day without anything actually touching her own pussy. Being rather loose and very hairy, Bernice's pussy counted among the most disgusting pussies she had to deal with that much didn't change. It was however also the only pussy which actually turned her on, and increasingly much at that. No matter what she remained straight and burying her face in a pussy no matter how tight smooth and clean remained disgusting to her, just to varying degrees. Non of them even came close to turning her on. In fact they were turn offs more than anything with the exception of Bernice's pussy.

Jessy realised full well what was happening that she wasn't only treated like a dog, but also conditioned like one of Pavlov's dogs. That didn't help her one bit though. Without anyway to deny eating Bernice's pussy, or the pleasure accompanying it, she just couldn't stop herself from getting conditioned. It made it all the more frustrating, and didn't help ease the embarrassment one bit when she found herself turned on by Bernice's pussy. It was a physical reaction she simply couldn't stop from happening, no matter what she tried, no matter what dirty things she thought to try to turn herself off the fact that she got conditioned while doing something so disgusting to her didn't help in that regard either, not one bit. Like it or not, Bernice's pussy was a huge turn on for her and it brought her nothing but shame, especially when she ended up getting horny when Bernice demanded her tongue after using the toilet. Not even the piss soaked pussy could keep her from getting turned on. She really was turning in the cunt hungry bitch Bernice had claimed she would become and there was no denying it. The fact that Bernice's pussy actually seemed to control her body made her feel more violated than any tongue, fingers or even toes which had toyed with her pussy by now.

While Rose wasn't dealing with such struggles being the completely blind servant to Bernice and her guests came with it's own struggles. The double life for one remained incredibly embarrassing and stressful, fearing day in and day out that her husband would find out and that her life would be over and that of her children in jeopardy. Constantly getting introduced to new people kept her shame cranked all the way up and her stress as well. Especially since she had nothing to go off but audible cues. It made knowing who she was dealing with so much harder to discern. Usually she was dealing with complete strangers who she didn't recognise in the slightest, neither by name or their voices, but on two occasions that had changed. The first time had been when she instantly recognised the name and voice of a couple. The man she didn't know all that well, but his trophy wife she did, it was actually one of her old friends, someone she did yoga with and often went to lunch with along with some other women in the neighbourhood, one of their steady group who often went for coffee, or wine at one another's houses. Kelly, known as the biggest gossip of their group. If you wanted a rumour or a secret to spread telling Kelly was a sure fire way to let the whole neighbourhood know in no time.

Rose had no idea she and her husband were kinky, and she was about the last person Rose would have expected as well. After all she couldn't have imagined Kelly keeping such a secret, yet here she was the absolute worst person to possibly find out. Kelly might have been able to keep her own secret, but there was no way she would be able to keep such a juicy gossip as her being Bernice's and her own stepdaughter's slut even though she had assured Sally that she wouldn't be telling on her. Getting groped by this friend of hers was the absolute worst, especially when she had fingered her pussy. Luckily Kelly didn't seem to realise or figure out who she was, but the threat remained constant. Even if she never did figure it out, there was no way she would be able to face Kelly again after sitting on the woman's lap and getting fingered to multiple orgasms by her in front of others. It was horrible, somehow even worse than Bernice who was in on it doing it.

It had been made all the scarier when Bernice had asked about her in a round about way, asking if there had been more gossip regarding her, before asking what else was new in the group. Kelly had eagerly said that thing had been pretty quiet around Bernice now that there weren't any girls frequently sneaking in and out anymore. She did note however that rumour had it that Rose was having an affair, given how she was never available anymore when her husband wasn't home. Kelly didn't realise that Rose was standing right next to her at that moment listening on in horror to hear her name dropped by Kelly. Jessy who was eating Kelly's pussy at that very moment was shocked to be servicing another woman who apparently knew her mother, to hear about her in this situation was awful.

Another time Rose had picked up some cues about knowing who Bernice's guests were was when a waitress at her favourite lunch place came over, apparently being a couple with a hairdresser at her salon where she used to have weekly appointments. She didn't really know their names, but she kind of vaguely recognize their voices and it was awful to be trying to figure out who they were and how she knew them. When she actually figured it out it was all the more mortifying to realise that she was now literally serving a girl who used to serve her and another who used to pamper her. Just like with Kelly she feared she would never be able to properly meet their eye again. Hearing her previous hairdresser not how she was one hot bitch while finger blasting her pussy was awful, but luckily, much like Kelly neither of them realised who she actually was.

