Wrecking the Homewrecker

The summer break continues

On Tuesday things pretty much returned to normal, or at least the new normal. Jason was back to being Jasmine the sissy school girl, getting plenty of lessons when Bernice invited guests over again, the men going up to his room to keep him company. Teaching him a variety of subjects, but other than further ingraining his sissy personality, it was mostly an excuse for the male guests to get their rocks off in whatever way they desired and whatever way Jason could provide. The visits usually ended with the female guests finally making their way up to his room for him to confess his deep rooted foot fetish after which he usually got laughed at before getting to put it into practice, worshipping their feet while the guy or guys he had spent the afternoon with fucked him to multiple sissy orgasms.

Jessy for her part got pushed further into her role of Cunny. She served her owner's pussy in whatever way she possibly could, from acting as Bernice's own personal piss bucket to her sex toy, or just a rag to lick Bernice's pussy clean for whatever reason. Perfectly servicing all those whims could earn her one to even two orgasms a day which was incredible with how horny out of her mind she was kept at all times. Unlike the day before however she wasn't purely kept between her owner's legs anymore. With Bernice's return to inviting guests, she had to return to pleasing those guests in all the ways she pleased Bernice and more as just like the people at the party she had been taken to, Bernice's guests delighted in trying out the limits of the new device attached to her clit, trying to make her cum despite the way it inhibited any unpermitted arousal. It was always horribly torturous, earning her plenty of shocks and making her all the more glad to find herself back between Bernice's legs, eating her owner's pussy or even drinking her piss. She was always glad when those guests left so it was just her and Bernice again, well Sally and Slut were also there, and while she was made to serve both, it never resulted in any nasty shocks as neither ever tried to get her worked up and just eating anyone's pussy didn't cut it for her anymore. Sally she was made to serve quite frequently, but when it came to slut, she only ever ate the girl's pussy while Slut was tonguing their owner's ass until Bernice was able to fart, sending the once proud student in a mind shattering body shaking orgasm all over Jessy's face.

Tuesday also meant a return to the house for Rose who got Sunday off to be with her husband, and Monday to take care of the household. It were two very busy days for her, playing first the perfect wife, then the expert housekeeper, really needing every minute of her Monday to keep the large household up to date while living in constant fear that Sally would rat her out to her husband and Sally's father resulting in disaster for her and potentially even her children. It kept her on edge at all times, keeping her obedient through fear, and while playing the perfect wife on Sunday's and every evening, nor doing a full day of nothing but household chores really counted as me time, they were still by far the most relaxing times of her week and Rose really looked forward to them as returning to Sally and Bernice meant a return to depravity, servicing them in whatever way they pleased while tackling a number of chores which were made needlessly difficult for her Mistresses their amusement. After a weekend away, getting a small break from those women who controlled her life, it was always extra mortifying to have to return to them, requiring some getting used to all that depravity again, but she returned each and every time anyways since she had no choice in the matter, Sally and Bernice for their part took great delight in hammering her right back into obedience, giving her a deep fear of disobedience.

It was just like that the week progressed only for the weekend to bring another visit to Suzan's salon for Jason and Jessy. Back at college they used to look forward to the weekend, but now it was their most dreaded time in the week while for Rose it was the best possible time of the week. As a trophy wife she had never really care much about the weekend as it made no meaningful difference for her, but now it made a world of difference, it felt like a completely different life and much to her horror she could only come to the conclusion that her most normal life was the lie, that her life now was nothing other than being Sally and Bernice's bitch, but luckily she did somehow manage to keep her husband from finding out. In the past she hadn't really liked him being away nearly all the time, but now it was a real blessing. Then again had he been home a lot more, then she would probably get to be home a lot more herself so it was definitely a double sided coin.

