“Come on, Kitten Tits,” he said. “You asked for these. We need to know they work before we can sign off on them.”
When she shook her head again, he sighed in frustration, and reached out and grabbed her right tit. He pulled sharply, and Laura found herself stumbling towards him, her breast on fire with pain.
“Stupid little slut,” he muttered. He caught her, took a moment to squeeze her ass and pull her against him tits-first, and then spun her around and pushed her down on the modified chair.
Laura fought him, but not because she harbored any illusions about resisting him. Rather, she feared the length of the dildo, and wanted to ease it into her gently rather than being rudely impaled on it. The workman saw what she was doing, and allowed her to guide the tip between her wet cunt-lips and slowly slide down on it until her ass was resting on the chair.
Laura moaned, unable to help herself. It felt so good. It felt so good to be sitting here, naked, in front of a strange man, with such a hard, firm object filling her fuckhole. The length wasn’t as bad as she had feared – really only a little longer than a realistic human dick – and the tip rested against the front wall of her vaginal tunnel, just above her G-spot. She sensed that by bouncing just a little she could make it brush her there in the most exquisite way…
But she couldn’t bounce, because something else had happened. The senior workman had stepped towards her. His groin was in her face and he was taking his cock out.
“I assume this is what you want these chairs for,” he said, “to service all your male friends from.”
Laura tried to shake her head but now there was a hard, naked cock in front of her, pre-cum leaking from the tip, and instead Laura did what she had been trained to do – she opened her mouth. The workman pushed his dick inside, and just like that Laura’ was sucking on a stranger’s cock.
She didn’t care. Her cunt felt good and she could taste cum on the tip of the man’s dick. He wasn’t pulling her hair, though, so she took his hands and guided them to the sides of her head. He got the message, and soon he had a tight fistful of her pink whore-hair in each hand and was pulling her head up and down his rod.
This was what Laura wanted, she realized. She was scared of her blackmailer, and scared of Alistair, and scared of the changes in her life and the changes today in her house. She didn’t want to think about them. And with a cock in her mouth she didn’t have to. She just had to concentrate on sucking it like the machines had taught her, and watching the images on the screen. There was no screen here, of course, but her mind provided one – images of good little whores opening their mouths and pleasing men. On Laura’s mental screen there were no bad pictures – no disobedient bitches with their mouths closed – just good little sluts who knew how to get delicious cum in their mouths.
She bobbed and sucked and licked, losing track of time, until finally she felt her reward. The workman moaned, and sweet, salty cum flooded Laura’s’ mouth in waves. She swallowed eagerly, licking and sucking at the tip of his dick to get more, until finally he pulled out of her mouth. She looked up at him, eyes full of gratitude, and said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”
He caressed her cheek. “Any time, Kitten Tits.” He looked genuinely happy, and not disgusted with her at all. He didn’t even seem to be thinking of more ways to hurt and degrade her. It was the most affection Laura had ever received from a man after a sexual encounter, and she fell half in love with him on the spot. She reached for his dick, wanting to suck on it more and give him more pleasure, but he pulled away.
“There’s more work to do,” he said. “I probably shouldn’t have taken my treat early, but those are the perks of being the boss, you know?”
Laura was disappointed. She wanted to do more to thank the man for giving her his cum. She settled for staying seated on the dildo-chair and spreading her legs even wider for him. At least here she’d have no problem staying wet until they were done – the harder challenge was resisting the urge to bounce up and down ever so slightly until she orgasmed.
It took a couple more hours for the workmen to complete their work. The outdoor shower and fences got done, and the dildos were affixed throughout the house – including on one of the couch seats, several of the wooden kitchen stools, her computer chair (of course). and a couple just sticking out of the carpet in corners of rooms. The last surprise was to see the TV in the lounge room removed, and replaced with one of a similar size with an ominous black box screwed to the side.
As the work reached its conclusion, Laura had been getting more nervous, but also more excited. She was out of her mind with lust from being perched on the dildo, her full body on display to strange men. She didn’t want to give them all blowjobs – no lesbian wanted to have group sex with men – but at the same time she did, and the thought of tasting their cum made her pussy clench happily around the dildo. She felt when they were finally finished and took their dicks out of their pants, she might cry and cum at the same time.
So it was with a mixture of shock, relief, and horrible frustration that she discovered she was going to be saved from sucking their cocks. As the work was completing, a second car pulled up in the driveway outside, and the person who got out was Amy. She had come from the Mayim Clinic to check on the work.
When Amy came through the door, Laura was scrambling to get off the dildo-chair, somehow under the impression that having a dildo in her cunt in front of Amy was more embarrassing than the rest of the circumstances or the things she had done with Amy previously. She was not entirely successful, in her haste, and ended up falling on all fours in front of the chair, the dildo scraping her cunt-flesh slightly as it slid out.
