Part Fourteen

Terri lay on the bed and moaned. It was not a moan of pleasure, or even of anticipation. It was a moan of despair. A moan of disgust. A moan of realization at her plight. How could she have let things spiral so out of control? How had things gone so low, so fast? When she'd agreed to join the Enclave, it had been an easy decision. A lifetime of safety, of food, of shelter, in exchange for a small consideration. The ability of any garrison soldier to have sex with her or her daughters. A small thing, really. There were only a few soldiers. And so many women. She'd figured once a month, tops. And they'd have a little extra food on the table. A few more vitamins. Some newer clothes. Just for having sex once a month. An easy decision.

And when her husband had suggested that he give her sexual training in anticipation of her Presentation to the garrison commander, she'd readily agreed. It made sense to prepare her. Then Ted had suggested that the girls receive training. OK, she reasoned. They needed to know more than they did, so they wouldn't freak out the first time a soldier asked them to do something. But then the learning by watching had turned to learning by doing. And Ted was doing the teaching. And soon her husband was fucking his daughters nearly every night of the week. All in the name of training. And that was another fight she'd lost.

Along the way, she'd learned that the world was spiraling down even faster than her whole life was. That women had sunk from people to property. And that her husband, her own husband, was as bad as any man being led around by his hormones and his dick. He'd changed in the last 12 weeks. Turned from a loving husband and father to a scheming, power hungry maniac. One who would do anything to get power. And one who had no qualms about displaying his power. Worst, she'd helped him do it.

She'd learned enough dirty secrets at the various parties to wallpaper a septic tank. Enough about the depths of depravity that men could achieve to sicken anyone's stomach. She knew she'd seen only part of it in action in her own home. There was worse out there. And Ted would adopt some of it. She was sure of it.

Joining the Big Tit Club had been one of the first signs of his selfish greed. Despite the food on display, the only reason to join such a club was to fuck someone else's wife. To have a taste of the forbidden. And to demonstrate your power over someone else.

Then, a few nights ago, he'd come home with word that he'd joined a Teen Girls Club. One that traded not his wife's body for enrollment, but the bodies of his two daughters. She'd grown comfortable spreading her own legs for him any hour of the day or night. She'd even grown a bit more comfortable watching him fuck his own daughters. At least that kept it in the family. But now he'd be visiting another family's home. Slipping into some teen girl's bedroom. Pulling down her tiny bra. Sucking on her firm breasts and nipples. Running his rough hand between her fragrant pussy lips. Watching her little mouth lick his shaft to life. Flipping her onto her back. And spearing her with his family's cock, the same cock that made Terri writhe with pleasure, the same cock he made her suck in public, the same cock that now screwed his daughters' cunts. The same cock now piercing another girl's dreams.

As if she would believe his story of needing to impress Bennie, or Benin, or whatever his name is. He wanted to join that club because of the ripe, young pussy open to him there. Nothing more. It was all about the flesh. All about the chance to fuck as many young girls as he could. She had no doubt that as soon as The Presentation was over, he'd be making his way into one of those girl's bedrooms. He'd be eating out her soft, tight pussy. And any thought of fucking his wife, his partner for all these years, any thought of that would be gone. Washed away in the scent of peaches and cream. In the heat of teenage lust.

Terri pushed her hand between her legs, her fingers sliding into the familiar folds. During these past 12 weeks, she'd orgasmed maybe four times. The rest had been fakes, both for Ted's sake and for the girls'. Of course, when they lived outside the Enclave, during the time after the Troubles, she'd only orgasmed a few times, too. That was because they were all living in one room in the basement, safe from stray bullets. They would send the girls into the bathroom to wait, and then Ted would fuck her, quick and nasty, on the bed or right on the floor. That she could orgasm in such a situation was more a matter of her lust than anything else. The girls, too, suffered in that situation. Several times she'd come upon one or the other with her hand between her legs, frigging herself for some sexual relief.

She'd usually left them in privacy, but one time she'd stayed as Kim worked her way through the whole cycle. First touching her breasts, then rubbing the nips, then pressing her hand between her thighs, and finally pulling her panties off and rubbing her magic button. For some reason, she'd been hot, horny and tense, and instead of leaving her daughter to finish, she'd stayed in the doorway, sliding her hand inside her panties. As her daughter frantically rubbed her bare pussy, she rubbed her own, wanting to look away but her eyes unable to leave the erotic scene before her. She didn't even fear being discovered, as her daughter's splayed legs blocked her view of the doorway. And as Kim finally approached ecstasy, she felt her own orgasm beginning. It was all she could do not to cry out and sink to the floor as the waves of pleasure pounded through her. Kim did cry out, her cunt lips flexing and her boobs dancing as the orgasm took her and shook her out. Afterward, Terri had been wracked with guilt. But even now, the thought of that moment was enough to make her wet.

