Visit the Hardware Store

{if com = 1} December 21st {else} {endif}

"It really does look like a hardware store." Ava remarked as we pulled up to Dana's workplace.

"What, did you think I was joking?"

"No, but... I dunno, I figured you were exaggerating a bit."

"I have never exaggerated a day in my life." Ava smiled at my comment.

"Suuure." She looked at the "Open" sign beside the door. "It's not lit up. Are they closed?"

"I think to the public." There's no windows looking in, for obvious reasons, so I hit the buzzer. "But Dana did say she had to work today."

"And she doesn't have another job?"

"No. They're probab-" The door opens, revealing a tall tattoo covered chick, wearing a tight corset, showing plenty of skin.

"What? Don't you see we're closed?" She looked at me with an annoyed look, but upon seeing Ava, she lightened up. "You can come back later if you'd like." Well, you gotta give her credit for the effort.

"Hi, my name is John. I have a meeting with Dara." The girl looked back at me, with her smile instantly dissipating as she did.

"Oh. Yeah, you're Dana's dad, right?" She let go of the door, gesturing for us to come in.

"No, he's Dana's daddy. There's a difference." We walked into the store, and I was surprised. Most of the sex toys and other fun things had been removed, and in their place was a large table, surrounded by 4 girls, 5 including the one who guided us in. On the tables were a large amount of what looked like molds. It seems like they were filling out the order I set for them, and as efficiently as they could.

"John!" Dara called from behind us, and as we turned, I saw her bringing in large tubs. She was wearing a white tanktop, and bright neon orange tights.

It looked like she was struggling a bit, so I grabbed one of them, and we walked to the table. "I don't know whether to kiss you, or kick you in the balls." She said. She leaned over, grabbed my head, and gave me a kiss. I gotta say, I'm glad that was her choice. "This order you got for me is fucking massive. I'm trying to fill it out as quickly as I can, but Livington has around 90,000 people, which means I gotta make at least 45,000 cock sleeve extenders." She put down her tub on the table, and I put the one I grabbed beside it. "This might take a while."

"Well it looks like you're doing it pretty well so far."

"Yeah, I set up an assembly line." She points to the girl beside the tubs we put down. "Her job to to mix silicone. Since we're going through so much of it, we need it to be ready to pour. Next, we have the pourer. She pours the silicone into the molds, then puts the device to make the regular dildo into a cock sleeve extender. Next." She points to Dana, who waves at me, and gets back to work. "We have the finishing station. She takes all the setting molds, and puts them into the pressure pot."

"What's that?" Ava pipes up.

"It's the-" Dara snaps out of autopilot, and turns to Ava. "Hello." She looks up and down at Ava with a lustful look. "John, why don't you introduce me to your friend." As I do, I wonder if it's a prerequisite that you have to be a lesbian to work here.

"This is Ava. She's my..." I look down at her. "What are you?" We never really had the discussion.

"I'm his queen." She smiles, giving her hand to Dara, who shakes it.

"You heard her. My queen." Dara takes her hand, and shakes it.

"Mmm, too bad." She turns back to the assembly line. "A pressure pot is used when you're making molds. Bubbles in molds can ruin what you're trying to make, so you put it in the pressure pot to fix it. It essentially places so much pressure in the chamber, that the bubbles shrink down until they're basically nonexistant."

"I see." Ava says, with an honest expression.

"Next, we have the demolders. They take the finished cock molds out of the molds themselves, and inspect them for any flaws. However, the pressure pots take about 5 hours to finish, so when they finish demolding, they bring them back here." Dara takes Ava and I to the backroom. As soon as she opens the door, a wall of moans and grunts hits us, as well as the suffocating smell of pussy. As we enter, we're greeted to Rosa, Denise, Helen, Lucia, Jasmine, and Zoey, all tied up to special tables that have them in doggy style position. Behind each of them is a piston with a dildo attached to it, ramming in and out of each of the girls pussy, with the exception of Zoey, who is getting the dildo pistoned into her asshole. None of them actually acknowledge Ava or me, too lost in their own pleasure.

