Mostly by helping Mary and getting helped by Mary.

Mary was exhausted by the time that she finished getting her friends to cum. She 69ed with Angela, fingered Lacey, and used one of Jen’s wands to get each of them off. That got her to three out of five needed. Leaning in to the cliche, treasurer Jen was busy ordering pizza to try line up a fourth for them. She picked the same place Pastel did the day before in the hopes that the driver had told his co-workers about the cabin with a gorgeous blonde happy to give head—the rumor might be enough to motivate a similarly adventurous driver willing to take them up on the offer.

“I have an idea.” Mary said shakily. At this point all four women were naked save for their high heels, lounging across various places in the cabin. Mary had stayed stripped for her shower, knowing that putting anything back on beforehand would just waste one of the three articles of clothing she was currently entitled to put on.

“What’s up?” Lacey asked, sitting up from the couch.

“The phrasing Pastel used was pretty vague. ‘Cause five orgasms’ is so generic. I wonder if I don’t need it to be in person to count it. I mean, I know in person works. I felt the click in my head when we… Anyways, maybe if I can get Mark to cum back home somehow, he would count as another one.“

“That might work.” Angela yelled from the kitchen, busy getting dinner together. Just as ordered, she had begged Mary to cum like a **** slut the whole time they ate each other out. Luckily, her friend wasn’t trying to play hardball with negotiations, needing Ange to cum just as much as Ange needed the release. The term Mary offered was “Go cook dinner then help me get something lined up for my last two.” Ange had cried out her assent to those terms, cumming almost immediately afterwards as Mary’s soft lips sucked her clit.

Mary sighed. “I need to talk to him anyway. I’m going to go FaceTime him while we wait for dinner. Maybe if I get him to—“

Jen cut in, “jerk off to you on FaceTime? You look awesome, so I doubt you’ll have trouble with that.”

Mary nodded. “Maybe that’s enough to count.” She paused for a second. “It’s worth trying. If I can, I’d like to keep my husband in one of the five people I have to… attend to each day.” She left the room sullenly, although her assets jiggled nicely as her high heel-clad feet carried her up the stairs.

Lacey spoke up once she had gone sympathetically. “Poor Mary. She’s not used to this quite like us, huh?”

Jen looked after her with a hornier gaze. “Yeah. But she’ll get there. We all had to sooner or later.”

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Mark was just getting ready for bed when he heard his phone ring. He felt a rush of joy seeing his lovely wife Mary was calling. He retrieved his phone from its nearby stand next to his bed and opened the FaceTime. The image that greeted him made his jaw drop.

Mary was normally a somewhat introverted and reserved woman. She had always been a kind person, happy to help others when she thought they needed it, but she was also not terribly outgoing and did not like attracting too much attention while out and about. While she was happy to wear revealing clothes to make Mark happy in the comfort of their home, wearing anything even close to pushing the envelope beyond business-acceptable attire in public was pretty much out of the question. Even when going out with their friends, Mary was not the kind of person to risk wearing something she’d be embarrassed to be seen in.

So when Mark slid his finger across the screen to answer Mary’s FaceTime call, he was amazed to see his beautiful wife sprawled out naked for him save for a pair of high heels.

He was able to stammer out “Uh, wow, uh, hey, babe. You look great.”

“Hey, honey.” Mary murmured. Although her voice never shook, Mark perceived an uncertainty to them. A timidity he was not expecting in his wife’s voice.

“Are you ok, babe?”

“Yeah, honey, I just… Something has happened.”

“What is it?” Mark’s chest tightened with a rising fear.

Mary sighed, then launched into a re-telling of the past several days. Her story stopped momentarily when she got to the point where she would have to re-tell the night Pastel sent her to the convenience store. She gulped down her fear and relayed the experience to her husband.

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Mary was scared. She hated public displays of indecency. Mostly because she never wanted to be subjected to one herself. And yet here she was, walking down a mountain road wearing only a tiny blue thong and high heels. And a gnawing compulsion to please others however they might ask. Mary allowed herself to retreat into her thoughts as she walked, trying to ignore her state of undress.

