The next two weeks were like a fever dream; aware but tortured and unreal. Cheryl drug her way through school, wore her mask at home, and suffered in silence. If her master rejected her, she would take it, would spend the rest of her life accepting it and compulsively fucking herself in memoriam. That did not mean she enjoyed drinking from that cup.

Her masturbation took on a new urgency; if she were not allowed to serve Josh directly, she would redouble her secret acts of devotion.

Finally on Wednesday, a week and a half since she last was allowed to service her master, her brother, her "present" arrived.

"My mom got it last night Cheryl," Jinny whispered to her by her locker. She smiled as Cheryl turned, smiled with a pained expression, desperately hoping to cheer Cheryl up. Jinny had suffered these last few days in sympathy with her mistress; longing for her touch and attention but desperately sad that she couldn't make Cheryl happy. She hoped this would help.

Cheryl turned and mailed wanly at Jinny.

"Great. I am excited about it." She was, but a small pleasure when your life was sinking was just that: small.

"She'll have it in the car if you want to get a ride later on?" Jinny asked hopefully, biting her lip. Cheryl looked again at her friend: dirty blonde, perfect figure, with large breasts for her age and hips and buttocks that were sexy and feminine without being too big.

Cheryl remembered two weeks ago watching Jinny and her mom have a shaving party, each wearing a tight cotton tank top and heels while they shaved each other's pussies. They had looked exciting; she could imagine how hot it would have been if Josh had been there, watching a pretty, sweet young girl shave her mother's cunt bare, so excited she couldn't wait to wash the excess foam off. She had to "practice" being a cunt slave and lick her mother right then, lick the cunt she had come out of, ignoring the remaining flecks of shaving cream. Her mother had done the same thing back, her and her daughter sharing smoldering gazes and thrilled at the prospect of showing off how nasty they could be for their owner.

Cheryl had felt both mother and daughter up, marveling at the silky smoothness of her slave's cunts and crotches. She had enjoyed feeling them, listening to them moan in pleasure at being touched by the very purpose of their being. Cheryl had liked it...Cheryl was filthy after all, a sick, sick slut who got off on being filthy.

Cheryl had suddenly been overcome by a wave of sexual excitement; this wasn't serving Josh but it might one day please him. She had inserted a finger each into her two sluts, each side by side, on their knees, heads and bodies bent back with their arms down supporting their weight. Mrs. Grieg had thrust her hips forward, straining to get her cunt in the right position to be penetrated by Cheryl, Jinny had started to babble about how much she loved Cheryl and wanted to serve her.

Cheryl had enjoyed toying with them, finally pouring warm baby oil over both their crotches, rubbing them hard until they came, and then making the two of them lie in a lesbian missionary position, Jinny grinding her now naked, hairless cunt into her mothers. Sweating and oily the two had worked away magnificently, loving each other and loving their obedience to Cheryl, cumming a second time while Mrs. Grieg held her daughter's head in both hands, thrusting her tongue in her daughter's mouth.

Cheryl smiled as her thoughts returned to the present, and looked at Jinny with mercy and kindness.

"That's great. I'll do something to both of you while we're in the car. I know...call you mom on your cell. Tell her to bring your harnesses, and put both "big" ones in. You can change into them in the car and wear them until bedtime."

Jinny swallowed and nodded. The "big" plug and dildo were enormous; you could barely walk with them in you and they hurt. She could hardly wait.

The Grieg's dropped Cheryl off in front of her house, and before she left Cheryl gave Jinny and her mom a surreptitious but still painful jerk on their nipples. "Remember, I want you watching incest movies for an hour, then making out for an hour before you take them out. Oh, and besides your morning cunt sucking, I want you to shave in the shower together and then play the butt game while you tell each other how much you love me, and how you want to server me."

With her "present" in her book bag, Cheryl walked away from the car without a backward glance; she couldn't see the looks her best friend and best friend's mom gave her of longing and hunger.

She was excited. For the first time since she had lost the privilege of serving Josh she felt a positive emotion.

Josh was not home yet, but Cheryl was happy to see her mom home. They talked for a while idly, sharing some carrot sticks in the kitchen. Cheryl could tell her mom was worried about her, and relived to see her daughter looking more chipper today; "normal." Eventually conversation waned, and Cheryl went upstairs and looked at her gift.