As the Summer break progressed weeks turned to months with the three of them falling ever deeper in their new lives, the hope of ever getting out crushed more and more each day. Jason could hardly remember what it was like to be with a girl other than worshipping their feet. His attraction to girls remained, but more as a fantasy than anything else. The role of shy, dorky sissy schoolgirl was so deeply ingrained in every fibre of his being that he didn't really dare to look up at any woman or man for that matter he came in contact with anymore, his eyes were pretty much constantly down to their cock or in the case of women their feet. All that looking down, necessitated him sniffing up those glasses of his all the more often. While he remained attracted to women, he couldn't deny the fact that he was turned on big time by cocks and feet. Catching a whiff of a woman's feet, or a glimpse of a cock, never failed to get him worked up. They were all so deeply linked with nothing but pure pleasure for him now. He only ever came with a cock up his ass or a pair of smelly feet in his face and often with the two of them combined.

While Jason hardly realised it, his cage had stopped giving him any trouble ages ago. His visits to Suzan had seen him locked up in a smaller and smaller model each time until it was nearly flat against his groin, impossible to go any smaller. It had been uncomfortable with every change for a little while, but he eventually got used to it. There were so many other things to worry and be embarrassed about and he hadn't touched or even seen his cock since getting here that a lack of discomfort went by unnoticed without even thinking of how strange it was that he didn't really feel his cock react to anything at all anymore. The only thing his cock had felt lately were the painful shocks whenever Sally thought he needed them which could be for the smallest, or even straight up imagined reasons. His cock might not react to getting turned on by seeing any real cocks, but his butt sure did. Whenever he got turned on he couldn't help but feel his ass clench around the base of his ever present plugs. All the pleasure he had felt since getting here was through his ass to the point where his body expected nothing less, all his cock did was leak out a by now very clear watery load in response when he came, one which tasted nothing like real cum anymore when he tasted it side by side with a real man's load.

The increasingly smaller cages weren't the only change which had been made over at Suzan's, over the course of multiple weekend visits he had been put under, only to wake up with a smaller cute button nose, not a huge change from his relatively small and straight nose, but it certainly pushed his appearance further into the effeminate. Further more his nipples had gotten lengthened and thickened to be a full inch long and the width of a pinky finger only to be tattooed a hot pink and the areola shaped like a heart much like Jessy's. Only his nipples weren't pierced. The low dose of hormones he was given in his daily bottles made them super sensitive while making the underlying tissue swell a little bit. Not enough to really be breasts, but definitely puffier than any guy's chest, especially with how thin and slender the rest of his frame was thanks to the strict diet and the significant muscle loss. A lot of the guys he had had to deal with loved tugging on them, pinching them, and nibbling on them which kind of hurt, but was also kind of exciting in a sense. Sally would have loved seeing his nipples pierced as well, but she didn't want to take away the fun from the guys playing with him, that was far more valuable to her than some jewellery. A last significant change made to him over at Suzan's was a slight plumping up of his anal ring which just like his nipples got tattooed a hot pink making it look more inviting. Jason on the other hand had been horrified by how much it made him look like some kind of sex doll.

After all this time firmly under Sally's thumb, he didn't just look like a pathetic dorky sissy, he felt like one as well. He was no longer just playing the role of Jasmine, he had really become Jasmine, the twisted image his stepsister had laid out for him. The constants taunts had utterly destroyed whatever shred of confidence he may have had left and after being referred to as Jasmine for very long, it had become second nature to react to the new name. Looking in the mirror he could hardly imagine he had ever been a guy much less a bit of a jock. Especially since every encounter with men it had gotten rubbed in how much more man they were than he was. Similarly when it came to women it got rubbed in how much more women they were than him. Time and time again he got reminded that he was not a man or woman, that he was a pathetic sissy who could only hope to worship a real man or woman at most and that their attention no matter in what shape of form it came was a true gift.