The sudden appearance of headlights and a honk emanating from between them shocked her out of her reverie. She practically jumped forward, tottering on her heels and jiggling nicely. A voice rang out from the cabin of the truck pulling up alongside her.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Are you alright? It’s a bit late for skinny dipping, and there’s no lake around here.”

The speaker hopped out of his vehicle’s cabin to address the scantily clad brunette. Mary was not sure what to make of the sloppily dressed brown-haired man. He wore a loose-fitting red flannel, unbuttoned to reveal a well-worn white shirt. His jeans were similarly weathered, clearly by work and not by fashion.

“Uhm, kind of. I have to get to the convenience store down the mountain by the gas station, apparently.”

“Shit, you get an order to go there?”

Mary calculated the risk of answering. If she said “yes,” he might try order her around as well. If she said “no,” then he might start denigrating her for voluntarily traipsing down a mountain road late at night wearing just a minuscule blue thong and heels. She decided the “yes” option was less dangerous than trying to walk away. She nervously looked behind her, trying to retain a bit of modesty as she answered.

“Yeah.”

Before she could elaborate, the man tutted in disapproval. “It ain’t right to make a lady as pretty as you walk down all this way. Want a ride? I’m heading down there for gas, and I promise you it’s better than the mile more you’d have to walk.”

Mary gasped at that realization. “Sure, thanks.” He walked around the side of his truck and opened the door for her.

“Come on in then.” She hopped in the cabin.

“What’s your name? Mine’s Cletus.” He said, closing the door for her. He walked back around the vehicle and got in the driver’s seat. “Oh, and make sure you buckle your seatbelt. I don’t let nobody ride in my car without a seatbelt.”

“It’s Mary.” She buckled her seatbelt to Cletus’ happy nod. He put the car in drive and set off down the mountain with his nearly nude passenger.

“Nice to meet you, Mary. I’m guessing you’re not from around here; that’s probably why whoever you’re traveling with sent you on a mile and a half walk in that… get-up. Or lack of one, I guess I should say.” He blushed as he couldn’t help but look at her bouncing breasts out of the corner of his eye.

Mary appreciated his bashfulness. She didn’t like being made to do this, so having her first ogler be relatively good-natured guy at least let her feel a little better. She nodded. “We’re in town for a week. We’ve visited here before, but it’s changed a lot I guess.”

Cletus chuckled. “Yup, sure has. The new social order—or whatever it’s called—has helped out our tourism a lot. Turns out a lot of city folk like to come out to the mountains to let off a little steam.” He took a more direct gaze now, turning his head to look her in the eyes but succumbing to the old adage and wound up aiming a bit lower. He blushed and tore his eyes away quickly. “Uhm, miss, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but you might not want to go down there dressed like that. Lot of folks around here can be a little, well, uncouth.” He said the last word slowly, chewing on each syllable. It made Mary smile.

“I appreciate the warning, but I don’t have much choice.”

Cletus did all he could to keep his eyes on the road as they hit a pot hole, which did wonderful things to Mary’s breasts. He retroactively regretted his success. “Well, I hope it goes well for you. Folks around here tend to be kinda handsy. Hell, even my girlfriend complains about it and she grew up around here.”

Mary decided to further interrogate that last remark. Men in relationships were less likely to take advantage of their social status. Monogamy was far from dead. Although receiving sexual favors from those lower in status than you was becoming more common, it generally still required a partner’s assent to not be frowned on or worse. Of course, where a partner was open to the idea, society was increasingly opening up to the possibilities of ordering around your social inferiors for your mutual sexual gratification. Even in one of Mary’s favorite new sitcoms, the current storyline revolved around the leading lady’s growing concern that her ordering other women to suck her boyfriend off in public all the time was making him dissatisfied with her own oral performance. Mary decided to push the relationship angle, hoping their relationship dynamic was closer to the pre-shift norm rather than within the post-shift ambiguity.

“Are you from around here too? What does your girlfriend have to say about the area as a local then?”

