"Can I help you?
Shannon nearly yelped with surprise at the voice, maintaining her composure only with difficulty. She had been browsing at the Compliance Cosmetics outlet nearest her home, picking up new eyeshadow, lipstick, and other trappings at the request of her boss. As she stood at the backlit product racks and their mirrors, shoulder to shoulder with other women who bore the same fakehappy expression, the last thing she had expected to hear was a male voice.
"Of course!" Shannon said, automatically, smiling sweetly and putting on her most impregnable womanface. Even in the question of whether she needed help finding products to purchase, it wasn't permitted to imply a male might be able to do as he wished. Thus, of course, of course, of course he could help her. He could, in fact, do anything he wanted.
Normally, Shannon was hyper-aware when any male was around. But she had been daydreaming a little, thinking about her fiery-tempered sister Celia and the trouble she might be in, if the Office of Female Compliance identified her as the woman guilty of kicking an overly grabby man in the pills one fateful night last week. She dared not voice her worry aloud - there were cameras and microphones everywhere - and the so the question of what to do was one she contemplated on her own. One thing she did know was that she couldn't bring herself to turn Celia in. If her sister was caught and brought to justice for booting a pair of balls (objects of male power which might as well be sacred, if the highly-secular new world order approved of such things), then her whole family would suffer. Celia most of all, but her and her younger sister Kylie would be under suspicion and likely targets for punishment. Even her brother, Leo, might get a reprimand for failing to properly control a female dependent. These truths and more were swirling in her head as browsed the cosmetics, something she did weekly (performing oral sex several times a day tended to require a lot of makeup re-applications), and in the depths of her woolgathering she'd missed the presence of a man. A dangerous and very uncharacteristic mistake.
When Shannon turned (her long blonde hair making an enticing swirl in the air) she saw that the male addressing her was rather young - about her age - and wearing a smartly tailored suit. Like her, he was blonde and his eyes blue; he was looking at her with something like curiosity, and Shannon got the sense that he wasn't looking to grab her by the scalp and direct her head down for a quick blowjob, or bend her over beside the checkout register for a fuck. At least, not yet.
"That's what I thought," the man said, smirking. "I have a good eye for when women get confused and need help. You must be overwhelmed by all the choices." He gestured toward the racks full of cosmetics, and their focus-tested and government approved brand names, all variations on the same theme with a few different logos and styles, creating the illusion of choice:
Man Pleaser lipstick.
Compliant One mascara.
And an eyeshadow simply called, His.
"Yes, all the choices make me so confused," Shannon confirmed, smiling so wide it felt her lips would tear. Of course, this was a lie. She had been buying the same lipstick, eyeshadow and other products for years, and could probably find and purchase them while blindfolded. Compliance Cosmetics was a very streamlined operation with automated checkout kiosks near the entrance and three walls lined with glaring backlit displays. Everything else - counters, free-standing display cases - was a simple geometric shape in grey or subtle and dull violet.
"I know it's very hard being so stupid," the man said, and he reached out to pat her shoulder. There was a real look of pity on his face, and Shannon saw he wasn't just saying this to get a sadistic thrill or play with her emotions, but he was genuinely sorry. She had met men like this a few times - almost always the younger generation - to whom female compliance had always been a way of life and the Minerva virus (and resulting anti-woman sentiment) was nothing but long ago science fiction. This blonde man, handsome and young, an executive of some sort on the rise, actually thought she was a brainless idiot.
"Yes, it's very hard," Shannon admitted, and took on a look of regretful shame. She dared not show any resistance, or anything at all counter to what the man expected - such as intelligence or wit. "I'm just so stupid sometimes, I take hours and hours to make decisions about the simplest things."
"Every woman should have a man around," the blonde man lectured. "But men are in short supply compared to you women these days. That creates quite a puzzle." He sighed, then, amazingly, extended his hand for her to shake. "I'm Carter Wolf."
Shannon kept her composure with difficulty. A handshake was something usually shares only among men, with touching in female cases usually limited to non-consensual kisses, ass-slaps, gropes, pelvic rubs, and pussy-grabs. It was actually something a man might get in trouble for - treating a woman as an equal rather than an inferior - but clearly Mr. Carter Wolf had no problem, and feared no retribution, despite the many cameras stationed all around Compliance Cosmetics. And that name. Shannon had heard of a Wolf during her time at the Office of Female Compliance; someone higher up in another department. Could it be?
"My father is head of Consumer Compliance," he went on. "I've just been promoted to head of the cosmetics division."
He's talking to me like a normal person, Shannon thought. I have to respond just how he expects. She took his hand and shook it with clueless enthusiasm. "I'm sorry, I don't understand that stuff," she offered, keeping her voice cheery. "I just came here to get some new lip gloss, since mine ran out!"
"From sucking lots of dicks, I imagine?" Wolf said, conversationally, withdrawing his hand. "And I expect someone as stupid as you probably has difficulting keeping track of how much is remaining."
"Yes," Shannon said, her face twisted into that extreme smile, her eyes wide and her expression totally indulgent, hanging on his every world like it was the law of God. "I really am so dumb and forgetful… instead of thinking I mostly just suck dicks!" Her heart wrenched a little at being forced to devalue herself; but this was a feeling that she knew very well, and had to suppress.
"Well," said Carter, "I want to take Compliance Cosmetics in new directions. It must be shaped to the needs of the women who are the primary consumers. I'm here conducting a little research. That hand shake? I taught my dog to do the same thing. It turns that any dumb animal can be trained, as long as the hand doing the training is well-practiced in the techniques. You women are no different."
"Oh, that is so interesting!" Shannon complimented. She realized that Carter Wolf really was a true believer. The older generation were well aware that women were intelligent and capable underneath their state-sanctioned facades of compliance; hence the reason for the oppressive and stifling yoke of the new order. Carter was different. A man like him really did think she was subhuman, dumb as an animal. The spritely look in his eyes as he toyed with her was no different than what might show on a man's face while watching a monkey at a zoo.
"I realize you're too stupid to understand, and you probably have lots of cum backed up into your brains," Carter acknowledged. "What I aim to do is, provide more guidance for women as they attempt to meet the proper immodesty requirements. Dressing yourself, taking care of hygiene and your surroundings, it's all very difficult for someone with such a dumb animal mind." He sighed, as if this shortage of brain power was a real, crucial issue that had to be overcome if he was to get anything done.