It was a realistic dildo, tan rubber, firm and long, approximately the size of her brother's glorious cock (she shuddered thinking about her god). At the base of it was a large rubber suction cup, with a level for vacuum action. The cock was done with great detail, veins and a purple mushroom head. Cheryl thought about how it would feel to butt fuck herself violently on this thing. She could feel her panties getting moist; she treasured her ritual anal masturbation; it was part of her. She just had to fuck herself everyday; each time she did it she loved Josh more and was a better slut for him. She could still hear the words the man at the mall had told her.

"Your favorite nightly ritual is to get in bed, soaking wet in anticipation, and play with yourself until you come, imagining that you are allowed to please and pleasure Josh."

Word for word it was the truth.

Hours came and went; dinner, mooning at Josh, homework and finally bedtime. Only first she had something to take of.

She took the dildo out of its hiding place under her bed, and held it in the half-light. It felt very large in her hands; she missed feeling full back there.

She had a beautiful trunk of polished, highly glossed wood. She turned it so that the long way faced out from the wall, and then knelt down facing the end. She hefted the fake cock again, closed her eyes and tried to see how she would look if Josh were in the room. On her knees, her blonde hair down, wearing a pretty matching lavender lace bra and panties, holding a dildo she would learn to respect. She brought the rubber cup to her lips, paused, and had a better idea. Shaking with lust, her stomach getting that familiar falling feeling of perversion, she slid her panties off. She was soaking wet now, ready for her masturbation ritual, and brought the cup firmly to her cunt, rubbing her juices all over it. When it was soaked she pushed it against the end of the trunk with a wet squish, and pulled the lever down.

It was on firmly, rock solid in fact. She opened her tube of KY Jelly, lubing the fake cock with the same care and attention she would her brother, closing her eyes as much as possible, lost in a fantasy of a stranger's making.

When it was coated, she moved fingers to her own ass, enjoying the familiar pleasure of anal self-penetration. She was as used to fingering her own asshole as most girls her age where with brushing their teeth. She was a filthy cunt, an ass whore to the most beautiful man alive.

On her hands and knees she backed up and found she had placed the dildo just right. With a stifled groan of pleasure she pushed back. God it was big...in just a few days she had forgotten what it was like to be really full back there, to have something real there that commanded your attention. When a man, when your master, fucked you in the ass, there was no pretending, no lack of attention. Your focus was like a laser; his cock in your ass left no room for anything other than full, complete, and devout attention.

"Oh Josh" she mouthed in a whisper, and then firmly pushed back without regard for how it might hurt her. She needed to be open to him, needed to open like a flower and accept this intrusion.

Her legs spread wide around the edges of the trunk, she slowly rocked back and forth, impaling herself on that rock hard dildo that reminded her of Josh, God it was too much but she had to take it, had to serve him...she started bucking back wildly, brutally raping herself. At some level she was amazed at how angry she was for failing him; she was punishing herself for being a failure as a seductress.

Finally, her legs shaking, she moved forward. Almost instantly she felt empty, but she shuffled around, eager to get her fix. The cock jutted out from the wood, glistening in the light coming in from her windows. Her nose was inches away and she could smell her stink on it. Again, "Josh." She closed her eyes and leaned forward, engulfing the rubber dick, dutifully, hungrily sucking and licking it clean. As she rotated her head to get it deeper in her throat her fingers found the right place, pressed up and under her pubis from inside her pussy. She came with a convulsion muffled only by a full mouth of rubber dick.

Her orgasm was powerful, and she lay on the floor for a few minutes, savoring the taste, the soreness in her ass, and her servitude.

Eventually she came down off her high though and put things away and climbed into bed, but as she settled down she felt an increasing bitterness.

It felt good to fuck herself; it was what sluts do. But it was no substitute for Josh.

Cheryl cried quietly until she slid into sleep.

The next day Cheryl went to school in foul mood, bleak and unhappy. Everything is dark when you are in a valley, and she felt like she would never emerge.

