She felt her mother's hands unzipping her dress, then pressing down hard on her shoulders. She went with the pressure and settled to her knees before him. Her father ran his weeping cock over her lips. She dropped the phone to grasp his cock with both hands. One hand cupped his balls while the other reverently stroked the shaft. She licked the precum off the head and shaft and then sucked the head into her mouth while pumping with her fist.
Her mother had straddled her back to peer over her head at the scene.
Jenny could feel her mother's pussy being pressed against the back of her neck.
She had her dress pulled high. Bare legs rubbed against her shoulders. She heard the crotch being ripped out of panties and then her hair was parted and moved off her neck. She next felt a warm, wet cunt smearing its way up her backbone like a giant slug.
Her mother was rubbing herself off on the bumps of her spine, sliding her cunt from a point between the shoulder blades to the hair line at the base of her head, a very odd sensation, but a very stimulating one, one that sent hot tingles up and down Jenny's spine.
Her mother watched the cock sucking for a few moments, then said without slowing her neck humping, "Answer your father, Bitch. How vulgar will you be with that animal?"
Consumed with passion, Jenny eased the exciting cock from her mouth and said,
"I'll let him lick my cunt while I masturbate to bring down more of my cunt juice."
She sucked him deep, then came off slowly to say, "I'll masturbate whenever he fucks my ass or mouth."
Again, she went down, then came off to add, "After he fucks my bitch cunt or my bitch asshole, I'll bring his fuck to my mouth and eat it."
She sucked again and said, "I'll let his fuck run down my legs and then lick it off my legs."
She jacked the shaft and licked at more precum, saying between licks, putting a lick or two between each word, "I'll do exercises to get limber enough to lick my own cunt, then I'll lick his cock while he's fucking my bitch cunt."
She sucked him deep and long while pumping hard, then eased off to say, "When he's done fucking me, I'll lap the drooling fuck right from my bitch fuck hole."
She sucked more and then added, "Will that be proof enough that I'm being a good wife for a dog, a good bitch?"
Jenny's mouth flowed over the head of her father's cock and she sucked hard while pumping the shaft as her mother said, "Yes, if you do that, we'll be satisfied that you're being a good bitch. You begin work on those exercises right away.
See if you can be ready by Wednesday evening. We want you to make a powerful impression on those young ladies. You find a good position to fuck in, one that allows you to suck the dog's balls and lick his canine cock while it's fucking your bitch cunt. I'm sure you're limber enough to do that, already. Now, stop sucking your father's cock, get back to that girl, and make her happy; and remember, we'll be listening in."
We return to Dallas where Heather says, "Yes, I'm still here."
Jenny said, "Heather, I'll be the bitch you want me to be. Tell the others.
Everything you want from me, I will provide. I'll put on good performances and accept a beating when I fail. I will serve you and any mistress Douglas brings home, and my sons may use me for sexual experimentation. They can invite their friends to use me as well. They can show me off and sell my sexual services.
I'll be a good bitch, a bisexual slut, and a good whore. I promise. Will that make you happy, dear?"
"Pleased as punch. How soon can you get back here?"
"Forty-five minutes."
"You have one hour. That gives you fifteen minutes to fuck your father while you eat your mother. Take an extra fifteen and have them shave your hairy cunt bald. Oh, and tell them I said thanks. You don't cup a receiver very well. Bye, Bitch!"
Back in Denton:
"John, we have the Lord's work to do. Go get your fucking razor. Bitch, strip!
Let's see if you can eat a cunt as well as you suck a cock. We'll demonstrate that to those girls as well. We'll show them exactly what a Christian sex slave does."
"Yes, Mother."
Heather had to leave the Goldsteins' shortly after the phone call from Jenny because her father called and wanted her to return home. She arrived home shortly before ten that evening and was met at the door by a naked daddy with an erection. She was scooped into his arms and carried giggling into the master bedroom where she was stripped and fucked properly by one of the masters.
After a proper incestuous fucking, he told her about his new secretary/whore, Dawn, but did not tell about her mother's role in adding the /whore to his lovely secretary.
Having met Dawn, Heather was awed that her father would do that to such a sweet girl. He just wasn't the type to force a newlywed into whoring and bearing his bastard, making the husband accept the situation, then fucking his bride right in front of him for hours on end. That was where he'd been and what he'd been doing, and explained why he had such trouble getting it up and keeping it up despite Heather's best efforts.
The story he told did sound exactly like something her mother would do and could easily arrange. She pictured Dawn up against her mother. Dawn stood no chance. Heather figured that her mother and father were playing games with her, that they were in league, that they had laid their adultery cards on the table and came to an agreement, and that her own seduction and draft into the slut world was a result.
She wasn't far off in her guess but didn't betray her suspicions to her father.
By this time, her attitude was: If they want to play games with me, I'm their toy. If it's games they want to play, I'll be a dumb toy.
Heather didn't mind being toyed with and used. She didn't mind being misused and abused, either.
She dropped more hints to her father that she craved rougher treatment, and after thinking about it all day, she did crave rougher treatment.
She told him several torture fantasies that she really wanted to experience, and she convinced him that she really did want to live them.
He found the bloody tortures disturbing and told her not to let her mother know she thought those things, not that it might lead to bloody torture, but that it could lead to nasty and mean treatment that he'd find difficult to tolerate even if he knew Heather loved it. Heather wanted hints dropped; he wanted no hints dropped; they dropped the subject.
Heather was dying to share her success and sexual adventure at the Goldsteins'.
She was very proud of herself, having instigated a bestial orgy on her own and been fucked fourteen times in one four-hour period-all three holes, man and beast. Turning an adult woman into a bestial sex slave was her major accomplishment, though she had to give most of the credit to Douglas and the parents. Still, she served as the catalyst, and she was duly proud.
Jenny Goldstein was her toy, and she didn't want her parents knowing she had her own toy, not after realizing that she was a toy to them. They had enough toys in their toy box. They didn't need to play with her toys. In fact, her toys were all of the Goldsteins and Jenny's parents. Heather loved those hypocritical holy rollers. She'd heard most of their conversation and saw through their bullshit immediately.
Heather knew they were both using Jenny during the long break in conversation.
She knew, Cora, Jenny's mother, was rubbing her bare cunt on Jenny's back and neck while John got his cock sucked. She knew because they talked openly about what they were doing: she, about how smooth, soft, and sexy Jenny's skin was and how the back of her neck was perfect to rub off on; he, telling what a great cock sucker their daughter was and how good she'd look with a big nigger dick in her mouth. That they were going to rape the fuck out of their daughter after the phone call was obvious. Giving the order made incestuous rape the Lord's work.
Heather was dying to get in the middle of that relationship but not while wearing a chastity girdle.
In fact, having toys like the Goldsteins while having her good parts under lock and key was in no way appealing. Avoiding the girdle became a high priority, and she let her father know in no uncertain terms that she would not tolerate a chastity device of any kind, and if one were put on her, she would call 911 if she had to if that's what it took to get it off.
He assured her that she would never be put in a chastity device, that the threat alone would make her mother think of something else. Heather was sure it would.
She relaxed, confident that her parents would hold a meeting with Sarah, put their heads together, and arrive at a solution that would keep their toy from dialing 911. How they accomplished that was their problem. She had her own toys to control, and getting in the middle of a group of born-again holy rollers who lived outside the county was her goal and challenge. She needed free time and freedom of movement before she could even begin formulating a plan.
That's when it hit her-church.
Of course, how better to get in the middle of a bunch of born-agains than to let them save you and join their church. It was perfect.
She'd been born-again three times already, and her parents had always let her go to church. She knew the routine and knew the rap. Perfect.