With sudden firmness, he reached out to grasp her blonde hair and control her head, cocking it to one side. "I'd like you to help with some product testing," Carter said, and Shannon nodded and gasped out her obvious compliance with that command. "Come up to the counter here and take a look at some of our new products, available in this test market only." He led her by the hair through a parting line of customers. They were all women, taking care not to change their identical smiles and expressions of serenity, lest the cameras record their insufficient facial obedience and label them for re-education. Nonetheless, Shannon knew well enough what they were thinking - something was about to happen, and they would have no choice but to hear and see it, regardless of what Mr. Carter Wolf had planned.
There were some unfamiliar boxes with product samples at the counter, new labels and logos that Shannon didn't recognize.
"This is called Dumb Bitch," Carter explained, and he uncapped a lip gloss and held it out to her. It was a pretty, natural shade, similar to what Shannon was already wearing, though a bit shinier and sure to make her lips look more moist. "It's been scientifically formulated based on all of the latest research about the female brain." He put an arrogant hand to his chest and seemed to address the room at large. "What women really crave is to be told what to do, like they were a dog or a dumb pack animal. And you are a stupid piece of shit, right?"
"Y-yes!" Shannon agreed, her smile stretching thin, but holding. Tears welled in her eyes. "I'm… I'm actually just fucking retarded!"
Carter smiled his hawkish grin and nodded as if he had expected nothing better. "Go ahead and put that on, and tell me how you feel."
Shannon immediately brought the lip gloss to her smiling mouth, pursed her lips, ran the stick over them a couple of times, made a kissing motion to spread the new coating of gloss around. "It's… great!" she said. "I feel amazing!" She would have told him the same even if the stick had literally been made of dogshit. It was just her luck to be caught up in such a situation. Because of her blonde-haired, blue-eyed good looks and her skills at keeping a proper womanface even in the worst of situations, Shannon tended to be picked out by males in all manner of public places. Her natural gifts - including her large breasts - were more a curse than a blessing in this way.
"Does it make you feel like sucking cock?" Carter asked, and Shannon immediately nodded.
"Oh, very much. I just want to choke on a big, fat cock right now!" she gushed, squinting her eyes into a carefree smile.
"That's very good. We have numbers that suggest that after long sessions of face-fucking and oral rape, women can sometimes have difficulty engaging with the proper compliance demeanors. My goal with the Dumb Bitch line is to make cocksucking an aspirational goal, the same way that a stupid ape might pursue a banana. This will be done through a combination of marketing and physical side-effects of the ingredients."
Shannon didn't feel any different - she was still dreading everything that was happening and didn't feel any more like performing oral sex than she usually did, which was 'not at all' - but she new she had to play along with whatever Carter said. "That sounds so smart, Mr. Wolf!" she agreed. Her heart sank as he tight hold of her hair again and tugged her downward toward the crotch of his smartly tailored trousers.
"That's a good dog," he said, absently, leaning back against the counter and taking his ease. "Let the brainlessness drive you. Really accept your animal intelligence." He chuckled to himself as he forced Shannon's dainty nose up against the bulge in his crotch. His cock, made erect from their interaction, was pressing the pleats up against the underside of his belt. "What am I saying? Your female brain is too small to truly understand such instructions. But don't worry! It will come naturally to you! Nobody needs to teach an imbecile how to be stupid, after all!"
"Y-yes sir!" Shannon said, as he rubbed her face back and forth on his boner. She fumbled her hands up and unbuttoned his fly, her face bathing in his male musk she fished his cock out. It was a meaty piece, seven or eight inches and quickly growing turgid. The heady stench told her he hadn't washed it recently, perhaps since indulging in some bitch-fucking the previous night. Shannon tried to imagine what it would be like, blowing this arrogant man and having to listen to his diatribes and his degrading remarks; all while keeping a smile on her face. Her eyes began to water again as he took hold of her head and butted her nose up against his prick helmet, pressing the weeping pisshole against her nostril.
"Get a good sniff of my male essence," he instructed, and Shannon did so, her eyes rolling back a little as she took a mind-numbing whiff of sweaty dick-strench straight from the knob. She inhaled as long as she could and then gasped, panting for a few breaths before turning up her face and smiling. Smiling wide and looking at her 'benefactor' with worshipful adoration.
"Your cock smells so good!" she moaned.
(It smelled like garbage.)
"I love it when guys shove their smelly cocks in my face that they haven't washed for days."
(She hated it.)
Carter beamed with satisfaction. "It's just as I suspected! The unique formulation of this lip gloss has sent your randy female mind into a state of rut!" He gathered up his balls and stuffed them up under her nose - big, plump orbs that were sprouting with curly brown hairs in places. "Well, you can sniff your fill of my sweaty balls if you like it so much!"
"Ssssank… nyou!" Shannon moaned, and inhaled again with that fist-gathered ball bag bending her septum upward.
"Women really are pieces of shit," Carter sighed with satisfaction. "The money we waste with vanity products to create the illusion of free will is nonsense. This why cosmetic lines like Dumb Bitch, Throat Rape and Skullfuck Me will be so successful." He looked around to the room at large, where women were still taking their purchases through the automatic checkouts, paying with whatever meager money they were allotted by their male sponsors, be they husbands, brothers, or fathers, all with the same pasted on smiles on their faces. Watching other women get fucked in front of them was just a normal part of their lives, and when Carter asked his question, there was a chorus of responses, all with the same general emotion behind them:
Yes, sir. I agree, sir. Yes, it will be successful. I would certainly wear "Skullfuck Me" eyeshadow, because I am very stupid and I like getting throat-fucked by cocks very much.
Carter pinched Shannon's nose shut and shoved his balls against her mouth, smothering her. "You like this, don't you?" he asked, almost conversationally, and Shannon nodded even as her face turned red, and then purple. Her vision swam but she still managed to keep her expression of agreeable happiness; a minor miracle. Her womanface was her suit of armor; in her time at the Office of Female Compliance she had seen hundreds, thousands of cases where women were put into re-education programs for failing to maintain a proper outward mood, and as a result she was more expert than most in keeping up her facade, even in extreme cases like this one.
"Hnnnngghhhlll…" she groaned, physically unable to stop herself. She was going to pass out, but still didn't show any sign of resistance or complaint. Just when she was about to keel over, Carter relented and pulled back, letting Shannon take in one long, whooping breath. She kept her smile, showing teeth even as she panted to bring oxygen back into her body.
"I've always thought that since women have such small brains they should need less oxygen," Carter mused. "I should have the scientists at Consumer Compliance look into it!" And of course, Shannon nodded at the brilliance of this revelation, even though it had no basis in reality.
