Under Roberta
9. A New Roommate
The rest of the semester seemed to fly by. Soon it was time for Slinky to move in. She shipped most of her belongings directly to Roberta’s address, and flew across country. Rod and Winky flew in the next day; Rod had taken one week off from his job. It was might heady for Roberta to have an entire family of four willingly submit themselves to sexual slavery under a twenty year old. They all four lay on Roberta’s bed and waited their turn, calmly presenting their wrists and ankles to be cuffed. Once she had them all inescapably restrained and obscenely exposed, she stepped into her favorite strapon dildo and started fucking holes. She kept them this way all night, letting them up one at a time to go to the bathroom, strapping them back down when they returned. The level of trust they paid to her was simply astounding.
In the morning she sent Rod down to make breakfast. The girls were left bound on the bed while Roberta took a nice hot shower, and then went down to eat. While Rod served her, Roberta fondled him until he was hard again. She then sent him upstairs with a tray to hand feed the girls. His cock twitched with excitement when Roberta told him he could molest the three helpless girls. She forbade him from touching them with his cock or his tongue, but he could use his hands on any part of their bodies he wanted. Roberta ate leisurely, and then took a second cup of coffee to the living room to read the paper. Twice she heard one of the girls cry out in orgasm. It was Slinky. The easy minx always came quickly and usually let out a noisy report. After the third outcry, she set the paper aside and went up. She couldn’t concentrate with all the commotion. Beside, the news sucked anyway.
Rod was kneeling on the bed between his two daughters abusing them both. His left hand was between Pinky’s legs, feeling but not really rubbing. His right hand was between Slinky’s legs actively rubbing, stroking, and stimulating. You could tell she was close to another orgasm. Roberta made him stop and Slinky groaned in frustration. She let Slinky up and sent her to the toilet. That done she led Rod and Slinky down two flights of stairs to the dungeon. Verbally directing his actions, she supervised Rod as he strapped his daughter down in the Standard Position. Roberta had him place little pad locks on all the cuffs so he wouldn’t be able to release her. She gave him a large tube of personal lubricant, a jug of water to drink, and a towel and a plastic bag to use if Slinky needed to go to the bathroom. Roberta checked before leaving. Yes, he was still hard as a rock. She locked the dungeon door from the outside and left the two lovebirds alone.
Roberta went back up and released Pinky and Winky. She dressed them in tight fitting leotards and they went to the gym to work out. They went out for a leisurely lunch. Then they went to a cosmetic surgery clinic where mother and daughter met with a doctor to discuss breast implant surgery. The two girls were reasonably well endowed, but Roberta thought it would be entertaining if they were both much bigger. She had chosen a doctor who was board certified with an excellent reputation. He was both a superb physician and a fine craftsman who took pride in his ability to achieve excellent results with little or no visible scarring. He had many testimonials from happy patients. Roberta didn’t mention to her girls that he was also known as the go-to plastic surgeon for the porn stars.
The doctor examined them both and declared they were excellent candidates. He seemed quite confident in his ability to sculpt them to identical proportions; with beautiful breasts that would sit high on their chests. Mother and daughter held hands the whole time. They were both genuinely excited about the idea. The surgery was scheduled for the next week. They were given all the preparatory instructions, including the requirement that the nipple rings be removed. On Roberta’s suggestion (direct order) they both requested nipple enhancement to be done at the same time. This doctor had helped pioneer the procedure. In this procedure a small amount of cartilage would be harvested from their ears and implanted into their nipple flesh. The effect would be the feel and appearance of permanently erect nipples. The two girls would look sexually excited 24X7. Their nipples would need to be re-pierced after healing, but Roberta was up to the task. Before leaving, they also inquired about collagen lip injections and labiaplasty, just for future reference. The doctor extended his examination and made some notes.
Upon returning home Roberta quietly unlocked the door and crept downstairs. Rod was lying motionless on top of his daughter, his softened cock still lodged in her cunt. Apparently he had fallen asleep during, or after sex. She splashed the remainder of the water jug on him and he scrambled to his feet, surprised and embarrassed. Roberta released Slinky’s arms first. She brought them down by her sides and pinned them with the waist belt, thigh straps, and thumbless mitts. Then she released Slinky’s legs and had her stand up. She had Papa Rod stand close behind his daughter and reach around and grab her tits, hugging her close. Roberta locked comfortable padded ankle cuffs on them, attaching their two right feet together, and the left ones. The cuff pairs had but a single link between them, ensuring that their feet would stay close to each other. She walked away without saying a word and left them like that, naked and attached at the ankles, for the next few days.
