She starts with a dildo

Meg pulls your ass up into the air, forcing your face harder against the floor of the shower and you feel something cold and rubbery brush against your cock. You try to wriggle and turn your head to see what it was so Meg gets up and slaps you across the face with it. You are grateful the ****-grip on your junk is released until you look up to see her holding one of the dildos from Lois' sex toy collection. It's not exactly tiny either; it's eight inches, looking pretty realistic and thick. Something inside you tells you to run but your body is frozen in fear of what Meg intends to do to you. She stands before you and presses the tip against her clit, whether it's through fear or obedience, she doesn't seem to care, but she's getting off at the sight of you face down, ass up ready to be taken like a good little bitch.

She forces the entire eight inches inside herself and you have to admit, you're impressed witt how little effort that seemed to take her. After a few thrusts, it's covered in Meg's wetness and she gets behind you. Panic returns control of your motor functions and as you reach out to make a break for it, Meg presses her foot on your face, keeping you still.

"Hey Bitch! Spread em' nice and wide for me."

You are totally powerless to resist as she kicks your legs as far apart as they will go. She grabs your wrist with a strength that you fear could very well snap it, and forces you to grab at your own ass cheeks and spread yourself as apart as you can. Before she can hurt you further, you do the same with your other hand. You take a deep breath and hope you can relax your body enough as you feel Meg roughly **** the tip of the toy into your ass. You cry out from the sudden violation which only causes Meg to be even rougher with you.

“That’s it Bitch, scream and moan ‘cuz I’m making you my little whore from now on, got that?”

You can’t answer her through your gritted teeth as she painful forces the toy in and out of your no longer virgin ass. She twists the toy inside your body making you try to scream out but with your face planted against the shower tile floor, you only manage a stifled mewl of agony. She responds to this by giving your ass a rather sharp swat. Your body can barely hold itself up as she goes to work on loosening up your hole, every time she pulls it out she only forces the dildo deeper and deeper inside you. You feel totally helpless, violated and degraded by this tattooed bitch breaking you in your own shower. It’s far too late for you to consider trying to return your purchase; you have a sinking feeling that you are no longer the man of the house, as it were. Things couldn’t possibly get much worse.

“Well well well, look who decided to crawl out of the bed.”

Your head snaps up from the floor and you strain your neck to see towards the open bathroom door and you decided that you spoke far too soon. There, on all fours, tied up in rope and leather restrains, is Lois. She is in some sort of leatherbound outfit that binds her limbs, forcing her to crawl around on her elbows and knees. She’s been gagged and you can see a bright orange tail of some sort growing from a plug currently lodged in her ass. You can’t quite identify the kind of tail but you’re surprised that the tail’s hair is the same shade of Lois’ real hair color. Meg must have been thoroughly prepared. She looked at you, unable to speak thanks to a red ball gag, tears streaming down her face as it seems that Meg had first conquered her mother in your bedroom before she moved on to you. You felt terrible for leaving her along to face the wrath of her aggressive daughter, and yet, as helpless as she is, the feeling is nothing compared to the pure sense of humiliation you feel as she beholds the position Meg currently has you in.

“So I guess you guys started the party without me. Was he a good fuck mom? I hope he was, or rather I hope you were because from now on, the only one who gets to fuck around here will be me.”

To prove her point, Meg pushes the dildo balls deep inside of you and you begin the cry, sobbing on the bathroom floor as Meg violates your ass in front of her tied up mother, your lover. You can’t read the expression on her face but you feel so weak and pathetic being unable to fight back. Especially in front of Lois.

“He’s crying like the Bitch he is, Mom. And you thought he was a real man? If he was a real man, who could handle a woman, would he be this hard while I fuck his ass with a dildo right in front of his woman?”

You feel your face turn pink as Lois’ eyes are drawn to your painful erect cock, feeling like you’ve lost total control of your life, you have no idea what Meg is going to do with the both of you but you know that neither you, nor Lois will have any say in the matter.