"Of course, whatever you say, sir," she panted.
"You'd rather have cock in your body than air, anyhow," Carter prompted.
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me, what do you think about cocks?" he went on, jacking his dick directly in her face and holding her in place with a fistful of hair.
"I love them!" Shannon panted brightly. In truth of fact, she never wanted to see a cock again for as long as she lived, but that was just another one of those things she was required never to reveal. She hated blowjobs, loathed anal sex and didn't get much pleasure from vaginal fucking either, but the way she carried on, you'd never know it. "I really would rather have a man's cock in my mouth than anything. And I love it when men grab my hair and jerk off on my face."
"Is it difficult being such a stupid ball-sucking cunt?" Carter said, with an almost comical indulgence, as if he were asking a cancer patient about her prognosis. "Do you often find yourself in distress when a man isn't around to fill your mouth with sperm?"
Shannon's eyes were leaking tears again, a combination of his rough treatment and the relentless nature of the required performance. Her smile was even more unnatural if anything, a painted-on, joker grin. "Oh yes, it's very difficult being such a stupid cocksucking retard! If I didn't have men to rape my throat and feed me huge loads of semen I think I would just die!"
Carter added another hand to her hair, taking two fistfuls, and dragged her roughly around so her back was close to the counter. When he then pulled forward, Shannon knew exactly what to do. She opened her mouth dutifully and let his long, eight inch meat - which by now was completely hard, for it was clear the man was a sociopath who got off on the validation of his theories of male superiority - deep into the back of her throat. There was nothing romantic about it, not the smallest amount of concern for her. His leaking, throbbing prick helmet, which suddenly felt as if it was the size of an apple, rammed into Shannon's windpipe and caused her to start gagging and heaving pathetically almost immediately.
Even her well-practiced enthusiasm couldn't make up for the fact that she wasn't as skillful with deep-throating as her youngest sister Kylie. Dealing with her brother Leo's big penis had given her plenty of chances to hone her craft, and yet her diaphragm still bucked, she still blew out thick ropes of throat slime all over Carter's cock shaft and balls, and her eyes immediately began to water and turn red. Impossible as it was to smile under such circumstances, or hold any facial expression really, Shannon did absolutely nothing to resist, and signaled her compliance with passivity.
"Quite a tight throat," Carter grunted, as he started thrusting. "As well as you present yourself under immodesty guidelines, I imagine you must suck a lot of cock." He thrust forward with slightly more force and Shannon's blonde head banged against the wooden counter. THUNK! She saw stars momentarily, but as he continued to thrust, her instincts to please and conform didn't falter. Each time his cock burrowed down her throat she made a gulping, gagging noise. Saliva flew from her bottom lip and hung on her chin in syrupy, foamy ropes. An entire mouthful of throat-slime, pre-cum and her own bile filled her cheeks to puffing up, and Carter pulled his cock out and turned her head sideways so she could hork it up onto the floor tile as coldly and uncaringly as a man emptying a wastebasket.
Shannon's mascara was running from the brutal throat fuck, staining her cheeks with black tears, and Carter addressed this as he pumped his hips and knocked the back her head against the counter again and again. "Look!" he grunted, his voice strained with the efforts of his irrumatio. "The sign of an inferior product! When the Dumb Bitch line is fully developed, it will be much more resistance to running and smearing!" He looked around. "Doesn't that sound good, ladies?"
"Y-yes!" said a brunette woman, whose smile was so stretched and unnatural her mouth looked ready to tear. "That sounds… amazing!" her voice was cracking and she seemed very close to dropping her womanface. She swallowed the lump in her throat and continued. "I'm always saying… my makeup gets messed up so early in the way when guys fuck my face like its a pussy!"
"A woman's face is nothing but a cum toilet anyway, but a presentable appearance should still be maintained, for men who desire a fresh fuck," Carter said. He continued to stab into Shannon's throat, and her drooling, puking spit-bursts were soaking her blouse through and showing off her enormous double-D tits. He grunted, withdrew his cock from Shannon's face, gathered a huge mess of drool and spit and rubbed it all over her features with his hand. "I bet you never thought of it in those terms, did you?" He was asking the room at large.
"No sir, I'm too stupid," came one reply.
"I could never come up with an amazing idea like that! Men are so smart!"
"I'm just a dumb bitch who swallows cum, I barely have a brain in my head!"
The women laughed together with their pasted-on smiles, as if the entire thing was a hilarious joke, and Carter laughed as well in his condescending way. Meanwhile, his throbbing, cum-leaking prick helmet was absolutely battering Shannon's throat into oblivion, and the back of her head was making resonating thumps against the display kiosk wall. The repeated blows to the head were disrupting her normally unassailable poise a little, as each one made her see stars.
Shannon had occasionally encountered men who were impressed by her ability to remain unbothered by even the most aggressive sexual acts. Usually they grunted their approval into her ear while putting her ankles behind her head, or while sucking and groping her large, round tits. Rarely she would get a man who saw her constantly-smiling demeanor as a challenge, and these always made for difficult days and evenings, as they forced her to endure more and more degrading circumstances. Usually the smile would stay on her face until they were spent, or the man dared go no further lest he damage her and be made to pay restitution to her brother Leo for putting her out of commission and robbing him of his morning blowjobs and cock-cleanings.
The most insufferable type of man was not either of these types, though. They were men like Carter who didn't care at all if she was in discomfort or not, and could gleefully bound her throat until she slumped over totally limp. She could tell the young blonde executive had a cruel streak from the way he dug his prick tip into her esophagus and seemed to root it around, making her gullet stretch to take all of his thick meat, and from the way he addressed her and the other women.
"Get your tits out," he ordered, watching the assembled cosmetic-shoppers as he continued to skull-fuck merrily away at Shannon's gagging, dry-heaving face. Long, ropey runners of phlegm, sperm and throat-slime were splattering down her chin and onto her blouse-clad breasts and the floor. To emphasize his point, he reached down and tore open Shannon's shirt, causing a shower of buttons and exposing her bra before ripping that down as well. She was now totally exposed, being face-fucked steadily while her tits were groped.
The women unzipped jackets, unbuttoned blouses and pulled off tee shirts en masse. Normally it was a bit taboo for a man to walk into Compliance Cosmetics and monopolize all the customers - all the women had males elsewhere who were waiting for their attentions, and if they were late, they would want to know why - but Carter Wolf, with his position as part of the government, had immunity from the complaints of normal male civilians. He made a tsk noise with his tongue as he watched the doffing of clothes. "That's a good deal of covering up you're all doing," he assessed. "I could cite you for improper immodesty! As far as I'm concerned, every one of you should have your tits out all day!"