At lunch Jinny was all hopeful and eager, asking in a whisper about the dildo. Cheryl made an offhand comment of frustration, and Jinny laid her hand on her mistress's arm.

"Please let mom and I make you feel better Cheryl...we love you so much. I love-"

A sudden fury rose in Cheryl.

"Listen you stupid cunt. I don't care about you. I care about Josh. I want Josh, not you and your mother. Get away from me," she hissed. Jinny staggered back; in a moment her face crumbled and tears poured from her eyes. As Jinny stumbled away sobbing silently Cheryl felt a simultaneous exultation and guilt. She knew she shouldn't have said it....but it felt good to let go, to explode on someone else.

She finished her lunch alone. From Josh to Jinny to Mrs. Grieg and back again to Josh her thoughts ran in circles.

By the time Algebra class came (and went without Jinny showing for their lone, mutual class), Cheryl felt sick. Cheryl knew what it felt like to ache to be with someone, to obsess over pleasing them, serving them, and honoring them. Her failures with Josh were no excuse for mistreating her slaves. At a certain level she understood it did not serve Josh's interests either. Someday the time would /might be right for him to know about Jinny and Mrs. Grieg. Cheryl knew about men from her research. From the hundred hours of pornography she had watched and read she knew that men wanted to be lionized, to have several women, and to have those women so hot for him they were glad to share. Men wanted women who were as sexed as they, women who didn't wait for you to get it up, they took you in their mouth and got you hard, they performed like lesbian whores for their man, they sucked and fucked and were out of control because of his proximity. Josh needed healthy sluts.

Finally the day ended, and Cheryl was able to get a ride home and call Jinny's house. No answer. No answer again 20 minutes later and Cheryl began to worry. What if Jinny...what if Jinny hurt herself?

While Cheryl tortured herself with thoughts of what Jinny MIGHT have done, Josh walked in the kitchen. It was like a sun god stepping into the room. Instantly everything else dimmed, and he stood there, radiant, leonine and powerful. A fresh wave of desire and submission washed over her; the fiftieth, hundredth time, but it still felt exquisitely new and fresh. As normally as possible, "Josh, could you give me a ride to Jinny's? We had a big fight today at school, and won't answer the phone, and I am worried I-"

"No prob. No prob Chery," and that grin flashed out like dazzling sunlight from behind the clouds.

For the first time in almost two weeks they talked fairly normally. Josh didn't pretend nothing had happened, but he asked about school, about classes, about their mom and how worried she seemed with straightforward earnestness.

As they pulled up to the Grieg house he pulled to the curb and turned to her. "Hey, if you need a ride later let me know, ok?" He smiled again, and landed a mock punch to her chin. "Cheer up, goofy. We'll make it." He nodded slowly, and said again as he leaned forward and gave her a brief kiss on the forehead, "We'll make it."

"I know Josh...I trust you.," and she slid out the door and ran to the house.

The door was open a crack and Cheryl ran in, terrified. The TV was still running; an anonymous blonde grunting and straining to force a huge dildo into her brutally stretched anus; porn magazines scattered on the floor...sobs coming from the back of the house.

She found them in the bathroom. Mrs. Grieg was on her knees on the tile in a red lace panty and bra set, ridiculous black high heels, and as she turned to face Cheryl, she saw her face was streaked with mascara. She was still sobbing.

Jinny was on her hands and knees in the tub, making great gasping moans of pain. Her mother held the valve of an enema bag open; the nozzle was lost in Jinny's bottom.

Cheryl moved around to the side of the tub. Jinny had her panties off, but the bra still on, and Cheryl could see that she was in terrible pain as Jinny turned her mascara streaked face to her.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I failed you oh Cher-"

"Shhh.....it's ok. It's ok both of you." Cheryl looked back and forth in complete consternation. Jinny, how long had she been doing this? Her forehead was plastered with sweat, she was shaking and moaning, and her belly was visibly distended. "What are you doing?" Mrs. Grieg burst out with a sob,

"We failed you! Jinny failed and I failed....we are dirty and failures and need to be punished. Jinny needs to be cleaned and cleaned...this is her 4th bag.

