Emma is fearful

Emma is fearful of inciting more of her father's anger. Emma looks at her feet. "I was going to my room... If that's ok with you."

Her room was the first door up the stairs and was all wood floor to get there. So it would be easy to clean later if she did drip again. So Tom groaned, "Just make sure you clean up anywhere you make a mess."

Emma knew he meant the cum that was running down her legs, which made her want to puke, so she quickly took off.

To Heather, Emma would never know how lucky she was to be able to still have a room to call her own where she could run off to escape the monster of a man that THEY HAD TURNED HER HUSBAND INTO.

For years, she has blindly gone about her day believing that her husband would always be there and that he would always stay the same. Now, she would give anything just for one more second with the man he was this morning.

Tom's physical actions were one thing, but he was a king, like a crazy man. So the uncertainty of not knowing what crazy perverted thing this monster of a man that she turned her husband into might think of next was too much for Heather. "So Tom, what's next?"

Tom snarled at the woman he once considered to be his wife. "That depends. Are there any other grand secrets you have not told me yet? Is there anyone else that you let take the spot that should have been reserved only for me in bed next to you?"

Heather timidly answered, "You have to trust me; he was the only one."

But Tom snapped back, "Really, I have to trust you now? Because I trusted that you were my loyal wife for 19 bloody years as I broke my back at work to pay for a wonderful life for you and her and look at what that gave me."

Heather scanned the house. Within a year of their marriage, what little money she made had long dried up, and there was nothing left in this house that she actually worked to pay for. Not that being a stay-at-home mom is a bad thing. But she could only truly call herself that the first two or three years as Tom's career started to take off.

After that, they got a maid and a nanny under the guise that it would be better for Emma's development, but it didn't change the fact that it took responsibilities away from her, which allowed her to go out and be the town socialist whenever she wanted to be. She was allowed to go out when she wanted, do what she wanted, and spend what she wanted without question, and the only negative she was supposed to live with was the countless lonely nights that Tom was away at work.

She had the trophy life that many women dream of, and all she had to do was deal with her loneliness on her own.

She was so focused on her loneliness as a rationalization for her reason to return to Richard that she didn't realize that Tom had it worse. He was also lonely and had to return to a hard hotel bed every night he was gone while she got to go to a designer bed.

So, since she was spending time with Richard, Tom was the only one experiencing anything negative.

And then her guts twist in realizing how completely selfish she had been. She glanced back at Tom and realized she couldn't hate him for his monstrous actions because it was all her fault. "Tom, I promise I'll make it up to you."

Despite the genuineness in her voice, Tom still laughed her off. "You promised to be my loyal wife, and that ended with you sleeping with my boss more times than you slept with me. So please forgive me if I don't believe you."

Heather looked down at the pile of cum that was forming between her legs and mumbled, "I deserved that."

Tom laughed. "Yes, you do, and you deserve much more."

Heather looked over at Tom, who just collapsed onto the sofa. She knew that she had shattered Tom's image of the perfect family, but if she helped him get another child, maybe he would go back to being the caring husband that she had known for two decades now. Heather believed that even though he was a monster now, maybe if they made it up to him, he would turn back into the person that she fell in love with.

Heather went over and sat next to Tom on the sofa. Slowly, she took his hand and started stroking it. At first, Tom was resistant, but then he started relaxing. Then Heather started running her hands through his hair the way she knew he liked it. She could feel that he was starting to calm down.

They sat in silence for a long time until Heather said, "We need to talk."

Tom just nodded his head.

Heather took a chance and went out on a limp to at least protect her daughter. "I know that you have all right to be angry right now, but you can not treat Emma that way.... did you not see how scared she was? ..... we both love you very much, and we have agreed to try and give you the family that you have always dreamed of, but if you treat Emma that way, you will only push her away from you."

Tom knew Heather was right, but frankly, he was so angry that he didn't care. Deep down, he knew it was wrong, but in his anger, he couldn't help being excited by the power he had over the two women.

Heather kneels down in front of Tom and reaches inside his pants, causing Tom to moan. "What are you doing?"

Heather licks his shaft before answering, "I am going to suck you."

It felt so good that Tom moaned, "But you hate that."

Heather twirled her tongue around his head. "I do hate it, but I'm going to do a lot of things I hate to make it up to you." She deep-throated his cock all the way down her throat, making herself gag before he could say anything.