The women apologized profusely, lining up shoulder to shoulder to show off their enhanced busts. There wasn't a small chest in the room, every one of them had had considerable state-sanctioned work done. They presented themselves like meat, smiling their puppet smiles, their eyes glassy and perhaps glimmering with barely-held tears. Soon, surrounding Carter and Shannon in a semi-circle were at least eight pairs of bumped up, humiliatingly large fuck juggs. They bulged in round and teardrop shapes depending on the body type; some of the less natural-looking sets showed obvious incision scars. On the larger pairs, the stretched, enormous areolas looked sensitive and large-pored.
"You!" Carter growled, pointing to a tall, blonde woman with a pixie cut. She was in her mid-30's, an athletic type, and because of her frame she had the largest pair of inflated bimbo milk tanks in the room - larger even than Shannon's double-D naturals. "Tell me about your tits and what you use them for."
"M-my tits are 38 triple-D," the woman said, smiling wide and looking at Carter submissively. "I love having big tits because it means more men will grope and suck and slap my tits around. I especially love it when a long, fat cock is shoved between my tits and then cums all over my face!" Shannon could almost see the woman reciting from memory a canned spiel that she thought men wanted to hear; she had probably said similar things a hundred times or a thousand to the strange men that accosted at all hours of the day, in public or private, hissing sex-needy questions into her ear. It was a cursed existence that Shannon knew all too well.
"As expected of such a big-titted sow," Carter grunted, and withdrew his cock from Shannon's throat. It came back with multiple strands of spit and sperm attached to her lips. "I want you to get on all fours and moo. You and this one." He grabbed Shannon's blonde hair and pulled down on it like a window shade, forcing her to her hands and knees. With the blouse torn, her boobs hung like cow udders as she began to unsteadily crawl forward. Her face was red from oxygen deprivation, her eyes bloodshot, her cheeks stained with black tears of smeared makeup. A false eyelash was laying on one cheek and bubbles of spit and semen were growing and popping in her nostrils. And still she smiled as if nothing was wrong.
"Mooooooo!" Shannon croaked, crawling around on the floor. The blonde woman joined her and together they got down and mooed at each other like animals while the other blank-faced, rigidly-smiling women were forced to watch. "Mooo! Moooo!" They came face to face, pressing their foreheads against each other as they crawled, and with her blonde hair hiding her face from all angles, Shannon took a look into the other woman's eyes. For the tiniest moment, in the most subtle way, they exchanged a glance that acknowledged how degrading the situation was. Then, they moved their heads apart and continued mooing.
"This is just as I thought," Carter said, approvingly. His cock, still out of his fly, was ramjod erect. "Women need guidance - to be instructed and herded. A woman left to her own devices can hardly be responsible for her own actions, not with a brain that's one-tenth the size of a man! And I intend to bring new methods to the Office of Female Compliance that place a greater responsibility on those who actually have the brains!" He sighed, stroking his cock. "After all, you're all such dumb, big-titted animals… who can blame you if you're lazy or misbehave?"
A signal flare went off in Shannon's mind as she crawled along the floor. "Y-yes sir! Please watch while I crawl around and show you my cow tits! Mooooooooo!" She was wearing a pencil skirt and garters, and her crawling was exposing her very round, very shapely ass as she moved, while her tits bounced and bobbed beneath her. She kept her smile - it truly was second nature - but behind it all, she was still thinking about what Carter had said. And about her sister, Celia.
And about unruly women not being responsible for their actions.
She went in a circle before arriving back at Carter's feet, and he reached down and took a handful of her hair, ignoring the other blonde for the moment - as quickly as she'd been the object of his attention, she was forgotten. Carter rubbed his leaking, throbbing prick helmet all over her face, smearing the leftover spit from her throat-fuck everywhere, pushing his pisshole up against her nostrils pressing it against her lips, even pressing it agains her eyes. Shannon did her best to smile unblinkingly as he milked his prick and trails of pre-seed dripped onto her face. Her throat was burning from all the abuse it had taken… and it looked like there was more to come.
Carter pressed his cock against her mouth and, with two hands tightly in her hair, mounted her throat like a cunt, angling his cock at a forty-five degree angle and spearing into her windpipe with the usual disregard for her comfort. Shannon immediately croaked out a GLUUUAAAARK as he went as deep as possible, driving until his greasy, spit-plastered balls were piled on her chin like big spongy eggs. More spit exploded from her mouth and splattered his nuts, spilling down toward her tits. Carter held her in this position for ten or fifteen seconds while he punished her throat with quick, short microthrusts, then withdrew and let Shannon gasp.
As she drew in air in whooping breaths, he slapped her face with his cock, lining up the girthy log and slapping it down on her like a cudgel onto her lips, cheeks, and forehead, anything that would make a slapping sound. Shannon beamed through the abuse, and even the wincing blinks that came, she sold as semi-orgasmic delight, as if was orgasm, and not discomfort, that made her bite her lip. "Good dog!" Carter mused, smiling. "You really love getting slapped around by dick, don't you?"
"Yes," Shannon panted. "It's my favorite thing. I love it when a guy cockslaps the fuck out of my stupid face for me. It's so wonderful!" Even with a dozen sensors in the walls of Compliance Cosmetics, not one detected any hint of a lie in her voice or physical reactions. It was perhaps this perfect wall of acceptance and sincerity that pushed Carter Wolf over the edge, and his youthful face grimaced in the midst of orgasm and revealed what he was - the arrogant son of a OFC bigwig looking to make his mark in his first assignment. The act - that of a confident, brilliant revolutionary in product development - was no less false than Shannon's womanface. Carter Wolf was just the next in a long line of spoiled sons put into positions of power by nepotism.
"Take my cum you fucking piece of shit!" he growled, and tellingly, the genteel way of speaking and framing of the encounter as 'product testing' was giving way to his more sadistic tendencies with frightening speed. He took his spurting cock and jammed it as deep as he could in Shannon's throat, making her jaw creak and her neck bulge with the insertion, blowing out air through clenched teeth as his balls drew up and hitched in time with the muscles in his buttocks. A hot, thick lance of cum spurted down Shannon's throat and into her stomach. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. each was punctuated by a grunt, and then, in the midst of filling her with his seed, he pulled out and took hold of his still-spurting cock, directing the pisshole directly against her eyeball.