Cletus scoffed, keeping his truck on the winding road expertly. “Sort of. I got taken in by some nice folks here as a teenager. I lived in Texas before that, but I kinda ran away. That’s why I had to be taken in, I guess. Well, Sally would probably say, ‘Watch your ass, because every man who ain’t blind in this town will too. And even the blind ones might try check it for braille.’”

Mary laughed in spite of herself. They were almost down the mountain now; her time with Cletus was nearly over. “Thank you both then for that heads up.” She paused. “I… normally wouldn’t be dressed like this in public but…”

Cletus held up a hand to stop her as he pulled off the mountain road and onto the rural roadway. Mary could see the convenience store and gas station just a short walk away. “Save it. You don’t have to explain anything. We live in crazy times nowadays. I don’t begrudge nobody for how they dress.” He almost shamefully tacked a final sentence on. “Especially not when they look as good as you.”

Mary appreciated his driving her and his not making a pass at her beyond his flirtatious praise. “Now what would Sally say hearing you say that?”

Cletus shrugged, pulling into the gas station and parking the truck by one of the pumps. He turned the engine off before turning to her, now pointedly staring at her exposed chest. “No offense, Mary, but with jugs as nice as yours I doubt she could blame me.” He wrenched his eyes away from her breasts, hopping out the truck to start pumping his gas. “Now go ahead and grab whatever it is you need. Take care, miss. If you get trapped here and can’t find your way back up the mountain, ask Lionel for my number up front. If Sally will allow it, I’ll come back down the mountain and help you out.”

Mary blushed at his crude remark yet chuckled at the rural though kindhearted way he pronounced “miss” before getting out of the truck’s cabin. “Thanks, Cletus. I hope you get back to her soon.”

He nodded, admiring the exposed brunette’s backside as she tottered into the store. He drove off hoping she wouldn’t be held up in there for too long. But the more he thought about the way she was dressed—or, more accurately, how she wasn’t—he figured she would have quite the time getting back out again.

Inside the store, Mary quickly realized she had a problem. Pastel’s order was to “pick up a bunch of snacks and come back.” The issue was that she had no money, phone, credit card, or anything on her except the tiny scrap of fabric between her asscheeks. She had no idea how she was supposed to pay for anything, let alone carry it all back. Her mind raced as the patrons inside took notice of her, or at least her jiggling breasts, as she stomped her way over to the snacks. She looked back and forth for a moment, trying to gauge her best course of action.

Was there a loophole? Mary knew the status difference was big enough to **** her to do obscene things from a state away, but how beneficially were general commands treated? All her commands so far had been specific enough to get her to do what Pastel wanted without much testing. But this was different. “Pick up” was generic. She had an idea. Maybe literally picking them up and putting them down will be enough.

Before she could test it, a red-hot sting exploded across her left ass cheek. She yelped, turning around to see who had just slapped her ass, her eyes harshly appraising the clean-shaven, lanky young man now in front of her. He was dressed sloppily in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his messy black hair hanging down around his impeccably smooth and youthful face. He looked to be either just finishing high school or just starting college, and his blushing, abashed face did not communicate a great deal of confidence in himself despite having committed to such a rude introduction. Mary quickly surmised that this boy was somebody she could get away with telling off, and that doing so would probably be in her best interest. But as she opened her mouth to tell him off, another sharp impact on her right ass-cheek caused yet another embarrassing yelp to emerge from her lungs once the moment she began her attempt. She whirled around yet again, realizing that the young man was not alone.

An older man, probably in his early sixties, had flanked her. He cut a much more imposing figure. Although a slight hunch over a polished black cane hindered from reaching his full height, he was still easily above 6 feet tall. His hair was a dark gray, with just a few flecks of black peppered throughout as it arched up in strong recession from his brow. He wore a striped red and white polo with khaki slacks, his reddish-brown leather shoes and belt strongly contrasting the cane’s black and silver accents. Mary surmised he was someone who took himself seriously, and she decided she ought to as well.

“Nice tits on this one, don’t you think, boy?” the old man intoned in a way that deliberately avoided addressing Mary directly.

“Excuse me? How dare you—“ Mary was red with rage, practically grinding her teeth as her hands curled into fists at her exposed sides.

