The Contract Ch. 02

I trembled as I looked at the femboy known to me only as "Slut" looked down at me, a sinister grin on their face. My senses were still reeling from the torment my Goddess had put me through mere minutes ago, and I was doing my best to avoid imagining how things could possibly get any worse. Still, there was nothing I could really do to stop any of this. Legally I was now property of my Goddess, and even if I found a way to escape, I'd be stuck wearing these bindings for the rest of my life. My only way out was to suffer through the weekend and invoke the exit clause in the contract once the period had ended.

Slut didn't allow me much time to think on this further. Within moments their small dainty hands were unlocking the head and hand restraints on the prison box, and a quick yank on my chain signaled to me to slide out. While I relished finally being free of the stale odors of Goddess' farts and urine, I couldn't help but fear what would come next. She had told Slut that they could do whatever they pleased with me in her absence, and something told me that the slave once on the bottom of the totem pole in this household would relish the opportunity to finally have someone else in that terrible position.

I remained on my knees, looking up at the slave-turned-tormenter above me. Their slender frame was nothing compared to Goddess', but at the end of the day physical power wasn't necessary to control me. Slut yanked my chain with a surprising amount of force and dragged me over to the normal section of the large couch, where they quickly sat down with a soft, feminine sigh. My face was quickly positioned between their small soft thighs, giving me a view of the pink chastity cage hidden beneath the black pencil skirt.

Wordlessly, the femboy slave pressed their hand on the back of my head, and began to slide it towards their crotch. Sucking their cock wasn't an option due to the all-encompassing pink plastic cage, but there were certainly other ways in which I'd be forced to provide pleasure. The pungent sweaty aroma of a long-caged cock began to fill my nostrils as the pressure on the back of my head grew, bringing me closer and closer to Slut's caged cock. Before long the plastic was pressed against my forehead, and my lips were flush with their smooth sweaty balls.

I paused there for a few moments, knowing what I'd have to do, but refusing to accept it. I'd never serviced a cock or balls before, even if they weren't attached to a cis man. I shook at the thought of it, but was quickly brought out of my head as a loud 'thwack' was quickly followed with a horrid stinging sensation on my left ass cheek. I cried out moments before the right cheek was hit. Slut had grabbed a crop, and was wordlessly reminding me of my place and what would happen if I did not serve.

Nearly crying a second time today from the pain, I found myself with no choice but to comply. I slowly opened my mouth and touched my lips to Slut's soft, smooth scrotum. A light moan escaped their lips above me, and I felt the arm with the crop fall to their side. I started to suck lightly, the soft wrinkly skin sliding into my mouth, adding the new taste of ball sweat to the foul cocktail still present on my taste buds. I let out a sad, defeated sigh, and began to slowly use my tongue to pleasure Slut's right testicle.

As I performed yet another of my slave duties, Slut's cock began to stiffen in their cage. At the same time, their balls became warmer and their scrotum became more pliable in my mouth. The left testicle effortlessly slipped between my lips and found itself joining its partner flat on my tongue. Before I knew it, I was sucking this stranger's balls against my will. As I serviced their crotch, I felt Slut's thin thighs tighten around me, locking me into the dark space between their legs and the long skirt. I began to suck harder and more frequently, while running my tongue around and between their testicles. I knew even a momentary lapse in service would bring the pain back, so I had to keep pushing forward.

I felt Slut's cage stiffen and push against my forehead, their enslaved cock begging for a freedom it likely hadn't experienced in years, or even longer. Part of me felt sorry for them, but most of me resented them for forcing me to suffer like this. Goddess' farts were awful, but the smell of a sweaty caged cock trapped in a skirt was in some ways even worse. The sour smell was not dissipating as I cleaned, likely because I couldn't clean the shaft itself. I did my best to avoid breathing in through my nose, and kept licking, sucking, and pleasing as Slut began to writhe in pleasure above me.

Slut had begun to approach climax when their hand suddenly slid over to the top of my head and began to push me lower. Before I had realized what was going on, the femboy's dainty legs were resting on my shoulders, their now-drenched testicles settled on top of my nose, and my lips were pressed against their smooth asshole. I instinctively resisted, but even those small hands had no issues overpowering me. I was going to have to lick Slut's asshole, likely until climax.