Jason had been changed big time during his stay here, but he wasn't the only one, Cunny had changed just as much. While no more alterations had been made to her body, she had fallen deeper and deeper in the role Bernice had picked for her, that of a cunt loving bitch, Bernice's cunt loving bitch and only hers to be more precise. Cunny was no longer just a mortifying pet name Bernice called her, but it had become her identity, she hadn't been addressed as anything else for ages just like she had remained on all fours without permission and thanks to the piercing even ability to talk all this time. Her tongue only served one purpose in life and that was to please pussy, whichever pussy put before her, but especially her owner's pussy, at least if she was lucky as there was no place she rather was anymore than between her owner's legs. She no longer behaved out of fear of punishment, but instead out of a hope of a reward in the sense of getting to eat Bernice's pussy. She tried her hardest to be the best pet she could possibly be at all times and she had gotten great at doing just that, being her owner's perfect bitch, performing every trick and task as expected of her like nothing more than a loyal pet.

Being treated as a pet and nothing but a pet for so long had taken a huge toll on her self-image. She was treated like less than human and she felt as much, she felt utterly pathetic, but at least the sheer state of over arousal she was kept in helped dull her thoughts and the shame a little. Much like Bernice had claimed to be her owner, she now really felt owned, like she was actual property of her old hag of a neighbour who she both hated and adored. She wasn't attracted to women, and definitely not to Bernice who was old enough to be her grandmother, but she did lust after the woman and in particular her pussy. In her constant state of arousal, lust might as well have been equal to love and for as bad as that was, her life was relatively simple. She was cared for, didn't have to do almost anything but some menial tricks, not misbehave and of course lots of pussy worship of all kinds. There wasn't nearly the same pressure on her as there was on Jason. She could kind of zone out and just follow her owner's lead, often times quite literally, rather than having to think about a million things which she needed to do perfect.

Unlike Jason, Jessy's whole sexuality was way more narrowly focused. After all this time with that device locked onto her clit, she could feel her pussy tingling with lust over a mere look at Bernice's pussy. Actually getting to burry her face in there even managed to get her close to an edge by now, with or without help from the device. It brought her close enough that a stiff breeze was actually enough to tip her over with no other stimulation than the smell, the taste, the feel and the view of Bernice's old meaty hairy pussy. Bernice had actually put it to the test once by making Slut blow on her pet's pussy right as she was cumming all over the girls face. It had been mesmerising to get to see her pet tip into an orgasm from almost just her pussy. It was such a power trip, one she couldn't get enough of and as a result she had proudly demonstrated it to many of her guests. The device on her pet's clit, while still used quite often was often left turned off as well by now. It had served its purpose and hooked Bernice's desires deep into Jessy's mind. It was no longer needed to turn Jessy on after an orgasm, just continuing to eat Bernice's pussy did as much, just like it was no longer needed to tip her over the edge into a spectacular orgasm.

Another function it was no longer needed for was to keep her pet from getting turned on. Week after week, the shocks she had gotten had become less and less frequent, her mind and body learning not to get turned on under any other circumstance to the point where she had simply not gotten shocked anymore. No matter what happened, Cunny's arousal was kept at bay by the sheer hangups of getting turned on by anything but her owner's pussy. A bunch of hot guys could be performing an incredible show for her, while a couple caressed and toyed with her body and another expertly ate her pussy without any effect at all. In fact the only thing she felt was a little nervous to get shocked no matter how long it had been since her last shock. At some point Bernice had no longer bothered setting that device to punishing mode with the exact same results. She had effectively trained Jessy not to get turned on by anything other than her pussy even if that other thing was direct and expertly given stimulation. It was such a power trip to give her pet what she imagined to be her past self's wet dream with no reaction only to make the girl cum hard with just a stiff breeze when she was allowed to eat her old hairy pussy.