Rod and Slinky had to operate as a single unit for the time being. They were free to move about the condo, but had to coordinate their motions in order to walk. It took considerable cooperation to climb stairs at first. For balance he held onto the railing with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her body, holding their bodies close. His free hand usually found a breast to maul. Everything they did, eating, sleeping, and shuffling about, was done with Slinky’s cute nineteen year old butt pressed up against his crotch. Whenever he got hard, which seemed like all the time, he merely had to spread his feet wide. Slinky’s ankles, linked to his as they were, would follow, parting her thighs, giving him ready access. Sometimes he humped, fucking her at will. Other times he simply held her close with his erection running along her cunt lips, the pierced tip of his dick pressed against her clit. Rod was responsible for feeding her. When they sat down, she sat on his lap. Going to the toilet was tricky, especially for Slinky. Papa Rod had to straddle the bowl and sit on the tank while she squatted down. It was easier for him, he would simply sit down and Slinky could either sit on his lap or stand there and wiggle her ass in his face. But they got the hang of it, and they soon lost their toilet shyness and felt completely comfortable pissing and shitting with the other present. Winky was given the assignment of keeping them clean. She carried a tube of sex gel around and applied it frequently. Rod was forbidden from using his daughter’s asshole for now. Not that Slinky could stop him, but they had no privacy, so he didn’t dare disobey.
After two days Roberta added another dimension to Slinky’s subjugation. She placed adhesive patches over her eyes so she couldn’t see. She now had to take constant verbal instructions from Rod. He had to direct her every motion in great detail, when to open her mouth, when to lie down, when to walk. She got used to taking detailed instructions from her horny father and the two tuned into each other, learning to move in unison. She lost track of time and the groping and the humping and the fucking all ran together.
When Roberta separated them, Rod still had five days left before he had to return to work. They all drove out to Morgan’s coastal resort for a few more days of lavish relaxation. Winky and Slinky were scheduled for round two of their laser treatments. This time Roberta bartered for their upgrade by sending Papa Rod to Morgan’s apartment for a night. She was delighted to accommodate. Morgan liked fucking men more than women, and she rode him very hard. The night started out with Rod lying on a gynecologic exam table, feet strapped to the stirrups, arms cuffed behind his head. The staff dermatologist systematically removed every vestige of body hair from his ears down, including his beard. The process took over an hour. At first he twitched each time the laser probe went ‘Snap’. Morgan and Roberta watched the whole process, necking and kissing on and off. At the end they flipped him face down over a padded bench so the technician could clean up his back. Roberta enjoyed his ass with a strapon, before leaving him with them for the night.
Rod returned to the room on towards noon the next day with a few additional welts and marks. Roberta decided he need a reward for toughing it out for the team. She had him lay down on the bed and made Winky suck him to hardness. She stretched a condom over his hardon and straddled him, taking him inside her. Rod was only the third live male erection she had ever had. It turned out to be much more peasant than she expected, certainly better that her first two. Of course, that had been a rape at age 14. She stayed on top of him until he had orgasmed and softened.
She fucked him like this three more times that day. The family slept together that night, and as the first light of day entered the room, Roberta dropped her guard even further. She allowed him to be on top, in missionary position, and even skipped the condom requirement. Thinking he had ‘subdued’ the mighty bitch, Rod sauntered to the bathroom to pee. He didn’t even bother closing the door.
Roberta was lying quietly, enjoying the warm glow of a good fuck when she heard the hollow gurgling sound of a man pissing. She knew exactly what that sound meant: Papa Rod was standing up while urinating, a clear violation of her direct order. She was outraged, and acted instantly. She scrambled out of the bed and donned a convenient strapon dildo. Before Rod had finished pissing, she ambushed him. She grabbed him by the back of the neck with one powerful hand and swept his feet from under him. As he fell, she guided him into the toilet he had just filled and pushed his face into the yellow liquid. Roberta slipped her left hand under his left armpit and behind his head placing Rod in a half-Nelson, pinning him in this position. Her free right hand squirted shampoo on his asshole. She shoved the strapon up his ass, and then slipped her right arm and hand around his right shoulder and behind his head. She laced her fingers together at the base of his skull, completing his capture in a full-Nelson. About this time his struggling became frantic and she lifted his head out of the toilet.
Rod’s first few breaths consisted of deep choking and coughing, expelling foreign fluids from his lungs. After a bit he started bellowing incoherently. “Please stop,” were the only words that made any sense. Roberta told him to shut up, shoved his face back into the toilet, and started shoving the dildo in and out of him. Rod started struggling again, but Roberta kept sodomizing him until his struggles weakened. She pulled his head up again and allowed him to clear his lungs. The moment he spoke again, she screamed at him to shut the fuck up and crammed his face down again. This cycle continued: face into the water and buttfucking, then up for air held with the dildo buried deep. After about fifteen minutes of this he was completely broken, but Roberta didn’t stop. She felt completely violated that she would allow him something so precious, and then he would be so completely stupid. All the pain of her rape at the hands of her step brothers came back, and she was taking it out on him. The harsh punishment began turning into sexual torture. The other girls started to worry if she was going to kill him. Thirty five minute had passed before she relented. Roberta stood up. Testament to her incredible strength, she also lifted Rod, his head and torso still trapped in her arms, his butt still skewered on the fake cock.