"Oh, oh stop Mrs. Grieg." With Mrs. Grieg's help, they got Jinny carefully to the toilet where she relieved herself, and again, and kept on cramping and moaning. Cheryl felt for her friend, and squatted down beside her, holding her hand and stroking her sweat matted hair. Through snuffles and sobs Jinny kept repeating,

"You hate me, I'm so sorry I-you-you-you hate me." Cheryl took both hands and turned Jinny to face her, whispering.

"I don't hate you. I love you Jinny. Now hush." Cheryl placed a gentle kiss on Jinny's lips, and got both her and Mrs. Grieg calmed down. "Mrs. Grieg, what's your favorite movie?

"I like to watch "Correct and Affection" the best, Cheryl. Jinny and I take turns sitting in the other one's lap while that one wears the medium strap on...we sit with it up our asses watching it together. I think about you while we watch together."

"That is so sweet Mrs. Grieg. Jinny and I need some special time together, and I want you to go watch your movie. I am very happy with both of you, and I am going to have Jinny serve and love my cunt. The whole time she is making love to my cunt I want you fucking yourself again and again knowing how happy I am and how pleased I am with you both. I think I will stay over later, and maybe I will make you both play silly slut games. I want you fucking yourself to orgasm over and over again thinking about how much you love me and worship my cunt." Mrs. Grieg's eyes shone with a fever gleam.

"I'll go get the big double-headed one," she gasped out and ran away to do as the pretty teenager who ruled her said.

Cheryl turned her attention to a still snuffling Jinny. They got her cleaned up, and then changed into a fresh outfit. Cheryl understood intuitively that Jinny felt "right" dressed for her in sexy underclothes. The man at the mall must have helped her with that. They picked out a white camisole top and a matching thong, and together they snuggled up in bed. This was the same bed in which they had played with each other the first time; tentative, fumbling caresses in the dark they did not speak about in the light. Now it was different. Jinny was warped now beyond recognition, a cunt slave who longed only to please and serve her best friend.

"Jinny, tell me what you feel about me...what you think about. I want to know about how you are feeling, because I love you very much. I know you love my cunt, and tonight I am going to let you serve me, because I am so pleased by you."

Slowly words came out of Jinny, picking up speed as she gained confidence.

"When he first taught us at the motel he made mom and me crazy for his cock and for each other. After he was done and rested he showed us that the love we had for each other was really slut and cunt love. Sucking on my mom's cunt, feeling her put her fingers inside me and lick my asshole...we went crazy. It felt so good that we couldn't stop. When we weren't touching him we were rubbing our pussies back and forth and fingering each others buttholes....mom kept trying to get as many fingers as she could in my ass and then have me lick them off....every time he came in my mom's pussy I cleaned it out and it was so good. I never knew how much I loved my mom and she loved me.

But then before he left he told us the real truth. Mom was standing at attention, her nipples so hard and she was grinning like crazy as she realized why she had me, and I almost got sick I was so excited. My stomach got that hollow feeling and my cunt got so wet thinking about how much I loved you and needed to serve you oh I need to serve you so much. My mouth is for sucking you, my hands are for stroking you and my body is for you to play with. Mom and me have been practicing so much, loving each other so much. Every morning I wake up so happy and push my way between my mom's thighs and I see her gorgeous cunt and I think of how good it is to practice for when you want to use me like a slut. Then I feel her slide the first few fingers in my cunt and then I feel her tongue in me, licking everywhere, and I love her so much because she wants to be a perfect cunt slave for you to. Maybe you would use us both once time, and have a mother and her slut daughter who have this craving for your cunt-"

"Honey, what do you fantasize about? " Jinny looked down for a moment, nestled against her mistress, and then looked up in her eyes, red-cheeked and blushing.

"I think about sucking your cunt the most...the smell, the taste. When I tell mom how much I love you and want to serve you hers gets all slick and soaking wet...I think about how slick and perfect yours must be. I think about being fucked by you...maybe after Josh took you in the shitter and made you clean him, when he rested you would fuck me so hard in the ass with a strap on dildo...you would fuck me so hard it would hurt but I would love it because I love everything you do. Being fucked and hurt by you would be so sexy because I am your cunt slave. God I want you to ass fuck me, I want to be stretched by you and have you totally over me, making me take every last inch of your ginat strap on in and I would cry but I would be crying because my owner was using her cuntslave.