“Oh shut the fuck up and suck my cock.” The old man snapped at her, reaching out and copping a feel with his left hand while steadying himself on the cane in his right.

Mary fumed inside as she had to allow him to fondle her. “Fine,” she grunted out, “but you better video it and text it to—“

She was cut off once again as he pulled her to her knees, tapping her heels with his cane.

“Shut the fuck up already. No hands, lots of deep throat. And don’t come off it until you’ve swallowed.”

Mary sighed as Pastel’s order compelled her to fish his cock out from his pants and take it into her mouth. She bobbed up and down it with her eyes shut, trying to ignore the taste and sensations the task produced.

“See, this is a real woman, boy. And she’s serving her function, right here.” He punctuated that last clause by pushing her head down his shaft and spanking her barely-clothed ass with his cane. She cried out around his cock and gagged at the same time, eyes starting to water. Mary wasn’t overly experienced with blowjobs, and the ones she gave Mark were much gentler than this. “You should find yourself a girl like this, with a big rack on her. Not that dumb skank you keep making eyes at.”

“Grandpa, Jane’s not a dumb skank, she’s—“ The young man angrily spat out, the fury nearly **** his voice out before it could leave his body.

“Shut up. She’s thin as a rail, not like this gorgeous slut. Perfect body on this one.” The old man closed his fist around Mary’s hair and **** her down even deeper. She slapped his thighs for a moment, attempting to avail herself of some kind of reprieve, but none came. She could feel him leaking pre-cum right down her throat, helpless to stop him. She choked and spluttered as he finally pulled back, sucking up as much air as she could before he began ramming his shaft back between her lips. Drool and other fluids dripped down onto her chin, tits, and thighs as he continued to roughly use her.

She heard a kind of scraping of shoes against the floor or a shuffling of feet, and realized that the young man was just as helpless as she was. He must be smaller than his grandpa, and I guess grandpa here is just as disgusting with his family as he is with me.

He continued to use and **** her throat for a while longer. She heard several customers come and go behind her, all making appreciative comments about her assets and technique to the old man as he pounded away between her lips. Some even grabbed a handful of her exposed ass or tits, both jiggling pleasantly as her body rocked back and forth on her knees. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt the old guy starting to tense.

“FUCK!” He flooded her mouth with semen. Following his request, Mary did all she could to swallow it, gulping down as much as possible as it poured down her throat. He pulled out from between her lips, finally letting the brunette collapse back onto her knees panting.

“Good work, slut. Now go get my grandson off in that closet as many times and in as many ways as possible until somebody knocks. Trevor, use every part of her you like, but finish on her body. Not worth the risk of having a baby, even with such a good-looking slut.”

Mary was furious as her legs carried her into the closet, the young man shamefully trailing behind her.

“Oh, and sugar tits, give me those panties. Take them off with your ass facing me, then hand them over. Smile and say thank you.”

Mary fumed internally as she complied, bending at the waist to slide them fluidly down her legs before turning to face him with a smile. “Thank you.”

“Say ‘thank you, sir.’”

“Thank you, sir.”

She bolted into the closet, but not quickly enough to avoid one last slap across her ass from the dirty old fellow. Trevor was already inside. It was a small room, not quite clean but not quite filthy either.

“I’m really sorry about this.” The young man murmured apologetically. Mary guessed he probably had to say that a lot. “Grandpa had a fall recently, and he wound up moving back in with us for a bit. He’s not exactly… modern.”

Mary snorted with bemusement in the dimly lit supply room. The only light source was an uncovered bulb swinging above their heads. She was already glistening with sweat, and her nude body was clearly having an effect on the young man in such close proximity. She sighed.

“I get it. It’s not your choice either.”

“He’s just, well, trying to make me more… masculine I guess. He made me come out with him after he met my girlfriend for the first time today. He sent her away and tried to make me break up with her, but I managed to hold it together. It was really tough though, so I think he’s just been looking to find a way to make me crack. And you’re…” the tent in his pants spoke enough for him, but Mary lightly blushed as he kindly muttered “a very pretty lady.”