Roberta carried him to the bed and sat down, Papa Rod pinned to his lap. She ordered Winky to bring her luggage over. Winky dug around and retrieved the chastity contraption and with Roberta’s directions, locked it onto his cock and balls. Winky handed Roberta a pair of leather handcuffs and she cuffed his hands behind him. Roberta placed a blindfold on him, and left the suite without saying a word. She ate breakfast alone in the restaurant and went to visit Morgan. They worked out an agreement for that night. Then Roberta returned to the room.
The girls had cleaned him up. Roberta told him that for the next several days, he was to lick anything put in front of him. The girls came first and he pleasured his wife and daughters. Then it was Bidet. She proved to be a tough nut to crack. Morgan had been training her to withstand long stretches of sexual stimulation without orgasms. It took quite a while to get her off the first time. His jaw and tongue were sore and tired before she got there. The next ones, three, four, and five, were much easier. The rest of the day became a long parade of pussies to lick. Being blindfolded he had no idea who he was tasting. Morgan showed up twice for a turn. The manicurist thoroughly enjoyed him. The entire maid staff was brought by. The cute receptionist turned down the offer; she was two months pregnant and considered it cheating on her husband. At one point Rod sensed someone in front of him. When he opened his mouth, a stiff dick was pressed into it. Moments later another one found its way up his ass. The two guys took their time and switched places several times. Both of them came in his mouth. That evening Rod was stuffed into a crate and delivered to Morgan’s apartment. Roberta tagged along.
He was returned the next morning in the same crate, still wearing the cuffs and blindfold, but not in the same condition. Papa Rod now had two new tattoos. One was located on his lower stomach between his belly button and cock, the other was draped across his ass and lower back. On his stomach was a realistic image of a woman’s vagina. It was cherry red and appeared obviously swollen from recent sex. It was surrounded by a dark downward-pointing triangle of pubic hair. Woven into the hair were the words ‘Pussy Whipped’. On his ass was a depiction of a huge erect penis and balls with the words ‘Insert Yours Here’, not something you would want to go to jail wearing. He had rings pierced into his nipples and a stud through the tip of his tongue. When let out of the crate he immediately assumed a kneeling position. He quietly waited with his head bowed down.
The girls quietly packed their bags. They checked out and drove back to the city. Rod was dropped off at the train station for the trip home. (He couldn’t fly with that contraption on his balls.) They removed his blindfold and dumped him and his bags at the station with word his wife would be home in a month or so. This was a small waystation that received only two trains a day, one eastbound, one west, and was largely abandoned most of the time. He had eight hours to wait for the next train east, so he bought his ticket.
Rod went to the men’s room to see for the first time what his tattoos looked like. He sat on a toilet, looked at his lower stomach, and wept silently for a bit. He couldn’t see what was on his ass, so he ventured out of the stall to look in the mirror. He pulled his pants down and was shocked to see the massive hardon tattooed to his backside. Much bigger than life, it had a dangling ball sack down low on his ass and a fat vein covered shaft that extended to a large purple head well up his lower back. If he ever went shirtless half of a hardon would be showing above his beltline. He could see that there were words on his other cheek, and turned to look over his other shoulder at them. Backwards in the mirror, it took a moment to decode the letters. Right about that time three big ugly hillbillies came into the room. You know the type: unshaven, overweight, reduced vocabulary, parents were cousins, awful halitosis from rotting teeth and gums. Here these three unsavories found a guy with his pants pulled down in a public toilet and a big hardon tattooed on his backside. One of them blocked the door while the other two grabbed Rod. As those two yanked all of his clothes off, the guy by the door took out his cell phone and made a couple of calls.
Rod didn’t make his train, but did manage to get on the eastbound train the next day. He was taken to an isolated piece of wasteland several miles out of town where the Clan lived. His first task was to pleasure Mother. The 78 year old matriarch was actually a great-grandmother who ruled the Clan with an iron fist. After licking her wrinkled old puss to her satisfaction, he then tended to nearly all the other members of the Clan, men, women, and children. Some of the women were a little disappointed that he was wearing the chastity device. Even though he stayed nice and hard, no woman would allow that steel wire contraption anywhere near her cunt.