"Here we have the final part of the assembly, the product testing. Dana graciously volunteered your sex slaves to help us out. The girls each get fucked by the dildo for around 3 minutes, before we switch it out for a new one. The used one is sanitized, and put into the packaging."

"Fuck me." Ava said, watching the girls getting fucked by machines.

"Goddamn Dara. You're running a tight ship over here. Henry Ford would be proud." Dara laughed.

"Ha. I'm not entirely sure about that, but I'll take the compliment."

"So how many do you think you'll have done by tonight? Just for a time frame."

"Well, so far we've got around 45 done, and I'm guessing we'll finish with 80 today."

"So with your current work time, it would take around." I paused as I did the math.

"Almost two years." Dara said. I guess she was thinking the same as me. "Yeah, I'm guessing you're going to want them ASAP. It's why I'm glad you came, we need help, and you know the mayor. Maybe she can help us out some way."

"Yes, that is true. However, it's not why I came." Dara gave me a confused look. "Well, not the only reason I came. I do want to help you out, but I was thinking that it might be better if you helped yourself out." Dara kept staring, so I continued. "I was thinking, how would you like a position on the city council?"

"What?!" She yelled out. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, Dara, I have a dream for this town. A future. And it's going to involve quite a lot of debauchery. Which means I plan on involving you quite a bit. And you being on the city council would really expedite things."

"But... I don't know shit about politics." She rebutted.

"Irrelevant. Your job would basically be as the town funded sex toy supplier. Which means that it would basically be what you're already doing, except at a bigger scale. As for any new legislation, it would go through me, which means that you can just rubber stamp anything that goes to you." Dara leaned on her desk, and clearly thought about my proposal. Frankly, I found the sounds of the sex slaves rather distracting, but I guess she was used to it already.

"So... Would you add me to the council?" She asked.

"You would replace one. There's two I plan on keeping around, but there's 3 that I can replace."

"And when would I start?"

"Immediately. We can go to city hall, talk to the mayor and the council members, and you can start work to expand your operation, to finish this faster." She sat back down, back in thought. After about 3 minutes, she stood up.

"And I would just be a rubberstamp?"

"Yes."

"So I couldn't... I don't know, would I be able to actually take part?"

"Of what?"

"Of making legislation."

"Oh! Sure, if you have ideas, you're obviously more than welcome to bring them up. If you want to."

"And could I have an assistant?"

"Wouldn't you rather just have a ****?" Dara smiles widely at that.

"So long as she still does her duty as an assistant."

"Hey, it's your ****. Put her to work, or **** her, your call." I put my arm around Dara, and started walking to the entrance. "Might I recommend the mayor's daughter?"

"Mmm, if she looks as good as her mom, I might take you up on that." As we approach the door, I stop.

"Oh, before we leave here, can I pick up some supplies?"

"Just make a list, and I'll have Dana bring it to your place when she's done."

"Fantastic." I say, as I begin scribbling my list on a piece of paper on the counter near the entrance.

---

Pulling up at city hall, I look in the rearview mirror, and chuckle lightly. Dara is sitting in the back, looking nervous, as if she was going to a job interview. She knew she was going to get it, but that didn't stop her nervousness. I step out of the car and walk around, opening the doors for the girls. Ava struts out confidently, but Dara has to psych herself up a bit, before she exits.

"Alright, what's up Dara? Why so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous," she responded quickly, with her voice cracking halfway through the sentence, causing her to blush. She paused, before responding, making sure her voice was steady. "Ok, I'm a little nervous."

"Why?" Ava asks, putting her arm around her. I saw Dara relax a bit from the contact with her. "You realize that the job is yours right?"

"Sure but..." She stops, looking up at the hall. "I don't know, I never really saw myself becoming a politician. I was always happy with just selling my products."

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to." Ava said, sounding sincere. She then planted a kiss on her neck. "But you know you would be great at this job, don't you. From everything John has told me, you're going to kick this jobs ass." I saw all of Dara's nervousness melt off her from Ava's embrace, and turned to her, leaning in to place a kiss on her lips, which Ava welcomed. After a couple of seconds, they broke the kiss, and Ava slapped her ass. "Now let's go get you a ****." Ava ran ahead of us, up the stairs to the entrance as we watched.

