Part Seventeen

Terri shifted awake, her body suddenly aware of a great chill even as her muscles painfully protested. Where was she? It came to her in a rush then, and she almost burst into tears again. She let her eyes focus in the gloom, as she began to make out the outlines of the bed legs. She was on the floor, forced to sleep there by an angry and vengeful Ted. She was completely naked, without a blanket to ward off the cold, or a pillow to support her head. That she'd fallen asleep at all was somewhat a miracle. The stress, the tears and the apologies must've exhausted her. She looked up at the bed, longing to crawl under the warm covers and snuggle with her husband, drawing warmth and comfort and forgiveness from his strong body. But that was impossible. He'd exiled her to the floor last night, his anger destroying any chance of understanding or compassion. He'd ordered her to stay there, in that very spot, until he decided what to do with her. And by the very way he said it, the very fire in his eyes, she knew that she had better obey. Better naked on the floor than abandoned in the street.

She hugged her knees to her chest, hoping to conserve what little heat her body emitted. By the slowly lightening room, it would be more than half an hour before the furnace kicked on, giving her a bit of welcome relief. She could sit up and check the clock, of course, but she didn't want to chance that Ted might notice her movement and continue his third degree interrogation.

Not that her story would change. She truly did not know or understand what had gone wrong. One moment she was on her knees before the General, her lips wrapped around his exposed cock, her fingers caressing his balls as if they were the most precious objects in the world. The next moment he had pushed her away, zipping up and striding out without a single word, his soldiers closing the door behind them with a stunning thump. There must have been some signal from one of them, some indication of an emergency needing his immediate attention. A nod of the head, a meaningful look, a silent message. But if there was, she'd missed it, her face deep in his crotch, and all of her attention focused on the powerful cock sliding between her wet lips. There must have been a message! But she hadn't seen one.

Stunned and confused, she'd mounted the stairs and returned to their bedroom. Ted immediately confronted her; it hadn't been long enough for her to even suck him off, much less spread her legs for him. Shocked and confused, she told him exactly what had transpired, as dispassionately as though she was observing herself from outside. She knew now that she could've fudged the truth, could've made up a signal between the General and his man. Could've spared herself his anger and recriminations.

'It was your attitude,' he'd thundered, shutting the door so he wouldn't disturb the girls. He'd seen the signs in the days leading up to the Presentation. He was a fool for trying to ignore them, for thinking that she would change her ways. She didn't know her place, he concluded. Still hadn't accepted the new way of the world, no matter what she claimed when they were training the girls. He would see to it that she did learn her place, and would see to somehow salvaging a new Presentation to the General, all in the morning, the next morning, Saturday morning. And with that, he'd banished her to sleep on the floor. A punishment and a warning.

The bedroom door was open now, she noted. Sometime in the night he'd gotten up and stepped over her. To check the house? To have a drink? Or to visit one of their daughter's beds? There was no way to tell. The room was brightening, and soon the girls would be up and about. It was to have been an exciting day. She, with her warehouse chit from the General, the day's heroine, gathering up the family for an afternoon of well-deserved shopping. And regaining some of the credibility she'd lost in Ted's eyes over the last few weeks. Even as she thought this, she could hear Kim's alarm begin beeping, followed in seconds by Kath's. They must've been excited, for they rarely would volunteer to get up this early on a Saturday.

She closed her eyes tightly and pulled herself into a tighter ball when she heard Kim's bedroom door open and her footsteps approach. She could feel the shame and embarrassment beginning to well up, and she harshly pushed the accompanying tears back. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. There must've been a signal! She heard Kath's footsteps join her sisters, and she could feel the two of them staring down at her naked, pitiful form. I'm asleep, I'm asleep, I'm asleep, she willed at them, hoping they might shrug it off and head downstairs for breakfast. But now she heard the sheets moving, and the unmistakable sound of Ted sitting up in bed.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Kim asked in her little girl voice, as if afraid of the answer.

"Your mother," he growled, "with her attitude, did not give herself properly to the General and did not get the warehouse chit and so we are not officially members of this Enclave yet. So I kicked her out of my bed until I could decide what to do with her. And we know you're awake, Terri."

She opened her eyes to find them all glaring down at her, anger and loathing on their faces, even her little baby Kath. Then Kim, in her darling white panties and filmy baby doll pajamas, stepped right over her and wrapped herself around Ted, pressing her breasts firmly into his chest. "Oh, Daddy. How frustrating! And insulting! It's like she's not even interested in our family! Is there anything I can do to help you make it right?"

