Selling Brielle, Part 12

Selling Brielle, Part 12

Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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After the climax of Joel’s violation of Jillian’s sleeping wife – a violation aided and abetted by Jillian herself – the two of them talked.

Jillian led Joel away from the sleeping Brielle, back out into the lounge, and sat him on the couch. Then she knelt at his feet.

Joel’s cock was still out, though it had softened shortly after Jillian had used her mouth to clean the last of the sperm from it. Jillian reached out to touch it, and Joel allowed her to softly stroke it and tease it with her fingers.

“So,” said Joel. “We did that.”

Jillian only blushed. Lust and guilt and happiness and shame were warring in her mind. She didn’t truly know who she was anymore. Straight? Gay? Good? Bad? She had helped a man put his cock into her non-consenting wife’s mouth, and she had enjoyed watching Brielle submissively swallow his cum in her sleep.

“It was good,” said Joel. “I enjoyed it, and I know that you enjoyed it too.”

That was true. Jillian just blushed again, and avoided Joel’s gaze, keeping her eyes fixed on his cock as her hands stroked at it idly.

Joel sighed, and reached down, taking Jillian’s chin and tilting it upwards, forcing her to look at him.

“It *was* good,” he told her again. “And you made it happen. Thank you, Jillian.”

She felt herself melt as she looked into his eyes. Why did she feel this way – with a man, of all things? She was supposed to be a lesbian – she wasn’t supposed to feel this kind of happiness, kneeling at a man’s feet like a pet, pleasuring his cock with her hands and mouth.

“You’re welcome, sir,” she said, with a further blush.

It felt good to call him that – “sir”. An acknowledgement that Joel was in charge, that Joel would take the lead – with the inherent implication that she was less than him, that she was subservient to him. It should have offended her feminist instincts, but instead it filled her with a glowing flush of contentment. It was a *privilege* to call him “sir”. It was a privilege to kneel at his feet, and to please his cock, and to – well, to offer up her wife to his pleasure.

She wondered again if she were the victim of some kind of mind control – but it was only a passing, amused thought. She knew this was all her, as disturbing as that reality was. She didn’t know *why* she was like this – but these feelings she was having were not alien or foreign. She knew they were coming from something inside her – a repressed need that circumstances were slowly bringing to the surface. If she was a slut now – a traitor to her wife, and her gender – then she had always been so, and all that was happening now was an admission of that truth.

The fact was that Jillian was happier now, kneeling at Joel’s feet like a submissive pet, than she had ever been while pretending to be an equal partner in her marriage to Brielle. She didn’t know why – she didn’t understand it – but she knew that her submission to Joel, as pathetic and slutty as it may seem to an outsider, filled her now with a fierce joy that she could not imagine ever relinquishing, no matter how wantonly it made her act, or how much it led her to betray and violate her wife.

It was her awareness of that joy that made what Joel said next so surprising.

“Jillian,” he said, with a note of concern. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek, and his thumb brushed at her cheek, beneath her eye, and came away wet. “Are you… crying?”

She jerked, her hand moving to touch her own face in surprise – and sure enough, there were tears. Why were there tears?

And then, suddenly, it all hit at once.

She had betrayed everything. She had been a hypocrite – a lesbian who worshiped the cock of a man. She had sold her sleeping wife into prostitution, and helped a man **** Brielle in her sleep. She had even been sexually aroused by watching it happen. She was a monster – a disgusting animal…

She made a surprised gasp – and then suddenly, uncontrollably, she felt herself start to sob. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, and she felt herself give voice to deep, wracking wails of grief. And yet, even in her misery, she continued to play with Joel’s cock. It was her one source of comfort in her storm of guilt and shame. She felt his dick beginning to harden again in her hand, and felt strangely happy that her misery was arousing to Joel.

“Jillian, what’s the matter?” asked Joel, caressing her head with his hand.

“I’m… I’m a bad lesbian,” she wept. “I’m supposed to only like pussy, but I can’t stop thinking about your cock – about the taste of your sperm. I want to make you happy – I want to make you cum. I’m such a slut… a stupid, hypocritical, fake lesbian…”

“Oh, Jillian,” said Joel, “you’re not a ‘fake lesbian’. You’re just bisexual. You still think girls are sexy, right?”

“Yes,” admitted Jillian, sniffing between sobs.

“But you like boys too,” said Joel.

“No!” object Jillian. “Not boys…” She looked up at him. “Just one boy.”

The look on Joel’s face almost made Jillian melt away entirely. It was a look of pure gratitude and adoration.

“Oh Jillian,” he muttered. “My silly, beautiful pet.”

“Yes,” whispered Jillian. “I want to be your silly, beautiful pet.” She squeezed his cock – gently, but with passion. And in that moment she knew, with fierce intensity, what she wanted. “*Your* pet,” she emphasized.

“What does that mean for you, Jillian?” he asked her.