Inviting these people, especially Kelly had been a bit of a risk for Bernice with Jessy crawling around, but Jessy had never stayed here very long, spending the gross of her time at college. The context and the changes to her had also been drastic enough to obscure her identity from them. All in all she had simply loved showing off her new pretty bitch to them, excited by the risk that they might actually recognise her. To add a final insult for Rose she had asked all three women for a pair of their worn panties as "payment" for her slut two, promising they would get them back washed. She had then filmed Rose wearing her hood, but no gag, or none of Sally's panties underneath, masturbating herself to a climax while wearing these panties over her hooded head. She had been warned each time not to speak because these videos would be going to the women who owned these panties. Rose was mortified knowing what all three of them smelled like, it was knowledge she simply couldn't unlearn anymore and to think they would get to see her masturbating while sniffing these made ever facing them all the more dreadful.

While the women were having their tea parties down stairs it fell on Jason to entertain the men, or rather on the to entertain themselves using him however they wished. Every morning Sally had gotten him a long edging session with a pair of worn stockings from either her, Bernice or slut to get him all worked up and in desperate need for some relief. She did however gradually decrease just how horny she got him. It served to make him more and more aware of exactly what it was that he was doing, pleasing men just to get fucked like a big sissy rather than acting out of sheer horny desperation. It led to a bit more protest and reluctance, but that also faltered later in the week as it got punished harshly through shocks and spankings until he fully complied each time it happened. The threats of spankings and the fact that he had done all the depraved things they demanded countless of times helped ease him into compliance. Afterall having gotten fucked by so many different guys it was pretty much just a new normal, what was one more or less after getting fucked by seven different guys? It wasn't worth the trouble of protesting, especially since it actually brought him the majority of his pleasure whether he liked to admit it or not.

Just like with Master Frank he got educated in many mock subjects, like geography where rather than having to learn countries and their capitals he had to learn about countries and their average dick size. It was incredibly hard to memorise it all which left him open to plenty of punishment for messing up on his quizzes. When it came to maths he had to calculate potential earnings based on absurdly low prices for his ass, mouth and for rim jobs and a number of people present. Another subject he had been taught was arts where he had to decorate printed pictures of cocks with lipstick marks. It was easy enough really, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. Much like with his first so called lesson it all just boiled down to cock and however it could be fit into any given subject.

Despite all threats to take away that cock which everyone claimed he so loved, that never happened. At most he got punished for not trying hard enough until he did try hard enough to earn a good fuck, but it always ended with him getting fucked at least once by the guy or more often than not, guys present. Much to his shame he came through each and every fuck he got, not only that, but he always had more orgasms then the men who fucked him, especially the longer the week got on as he got more and more trained at receiving pleasure through his ass. Even when Sally hooked him up with three guys at once he still ended up coming more than once when the third guy fucked him despite all previous orgasms. It was especially hard because by that point even over arousal couldn't be blamed anymore. True the men had way above average endurance when fucking him, but even that was only to blame on him sucking them off before. Blowjobs were yet another thing he was getting increasingly skilled at, just like rim jobs much to his regret.

It wasn't seldom that he found himself being spit roasted, sucking off one guy while getting fucked by another, but worse than that were when the men took turns fucking him while he was rimming the other with a reach around to try to get the other man hard for another round. The worst thing by far was when there has been three guys and he had been forced to mount two cocks at once while sucking the third. The sheer size of two cocks was way too much for even his well trained ass to handle making it simply uncomfortable and even painful to a degree. That still didn't take away that cocks remained his main source of pleasure, and even a main source in his diet. He swallowed so many loads that the calories he got through them simply weren't neglectable anymore.

The worst moments by far however were when the women would come up to have a look at the sissy. He might be straight, but in his current situation they serves as nothing but an audience to his shame and even an addition, having to come clean about his supposed fetish which always ended in him dealing with their smelly feet. With all the pleasure he gained getting edged when pleasuring cock, or worshipping feet or just getting off with them all together he too was getting quite conditioned despite his attempts to stop it. The conditioning was way less specific however, and thus also way less intense. He couldn't help but grow turned on when seeing, smelling or tasting a cock. The same was true for nearly pedicured, but sweaty feet. Not to the extend that he would grow incredibly frustrated over them without any outside stimulation, but each time he had to deal with either he felt his ass clench around the base of his plug or a cock currently fucking him.

As if all that wasn't bad enough he was also changing beyond what he realised. His constant diet of sissy shakes mixed with those muscle relaxants were ravaging his muscle mass making him look way more dainty for one thing, but also getting him so much weaker in general to the point where Sally could easily overpower him even without the active muscle relaxants. The hormones he ingested through his sissy condoms in the meantime made his prostate all the more sensitive just like they did to his nipples. Meanwhile his cock was growing less responsive which was only noticeable through less trouble with his cage. If he had had less going on, he might have noticed, but at this point one less discomfort wasn't really noticeable. All-in all he was just becoming a bigger sissy than even he had realised and he realised plenty. At this point he had had more cocks than pussy despite his success with the ladies and he had kissed the feet of more women than he had kissed the lips off. Those were the real shameful things making it hard to drift off to sleep each night.