"Jesus John. That's a good one." Dara says.

"You're telling me." I look at Dara, who's eyes are fixed on Ava as she entered the building, and slap her ass again. "You heard the lady." Dara laughed, and we both made our way up the stairs. As we opened the door, we saw Ava leaning over the front desk, which was occupied by Faria, looking much different than she was in the past.

Last time I saw her, she was wearing professional clothing. A white blouse, with a navy skirt that went down to almost her knees. Today, however, she was wearing a tight red dress, that barely covered her ass, and showed off her nice legs. An improvement, in my opinion, but I did wonder why. Dara and I got all the way to the front desk before she saw us, as she was happily chatting with Ava. Upon seeing me, her face turned a bit white.

"Hello Faria. How are you today?"

"Uhm." The girl was struggling to answer, as her eyes darted from me, to Ava, to Dara.

"Never mind that, why do you look so much like a whore right now?" She blushed, and looked down in shame.

"My... mom told me to wear this." She whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Speak up when he's talking to you slut." Ava said, with a weird mix of anger and affection in her voice. Her tone clearly rattled Faria, who looked up to Ava with a confused face, then to me.

"My mom told me to wear this in case you came again."

"Ahh, so your mom is whoring you out huh?" She hung her head again, not being able to respond. "Well, let's not disappoint her." I stepped back, and put my hand on Dara's back. "What do you think of her?" I asked her.

"Yummy. And obedient. I'd love to be her new mommy."

"Faria!" I yelled out, causing her to look up. "Meet your new boss, Dara." She once again looked confused, but extended her hand to shake. Dara took her hand.

"And your new mistress slut." She walked around the table, putting her purse down, and reached down Faria's dress, cupping her breast. Faria panicked, stepping back, before Ava, grabbed her head.

"You heard her." She growled into Faria's ear. "She's your new mistress. If your new mistress want's to play with your body, you fucking let her." She threw her back onto the chair, and held her breath as Dara once again started fondling her breasts.

"Mmm, yes, you'll do just fine." Dara reached into her purse, and pulled out a collar with a leash attached. Faria's eyes went wide when she saw it, but she sat still, as Dara placed it around her neck. She flinched as the lock clicked, securing the collar onto her neck. "How's that feel kitten?" Faria didn't respond, so Dara pulled on the leash hard, causing her to fall on the ground. "I asked you a question."

"G-good."

"Good what?" Faria looked confused for a second.

"I-it feels good... mistress."

"Oh, that's a good girl." Dara said, patting the top of Faria's head. "I'll make sure to train you nice and well."

"Alright, save that for later Dara. Let's introduce you to her mom." Dara nods, and pulls on the leash, signaling for Faria to follow us. As she stands up, Dara stops.

"Did I say you could walk kitten?" She said warmly, but Faria had nothing but fear on her face. She paused, and slowly sunk onto her knees, before going on all fours. She clearly wanted the carrot, and not the stick. "There's a good girl." Dara turned back to Ava and I. "After you." We led her down the hall, opening the door to the conference room from last time. However, it was empty.

"M-my mom's in h-her office." Faria said, then quickly added. "Mistress." Dara smiled.

"Where's her office?" I ask.

"Over-" Dara yanked on the leash hard.

"Show us, don't tell us." Faria collected herself, and started crawling away from the conference room. Dara, meanwhile, reached into her purse, and pulled out a thin pink egg. Without warning, she leaned over, pulled Faria's panties to the side, and slid the egg in, causing Faria to fall over from the sudden intrusion. "Cmon kitten, we don't have all day." Faria looked like she was about to cry. She got back onto her hands and knees, and started crawling again, before arriving at an office.

"She's in here... mistress." Dara pet her head, and I saw her click something that looked like a remote, causing Faria to flinch.

"That's a good girl." She leaned over and kissed Faria on the mouth lightly. "Good girls get rewards." She stood up, and turned back to us. "After you, boss." I stepped up, and opened the door. Inside was Ayesha, hunched over the desk, scribbling things down. She looked up, and saw me enter, and stood up straight.