“I want to please you,” she said, “and serve you. It feels so good when I do something that makes you happy. I want to have a place at your feet, always, and I want to dress in the clothes that make your cock hard. I want you to tell me what to do, how I should behave. I want you to… to *own* me. I want to be yours. Your pet.”

Joel looked down at her, staring into her tear-filled eyes for a long time. Jillian looked back, trying not to blink, feeling like this was some kind of test of how serious she was – and if so, it was a test she intended to pass. She wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

Joel’s expression changed. For a moment, Jillian thought he was going to lean down and kiss her. But instead he gripped her hair, hard enough to make Jillian gasp, and then pulled her roughly towards his groin.

“Kiss,” he commanded.

She was delighted to be commanded, to be ****, to be controlled. She smiled as she obeyed, putting her lips against the tip of his penis, tasting his pre-cum once again, and she knew it was right. This was the kiss she deserved – the kiss she wanted. She didn’t want to be his equal, or his lover. She wanted to be his pet, his cock-****, his little lesbian toy.

“Good girl,” said Joel, and the words made Jillian shiver with delight. “I think you know that you have come to be very special to me, recently. What we have shared has been unique, and intimate… and forbidden. We’ve been bad, and done bad things… but it has made us both very happy.”

That was true. Jillian listened carefully, sucking still at Joel’s cock.

“You’ve cheated on your wife,” Joel said. “With me. You’re doing it now. And worse than that, you’ve violated Brielle’s privacy, and then helped me to… well, to **** her.”

Jillian shuddered. When Joel said it like that, it sounded so brutal. She could feel her tears coming again. But she didn’t stop sucking Joel’s cock. It was bad to have done those things, but it would be even worse to have done them, and then be rejected by Joel for the relationship she now knew she wanted more than anything.

“I have to admit that when my cock isn’t hard, I feel guilty about all of that,” said Joel. “But if you’re going to be my pet, I’m the only one who needs to feel guilty. Pets aren’t responsible – they just do what they’re told. Do you understand, Jillian?”

Jillian nodded with her mouth full of cock, and the movement of Joel’s dick that resulted made him gasp with pleasure.

“And besides,” Joel said, “you’ve told me so many times how Brielle deserves it. About her work with her church, her internalised homophobia, her difficulty holding down a paying job…”

Joel was right. Brielle *did* deserve it. Or at least if Jillian told herself that, the things they’d done to Brielle didn’t seem so bad.

“And so far it’s not as if Brielle is even aware of any of it,” said Joel. “What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right?”

That was right. Brielle had no idea her sexual activity had been filmed, that Joel had masturbated to it, that Jillian had been feeding Brielle Joel’s sperm, or that Joel had **** Brielle’s mouth in her sleep. As far as Brielle knew, none of it had happened.

“But I need to be honest with you, Jillian,” said Joel. “You’ve confessed your true fantasy to me, and that was a very special act of trust and affection, so now I need to confess mine to you.” He paused, and then said, “I don’t *want* a fake lesbian sex-pet.”

Jillian’s eyes widened. She felt ice grip her heart – even as she continued to obediently kiss his cock. He couldn’t mean that, could he? It couldn’t be true! She had thought he wanted this as much as she did. Could she be wrong?

There was a long moment, where horror grew inside Jillian, but she continued to suck Joel’s dick regardless, like the good little fake lesbian sex-pet that he apparently didn’t want.

But then Joel smiled, and Jillian knew he had been toying with her, even before he clarified his statement.

“I want *two* fake lesbian sex-pets,” he said. “Jillian and Brielle. Two naked little obedient lesbians to serve my cock. I want to own you – but I want to own your wife as well. I want a bonded pair of cute little lesbian slaves. That’s my fantasy, Jillian. Is that your fantasy too?”

She almost said “yes” – but Joel had not given her permission to stop kissing his cock. And it was just as well, for she might have shouted loud enough to wake Brielle with her joy and agreement at that idea. She could picture it – serving Joel with her wife, sharing his cock with Brielle, working together to satisfy his every sexual whim. It was perfect.

Unable to speak with her mouth still full of penis, she instead just bobbed her head up and down again in agreement, with Joel’s cock still trapped between her lips.

Joel moaned at the sensation of Jillian manipulating his cock – and then, with some regret, he pushed her face away from him. Jillian pouted with frustration as his dick slipped from between her lips.

“Sir,” she said. “I have to be honest. I don’t think Brielle will consent to be part of that fantasy.”

Joel just smiled. “And once again, ’m going to be honest, pet,” he told her. “We’ve been bad so far, and I’m prepared to be bad again to give us both our fantasy. I frankly don’t care whether Brielle consents – only whether she *obeys*.”

And the thought of that idea – of Brielle unwilling, non-consenting, enslaved, a look of sulky disgust on her face, **** to crawl naked on her knees to Joel’s cock, where Jillian was waiting to guide it into her wife’s obedient mouth – made Jillian so wet that she almost fell to the floor.

“Will you help me make that happen, Jillian?” asked Joel. “Because that’s what needs to happen if you want to be my pet.”

“Yes,” said Jillian, and she meant it, even as she knew it damned her. And she started to cry again.