Any woman less practiced than Shannon would have flinched away from the raw, greasy feeling of that spasming pisshole pressing directly up against the dazzling blue of her irises. Only through her commitment to womanface was she able to stay in her slouched position, thighs on calves, knees splayed, mascara running, looking up at Carter.
She was aware of what was happening, knew it all too well. This man pulled me away from what I was doing, called me a stupid animal, made me crawl around and moo like a cow, she thought. He fucked my head against the counter until my brains were scrambled. He's made me take his cum into my stomach and now he's going to degrade me even more. But I mustn't violate the rules!
Her actual feelings were irrelevant. The mantruth was that she loved such treatment and would beg for more. So it was written in the laws of the Office of Female Compliance, and so it would be.
"Unnnnnnagh!" Carter grunted, and a fat, chunky cum worm pressed out of his pisshole and spurted all over Shannon's eyeball, blinding her on one side and causing a burning, stinging sensation. Amazingly, she kept blinking to a minimum. "I'm going to burn your eyeballs out of your fucking skull with my thick, backed-up cum, you fucking sow!"
"Oh, yes!" she groaned. "Jerk off in my eyes, it makes me so wet!" It was a lie agreed upon. Carter reached over to the other eye and repeated the process, holding his cock as it spurted again and again and coated her eyeball in goo. When Shannon was forced to blink, what long, teased out eyelashes she still had remaining became loaded with strands of sticky good as well. She felt rather than saw Carter wipe his dick off in her hair, and then heard the familiar sound of him gathering spit in his mouth… and soon his expectorate was dripping down on her face as well.
"Fuck," Carter breathed, taking a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and mopping his brow. The woman still in the shop, still bare chested, were all watching him with twisted plastic smiles. "Turn around, you dumb whores," he barked, and they all immediately did so, leaving him to gather himself. He produced a comb next, fixing his blonde hair, and then straightened his tie.
"I got carried away," he admitted, and then produced his wallet and took out a business card. "Something about you…" His voice trailed off.
"I'm sorry, I'm such a big-titted and made you fuck my stupid face," Shannon said, as chipperly as she could muster. Her throat was raspy and hoarse, her blouse was ripped, her face slightly bruised from cock-beatings, and her makeup an absolute ruin. Black tears down the chears, falce covered in spit and cum, eyes swimming in big pools of the nasty stuff. "It's my fault."
"Yes," Carter agreed. Then blinked, and shook his head, realizing he'd been inconsistent. "Er… no. This only proves my hypothesis, that women can't be blamed for what stupid cumdumps they are." He slapped his fist down in his palm. "After all, how could it be your fault when you don't even have the brains of a housefly?"
"Yes, I'm very stupid," Shannon admitted, knowing it was what Carter wanted to hear. She had to validate his beliefs. In her mind, she could already see a backdoor opening, a way to get her sister Celia out of hot water. "I sometimes do just any stupid thing that comes to my head! I think it's because my brains are so full of cum!"
"Tits, too," Carter added, and Shannon nodded enthusiastically. That his suggested 'reforms' were born out of his own personal biases and sexual proclivities could scarcely be doubted, and Shannon sought to use that to her advantage.
"Yes," she agreed, smiling in spite of her ruined appearance. "My tits too. My brain and my tits are full of cum from all the cocks I've been sucking and titfucks I've been giving."
Carter nodded with approval. "I'll take this test run as proof that my reservations about female agency are well-founded. Men need to assert more control of you stupid sows, not just allow you to walk around and be fucked willy-nilly!" He seemed galvanized. "Why, just think of all the unauthorized female acts that could be curtailed!"
Carter reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, offering it to Shannon. She took it dutifully, as if she'd just been given the keys to the kingdom. It was well known that if a man were to give a woman anything, she should act impressed, and never bored. Thus, despite her burning eyes and gurgling, cum-filled stomach, she smiled and clutched the card close.
"If I've used you too much for your male guardian to enjoy you for the moment, please have him get in touch with my office," Carter said, managing to sound magnanimous. "The problem of too many men using the same woman is one I'd like to remedy, you understand." Shannon could not see it, but the card read Carter Wolf, Executive Officer, Compliance Cosmetics, and also featured Carter's contact info. The nodded and thanked him with mindless enthusiasm.
Carter, remembering at last the other woman, dismissed them with a wave of his hand, telling them to be about their business. Shannon rose unsteadily to her feet. Her blonde hair was a tangle and her pantyhose were torn. Her face was absolutely plastered in an utterly humiliating fashion. "Once I change the system, we'll need more women like you," he assessed, barely looking at Shannon, looking instead at his cellphone. "You know, really stupid whores who like eating cum. Women with shit for brains."
Shannon nodded, and for the first and only time, when her high-heel tottered and her control seemed to waver. She took a deep breath. "Thank you, sir," she said. She walked to the counter, paid for her purchases with the money permitted for immodesty compliance, and then walked out.
There was a checkpoint on the sidewalk between Compliance Cosmetics and the home Shannon shared with her sisters Celia and Kylie and her brother Leo. It had not been there as she walked to the store - of that she was sure - but it was there now. Several monolithic doorlike portals through which pedestrians would walk and have their vitals scanned. It was staffed by a contingent of women in OFC security uniforms, no doubt overseen by a male superior, and covered both sides of the street. Even the self-driving vehicles moving busily along the road were made to slow and submit to search.
Shannon permitted herself a sigh and a slight slumping of her shoulders. She had not seen the checkpoint in time to gracefully turn around - her vision was blurry from all the cum in her eyes. If she turned around now and tried to skirt the checkpoint by taking another route, it would be very conspicuous. She had sat in on enough meetings at OFC HQ (usually with a cock in her mouth) to know the methodology. People who avoided checkpoints were eagerly sought after as possible subversives and thrown into re-education camps.
She walked up and got in line, smiling as pleasantly as she could manage. The heel on one of her shoes was damaged, making her a bit wobbly, but she managed to stay upright and exchange the expected happy looks with the other women in queue. Her purse, sung over her shoulder, was bulging with Compliance Cosmetics sample boxes she'd been forced to take. Shannon stared straight ahead, resisting the urge to wipe her eyes and face, as she watched the women in front of her go through the rigamarole of inspection. She knew well how it would go - questions from a severe-looking agent about her mood and her activities, plus anything else they wanted to know.