I took a deep breath, the smell of sweaty ass combining with cock sweat as the air rushed into my lungs. I let out a soft gag, but Slut's grip did not relent. I began to lick between their small soft cheeks, curiously surprised at how the texture of their ass was truly no different from any other woman I had gone down on. Despite the similarity in feel, I still couldn't believe what I was doing. Slut however, clearly did not mind. Their grip tightened on my hair as they shoved me harder into their crotch, and I could feel their breathing intensify. It's likely nobody had pleasured this unfortunate slave in years, and now they finally had a toy of their own to play with.

My tongue soon arrived at their asshole, and I steeled myself as I gave it a lick. The salty coppery taste wasn't all too unfamiliar, as a submissive man I had eaten my fair share of asshole in the past. My tongue slid in nearly effortlessly, this was an ass that had taken more than its fair share of penetration. Whether that was from actual cocks, Goddess' toys, or both, I couldn't be sure, and I tried not to think too hard about it. As my tongue penetrated Slut, I could feel their asshole grip it, and their breathing grew heavier. The femboy slave began to pull be head back and forth, forcing me to tongue-fuck their asshole whether I wanted to or not.

I let my body go limp as Slut began to use my face as a sex toy. Their balls and caged cock began to slap against my face, adding to the absurd humiliation of this whole event. With each forced thrust my tongue penetrated deeper into Slut's rectum, and with each penetration they grew closer and closer to climax. Their small soft thighs rubbed against my ears, and the smell of sweat inside the hot pencil skirt grew more pungent. I could feel their cock struggle more and more against the cage as I tasted deeper and deeper into their hole. I found myself hoping that Slut, unlike our shared Goddess, was not prone to farting in the throes of pleasure. If that happened, I might truly lose myself forever.

While I was relieved to not have yet another fart forcibly blasted into my unwilling mouth, Slut did have something similarly unpleasant in store for me. Their moans grew louder, and their thighs began to shake as they approached climax. Without a word, my face was yanked from its sweaty ass prison and the plastic caged cock was shoved into my mouth. Slut's plan at this point was abundantly clear. While they couldn't get erect or receive a traditional cock sucking, they certainly could still unload years of pent-up cum into my mouth, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Slut threw their head back and began to convulse in pleasure as their caged cock slid into the back of my mouth. I could feel the tell-tale ripples of orgasm shoot through their cock in spite of the plastic between my tongue and it. Moments later, a hot wet blast of cum shot into the back of my tongue. I had never sucked a cock before, and I was not at all prepared for the bitterness or the sticky, gooey texture. Wave after wave exited Slut's penis as their legs shook and trembled under the force of their orgasm. My mouth was filling with cum, and I simply couldn't bring myself to undergo the final humiliation of actually swallowing it.

As Slut's orgasm slowly ended, so did the assault on my mouth. They leaned back with a sigh, and as if on cue, I heard the telltale heavy footsteps of my Goddess approaching. Slut quickly slid their cock out of my mouth and returned to their knees. They may be above me, but we both still kneel to our one shared master.

"Now what have you two been up to?" Goddess inquired, a sinisterly playful tone in her voice. "Looks like my little Slut got to have some fun while I was gone. Now that you've pleasured yourself, get to cleaning and making my dinner."

Goddess snapped her fingers, and Slut hurried off, but not without shooting one last smirk my way. They certainly weren't done having fun with me.

That left me there, a mouth full of sticky cum, trembling and kneeling before my Goddess. She approached me, and bent towards me, the smell of fresh sweat from her walk in the hot weather wafting over me as she did.

"Tell me, my silly little personal toilet, what happened while I was gone?" she asked.

I opened my mouth to reply, but couldn't speak due to the massive load still residing in it. Goddess smirked deviously.

"I asked you a question, slave," she stated, a false anger in her voice. "You answer when spoken to."

My face went white as all of the blood poured out of it. What was I to do? If I failed to answer, something told me I'd end up in the prison box for a lot more than 15 minutes. But if I did answer, I might make a mess, and that could lead to punishment as well. I decided to do my best and try to speak.

"Godffss...I..." I blurted out, cum now dripping down the sides of my lip.

"Oh dear," she replied, that sinister playful tone back. "Sounds like your mouth is full! Let me help you out with that."