Tom's hands ran through her hair as she willingly held his cock deep in her throat. He was amazed at how much better this felt than when he **** himself on her a few moments earlier. "Of fuck I could get used to this."

Heather popped his cock from her throat so she could speak. "Get used to it then because I am going to do it a lot to make it up to you." Before plugging her mouth back down on his rod.

He came quickly deep down her throat, causing her to cough as she struggled to breathe from his cum shooting into her throat. Tom sat back in the chair, conflicted. He had to admit that despite not getting the thrill from forcing it on her, it certainly felt better when she willingly did it for him. He did not want to feel anything for that bitch, but the fact that it felt so good when she willingly did it, he couldn't resist it.

Heather slowly finished swallowing the cum before taking a seat in the chair next to him. "So, did you like it?"

Tom lowered his head down to his hands." Yes."

Heather slid her body into his and whispered, "So?"

In that movement, Tom felt powerless as he felt the attachment growing with her and didn't like it. So he quickly jumped away from her, "So I'm going to bed, and you will stay down here." He wanted to leave it at that, but the connection he felt growing **** him to whisper, "Tomorrow, we can talk about what's next."

Hope filled Heather's heart as he walked away; because he had supreme power over her, he didn't have to discuss anything with her or let her know what was coming next. The fact that he is going to talk to her in the morning ment it wasn't a lost cause.

Heather didn't sleep at all that night; she spent the night pacing, wondering what else she could do to make it up to him. Suddently she heard some noice outside the house and when she looked outside the window she see Emma trying to sneak out of the house at 4:30 am.

Emma nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice coming from a dark corner. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?"

She quickly turned to see her mother cloaked in darkness. "Ah... to my friends."

Heather confidently walked out of the shadows, saying, "No, you're not, not with your social score."

Emma looks over at her mother and her nude body with the evidence of last night's sex still on her skin. "MOM, you know you can go wash!"

Only then did Heather realize that she had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't wiped off Tom's cum; quickly, she came up with an excuse "No, because he hasn't told me to."

Emma: "Mom, you don't have to do whatever dad says."

Heather stopped walking towards Emma. "First, at least for the time being, you really need to stop calling him your dad, and secondly, yes, we do; we BOTH do because the law says we do."

Emma quickly snaps herself from staring at her mother, and she mumbles, "That's why I am leaving before he wakes up."

Heather quickly reaches out and grabs her daughter's arm as she tries to turn away. "No, you're not!"

Emma glanced at her mother and saw that she was pulling her hand close to her cleavage, so Emma tried to pull her hand away in disgust, "Don't touch me!"

But Heather keeps hold of her daughter's hand. "Emma, honey, you're going to have to get over that because I am sure that Tom is going to want us to do more than touch."

Emma groans, "That's why I'm leaving!"

Heather quickly counters, "Last night, you were so against leaving; what changed?"

Emma frowns at her mother. "You know damn well what changed."

Heather let go of her daughter's hand. "Honey, you have a higher social rank than me, so if you order me, I can't stop you from leaving. But I can promise you that Tom is so mad that he won't let you make it to your friend's house before he has the whole town after you."

Emma takes a step back as she realizes that she isn't going to be able to escape. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

Heather glances towards her old bedroom door." For starters, we need to make it up to him so that he might start to change back into the man I love."

Emma stepped back in disgust. "I don't want to give him what he wants."

Heather gave her daughter some space. "Honey, he is going to get what he wants, whether you want to or not. That is the way the laws work now. The only difference is whether or not he cares for you after he gets what he wants." Emma fell into silence as she didn't want to admit her mother was right, so Heather continued, "Why don't you hide out in your room, and I'll try to keep him busy until you make up your mind."

Emma goes back to her room, and Heather goes to the master bedroom, where she wakes up Tom with another blow job.

Tom "Of fuck I could get used to being woken up with a blowjob."

Heather hated the way a dick tasted and felt in her mouth, but if it made him back into the man she loved, she would do it every day. "Good, because from now on, that's the way I am going to wake you up."

From the dark marks around her eyes when she looked up at him from his cock Tom could tell she hadn't slept all night. He only fell asleep an hour before she snuck into the bedroom and woke him with the blowjob. He was up all night wondering what to do. Only minutes before he fell asleep did he finally make up his mind. "About what we said last night."