“Thanks. Trevor, right?” He nodded. “I’m Mary. And I don’t like this either. My girl’s weekend got hijacked by this crazy high-status couple, and I had to come here dressed like this to pick up a few things.”

He nodded yet again before turning bright red. “Umm, it’s nice to meet you, Mary. Do you mind, uh… tittyfucking me for a bit? I’d rather not use your mouth straight away after Grandpa, and—ummm—the urge is getting really strong.” He indicated toward his head and widened his arms to get at the increasing compulsion, and Mary sighed.

“Sure, Trevor. I get it.”

She dropped down to her knees while he took out his cock. It was a nice length in her opinion, but definitely a quarter inch smaller than his grandpa’s. She spat on it at his direction and got to work.

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Lionel came in to work that morning feeling anxious. His employees had reported a quiet night, but he had a funny feeling that things hadn’t been quite so quiet as they let on. He decided to check the cameras just to be safe.

“Damnit,” murmured the balding, rotund little man. Franklin had been back through. And he’d brought the kid with him again.

Lionel didn’t care for Franklin. He was an old, sour man whose failing health was finally catching up to his fractured morals. Lionel, though much less handsome—he was closer to resembling Danny DeVito than he was to Sam Elliott—always strived to be good. He sighed, noting the entrance of a poor nude brunette getting bossed around by Franklin, as many buxom brunettes did these days. He wasn’t expecting, however, to see her and Franklin’s grandson enter a closet as Franklin exited into the parking lot.

He sighed again as he switched the view to track the other old man walk up to a couple pumping gas and commandeer both their vehicle and their evening, stripping the woman nude, tossing her clothes into the trunk, and having her blow him in the back seat while her male companion became their involuntary chauffeur. Such was life in the new social order, Lionel mused.

“Better check the mess.” Lionel rose up from his desk, waddling over to the supply closet. He swung the door open to an overpowering scent of cum and sweat. Inside, the buxom brunette was still working away on Trevor’s member, wrapping her breasts around his cock and giving it what must have been one of dozens of tittyfucks. She was covered in cum from head to toe, even her high heels looked soaked in it. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

Trevor managed to groan out, “Knock on the door.”

Lionel did, as Trevor shot out a final gooey rope across Mary’s face, caking her hair with yet another shining coat of warm spunk.

“Thanks,” the young man croaked, “we couldn’t stop until somebody did that.”

Lionel rolled his eyes as the poor woman struggled to her feet. They both looked awful, but the massive volume of semen she was covered with definitely made her look worse.

“How long have you been at it?” Lionel asked putting a hand to his brow in thought.

“Hours.” Mary stated with frustration.

Lionel just shook his head. “Look, lady, you got a ride?” Before she could shake her head he held up a hand. “Woah! No big movements or you’ll spray that stuff over us like a wet dog. I get it though. I’ll get you a ride with one of my delivery girls.”

“Thanks.” She muttered, looking down at herself in shame and anger. She grabbed a couple of items around her. She felt the compulsion to stay fading. “Yeah, I’d like to go home now.”

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“Are you serious, babe?” Mark asked incredulously.

“Yes.”

“Babe… How did one guy even cum that much?”

“For god’s sake, Mark, he’s 20 and incredibly backed up after getting barred from fucking his girlfriend. He was actually really sweet talking about her while we were stuck in there. I tried to order him to be able to get back to her once we were done since I couldn’t contradict Pastel’s order to make myself available, but I think with the amount of stuff we had to… work through, he probably will be out of commission for a while.”

Mark grunted. He was shocked to hear this, but at the same time he was also oddly numb to it. Plenty of guys at his office had complained about similar things happening to their wives or girlfriends. Hell, he’d even seen people around his office do those kinds of things at work parties recently. But to have it happen to his own wife…

“Honey, I’m sorry. But there’s nothing I can do. I can’t stop it. So….” Mary naughtily swayed her hips at the camera, showing off her ass in a perfect squat.

“Why don’t you jerk that big cock for me, baby, and show me what you think of me dressed,” she paused to emphasize just how not dressed she was and shook her ass at the camera, “like this.”

He nodded and unzipped his pants.