Before I could object, Goddess reached down and held my nose with one hand, and cupped my mouth with the other.

"Now, now, swallow your food, slave," she cooed. "You need your protein, as you're certainly not getting any normal people food tonight, that's not for slaves."

My eyes widened further. I couldn't breathe at all with her holding my nose and mouth. I had to swallow it all, but it was far too much to just take in one gulp.

"Don't make me wait, slave, you know I'm not patient," she continued, her grip on my nose and mouth tightening. "Besides, you'll have to learn to swallow cum one way or the other, Slut isn't the only cock you'll be servicing around here. I wouldn't want you to embarrass me in front of any of my guests or lovers."

I tried to resist and pull away. When we talked online she hadn't mentioned servicing any men! Still, the contract was quite clear that I had to do exactly as commanded, and it didn't say with whom I'd be doing those things with.

For the third time in an hour, I resigned to my fate. My throat relaxed and I took my first gulp of Slave's cum. Taking such a large, sticky load was not easy. Unlike Goddess' urine, it did not simply pour down my throat and into my stomach. It instead stuck to the back of my throat, lingering as it slowly made its way down. I took another gulp, then another, then another. How much cum did Slave deposit in my mouth? This was bordering absurd. I gagged audibly as I finally took the last load of cum down, my stomach now protesting against its new diet that seemed to exclusively consist of piss and cum.

Goddess removed her hands from my mouth. "Open wide, let's see if you finished your meal," she spoke in that playful tone of hers.

I blushed with embarrassment, but did as I was asked. I tilted my head back, opened wide, stuck out my tongue, and submitted myself for inspection. She used her fingers to pull my cheeks aside, and made quite the show out of inspecting.

"Good enough," she decided. "You'll have to get much better at this, though. In the future you're expecting to willingly and gratefully swallow all cum you receive. In fact, from now on, I want you to formally thank anyone who shoots a load into your mouth, ass, or wherever else they feel like it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Goddess," I replied reluctantly. "I understand. Thank you for helping me to enjoy Slut's cum."

"Good answer, but you still misbehaved by refusing to swallow in the first place," she replied.

I nodded, fear once again taking over my thoughts.

"But what should I do with you? The prison box was fun, we could always do that again..." she mused. "But no, I think I have a better idea."

I remained silent, doing my best to hide my concern at what type of punishment could possibly compete with the nightmare that was the prison box. I stifled a cough brought on by the sticky remnants of Slut's cum still sticking to the back of my throat as Goddess yanked on my chain leash, bringing me close to the same section of the couch that I was forced to serve Slut on earlier. My eyes widened as Goddess Nicole grabbed my neck, her large flabby arm surprisingly powerful. My back was quickly forced against the couch, and my neck bent to the point that my head was now resting on the slightly damp cushion.

Goddess wrapped my chain link leash around her forearm as she spun around, revealing her wondrous ass to me once again. I looked up at it in all of its majesty, but couldn't bring myself to enjoy it. That same ass had tormented me so thoroughly earlier, and it seemed like it was about to once again. Without consideration for my comfort or well-being, Goddess Nicole lifted her skirt with her free arm, and simply dropped down onto me as if I was merely part of that unfortunate couch.

The impact was, unsurprisingly, extreme. The cushion beneath me gave slightly, but only to the base of the couch. My unfortunate face bore the rest of the weight, Goddess' sweaty naked ass rapidly enveloping it and nearly flattening me against the couch. I let out a cry of pain and fear, but I could barely even let out the air necessary to do so under all three hundred pounds of her now resting on me and the couch. I tried to slide out from under her and free myself, but it wasn't happening. My weight compared to hers was so minimal that I suspected she probably didn't even notice the attempt.

Goddess shifted her weight a bit, sliding my deeper between her soft sweaty cheeks, pressing my nose and mouth up against her tight unshaved asshole. The hair rubbed against my face, the salty caked sweat rough against my soft features. I strained to take a breath, my windpipe barely able to expand underneath her weight. As I did so, I nearly immediately regretted it. On a hot day a woman of Goddess Nicole's size must sweat quite a bit, and she certainly wasn't going to bother cleaning up before sitting on a slave. That sour sweaty smell quickly filled my lungs, and would certainly make me ration my breathing carefully in the future.