Those words were like music to her ears, but Heather tried to hide the excitement as she let go of his cock. "What about it?"

"Well, if you're both willing to give me a family, I wouldn't want to risk that by letting anyone else touch you. So you both are going to live here under my protection."

Heather already knew that, so she licked his shaft while looking him in the eyes, hoping it would get him to say more, and it worked. "And if you are going to give me what I want anyway, I see no reason for me to be forceful."

She understood that it meant that both she and Emma would have to actively try to get pregnant with his child and never deny anything sexually. It wasn't everything Heather wanted, but it was much more than she thought she would get on the first day, so she smiled up at Tom and asked, "Do you mind if I go tell my daughter that?"

Tom rolled over on the bed before mumbling, "Do what you need."

Heather got out of the bed and made her way to Emma's room. She was pleased to see that Emma was still in her room; she had not tried to run while Heather was occupying Tom.

Emma was sitting on her bed, and it was clear to Heather that she was crying." Mom, why is the world so messed up? I'm looking at a Reddit page where people with high social ranks post what they did to people with low social ranks. And the more I read, the worse it gets."

Heather sat next to her daughter and pulled her in close. "Yeah, this world is not going to be friendly to people with low scores like us. But we got to remember that WE did something to deserve our scores."

Emma looked up at her mother. "I wouldn't have done it if I knew I was going to be punished."

Heather wiped a tear from her face. "No one does something believing that they would get punished, But you did, and you got punished for it... Anyway, I have good news about your father." She told her daughter.

Then Heather told Emma what Tom had said to her only minutes ago, and Emma listened. Heather emphasized how important it was that they both did what Tom wanted so that they could stay in relative safety inside the house. Heather also told her daughter that as long as they obeyed Tom's wishes, he had promised that he would not **** himself onto them. They both knew that was more than what they could expect from any other pervert outside the house.

Emma listened to every word that her mother told her and she could feel that she started to calm down. However, Emma still felt that it was creepy that she was going to have sex with the person who had raised her and, that she had considered her father, and that she was expected to carry his child. But she had also heard rumors of what happened to young women with low SR, and she had to admit that having sex with her father a few times a month was probably not so bad after all.

They both left her room together, and all three of them ate breakfast together; Emma felt a little weird when her mother suddenly started asking, "Honey, when was your last period?"

This was something that only she and her mother talked about behind closed doors, far away from her father, NEVER WITH HIM AROUND. And it certainly held a whole lot more meaning since everyone at the table understood why she was asking, causing Her face to turn blood-red with embarrassment. "MOM!"

Tom's face instantly twisted in anger at her hesitation, so Heather instantly gave her a look as she kicked her under the table. "Ow, oh," Emma glanced between her mother and Tom. "Oh, ah, two weeks ago, sir."

Tom's face lit up in excitement as he understood what it meant. Seeing Tom's face, Heather leans into her daughter's ear. "Honey, I think it's time for you to go get undressed in the living room."

Emma whispered back, "Why?"

Heather: "Because you're most fertile right now."

Emma whispered, "I thought you said he wouldn't **** himself on us."

Heather: "I said you could either willingly give him what he wants, or he will forcefully take it."

Emma looked at Tom's lustful eyes before standing up and walking to the living room, accepting her fate.

Tom looked at his watch; normally, he would be leaving for work right now, but who cared if he was 30 minutes late before fallowing his daughter.

Heather helped Emma out of her clothes and laid her on the sofa. Next, she undressed Tom and bent to her knees, she started stroking his already hard cock, and then she started licking it. When she was satisfied that it was covered in spit, she led Tom over to the sofa and helped him inside Emma's tight pussy. Emma's pussy felt even better than yesterday, and Tom slowly fucked the beautiful teenager while his wife gently caressed his balls. It did not take long before Tom shot his cum deep inside Emma's womb.

Heather suggested that Emma stayed on the sofa with her legs in the air so that they would maximize the chance of her getting pregnant.

As Tom got ready for work, he looked at his wife and said, "By the way.... don't forget to remove the drops that Emma left on the floor yesterday; we don't want them to leave stains...... And if you really are submissive slaves, you can use your tongue to remove them." He then winked at his wife and left for work.