Minutes passed. The cum on her face had become a gooey crust. She'd put her boobs back into her bra, but her blouse was ruined, and as a result, her tits were still subject to the chill wind, making her nipples poke out with unwilling hardness. At least, it was her turn to step into the scanning arch as the agent issued terse instructions.
"Step forward. Arms out."
Shannon obeyed and a bright scanning beam, emanating from the side of the device, went up and down over her body. The agent, a black-haired woman with a ponytail and wearing a military-style cap to go with her OFC Security blues, gestured toward Shannon's purse. A nametag identified her as Agent Callahan.
"Name and occupation?" The question was all business. Security agents, when acting at the behest of their male superiors, were one of a very few females not required to smile at all times.
"Shannon Sell. Logistics and administration, Office of Female Compliance." For her part, Shannon was still smiling wide.
"What's in the bag?"
"Samples. Cosmetics."
Callahan's brow furrowed as she looked at her scanning screen. "Is that more than your immodesty allotment? It looks like more."
"I was given special permission."
Agent Callahan punched in some information on a tablet, then looked up. "Looks like you have a big load of cum on your face. Where did that come from?"
"A wonderful man fucked my throat at Compliance Cosmetics this morning," Shannon said, cheerily. "Then he came all over my face, and spit on it too. He also ripped my shirt so my big tits were hanging out!"
"And you liked that?"
"Of course! I love it when guys fuck my throat like it's a pussy, and treat me like shit!" Shannon's smile stretched so wide it seemed like it would crack. She knew she was being intensely scanned, her every biological reaction recorded for any signs of womanlies.
Callahan nodded. "Did the man permit you to put your tits back into your bra? You said he made you take them out."
"He didn't specify what I should do once he was done with me."
"But you kept his semen and spit on your face and did not remove it." Callahan looked on intently as she was grilling Shannon, trying to provoke a response.
"I made a judgment call based on what I thought he would want," Shannon explained, her voice even, still smiling. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a man in an OFC security uniform approaching her scanning station, and her heart sank. She had been hoping to move through the checkpoint quickly. But if a man was getting involved, that would complicate matters.
"What's going on here, Callahan? What's the holdup?" he asked, his voice severe. His nametag identified him as Lieutenant Armstrong. He was a middle-aged man, black-haired with a pepper of grey and white in his goatee and poking out from under his cap. As soon as the male superior made himself known at the scanning station, Agent Callahan's demeanor immediately changed. Gone was the hard-ass expression, replaced by a brainless, wide smile that totally transformed her face.
"Sir! This person is carrying a suspicious number of immodesty rations." Callahan spoke in an obedient, lapdog voice, exaggerated in its submission. However, if the intended effect was to curry favor with her boss, it backfired. Armstrong only rolled his eyes.
"Callahan, this checkpoint was set up for one reason and one reason only. If you waste time with minor details we'll never get out of here, you fucking stupid bitch."
Callahan kept her smile as she was berated, looking eerily like Shannon. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry I'm so stupid, sir."
"I should just keep you under my desk at HQ and have you suck my balls, since you're too dumb to manage a simple security job," Armstrong went on.
"Yes, sir. I am extremely stupid sir. I would love to suck your big, amazing balls for the rest of my life."
Armstrong leans in and slapped Callahan across the face, knocking her hat off and revealing long, shining black hair collected into a ponytail. "I swear, if 90% of the male population hadn't perished with that goddamn Minerva virus, I wouldn't have to use so many of you useless cocksucking whores in these positions." Callahan's eyes watered but she barely kept the jester smile on her face, looking a bit crazed at the abuse.
Amateur, Shannon thought.
"Show her the picture," Armstrong prompted, and Callahan, blinking back tears, turned her tablet around and showed it to Shannon. It was an image she knew well - the grainy, black and white security footage, played on a loop, of an 'unidentified woman' kicking a man in the balls less than a week prior. A capital offense. And Shannon was, unfortunately, quite sure that the woman in the footage was her ill-tempered sister Celia. Celia, who could barely restrain herself from sarcasm. Celia, who hated the attention of men with a passion. Celia, who already had a drawer full of non-compliance tickets and citations that Shannon had used her contacts at the OFC to get reduced or eliminated.
"Do you recognize this woman?" Armstrong asked.
Shannon's face, outwardly, made no change. All of her skills at keeping her demeanor even and happy were about to be put to the test. By asking her questions in the scanning booth, Agent Callahan had established a baseline for her biological reactions when telling the truth. If she told a lie, there would be subtle variations in her breathing, heart rate, and facial tics that even she couldn't control. In short, she was in an impossible situation. Unless-
She reached into her purse and felt around. "Yes," she answered. "I do."
Armstrong's face filled with excitement. "You do! Well, that's something. We're going to need to take you out of line and take your statement, so-"
Shannon produced the business card belonging to Carter Wolf, and held it out to Armstrong. "This man thinks I should say yes to any question a man asks me, since I'm such a stupid, cock-sucking retard who drinks cum all day," she said. Armstrong snatched the card, and his eyes widened.
"You mean-" His eyes went to Shannon's face, then the card, then her face again. "No matter what the woman looked like, you would answer yes?"
"Yes," Shannon said, then nodded toward the card. "I work for him, at the Office of Female Compliance." This was technically true, as any man had dominion over any woman at the OFC. Though Shannon was in a completely different department.
"So you don't recognize this woman?"
"Yes," Shannon said again, smiling brainlessly. This was mantruth, and permitted by law, but she was still worried. Having Armstrong come over and question her, she realized, had been a blessing in disguise. She wasn't permitted to tell a man 'no', in any case, which meant his questions were meaningless. He seemed to know it, too, and rolled his eyes again in frustration.
"Fucking stupid bitch," he groused, stuffing the card back into her purse with the cosmetic boxes. "You really are a fucking idiot, aren't you? Are all your brains in your tits, you cum-covered slut?"
"Yes!" Shannon said, smiling sweetly, then managed a giggle. "Would you like to put your cock in my mouth now and shoot all your cum into my stomach?"
"Just get the fuck out of here," Armstrong grumbled. "If you work at OFC I don't want to hear about how I made you late to suck some bigwigs cock. Get moving." And, amazingly, he waved her through the checkpoint without so much as a blowjob.
Shannon kept walking, looking straight ahead, ignoring the smiling women at the other scanners who were getting their tits searched, asses groped and clothing checked against the immodesty threshold. She walked a block before permitting herself the smallest of sighs of relief. She had done it - passed through a security checkpoint without getting flagged. Her heart should have been racing, but it was beating only a little faster, almost an imperceptible amount.