Terri was sure that not even Ted would fall for such a blatant ploy, until she heard her husband answer, "Thanks, honey. In fact, there is something you can do. I've decided that it's time for a change in this household. Someone needs to be in charge at home who really understands the situation. So, from now on, I want Kimmy to be in charge when I'm not home. And you Kath, and you Terri, will take your instructions from her."

Terri sat up quickly, stunned, tears beginning to cloud her eyes. Even as she began to formulate a protest, she saw her daughter push her hand inside Ted's sleep shorts, smiling down at her as she said, "I won't disappoint you, Daddy." And placing his hand on his daughter's panty-clad bottom, he smiled as well, saying, "I know you won't honey. I know you won't."

Terri felt herself losing control. She'd lost it all, then. Lost her husband to the manipulations of her teenage daughter. Lost control of the household. And lost whatever shred of dignity she'd had, as her daughter now sat masturbating her husband while she huddled naked and scorned on the bedroom floor.

"I intend to run a much stricter household, Daddy," Kim declared as she pulled Ted's cock out of his shorts and stroked it in front of everyone.

"How do you mean?" he asked distractedly, his hand slipping inside his daughter's tight panties.

"I mean that people around here need to take responsibility for their actions. We all need to understand how serious this is, and how none of us is more important than the others. Except you, Daddy, of course."

She paused to gently kiss his lips, and shift to a position where he had better access to her pussy. "That sounds like a good idea, honey," Ted said, laying back down on the bed. "You do what you need to do."

Kim locked her eyes onto Terri's, holding her gaze even as she pulled her sheer pajamas over her head and dropped them on the floor. Terri could see the triumph there, plus more than a bit of vengeance. "I'll make sure that mother is ready for the General next time. And I know that there'll be a next time, because I know you'll find a way to arrange it. For now, though, mother is going to go down and make us all breakfast, without a single piece of clothing, and I'm going to help you relax, any way you want me." With that, Terri watched her daughter turn to Ted and lower her lips onto his stiff and quivering cock, while she was left to crawl out of the bedroom like some bedraggled and forlorn dog.

If Terri thought she'd hit rock bottom earlier in the day, she certainly thought differently now. She was so ashamed and embarrassed that she could barely bring herself to open her eyes, much less look up at her daughter. Instead, she stared at Kim's bare feet, solidly planted just inches away, and wondered how much longer she'd be forced to remain in this degrading position. Because that's what it was: degrading. After Ted had left to visit the garrison, Kim had ordered her into the master bedroom for some extra "training." Terri had considered refusing, had actually begun to voice her opposition, when she'd spotted the gleam in her daughter's eyes. Kim wanted her to protest, wanted her to refuse. That would provide just enough tinder to light a fire under Ted, and to get Terri kicked out of the house, leaving Kim in charge and unchallenged. But would Ted toss away his wife of so many years? Before this latest debacle, she would've bet against it. But now she wasn't so sure. And with the outside world in such dangerous chaos, she wasn't sure she wanted to make anything but a sure bet. So she'd swallowed her protests, and her pride, and followed her daughter upstairs.

Now she knew that her pride was only the first thing she'd be swallowing that day. From her kneeling position at her daughter's feet, she looked up to again stare at the lifelike dildo and harness strapped around Kim's hips. Where in the world had she gotten such a thing? Where had she gotten such an idea? Certainly not in her house, where the only sex toy was a small but effective vibrator, given to her many years ago at her bachelorette party. But this? It was about seven inches long, and molded to perfectly imitate an erect cock, right down to the protruding veins and heavy testicles. The harness featured an open slit through which poked Kim's pussy lips, and the end of the dildo was positioned right over her clit, so that any movement would stimulate it directly.

"Now, mother, Daddy has asked me to finish your training. Since you didn't make it past a little sucky-sucky last night, there must be something wrong with your skills. So, come over here and show me how you can suck my cock, and maybe we can see what went wrong. Like I said to Daddy last night, maybe you're just doing it old style. He sure liked the way I did him last night. Gave me tons of cum, right in the mouth. So let's see how you do it." When Terri hesitated, Kim used a harsher tone, "C'mon, slut, suck my big, fat cock!"

Terri could barely see through the tears as she bent forward and took the head of it into her mouth. It had the expected plastic taste, but was surprisingly pliant and realistic. Only after Kim grabbed her hair and pushed her face down did she really begin sucking and licking it as if it were real. Kim showered orders down on her, from licking the balls to sucking the tip, as if this were the first cock she'd ever sucked. She could tell without even looking that Kath had entered the room and was enjoying her humiliating performance. Kath had moved up a notch in the pecking order, and clearly didn't object to how her promotion had been achieved. Perhaps she already had a plan for usurping Kim from her top spot? It wouldn't matter, because Terri vowed to come up with some way to be the top female in the household again. And then she'd have her revenge, daughters or not.

