Selling Brielle, Part 15

Selling Brielle, Part 15

Story by All These Roadworks (2024).

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When she left the pastor’s house, Jillian messaged Joel immediately.

“Can we meet, sir? Urgent.”

His response took some time to come, and when it did, it made Jillian groan with frustration.

“Trapped in meetings till evening. Come to my house at 6 pm, pet.”

It was barely noon. The pastor knew that Brielle was waiting for Jillian at home. He would expect her to go home and begin acting upon the degrading rules he had set for her. If she tried to delay - such as until the evening, so that she could speak with Joel - he would suspect betrayal.

She hated what she had agreed to. The pastor wanted Jillian and Brielle to fuck in front of cameras in their bedroom, for his sexual entertainment. And not just fuck - he wanted their sex to be degrading and demeaning. He wanted Jillian to encourage Brielle to trust him and accept his advice. He wanted Jillian and Brielle to treat their lesbian relationship as shameful and sinful, and he had intimated that he would set them exercises to “cure” their lesbianism.

She wondered - not for the first time - if there was any realistic prospect of murdering the disgusting preacher without being caught by the police. But she was no killer, and if she had any illusions that she would be a successful criminal, the disastrous consequences of letting Joel play with the sleeping Brielle had made it clear that she was no mastermind.

So she would have to play along for now, as much as she hated it.

And anyway, there might be opportunities in this. Because she had another task, as well - a task that involved just as much betrayal and exploitation, but a task she nevertheless was much more excited for. Whether she knew it or not, Brielle had become the property of Joel, thanks to the deal Brielle had made, and sooner or later she was going to have to be taught to be Joel’s obedient, submissive, cock-sucking pet.

Teaching Brielle to fuck for the enjoyment of men, and introducing her to the idea of serving a man’s cock, could ultimately serve a dual purpose…

Jillian arrived back at her home, and when she got inside, she took Brielle, and sat her in the lounge room.

“How did it go?” asked Brielle nervously, taking Jillian’s hands in her own.

Jillian sighed. “I think it’s going to be okay, Brielle,” she said.

Brielle’s face bloomed with relief and gratitude, and Jillian couldn’t help thinking how beautiful her wife was.

Or rather, she thought, her ex-wife. Or, at best, her sister-wife. Brielle no longer belonged to Jillian - she belonged to Jillian’s master, Joel, even if Brielle didn’t know that yet.

“So… do I have to repay all the money from my work at the church?” asked Brielle. “Will he delete the footage of last night?”

“No,” said Jillian. “You *are* going to have to keep working at the church, Brielle. We need the money, after all.”

This was a gross lie. Joel had paid so much to purchase Brielle that neither Jillian nor Brielle would ever need to work again.

“And he’s going to keep the footage,” she said. “But, Brielle… look, I may have formed the wrong impression of him. After talking to him… he’s not so bad.”

Another lie. The pastor was so much worse than Jillian’s first impressions had allowed.

“He wants what’s best for you,” said Jillian. “And honestly… you have been better off since you joined the church. Happier. With more purpose. He wants you to be happy - and I want you to be happy, too.”

Brielle was clearly stunned at this sudden change in Jillian’s opinion - but she was also delighted to see it. Brielle’s time at the church had been the cause of so much conflict in their marriage - and guilt, on Brielle’s part, as she had struggled with her own relationship with the church’s homophobia.

“But… you know he doesn’t approve of lesbians,” said Brielle. “And I’m still a lesbian… we both are…”

“He just wants what’s best for you,” said Jillian again. “You know you’ve always felt guilty about your sexuality - with all those fucked up things your parents told you about it. And he thinks that you really can’t know you’re a lesbian if you haven’t really tried men.”

Jillian paused, and then said something that she knew would hit Brielle deeply. “After all, are you really a lesbian… or are you just a slut?”

Because Brielle had had doubts about her orientation when she first met Jillian. She had been pretty, young, and virginal, and she had blushed deeply when Jillian had hit on her. She had made excuses that she wasn’t sure she was into girls, but Jillian had kissed her, and groped her, and felt her body heat up with lust, and finally Jillian had made Brielle’s objections fade away by licking her cunt until the confused girl had orgasmed.

And when she had finally come out to her parents, and introduced Jillian as her girlfriend, Brielle’s mother had responded by calmly stating, as if it were an obvious fact, “You’re not a lesbian, sweetie. You’re just a slut. You know how you always used to cocktease your male friends and cousins when you were a teenager, with those cute dresses and flirty looks. You’re not queer, you just think with your pussy.”

Brielle had been devastated, and had run from her parents’ house in tears. And though she had since reconciled with her mother, those words had stayed stuck in her head ever since. Was she really a lesbian? Or was she just a slut?

Brielle gasped as Jillian repeated those words back to her, and she looked like she might cry, but Jillian moved in and stroked her cheek with one hand.

“Honey, honey,” she breathed, “it’s okay. I’ve been selfish. I don’t want you hiding what you really are, just for me. I think this is worth exploring, so that we know if you’re really a lesbian, or if you’re bisexual, or… whatever. Maybe all lesbians are just sluts. And it will mean you can keep your job at the church, and keep making us money, so it’s all going to be fine.”