That was something that Shannon was quickly discovering about herself.
Her heart didn't race.
Years and years of practiced womanface had given her nerves of steel.
It was another fifteen minutes before Shannon arrived home. The family didn't own a self-driving vehicle - her brother Leo never went outside anyway, and spent all his time playing video games in a tee shirt and pajama pants. When Shannon stepped in the door, he was on the couch as expected, wearing a gaming headset, with their sister Celia bobbing up and down on his cock, giving him a blowjob. Celia, far less adroit at hiding her emotions, was looking none-too-pleased with having to perform oral sex, but she was cursed to be far better at it than Shannon ever could be, snorkeling down Leo's long, unwashed cockpipe easily, without so much as a choking noise.
Leo glanced over at Shannon as she stood in the doorway. "Hold on, my sister is back," he told his remote gaming partner, before taking his headset off and throwing it on the couch. He paused the game as well - it was Sex Quest: Awakening, a rousing state-sanctioned harem collection multiplayer adventure that Leo spent hours and hours on each week, collecting the highest quality "Sluts" and engaging in multi-player "sex combat" with his squadron of elaborately-dressed avatars. Leo often talked at length during breakfast and dinner - the two times the family was most often together - about his exploits in the game, and Shannon, Celia and Kylie were forced to nod and engage him, assuring him they were fascinated.
"Where were you?" he asked Shannon. "That took forever. I had to have Celia start licking by balls and sucking my dick instead." He shrugged. "It's pretty good, to be honest. I haven't washed my cock in forever so she was plenty of dick cheese to clean up! She's totally loving it! Isn't that right, Celia?"
Celia brought her mouth off of Leo's long, thick penis and opened it to reveal that her tongue was holding a pile of chunky smegma. She swallowed and squinted her eyes shut.
"Tastes good, huh?" Leo prompted, and Celia's expresion didn't change - though Shannon thought her eyes could have melted steel.
"Oh yeah," she said, with sarcasm dripping from her voice. "It tastes amazing. I sure love spending hours each day cleaning your cock!" Her insincerity was bordering on infraction, but Leo didn't seem to care, and just shrugged.
"Well, keep sucking, stupid!" he prompted, and shoved Celia's head back down on his filthy prong. It jutted out with immense size from his crotch. Shannon sometimes wondered what she'd done ina previous life to be cursed with such a lazy, horny younger brother. Leo turned his attention back to her as he forced Celia's head up and down, seeming to notice for the first time that her face was plastered in semen. "Oh, I get it. I shoulda just pinned a note to your big ass or something, saying I wanted you back and for other guys to fuck off." He leaned back on the couch. "Or maybe wrote it on your forehead in marker."
"Yes, what a wonderful idea," Shannon complimented. The thought of walking around covered in her brother's scribbles didn't appeal to her at all, but that didn't matter. "Speaking of which, I had an idea and wanted to ask you something."
Leo shrugged. If she wasn't talking about cooking his dinner, sucking his cock or video games, he usually tuned her out. And occasionally, that was a blessing. Shannon pressed on. "If one of us - say, Celia - ever did something bad and got in trouble, I think I know a way to avoid getting punished."
Celia's eyes looked up in Shannon's direction as she continued to bob on Leo's long, thick penis. "Why? What did Celia do?" Leo said, already sounding disinterested.
"N-nothing," Shannon said, quickly. "Nothing. But you know her temper, and… I just thought… well, if she were to get in trouble, you wouldn't have her around to suck your cock and prepare your food. You know how you like to make her do it."
"Hmm. Well, I do like to make her do it. And she is always doing stupid things," Leo mused, and Celia's eyes grew even more avid during her blowjob. "But I dunno. I don't want to bother with this stuff now." She could see his interest entirely leave him, and knew it was over - for the moment. But the seed had been planted, and Shannon knew that Leo would dimly recall the conversation later. Now it was just a matter of getting Celia to go along with it.
Leo grunted and thrust his hips upward, allowing his cock to bury itself to the root in Celia's suctioning, stretched-out mouth. It was completely degrading blowjob that was making her eyes roll backward, and Celia's neck was slender enough that Shannon could actually see it bulging around her brother's fat cock. She stood silently as the noises of ejaculation came - Splllrgg! Spllllrrrt! Spllllrg! - from inside Celia's throat, each accompanied by a puffing out of her cheeks, cum bubbling in her nose, and then an exaggerated swallowing as a big fat wad of semen bulged its way down her throat.
"Ahhh!" Leo sighed, holding Celia by her chin-length brunette hair. "It really feels good to use your throat as a toilet." Celia made a groaning noise that could have technically counted as agreement if one were being generous, and then he released her. She squinted her eyes shut and coughed.
"Uuuuggghhhh… your lumpy yellow cum tastes like fucking sh-"
"Celia!" Shannon interjected, tossing her sister a look of warning. Celia cleared her throat, settled down and started again.
"Your cum tastes… very good," Celia said, more meekly, forcing a smile onto her face. "I… really love drinking it."
"Good, you dumb cocksucking bitch," Leo said, patting her on the head as if she were an animal rather than a human being. Celia's expression darkened immediately, as if she wanted to wring his neck but as barely containing the urge. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to play video games. Go get my lunch ready, dummy. Shan can help you." Mercifully, Celia was able to do so, abruptly getting up from the couch and walking over toward the kitchen, where Shannon joined her. The sisters shared an unreadable look for a moment. Leo enjoyed pizza rolls and frozen pasta dinners; often with some sort of iced cream for dessert. They would prepare it together, then sit down for lunch with him. Invariably, one of them would be required to give him a blowjob or sit on his long, thick cock and take it deep in their pussy or ass. He was also endlessly amused by jerking off into their food and watching them eat it with sweet, grateful expressions, or making them drink glasses sloshing with his accumulated cum. It was all a ritual they dreaded, but at least it was one they shared… and a chance to exchange a few words.
"I came upon some info you might need," Shannon started, looking at Celia meaningfully, trying to hint to her, without any obvious facial subterfuge, that she was about to broach a delicate subject."
"Oh yeah?" Celia said, combatively. Being throat-fucked had put her in a foul mood. One of Leo's black pubic hairs was on the corner of her mouth, she used the back of her sleeve to wipe it away. "What's that?"
Shannon looked over Celia's shoulder as she opened the oven and shoved a tray of pizza rolls onto it. Leo was back to gleefully playing video games, ignoring the both of them, but that didn't mean they could talk with complete freedom. They still had to be careful. Shannon put her hand on Celia's shoulder. "If… *if*… you did something bad and were going to get in trouble… I know something that could help you."