Pictures were taken of him licking preteen girls and boys, to ensure he wouldn’t report any of this. The next morning he was fed a bowl of cornmeal mush and pushed naked out the door of the trailer he was being held in, his clothes thrown after. He was instantly beset by the Clan’s dogs. The Clan kept a pack of well trained mixed-breed guard dogs that knew exactly what to do when a naked human was pushed out the door. One dog grabbed him by the nape of his neck while another sniffed his crotch. Had the naked human possessed a pussy, the dog would have immediately mounted and tied the bitch. But being male, the dog walked around to the other end of the human and began humping at his face. Rod was still under Roberta’s order to lick anything put in front of him. So one by one, Rod gave blow jobs to every dog that wanted. The dogs were quite excited and they lined up in strict alpha beta order. The dogs always got plenty of pussy; the women of the clan were regularly stripped and thrown to the dogs, just to keep them in line. (Some of the women actually enjoyed this and would commit some minor infraction of the rule, knowing full well the consequences. Call it positive reward for bad behavior.) But rarely was a naked man tossed their way. The dogs all wanted some of this action.
Eventually the dogs lost interest, but only after some of them had fucked Rod’s face two or three times. He was allowed to dress, climb over the gate, and walk to town with only his train ticket in his pocket. The trip home took 40 hours, including a four hour layover in Denver where he traded sex for food.
Roberta’s rage barely cooled when they were rid of him. In fact she stayed moody and sullen for several days. She ran and lifted like a fiend hoping to work off her frustrations. Thursday was the appointment at the plastic surgery clinic. Mother and daughter reported early for prep. Roberta attended and stayed the whole day. The procedures were performed out-patient, and though groggy and weak from the anesthesia, the girls were home by evening.
The bruising and soreness were extensive, but not unexpected. What the two didn’t count on was that their mouths and their pussies would be in pain. Roberta had visited the surgeon and ‘convinced’ him to perform collagen injections in both their upper and lower lips. Pinky and Winky now possessed full lush pouting lips that seemed to invite sex. And their labia were now puffed out permanently looking freshly fucked at all times. Once the pain subsided, they were both pleased with the results.
Roberta on the other hand was mostly interested in the new tits they carried. She was quite pleased with the results and it pulled her out of her emotional funk. Her girls now had large prominent orbs placed very high on their chests. Without wearing a bra, in fact while lying flat on their backs, they both presented an excellent cleavage. The surgeon had used two stage silicon implants placed both under and above their pectoral muscles. The effect was tits that looked, felt, and moved just like real. And their nipples also looked amazingly real, like they had only moments ago had been suckled to hardness. The surgery took a few weeks to heal, but the sutures had been so skillfully done that within months, there were no visible signs left at all. The transplanted cartilage in their nipples took longer to stabilize however. Their nipples and their labia remained highly sensitive after that. Neither of them could stand to wear cotton underwear. Silk or satin bras and panties became their normal attire, though they often just went commando. It was the next Christmas before Roberta was allowed to replace their nipple piercings.
Winky didn’t return home until school was back in session. She was given a key to Papa Rod’s genital entrapment and instructions on how to replace the batteries, now long dead. She assumed the fully dominant position in their relationship, and he accepted it. Having worn the contraption for two and a half months, he had become so used to it, that whenever she took it off him for sex, had would ask to have it back afterwards. It felt comforting to be encased in a fake vagina at all times. He felt alone and vulnerable without it.
Slinky adjusted quite well to life as Roberta’s property. She was allowed to enjoy a real male cock only on special occasions. She applied her self to her studies and excelled. She also became a regular at the gym and her body toned up nicely. Roberta monitored her diet and she grew into the picture of health.
For Roberta’s birthday that fall, Pinky came home with a very special birthday present. She had gotten a tattoo of a beautiful tropical bird placed on her hip and leg. It was large and colorful, starting above her belt line with tail feathers draping down toward her knee. Roberta was so pleased, so moved, that she returned Pinky a great honor. Pinky was allowed to wear the strapon for one full night, albeit one of her smaller ones. Pinky asked for one small additional favor, which was also granted. During that night’s grooming, Roberta let herself be shaven completely, her first time ever. The thin strip of hair above her cunt was removed. She grew it right back over the next week or so, but Pinky knew the honor of allowing it just this once was momentous.
The three girls built a very satisfying relationship. Outside guests were sometimes invited in. Winky and Rod visited from time to time. Rod was always kept shackled in the basement. Big Mike would come over every morning with one or two of his fanboys in tow and trade them out for the two left the previous day. These obedient boys were given explicit instructions on what they were expected to do to Rod. He was never allowed to fuck either of his daughters again, but did get to watch extensive video recordings of them. Rod usually spent one night with Morgan during each visit. By the fifth, Rod was permanently denuded of hair from the ears down. He also picked up a new homo erotic tattoo each time, guaranteeing he would never be changing clothes in a public locker room again.
For Roberta’s and Pinky’s graduation, Winky flew the four girls to an exclusive resort in the Caribbean for two weeks of sun and fun. Rod was definitely not invited.