Bernice had absolutely delighted in testing just how much her pet loved her pussy by subjecting her to it in the worst possible ways. Of course when she was peeing. She hadn't used a toilet to piss in for ages, exclusively using her pet's mouth. Even when she was taking a dump, Cunny was between her legs, resting her chin on the seat only to seal her lips around her owner's pussy to catch every last drop of pee. It was incredibly convenient for Bernice never needing to do anything but let go anymore when she needed to pee. Her pet's face was buried in her pussy nearly all the time with the exception of when they were walking or Cunny was off serving Sally or one of her guests. Whenever she stood still, Cunny raised to her sitting position with her face in her pussy, and whenever she sat or lay down, Cunny remained on all fours eagerly burying her head in her owner's pussy just the same. The only real commands Bernice gave were when she wanted her pussy licked, or when she wanted her pet to stop because she needed a break from the over stimulation as Cunny never stopped on her own. Peeing however the woman did without warning, Cunny was always at the ready to serve in whatever way needed at an instant, and when Bernice started peeing, she instantly reacted by starting to drink, whether it was in the morning during the morning oral Bernice so loved so she could stay in bed and enjoy her pet's tongue or when she was just standing around at a party, talking to someone with her pet keeping her face up against her pussy at attention to do whatever was needed to please her owner. The only piss breaks Bernice took anymore, where taking her pet out so she could relief herself against the nearest tree. Something which was needed way more frequently as Sally and Bernice's guests loved using her in similar ways, often leaving her with a belly and bladder full of piss. She hadn't drank real water in ages, the best she had gotten having been pee from someone who had drank a lot of water leaving it very diluted.

Even in this state when Bernice was peeing in her mouth she got so turned on by her owner's pussy that a stiff breeze was enough to get her over the edge. Peeing wasn't the only test though. At times Bernice had refused washing her pussy and worn the same panties for a few days just to get it extra raunchy for her pet and although she could reek her own pussy, it hadn't seemed to affect how badly Cunny was turned on by it. Similarly, she had often worked up sweats in her sauna, with her panties still on to get it extremely musky and sweaty down there with pretty much the same results. No matter how unwashed, sweaty, or piss soaked her pussy was, her pet got turned on to the point of being able to get off with just a stiff breeze. It was an amazing victory to have turned her once neighbourhood crush, into her massively pussy addicted bitch who wanted nothing more than to have her face buried in her pussy no matter the state or task.

Rose for her part had been relatively spared from huge changes. The fact that she still had to return to her husband had made it impossible for Bernice and Sally to make some permanent changes to her. They probably could have had they really wanted to, but just like her stepmother, Sally didn't really want her dad to find out. While she was pretty great at wrapping her dad around her little finger, Rose having to offer an explanation which might lead to a discovery of what was happening behind his back making him investigate might still throw a wrench in the wheels. It just hadn't been worth the risk. There certainly wouldn't be any good to come from it other than leaving a bigger mark on her stepmother. There might not be a physical mark on her, but mentally there definitely was one. She owned the woman and although it had taken way longer to establish firm control with how Rose wasn't hers to do with what she wished 24/7. Unlike with her step siblings she didn't control every aspect of Rose's life. Still with time they had gotten the woman in a perfect position of pure obedience no matter what the task. Even Rose's days off didn't provide any set backs anymore. They had effectively taught her to fear and cower for a firm tone, broken her in to be completely submissive, working out any reluctance or courage to stand up for herself.

Since her Cunny was kept around the guests while she was supposed to serve them as well, she was kept hooded most of the time, but as the summer had progressed without incident, Bernice and Sally were starting to become a little more lax on measures to keep the three of them completely separated. A laxness which eventually caught up to them when one day Rose figured out what had truly happened to her children, that they weren't having a great summer break far away from home like those texts had claimed. There hadn't really been much contact between them after those so called messages from them, and Rose had had so much on her mind that she hadn't really questioned it or worried about it. She had thought they were somewhere far away and that was great as well as the only thing that actually mattered as she didn't want them to get wrapped up in this and she sure hadn't needed two other people to keep this huge secret from.