At the gym:
Claire moved forward, half reluctantly and half needfully, to see her daughters face buried in Kay's groin, her nose pressed against the coarse hair of her lower abdomen as her tongue delved deep inside. Their eyes met, and Claire found herself smiling. Dawn looked far from happy at finding herself in this position, and Claire could not help but consider it a kind of rough justice.
"She has a sweet tongue," Kay said, looking up at her. "Feels real good inside me. You fancy having her lick your cunt out for you, Claire? Does that thought get your juices flowing?"
Claire had to admit, even if only to herself, that it did. The thought of her Dawn's face between her thighs, her lips and tongue pleasuring her pussy, was doing some very strange things to her insides. Her expression must have given her away, because she heard the other two women both laugh. Kay reached down and grabbed Dawn by her ponytail. She pulled her face away to reveal it smeared with her juices.
"Lick it off, Claire," Kay told her, still holding on to Dawn's hair.
Claire leant over, and with hardly an instant of hesitation began to lick Kay's juices from her daughter's cheeks and chin. It was a taste completely different from any she had ever experienced before, and she would have been hard put to describe it as either pleasant or unpleasant. Just strangely and excitingly new.
"Now her lips," Kay ordered.
Claire ran her tongue along Dawn's lips, feeling them part slightly. Without thinking, she pushed her tongue between them. Felt Dawn resist, and pushed harder. Then her tongue was in her daughter's mouth, as their lips met crushingly.
"Let's take our little lovebirds somewhere and have some more fun with them," she heard Kay say.
"We'll go to Claire's," Samantha answered.
At home:
Steve was bent over with his arse towards the cam as he held open his cheeks to show his arsehole to the thirty or so men watching. He was still not sure how it had come to this, how they had seemingly got him to do whatever they wanted. He looked back at the screen to see what comments were being made. They were talking amongst themselves about him, as if he were not there. Discussions about what they would like to do with him.
"That looks a tight little pussy, bitch," Slutfucker typed. "Has it ever been fucked?"
Steve turned to type his reply, his cock jutting out and swinging as he moved. Dawn's panties had been discarded somewhere on the floor and he stood there naked as he typed.
"No," he posted. "Never."
There was the sound of a car in the drive.
"Someone's coming," he typed.
"OK, " Slutfucker responded. "Give us your phone number, Cockwhore Junior, and we'll let you go."
It was stupid and he knew it even as he typed in his mobile number. There was no way they could stop him going. But, somehow, he still found himself typing out the number.
"Good girl," Slutfucker posted. "You can go now, bitch. But we'll be seeing you again."
Steve cut the connection and turned off the computer. Going to the window, he peeked out through the blinds to see them returning from the gym. Another woman was with them, small and slim and very attractive. Behind him, he heard his mobile phone start to ring.
At work:
John lay on the factory floor. Amanda's piss was puddling beneath his arse, and his cock and balls were soaked with it. They no longer held him down, no longer needing to. And his cock was still hard, a fact the women had not been slow to notice. Looking over their heads up at the office, he could see Tom and Cynthia watching through the window.
He winced as he heard someone say, "Let's fuck his sissy arse with a broom handle."
"No," a more authoritative voice replied, a voice he recognised as Joan's, She had been with the company since before he joined it, and was a natural leader amongst the women. "You always did have a cruel streak, Bet. That could really tear him up, and we don't want to do any permanent damage. Just have a laugh. And I know just what will give us one. Who wants to see Mr Ames suck a cock?"
There was a general cheer of agreement, and two of the women lifted him from the floor by his elbows and the whole lot of them headed for the mail room. In there were employed the only two other men working at the company. Barney, who was well past retirement age but kept on because he was cheap, and young Darren.
The door of the mail room was pushed open to reveal a very startled looking Barney sitting on a stool by the workbench.
"When was the last time you had a blow job, Barney?" Joan asked him.