"Sit down, you look dumb." I said.

"What can I do for you si-" She stopped as she saw Dara walk in with a leash in hand, bringing her daughter in tow. She watched as Dara walked over to the couch in the office, and sat down, and pulled Faria over her lap. She took a big gulp, and looked up at me. "Is there anything I can do for you sir?" She said, weakly.

"Yes, there is." I walk over to the window inside her office, and look out. "Of the three men on the council, which ones have sluts for me to fuck."

"E-excuse me sir?" She said, her eyes floating back to her daughter being fingered in her office by a complete stranger. Ava snapped her fingers, bringing her attention to her.

"Yes, he needs to know which one is the least useful. After all, other men are only useful in how many cumdumpsters they can provide."

"Well said babe." I say to Ava. "So like I said. Which ones have sluts for me to fuck." Ayesha's eyes flutter, as she thinks about the answer to a question she likely never thought she'd be asked.

"Uhm... Well, Christian... I guess he has a wife and t-two daughters for you to... use... sir." Seeing that I wasn't going to interrupt, she kept going. "Derek has... he only has one daughter."

"No wife?" Ava asked.

"No... maam. She died last year."

"Hmm. Alright, next."

"Well... Kevin has no... sl-sluts for you to fuck sir."

"Oh good." Ava said, clapping her hands together in joy. "Kevin is fired."

"What?!" Ayesha yelped, before hearing a long moan from Faria, as Dara continued playing with the girl.

"I guess Kevin it is. Like she said, Kevin is fired, and Dara here." I point to her. "Is going to replace him on the city council." Ayesha finally looked at Dara in the face. Dara in return, pulled her fingers out of Faria's pussy, and started licking them.

"Nice to meet you madam mayor. I'm excited to work with you in the future." Ayesha stared at her as she sucked her daughters juices off her hand.

"Oh, and why don't you grab one of those sex **** forms." Ayesha looks at me with a horrified look, before turning to Dara, then back at me. "Yeah, that's right, Dara is going to take your daughter as a sex ****."

"Don't worry Ayesha." Dara pipes up. "I'm going to take really good care of my little brown slut." She says, as she sticks her fingers back into Faria. Ayesha just watches in horror.

"Hey, slut!" Ava yells, getting her attention. "Bring out and sign the forms." Ayesha opens her drawer, and pulls out a form. She stares at it on her desk for a few seconds, before Ava snaps, and she starts filling it out. When she gets to the bottom, she hovers over the place where she's suppose to sign. Ava leans over, and pushes her hand down, and Ayesha signs it. Ava then takes the form, and hands it to Dara.

"There you have it Dara. Sign that, and the little whore is all yours." Dara takes the form, and immediately signs it. "Now, we're going to leave you three, as I'm sure you have a lot to discuss."

"Yes we do. I'll have production set up ASAP, and get back to you sir." I smile at Dara's use of the word sir.

"Good to hear." Ava and I walk towards the door.

"Now, Mrs. Mayor." She pushes Faria onto the ground off her knee, then pulls out a strapon from her purse. "I feel like we should get to know each other a bit. So why don't you bend your fat ass over your desk."

---

As we get home, I hear Zoey yelling.

"Please, stop! I'm your sister, why are you doing this?" Ava and I turn around the corner, and see Fred approaching her.

"I'm sorry sis, but it's the only way." He says, almost sounding possessed. He pulls on Zoey's hair, and brings her to him, pulling the key off her neck, and unlocking his dick, which instantly stands to attention, all 2 inches of it. He throws the key on the ground, and grabs Zoey with both of his hands, and starts fucking her face very roughly.

"Don't forget to put the cock cage back on afterwards Fred. It's to help you." He grunted in approval, and kept fucking his own sister's face. I walked into the kitchen, as Ava stayed and watched.

"Hey Soph. How's it going?"

"Good." She typed a few things on the laptop, and looked up at me. "I'm done."

"Good to hear."

"I emailed you all the info on how to access everything. You said you wanted a social media?"

"Yes I did."