She knew she was in for even more trouble when she felt her daughter bouncing beneath her lips.

"Get up!" came the order, accompanied by a yank on her hair. "On your hands and knees."

This time Terri refused to weep, refused to give her daughter the pleasure. What had she done to the girl to deserve this? She was very glad that Ted couldn't see her like this, though she had a sneaking suspicion that he would, and sometime soon. She dropped down onto her elbows when she felt Kim's fingers part her pussy and apply the KY-Jelly to the lips. Gritting her teeth and clenching her eyelids, she braced against the floor, waiting for the inevitable penetration. It came suddenly, brutally and smoothly, the dildo slamming into her cunt all the way up to its fake balls, and Kim's thighs slapping against her butt with a filthy solidity. She felt the cock pull all the way out, then slam inside her again, the head pressing the welcome lubricant into her fearfully tight and dry hole.

If Kim had been a man, she would've gasped at the tightness of her hole. Instead, when Terri heard Kim gasp, she knew that it was from the dildo base scraping at her clit, as well as the powerful position she now had over her mother. As Kim continued fucking her, she dropped down until her face pressed into the carpeting, giving her daughter less painful access to her already sore cunt. She knew that, if she were only to open her eyes and look to the side, she would see herself and Kim reflected in the mirror. See her own daughter fucking her from behind. See Kim spanking her on the ass. See Kim grinding the cock into her open pussy. She wouldn't look. She couldn't. She did.

The hardness of Kim's nipples suggested it. The look on Kim's face confirmed it. This strap-on fuck wouldn't be a one-time exercise in power. It'd be an everyday thing. She'd become her daughter's new fuck slut.

Terri stood shaking fearfully as she waited for Ted's answer. Another trap door had opened below her, and he was a furious as he'd ever been, in all the years of their marriage. He didn't blow up much, but when he did, it was with the force of a volcano. Right now, she could tell he was struggling to keep his hands to himself; he appeared angry enough to hit her. He'd never raised a hand to her, and she didn't really expect him to lay a hand on her now. But, like many aspects of today, she didn't want to rely on an assumption.

"So, let me get this straight," he said to Kim, turning to glare at her. "You joined a club, and you needed to have the black band off tonight?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied meekly, her eyes always on his feet. "I joined a club where all the girls get together to attract the soldiers for a party. Then, when everything's done, we split up the warehouse chits, so everybody gets something. It's a good way for the soldiers to test out the merchandise, and know who to go back to."

"And you needed to do what tonight?"

"The initiation was tonight. Some of the boys set up the parties, and I was going to perform for them as my way of getting into the club. But now I can't because she didn't get the job done!"

"I wish you'd have told me about this club, darling. But now we have another problem to deal with." Ted turned to Terri, seething. "It's your fault we're in this mess. Now you're going to get us out of it."

To Terri the whole story sounded like one big, fat fabrication. Why would the soldiers need to test out the girls? They could just take anyone they wanted. And who would be dumb enough to share a warehouse chit, in the first place? Still, she was clearly marked as the culprit, and any protest wouldn't be very well received. She kept her mouth shut.

"Ok," Ted said more calmly, turning back to Kim. "Kim, you call this boy that's in charge and tell him you can't make it tonight. Tell him your father is making you stay home. Then tell him that I want to make it up to him, and put me on the phone. We won't say anything about your mother failing the Presentation. I've set it up so that when the General comes back from his mission, he'll come here for dinner and your mother will fulfill her part of the bargain. Until then, nobody talks about her failure. Agreed?"

Terri could only sit and seethe as Kim and Ted made their phone call. She stared daggers at her daughter's back, but the girl didn't even have the good sense to feel the hatred. Still, she put a lid on her anger when Ted turned back to them, a satisfied smile on his face.

"OK. Here's how it stands. Kim's young friend was very accommodating. In exchange for Kim missing the party, your mother will be available to Kim's friend one night a week for the next five weeks. He's a smart one, too. It's probable that he's going to rent her out in exchange for some other favors. So it looks like you might be getting some teen cock sooner rather than later. That's every wife's dream, isn't it?

"Which leaves us with the problem of discipline. It's become clear to me that there's a great lack of discipline in this household. Your mother really should be punished. The question is, do we take care of it now, or wait until after The General has sampled her pussy. We certainly don't want to do anything that might damage her. Kimmy, now that you're in charge, why don't you tell us what we should do."

All eyes turned to Kim, and Terri could immediately tell that her daughter had prepared for the moment. Her intuition was proven when Kim pulled the strap-on from behind the couch. "I've got just the thing, Daddy"