Celia looked momentarily guilty, and Shannon was glad for once that her fiery sister didn't have a good poker face. "Is that so…" Celia said, and Shannon nodded.
"Yes. But… there's something you have to do or it won't work. And… you are not going to like it."
Celia leaned in closer, looking from side to side. Shannon almost rolled her eyes at the lack of subtlety, but of course she was above such telling expressions. "What is it? What would I have to do?" She paused. "If I did do something wrong, which I didn't."
Shannon leaned in and started to whisper in Celia's ear. Celia's eyes got wider, and wider, and wider, until she pulled away. "WHAT?" she cried. This time Leo did hear her, and removed one side of his headphones as he turned in their direction.
"Will you fucking bitches shut up?" he complained, then went back to his video game. Meanwhile, Celia's eyes locked with Shannon's, still jittering in their sockets with disbelief. Her mouth was ringed with Leo's cum, Shannon's face was still greasy with the load she had taken that morning.
"In that… unlikely event… it would be better than… you know. Re-education camp," Shannon suggested.
"I'd never do that! It's… too much! And besides," Celia hissed, returning to her guilty look. "I… I totally didn't do anything."
"I work at the Office of Female Compliance," Shannon said, gently but firmly, her eyes serious. "I know exactly how good they are at tracking down violators. I know exactly how they'll search. They already have a checkpoint up on the main road to catch… to catch this mysterious person. The only way out for her is to do something that makes the whole issue irrelevant. Because they will catch her."
Celia's eyes blazed. "I'm NOT doing something like that!" she growled.
Again she spoke too loud, and Leo had noticed. "Doing what?" he asked, and while Shannon was able to smile wide and act like nothing was happening, Celia failed to do so, and gave a guilty look before her smile kicked in.
"N-nothing!" Celia stammered. But Leo rose from the couch and approached, a mischievous look on his face. He liked nothing better than to annoy his headstrong older sister Celia. Celia gave Shannon a begging look, begging with her eyes that Shannon not tell Leo. But… it was no use. Shannon knew that this was the only course of action that would ultimately keep Celia from harm.
She opened her mouth and began to hint and detail her plan to Leo in terms that he would understand. And after a moment, Leo started to laugh. The more Shannon said, the more Leo laughed. Eventually, he was nearly on the floor with laughter. Only once his outburst was complete, which took nearly a minute, did he rise and speak in a voice that was still giddy with amusement.
"Oh, we're totally doing that," Leo said, to Celia's utter dismay. "I'll take her down there tomorrow."
Shannon permitted herself a smile. She had pulled it off.
EPILOGUE
"Welcome to the Self-Reliance Abatement Law Pilot Program," said the pleasant receptionist at the Office of Female Compliance headquarters. The intake area was in a different part of the building than Shannon worked, one built for administrative duties with lots of petitioners, similar to the department of self-driving vehicles. Shannon was standing at the reception desk in her business jacket, skirt and blouse, and Leo was beside her in his usual tee shirt and sweats, his black bangs all but obscuring his eyes as he grinned and tried to avoid laughing. Shannon had convinced him to throw some flip-flops on to make the walk.
Also with them was Celia… and she was wearing nothing but a bra, panties, and a pair of puffy novelty dog ears. Her face was blushing with a strained smile, but every muscle in her face was twitching, as if a roaring, angry expression was boiling underneath. Her amazing body was really filling out her underwear, too - thin in the torso, thick in the tits and as, graceful of limb. That was Celia.
"I'd like to register my sister as an official fucking retard," Leo spoke up, and then giggled into his hand while the receptionist raised her eyebrow. "Or whatever." Shannon saw Celia's fists clench and unclench.
"You vow that to the best of your knowledge your sister lacks the intelligence to make decisions about anything?" the receptionist asked.
"Oh yeah," Leo said, and he seemed to be getting an unbelievable kick out of the whole thing while Celia glowered. "She's absolutely useless except as a hole for me to shove my cock into. Like, I've seen some serious fucking retards in my day but like, Celia has got to be the dumbest. I'm pretty sure she actually has like… cum for brains. Like I came too much in her mouth and it got absorbed into her brain or something, and not she's as dumb as a dog. Dumber even."
He barely got through the testimonial without laughing again, though the receptionist seemed to think nothing of it, and only smiled at Leo. "Do you accept that as a special designate of this pilot program under the auspices of the OFC, you will be responsible for the actions of your sister, including all penalties and fees incurred, court judgments, crimes and misdemeanors? That all her actions will be seen as the result of your instruction."
"Whatever," Leo said, growing bored. Shannon was glad to see this - it meant Leo wouldn't give a second thought to any possible consequences. Kicking a man in the balls was a capital offense for a woman, for a man it probably wasn't a crime at all - just something that happened during a fight. Unknowingly, Leo had all but guaranteed that Celia would go scot free.
He chippered up as he focused on what was important to him. "But we get a like, a nametag that designates her as an official fucking dumbass, right?"
The receptionist nodded, and then beckoned Celia forward. "We need a declaration from her in order to make this final," she said, then addressed Celia. "Do you accept that you're completely stupid and useless and that a man should make all your decisions?"
Celia's face reddened. Her teeth clenched. Her knuckles popped. Shannon grew nervous - for a moment it seemed like she might lose it and punch her brother right in the face. Shannon gave her a look of warning - please for your own sake - and then, Celia just slumped and her face took on that glassy, doll-like look of empty happiness. She was willing to do it to save her own skin.
"I'm really, really stupid," she admitted. "Most I just like to suck mens dicks and eat their cum. I'd probably eat nothing but cum if I could. I'm really dumb, like a dog." She screwed up her face, and then barked. "Woof! Woof! I just want to live as my brother's personal toilet and eat all his stinky, delicious cock cheese!"
Watching Celia forced to go on such a diatribe for the system had given Leo a hardon, and he forced her to the floor, yanked her panties down and started to fuck her pussy right then and there, a sort of consummation to the new relationship. The receptionist was unphased by this, hanging a new ID card to Shannon over the sound of Celia's grunts and groans. It featured Celia's government-filed photo and personal information, with a special stamp reading:
CELIA SELL. CERTIFIED DUMB BITCH.
Shannon breathed a sigh of relief, and when Leo beckoned her to kneel down and suck on his balls while he fucked Celia, she was in such a good mood that she almost enjoyed it.