I felt Goddess' weight shift again, this time backwards as she started to lean against the back of the couch. Despite all of the cushioning provided by her significant weight, I could feel her tailbone push me down deeper into the couch. The collar around my neck also tightened as Goddess pulled on the chain, reminding me that she was still aware of my presence.

"Start cleaning," a distant voice, still unmistakably hers, demanded. "It was far hotter out than I would have liked, and I do expect my slave toilet to serve as a proper bidet."

I tried to acknowledge, but couldn't move my head to nod, and speaking was nearly impossible under her significant weight. I stuck my tongue out instead, hoping direct compliance would be enough. As I pressed it against her hairy, sweaty, hole, I felt Goddess spread her cheeks wider, perhaps to confirm my acknowledgement.

The taste of Goddess' asshole was no better than the smell. Still, for the first time today, I was doing something I enjoyed, even if it was while being painfully smothered by a massive uncaring woman. The salty and sour taste of ass sweat and unwashed grimey ass hair quickly overcame that of the cum from early as I strained my mouth to get to work. The weight of Goddess' immense body made any movement, even licking, a huge chore. My jaw begged for me to stop, but I knew I simply did not have a choice in the matter. I swirled my tongue around her hole, trying to use whatever moisture I had available to clean the sticky matted hair around her asshole. Once I had untangled that mess, I could begin the deeper clean.

Before long, my tongue was dry and I had to take a deep breath while returning it to my mouth to moisten it again. The combined smell and taste brought me to a gag, which was surprisingly painful given the immense pressure my face and neck were under. I swirled the now-dirty tongue in my mouth, mustering up more saliva to continue the anal tongue bath. I resumed licking, and before long, Goddess' asshole was fully exposed. I felt her let out a relaxed sigh as I began to service it, lapping away at the sweat built up around and on it.

The familiar metallic taste of asshole soon joined the notes of sweat, and part of me actually began to become aroused. I could feel my cock strain against its pink prison, caring not for the fact that the rest of my body was miserable. The ring around my testicles tightened with it, introducing me to yet another new form of pain. I grimaced beneath my Goddess and tried to focus on my duty as her personal slave bidet.

As I continued my painful service, I felt movement in the room. Just outside of my prison of ass, Slut had arrived on their knees holding Goddess' dinner. According to Slut's distant-sounding muffled announcement, the platter included a full steak, broccoli, asparagus, and a serving of mashed potatoes. My heart sank, none of these were foods a slave of my station would want the Goddess they serve to be eating, given the inevitable results of consuming them. Of course, protesting was not an option, so all I could do was serve while dreading the inevitability of it.

The tray now over her lap, Goddess' began to feast. Before long, I heard the tell-tale licking sound of Slut pleasuring her pussy beneath her massive stomach folds, likely trapped in a way similar to me. Still, I was envious, while it was almost certainly drenched in sweat, her divine pussy was likely still a wondrous experience to serve. All I could do was continue to lick and probe at my Goddess' asshole, hoping that someday she'd stand up and let me free.

The sounds and vibrations from Goddess chewing and swallowing began to echo in the gap between her asscheeks, adding to the humiliation of my unfortunate position. I could feel each gulp, each bite, and I could even hear her body begin to digest the food. Slut's constant eager licking didn't help, and I was soon surrounded by a cacophony of noises as I did my job.

As my licking and lapping continued, Goddess Nicole's asshole became softer and more relaxed. My tongue began to slide in, and in response she bore down on me, forcing my tongue to stay within her. My jaw cried out for rest, but my mouth was now effectively stuck open, and my tongue was deep in her unwashed asshole. The taste of ass grew more pungent, and the loud chewing noises echoed in my ear. I started to cry, and cursed myself for ever agreeing to that ridiculous contract. If only I could go back in time and convince myself to chicken out of this absurd arrangement, I could have been spending this weekend relaxing with friends instead of cleaning out a massive woman's asshole while she ate dinner.

Before long, the sound of Slut's licking suddenly stopped. I could feel Goddess' pelvic muscles clench, and the sound of piss rushing into Slut's mouth was nearly deafening from my position between Goddess' cheeks. Moments later the sound of feminine whimpering and crying joined the running water sounds. The asparagus must not have been making things easy for the poor femboy. I briefly felt sorry for them, before remembering the giant mouthful of cum they made me gulp down earlier.