And then, sometimes..."

"What honey? Tell me Jinny."

"I...I have a fantasy, I think about...when mom is touching me hard down there," here she reached down to indicate her cunt, "I dream that like we are going to get married." She continued in a tiny voice, "You make me wear this lacy, beautiful wedding dress but it stops at the waist and I have stockings and garters on, no panties and everyone can see my cunt and ass. And then we get married, but everyone knows what a freak I am for you, and you lay me down on a bench in front of my mom, and my relatives, and you tell them how I am such a slut I love to get fucked like a slut. And you pull back the sleeve of your gown and you start to fuck me with your hand. You slide your hand in me, keep putting more and more fingers into me until you have your whole hand in me. I love it so much, and I come on your fist just shaking and shaking. He told me what a slut I was before we dropped me off. He told me I wanted to get fist fucked buy you because I am a slut and I am your cuntslave."

As this monologue went on Cheryl became more and more aroused. Until now she had seen Jinny and her mom in a sisterly and utilitarian way. She understood where they were coming from and that they might be useful to Josh one day.

But now the intensity of her slaves' devotion was starting to penetrate her, and it tasted like her devotion to Josh. In a dim way Jinny's filthy talk reminded Cheryl of how filthy she was.

"Jinny, get between my legs." Tremblingly Jinny slid out of Cheryl's arms and knelt between her legs. She gently, almost reverently removed the wide leather belt Cheryl wore, and then one by one undid the buttons on her jeans. Cheryl lifted her hips to help Jinny pull the jeans off. Both shared several glances back and forth, one excited and the other awed.

Cheryl lay there, legs splayed, her pubic mound hidden only by a small, blue cotton triangle. Jinny lowered her face down slowly, savoring this moment. She was about to worship her personal goddess, the cunt that dominated her thoughts waking and sleeping.

Slowly, ever so slowly she lowered her face until her nose was pressed against Cheryl's panties. She inhaled deeply, smiling with her eyes closed. With a look of infinite ecstasy and anticipation she gently lowered her mouth another half inch and kissed Cheryl's panties. She rained kisses down on her panties, pressing more firmly on Cheryl's soft sex. Cheryl's panties grew damp; she felt both excited by the present circumstances, but also by the double image of Josh superimposed, watching these sluts with arousal and maybe contempt. She was so filthy.

Jinny sensed her mistress's arousal, and slipped off the low-rise panties she wore, and stopped, stunned by what she saw.

The delicate fluff of blonde pubic hair, the smooth stretch of skin that went from belly to pubis to engorged and glistening cunt. The aroma was incredible. Cheryl's cunt smelled like everything, it was everything good plus the spice of what sex meant. All sex came down to this; the burning, raging fire of desire the man had lit in her was contained in this.

"Oh." The smallest sound escaped Jinny's lips, and she lowered her face down onto the cunt that owned her.

Slick, wet, warm and beautiful; the taste exploded on her tongue. God, as much as Jinny loved, was addicted to practicing being a slave on her mother's wonderful cunt, it was nothing compared to this. Her tongue moved forward, parting Cheryl's lips and tasting a deeper, more exciting region. She become more and more excited as Cheryl's breathing grew heavier. Jinny started to rub her face back and forth, smearing the gorgeous cunt all over her face, she felt high and a craving in her stomach like nothing she had ever felt before. As Cheryl's peak came closer, Jinny held Cheryl's hips and clamped her mouth over her sex, using her tongue to seek out the smooth pearl of her clit under Cheryl's hood.

Cheryl came, her cunt and ass muscles flexing and convulsing. Jinny was delirious in sympathy; she felt so good about herself; the only important person in the room was happing.

Slowly, they both settled down, Jinny keeping her face an inch away from that wonderful, wet place she worshipped, breathing in the heady scent that was the best she had ever known, and feeling so good. She was good, she had been a good cuntlsave.

"You did very good honey." Cheryl smiled and patted Jinny's head. "You did very good, and I feel good but I want more. Let's get your mom. You two are going to do some very sick things to show me how you love me. I have some filthy ideas."