Terri shook the depression and dismay from her mind. She had other worries. Tomorrow was the Presentation, and she still had no idea how Ted intended to handle it. Presumably it wouldn't take much preparation, as they would've started by now. Tonight, Ted would be inspecting her and the girls, making sure they were up to his standards. What that actually entailed, she didn't know. But she'd find out soon. He was due home in just a few minutes.

The move to the Enclave had completely disrupted their lives, turning their home into a grotesque parody of normality. Sex, power and greed had completely overturned the morality they'd been teaching and living. She and the girls now had only one avenue to secure a better future: to be submissive sexual playthings to any man who had something to offer. All their dreams for the girls, that they become doctors, lawyers, professionals, complete and fulfilled women, had turned to dust. Terri had long since expended her anger at the women who had driven the world into anarchy. Yet every day she was forced to mourn the loss of their way of life, not to mention the tens of millions who had lost their lives in the initial plague, and the millions who continued to die from famine, disease and violence. She thought she would never fully adjust to the new world. But she could tell that her daughters were adjusting all too well. That was the real conundrum. She wanted them to do well in this new order. But she didn't want them to forget what might have been. Even though the best way to do well might include forgetting the past.

Still, it was odd to be naked on the couch in the middle of the day, trying to masturbate the tension away. She could hear the girls bustling around upstairs, finishing their showers, getting ready for the inspection. Were they worried? Excited? Curious? They didn't share their lives with her very much anymore. That could be a product of their ages. Or it could be a product of an even wider gulf that was growing between them. The gulf between the old way of life and the new way of life. Though they would all profit from attracting soldiers to their home, she could already tell that there would be a competition to see which of them could attract the most attention, and earn the most extras for the family to share. Compared to her daughters, she was at a disadvantage. They were young, firm, vivacious and willing. She was older, not as firm, and though experienced, she was hard-pressed to summon up their enthusiasm to please. She would just have to work harder at it. Just work harder at it.

At the sound of Ted's key in the lock, she quickly pushed aside her depression and hurried to greet him at the door. As he entered, she took his briefcase and set it aside, then pressed her body close to him and gave him a deep, hard kiss. With practiced ease she snaked her hand between his legs, fingering and caressing the meat that lay just inside his pants and shorts. He responded well this time, pushing his own fingers inside her pussy and twiddling with her clit, before withdrawing them so she could lick the moisture from his fingertips.

"I get so hot waiting for you," she whispered huskily into his ear, pulling his hand up to hold and squeeze her heavy tit. Sometimes he didn't respond well to her greeting, pushing her away and demanding his dinner. But she continued to greet him like this, because she knew in his mind it represented his command over her. And with the girls having so much more to offer, it was one link she had to keep fresh and clear.

She heard the girls bound down the stairs, and they too wrapped their nude limbs around his body. Wasn't it every man's dream to be greeted like this? To have three willing women eager for his attention? He kissed each of them in turn, his tongue dancing in their mouths. Then he herded them into the kitchen. There was much to do tonight, and they all needed their energy.

Terri and the girls sat expectantly on the living room sofa, bare-skinned except for the thigh-high stockings each of them wore. Ted paced before them, clad only in a long bathrobe, which opened now and then to reveal his semi-erect cock. He seemed to be having trouble addressing them, as if he couldn't decide in which order to present his ideas. Finally he stopped and approached the sofa.

"Tomorrow is The Presentation," he began, looking each in the eye in turn. "Tomorrow we go into competition against every other family in the Enclave, and who knows who else, just to get a little attention from the garrison and to make our lives better. I've done I've done what I needed to, to get you ready for what's coming up. If you would've asked me five years ago if I'd do the things we've done over the past three months, I would've punched you right in the face. And then had you arrested, if I could. But desperate times called for desperate measures. I hope you can understand that.

"Starting tomorrow, the three of you are going to be as responsible as I am for bringing food and stuff into the household. Just looking at you, and hearing the things I've heard, I know you're going to be very popular at first. It's critical that we build on that momentum, and stay the most popular house in the Enclave. That means doing what we've already trained to do. And probably doing more.

"One thing's for sure, though, is that we need to be careful to remember that our loyalty always belongs to the family. Other people will try and split us off. The soldiers are going to want to play you girls off each other, or the two of you off your mother. And the other girls and women around here are probably going to use lies and exaggerations to try and get an edge. You're that much of a threat to them."