“Are you crying because you know this is wrong, pet?” asked Joel.

Jillian nodded. It was *so* wrong.

“Part of submitting is giving up responsibility, pet,” said Joel. “I decide what’s right and wrong. You just obey. Doesn’t that feel right to you?”

It did, so she nodded.

“And besides, I don’t think it will actually come to that,” said Joel. “You saw the way she sucked my cock in her sleep. I think she has the same repressed urges you do – maybe even more so. She might struggle at first, but I think she might find real happiness in accepting my cock as her master. Don’t you?”

Jillian had called her wife a “fake lesbian” in her own head so many times recently that she couldn’t help but agree.

“Let me set something up,” said Joel. “You can keep playing with my cock while I do.”

He got out his phone, and spent some time tapping the screen. Jillian was curious what he was doing, but told herself she didn’t need to think, only obey, and focused on slowly pumping Joel’s now-hard cock, staring at the tip with worshipful intensity, aware that her own cunt was once again sopping wet.

After a while, Joel turned his phone towards Jillian. It was showing a banking app, and there was a sum of money there.

A hundred thousand dollars.

She didn’t understand, and she said so. “What does this mean, sir?” she asked.

“I’m going to buy Brielle from you,” said Joel. “I’m going to send this sum of money to you. At a purely legal level, it’s yours, no strings attached, and if you decide you’ve made a mistake, and want to get away from me, it’s more than enough for you to vanish anywhere in the world that you choose, and never speak to me again.”

A hundred thousand dollars – hers? It was more money than Jillian had ever had in her life.

“I’ve chosen this sum because it’s enough to justify almost anything – and yet it’s an insultingly small amount to pay for a human life,” said Joel. “I don’t want Brielle to be a priceless artwork – I want her to be a commodified toy. I’ve been getting off on paying you for Brielle’s nudes, and the idea of literally buying Brielle for the price of an expensive car is a fantasy that brings me a lot of satisfaction.”

“You’re… buying her?” asked Jillian, getting the gist, but still not really understanding.

“I’m buying her from you,” said Joel. “When you were married, she promised to honor and obey you. She became your property, in a sense. You’re going to transfer that property to me, for the sum of a hundred thousand dollars. This isn’t enforceable in a court, but I think it’s going to be real to *you*, because of the relationship between us. From the moment you accept this money, you’re going to consider your marriage to Brielle secretly dissolved, and you’re going to understand that Brielle doesn’t belong to you anymore, but instead belongs to me. She is a piece of property that I will be the owner of.”

Dissolve her marriage? Sell her wife to Joel?

Even as she felt a wave of horror and guilt in her heart, she was aware that her cunt was unbearably, throbbingly wet. She desperately wanted to masturbate, but felt that she needed permission from Joel to do so – and Joel was still talking.

“Part of your obligation in taking the money,” said Joel, “will be to cooperate in helping Brielle to understand her new situation. You will work with me to help her understand that she is now property that I own. Not immediately, of course – it will take careful management to bring her to accept that she belongs to me, and that she will be used to satisfy my desires – but you will be obliged to do what I ask to facilitate that process.”

This was wrong, Jillian knew – and the wrongness was the most erotic feeling she had ever felt.

“Do you want to sell Brielle to me, Jillian?” asked Joel.

“Yes,” she breathed – a needy, lustful sound, the sound of a slut surrendering her soul to the man she worshiped.

“Press ‘accept’ on the phone,” said Joel.

Jillian did. The numbers vanished. She was, presumably, now a hundred thousand dollars richer. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. It might be disposable money to Joel, but it was an unfathomable fortune to Jillian.

Joel pointed his phone at her now, in camera mode.

“Tell me what you have just agreed to,” he told her.

Jillian looked at the camera. “I have just sold you my wife Brielle for the sum of one hundred thousand dollars,” she said. “I have done so of my own free will, because I want this to happen. I think it is what is best for me, and best for Brielle. I no longer consider myself married to Brielle. I now consider Brielle to be the property of Joel, to be used for any purpose he desires, including sex, whether she consents or not. And I consider myself obligated to help Brielle accept her new role as an enslaved sex toy owned by a man.”

“Good girl,” said Joel. He gripped her hair again, and pulled her up – and this time he kissed her on the lips, and Jillian kissed him back, wildly and passionately. As he kissed her, he took her hand, and pressed it against her groin, and Jillian only had to rub her sopping wet pussy for a couple of minutes before she found herself orgasming, twitching, bucking, moaning her lust into her new master’s mouth.

“It’s a privilege to own you, Jillian,” said Joel, after the kiss was done, and the words filled Jillian with pure joy.

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And meanwhile, in Brielle’s bedroom, as Brielle continued to slumber under the effect of Jillian's ****, two tiny cameras set into the corners of the ceiling continued to record. They weren’t cameras that Jillian had placed there, or cameras that Joel knew about. And they were busily transmitting everything that they had filmed that night to their owner…

(TO BE CONTINUED)