Brielle was confused, and upset. “I don’t… I mean…”

“Come on, sweetie, remember you said you’d do anything for me?” said Jillian. “Because of how you put those cameras up without telling me, and betrayed me like that? And because I’ve gone and fixed this for us, so you won’t get in trouble.”

She took Brielle’s hands again, and continued, “All you have to do is keep going to work, and be nice to the pastor. Dress pretty for him, and… if he puts his hands on your body, or anything, just let him. He wants what’s best for you. And we’re going to put those cameras back up in our room, right now, so he can analyse you. And if he gives us a few little exercises to do, about your sexuality, we’ll do them. Okay?”

Brielle clearly didn’t know what to say. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but she nodded.

“Good girl,” said Jillian. “After all, you got us into this. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom, and put the cameras back.”

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It didn’t take long to replace the cameras and re-activate them. Then Jillian had Brielle strip for the cameras.

“Make it sexy, like you do for me,” Jillian told her. “So the pastor can see how you behave.”

Brielle cried further, as she undressed, knowing that a man was watching her, but she did try to make a show of it. Jillian used Brielle’s performance to undress herself, quietly, in a part of the room the cameras could barely see.

“Now, we need a few extra photos,” Jillian said, when Brielle was done. She made Brielle spread her pussy, and took close-up photos of it with her phone. These *would* go to the Pastor - who could, after all, see her taking the photos on his cameras, and would be suspicious if he didn’t get copies - but they would also go to Joel, and it was for his pleasure that Jillian was now humiliating her wife.

“See, spreading your pussy for a man isn’t so bad,” Jillian told her lover. She switched the phone to record film, and moved it to capture Brielle’s whole body, including her face and fuckhole.

“Spread your pussy lips wide, and say, ‘I hope you enjoy my cunt,’” Jillian instructed.

Brielle tried to smile through her tears as she spread her labia wide for the camera. “I hope you enjoy my cunt,” she mumbled.

“Perfect,” said Jillian, and set the phone down to record the rest of what was to come, for Joel’s benefit.

“One last thing, sweetie,” she said, as she moved Brielle over to the bed. “The pastor wants us to make sure that when we make love, it’s painful, or degrading, or demeaning. It’s supposed to help wean us off lesbian sex. We don’t have to do that much, just add a little something to **** ourselves.”

She looked up and down Brielle’s body, and said, “Now, I’m going to lick you until you cum. And what I want you to do for me while I’m licking you is to make eye contact with the camera up there, and repeat the phrase, ‘I’m not a lesbian, I’m just a slut,’ until you cum. Can you do that for me?”

Brielle didn’t want to, but she nodded. Jillian pushed her back on the bed, and positioned herself between Brielle’s spread legs.

“I’m not a lesbian, I’m a slut,” whispered Brielle quietly, staring at the camera - and then she gasped as Jillian’s tongue found her clitoris. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned.

Jillian was surprised - and a little disgusted - to find that Brielle was sopping wet and ready for Jillian’s tongue. Never mind that Jillian herself was so horny right now that she could barely think straight. How dare her sister-wife get so aroused from the thought of degrading herself in front of the pastor?

She gave Brielle’s clitoris a little bite of anger, but it only made Brielle moan louder.

“I’m not a lesbian, I’m just a slut,” Brielle chanted. “I’m not a lesbian, I’m just a slut.”

Jillian licked at Brielle’s thick, sweet cunt juices, flicking her tongue over Brielle’s clitoris, and occasionally pushing her tongue up Brielle’s fuckhole. Brielle groaned, and squealed, and kept repeating the demeaning phrase, squeezing her thighs around so her lover’s head so hard that Jillian could barely move.

And in less than ten minutes, Brielle was suddenly orgasming, bucking her sopping wet cunt against Jillian’s face as she gasped with whorish passion.

“Good girl,” said Jillian, rising from between Brielle’s legs once Brielle’s orgasm was concluded. “My turn now.”

She climbed up on the bed, and straddled Brielle’s face, her knees on either side of Brielle’s face and her cunt over Brielle’s mouth.

“Be a good girl and lick now,” she told her lover.

As she felt Brielle’s tongue begin to caress her pussy, she leaned down and spread Brielle’s own pussy lips apart. Then she pinched Brielle’s clitoris.

Brielle yelped and bucked. She tried to say something but it was muffled by Jillian’s cunt.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” said Jillian. “We just need to make the sex painful or demeaning, remember? I know your clitoris hurts, but just keep licking me and it will be over soon. And really, this is your fault, for being so confused about your sexuality, and for betraying us to the pastor. You deserve it, really. So just keep licking like a good girl…”

And she pinched harder, enjoying the way that her sister-wife squealed with pain and humiliation into her cunt with every pinch, and she humped Brielle’s face, and she stared at the camera on her mobile phone.

She knew that the pastor would be watching this, and the thought of that horrible man masturbating as he watched Jillian’s nude body riding Brielle’s face made her feel ashamed and disgusted. But she also knew that eventually Joel would watch it, too, and that knowledge made her feel warm and sexy.

So she did her best to look hot for Joel, and put on a good performance, for the pleasure of his cock.

And she tried not to worry about what Joel would say when he learned about the deal Jillian had made with the pastor…

(TO BE CONTINUED)