He paused and knelt on one knee, looking intently at each of them. "If we stick together, and use their strategies against them, then we can become one of the richest families in the Enclave. We just need to stay sharp, and work together. Here's a for instance: 'Kim, a soldier comes in and says he wants to see you and Kath together. Not only does he want you both to do him, but he wants you to do each other.' I know men. It's going to happen sooner or later. So, the question is, 'How do you get the most out of it?'"

Kim seemed confused by her father's question, so Terri spoke out, "Kim asks for twice the usual rate, plus some."

"Plus some?" Ted asked her, the beginnings of a smile on his face.

"Yes. Twice because he has two girls attending to him, plus a little more for the, um, the floor show," she finished, a grim but satisfied look on her face.

"That's right. Your mother has the right idea. We need to be cold-blooded about this. We signed up for a better life. Now we have to go out and get it. So. Kim. Kath. Why don't you give each other a little kiss?"

Terri looked on in shock as her daughters turned to each other and exchanged a soft but earnest kiss.

"I think you know what to do," their father encouraged them. "Let's get the first time out of the way right now."

Terri joined her husband on the floor as her two teenage daughters took a deep breath, then proceeded to plant more and more ardent kisses upon each other. Kath's hands were the first to make intimate contact, hefting her sister's full breasts and caressing the nipples. Kim responded in kind, tweaking her sister's erect nipples before squeezing each tit as though she were testing melons for freshness. After receiving a nod from her father, Kim lowered her mouth to Kath's tits, first flicking, then licking, and finally sucking on her hard little nuggets. Kath moaned softly, her legs spreading slightly, so they could all see that her pussy was steadily becoming full and flushed. She grasped her sister around the waist, lightly tracing the voluptuous curves, and then violently pulling her against her body, pressing her boobs well into her sister's mouth. Surprised and emboldened, Kim sucked even more of the succulent flesh into her mouth, chewing and torturing the sensitive flesh.

Then it was Kim's turn to receive a good tongue-lashing. She teased and tantalized her sister, her tongue slowly spiraling up to reach the pinnacle, where she nibbled at the long, tough nipples on her sister's tits. Kim settled back into the cushions, luxuriating in the attention, as if her sister were paying well-deserved homage to her. In response to the open invitation, Kath tongued her way up her sister, licking her neck, earlobes, chin and cheeks, before finally mashing her mouth down onto Kim's upturned lips. Kissing passionately, her hands roamed her sister's exposed body, playing with her big, bouncy tits, caressing her flat stomach. Finally, inevitably, her hand slid to the small patch of pubic hair above her slit, rubbing softly.

This time, Kath didn't look to Ted for direction. She simply let her fingers slide down onto her sister's pussy, rubbing the seam with a knowledgeable touch. Kim shuddered against the touch, her hips instinctively pressing upwards against Kath's hand. The tip of Kim's forefinger disappeared inside the slit, followed by much more as she found and entered her tight teen hole. As though suspended on her sister's hand, Kim writhed and swayed beneath the probing fingers, her moans and cries becoming more and more fervent. Though Kim appeared primed to receive something more, Kath hesitated, keeping her attention focused on twiddling her sister's clit.

"Kath, the soldiers are gonna want to see it," her father urged. "You might as well do it now."

Terri watched with intense trepidation, one part of her wanting to leap between them and put the depravity to an end, and the other part restraining herself, knowing that her husband was right. The soldiers would be asking to see this. And more.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Kath slid down the couch until her face was just inches from her older sister's moist, hot pussy. She gathered her courage, then bent forward to place a light kiss on the skin just above the quivering slit. Dipping her head, she placed another just to the south, then another and another. Suddenly, she parted the folds of skin with her tongue, jabbing it hard and fast into the tart valley, and causing Kim to softly shriek at that invasion. Having established a beach head of sorts, Kath maneuvered her tongue just a little lower, finally finding her sister's cunt hole, which she proceeded to noisily tongue-fuck.

Kim strained hard against her younger sister's open mouth, shoving as much of her cunt against the dancing tongue as she could manage. Her head flung back and her eyes screwed shut, she pawed at her tits, pulling her nipples out desperately. Her legs locked around her sister's head, restricting her movement but intensifying the action. She came noisily, gasping for breath in between long, heartfelt wails. Only then, after she'd left a mouthful of cunt juice on her sister's tongue, did she finally release the leg clamped around her sister's head.

Still very much aroused, Kath eagerly licked the juices from her sister's legs, and off her own flushed face. But when she pulled Kim's hand toward her own straining cunt, it was clear that her sister was too exhausted to continue.

"Terri, finish Kath off," her husband ordered, almost too softly to hear.