Amy looked amused. She came to stand in front of where Laura was on all fours, and she ruffled Laura’s hair as she might to a dog.
“Are you Kitten Tits today?” she asked. Laura nodded, blushing, climbing to her feet and wishing she wasn’t naked and horny.
“Have you been good for the workmen, Kitten Tits?” Amy asked.
Laura nodded.
“What did you do for them?” Amy asked.
Laura blushed more. She didn’t want to say. But this was Amy asking. She had to tell the truth, didn’t she, or they’d discharge her from the program?
“I showed them my fuckpillows and my sluthole,” she said. “And then I sat on this dildo chair and sucked this man’s cock and he came in my mouth.”
“Good slut!” said Amy proudly, and Laura felt a flush of pleasure.
The workmen had finished now, and they were gathering around expectantly.
“Thank you for your work,” said Amy. “You can go now.”
The younger workman – Casey – said, “Kitten Tits promised us…”
“I don’t care what she promised you,” Amy said. “I’m paying the bill, and you’ll do what you’re payed for. Right now you’re being paid to leave.”
There was a silence from the workmen, and for a moment Laura felt sure that they would slap Amy across the face and then rape her and Laura both. But then the senior workman – the one whose cock Laura had serviced – said, “Right you are. Come on boys, let’s go.”
The other two didn’t like it, but they followed their boss’ lead, and, grumbling, all three returned to their ute and drove away, leaving Laura alone with Amy.
Amy smiled once they were gone, and reached out to caress Laura’s breasts. Laura moaned happily as Amy’s fingers lightly brushed over her nipple. She was still horny and she had been looking forward to having cum in her mouth. She wanted to orgasm.
“Do you like your new house, Kitten Tits?” Amy asked.
“I don’t understand it,” replied Laura.
“Well, here’s the first clue,” said Amy. She took a little remote-like device out of her blouse pocket, and pressed a button on it. Laura’s collar buzzed briefly.
“What is it?” asked Laura, feeling at her collar.
“New instructions,” said Amy. “That apply exclusively inside the walls of this house.”
She took Laura’s house and began to lead the naked girl around the residence.
“Number one,” she said. “Sitting. The combination of your collar and your cunt chit are quite intelligent. They can tell by stress levels, orientation, height, and a range of other facts whether you’re sitting, standing, kneeling or lying down. Each of these dildos installed in your house has an RFID chip in its tip. If your collar detects that you’re sitting down, anywhere in the house, and your pussy chip can’t scan a dildo RFID inside you, you’ll get shocked. That means you’re not allowed to sit down anywhere in this house unless it’s on a dildo. It’ll help train your pussy to get used to having cocks in it.”
“Not anywhere?” asked Laura, distressed. At the moment she actually quite liked the thought of putting a dildo back inside her, but she sensed she might have a different opinion if she wasn’t so horny.
“Not anywhere,” said Amy. “You’ll need to be careful getting on and off your bed. Crawl onto it and off it on all fours – don’t try to sit up on it.”
Laura bit her lip. This didn’t sound good.
‘Number two,” Amy said, “The toilet and bathroom. As you can see, they now say Men Only.”
Laura could, indeed, see that.
“Now, in practice, we can’t stop Erica or another girl from using these facilities, but we can stop you. There’s a sensor inside each that interfaces with your collar. If you set foot in either room, you’ll get a shock. The facilities are intended for your male guests, not you.”
“But where do I go to the toilet?” asked Laura, fearing she already knew the answer.
“Well, you’ve got a girlfriend, and she’s got a mouth,” said Amy casually, smiling. “And you might find that’s enough. But otherwise, you have your backyard. And we’ve built a shower out there so you can wash too.”
“But why?” asked Laura. She didn’t understand what this had to do with making her hetero.
“Well, mostly it’s a special request from your sponsor,” said Amy, and Laura realized that Amy was talking about your blackmailer. “But it has some value. You see, under the hetero-conversion program it’s okay for you to sometimes lez off with a girl. But you need to learn that the primary purpose of a woman is to be sexually available for me, so if you’re living in this lesbian relationship you have to show it off to whichever men want to see it. With this setup, you’ll be in full view of your neighbors when you shower or piss or shit, and they can enjoy the view if they choose to. Oh, speaking of which, there’s a sensor in your backyard, too. It can detect how much interference there is between it and your cunt chip, and give you a shock if there’s too much. What that basically means is while you’re outside you’ll need to keep your pussy bare for the sensor – don’t wear panties.”
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