What? He wanted her to do that to this girl, her baby, that she'd brought from her own womb? She reacted instinctively with a flat "No!."

The room turned deathly quiet, even Kim silencing her panting. Her two girls looked at her incredulously. Ted turned to her, his eyes flat and unyielding. "You can do it now. Or I will tie you up and you can do it all night long. Either way, you will never refuse me again."

Terri felt as if she'd crossed over a line, even though it should be her right to refuse to comply. This was it, then. The final confrontation. And her final decision. There would be no going back to the way it was. They would not live a hidden normal life. This would be the new normality. He valued obedience over love. He had completely gone over to the other side. He had become one of them. And there would be no way to convert her daughters. They believed in the new world, the new way for women to behave. She had to decide now. Comply, and be fed, clothed and protected. Or refuse, to be cast out into a dangerous, dangerous world. He would toss her out. She knew that now.

Kath lay along the length of the sofa, but sat up when her mother approached. Terri attempted to crawl onto the couch with her, but Kath firmly pressed down on her head, so that she sat kneeling between her daughter's legs. So that was the way it was to be, Terri sadly realized. In one stroke she'd gone from Ted's wife to low woman on the totem pole. She wondered whether Kim would be sharing her husband's bed that night.

She looked around again into her family's faces, hoping to find a small measure of sympathy. But Ted looked defiant, Kath expectant, and Kim witheringly triumphant. She would get no sympathy from them, no pass on what they expected her to do. She faced her daughter's open pussy with fear. She thought of what she had to do made her stomach lurch. But if she were to give into that feeling, if she were to retch and throw up, she would most likely find her stuff and herself laying in the street. If not for the Presentation tomorrow, she had little doubt that Ted might've tossed her tonight. They needed her for the Presentation, but she still needed to do this.

She took a long, deep breath and pressed her face into the moist folds of her daughter's crotch. Tentatively, she used her nose to try and stimulate the clit, holding her breath as long as she could. Finally it became too much, and so she was forced to inhale the cloying odor of her daughter's pussy.

"Eat her, mother," Kim ordered, pushing her head back into place. So now she wasn't Mom anymore, but Mother. It was better than being Terri to them. But, she guessed, calling her Mother would much better point out the change in their roles, with Kim now having the upper hand. She knew Ted, though. She would work her way back into his good graces. Kim had won the battle, but not the war.

She allowed Kim to push her face back into Kath's quivering pussy. With her tongue fully extended she licked up and down her daughter's slick cunt lips, delving inside to pull out some of the nectar, then sliding outside to warm the voluptuous ridges. She could feel the heat radiating from her daughter's core, and in a fit of daring she slammed her tongue inside Kath's fuck hole, causing the young girl to squeal with delight. With her face still pressed inside, she reached up and grabbed her daughter's full and pliant boobs, twisting and pulling the nipples in time with the tongue thrusts she aimed into the hole beneath her chin. Finally she pulled her tongue from the hot and steaming hole, only to move north in search of her hard little clit. Settling back on her heels, she pulled her daughter's pussy lips apart, revealing the pink flesh. Then, quite deliberately, she bent and sucked the clit into her mouth, roughly pinching it in her teeth. Kath yelped at the pain, then stiffened as the pain became an intense pleasure, causing her to writhe on the couch. As her father and sister looked on in concern, she orgasmed violently, cramming her cunt against her mother's mouth, gasping and panting and moaning her pleasure. Finally Kath pushed her mother's head away, to reveal a pussy red and raw and dripping with juices.

Terri sat back, pleased that she'd performed as they wanted. Sure, it was a little more violent than they'd expected, but she'd gotten her daughter off, hadn't she?

"Get on your hands and knees," she heard Ted order, from behind her. She moved to obey, then was surprised as he knocked her arms to the side, so that her face was pressed into the carpeting, and her ass stuck straight up in the air. She could feel him position himself over her, and she loosened her cunt to accept his stiff, hard cock. Then she felt an intense stab of pain. He was fucking her ass! Without any oil or lubrication! She could feel the skin in her sensitive asshole begin to tear and scrape, and the tears came unbidden to her eyes. He was punishing her, fucking her painfully in the ass, right in front of the girls. She began to cry openly as his next stroke went even deeper, filling her ass with his rod of retribution. She was clearly no longer his wife. She was just a slit in his harem. She felt someone touching her ear. When she turned to look, she found a foot right in front of her face. Kim's foot. Her eldest daughter bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Kiss it, mother, and I'll ask him to stop."

She didn't know what ashamed her the most. The speed with which she kissed it. Or the fact that Ted did, indeed, fulfill Kim's request.