The new normal

Jason, well Jasmine now. She and I don't talk much, mostly out of necessity. I can see it in her eyes, the hatred. Maybe even more than she hates Uri and I can't blame her. She trusted me, and I lead her here to become, what? A sex ****, completely at the mercy of someone else with no way back to her old life. Just live in maids for Uri, doing the cooking, cleaning, and any other thing he wants us to do.

It seems Uri got tired of me complaining about all the stains in the laundry and instituting a new policy. He says to stop his underwear and bedsheets from staining so much that he made a contraption for when he's sleeping so his "wet dreams" aren't causing a problem. Fucker doesn't even have wet dreams, he just cums all over the place. But apparently, this device will solve all that. All it is is a glorified belt. But unfortunately what this belt does is lock one of our heads to his pelvis with his cock down our throats while he sleeps. The first few times were horrible, both Jason and I **** and gasping as he forcefully tighten the belt, his cockhead bruising our esophagus'. Waking up in the middle of the night struggling to breathe or having to reposition yourself so that all his jizz flows do to your stomach rather than pool in your throat. And I wish I could say we didn't get used to it... But we did. Now he says whoever had the biggest mouth has to wear it. And by that, he means which one of us doesn't obey him without thought, question, or complaint. And that's usually me. I try to stick up for her, even after everything I've done, and maybe because of it. When he's not sheathed in one of our throats at night, or our brief moments of peace when he's away, we're getting fucked. Hard. Nothing is off the table when it comes to him and despite hating the bastard, my body didn't seem to get the memo. Every touch is like fire and I can feel my pussy clenching around his massive cock, desperately trying to keep it from leaving. "Damn girl. You got some grip down there. Trying to squeeze me for all I've got." Always telling us how good we are, and how much we are enjoying it, and I hate that he's right. Every inch of his behemoth piledriving into us as we have our legs up by our ears, his balls slapping against our asses as he keeps us in a mating press until unloading what feels like a gallon of hot spunk. But even that's not enough, switching back and forth constantly between the two of us, using our holes however he pleases.

And that's what our lives are now. Even if we could get away, without any ID it's not like we can get a job, at least not one that pays enough to support us. Uri has been recording everything he does to us and puts it up on the OnlyFans for the whole world to see. From what he says it's quite popular. I sometimes think that that's how we could get away. Sell ourselves on a street corner. But maybe that's worse. At least here we're clothed, fed, and have a tiny amount of freedom. And the sex is good. Fuck, I hate that I said that. But it's true... If we were out there in the world as we are right now then we would have to do whatever it took to survive. Maybe it's better here than there. It's horrible, terrible, just awful. But I suppose it could be worse. That is what we've been reduced to, nothing more than cumdumps for Uri, a series of wet holes for him to sheath himself in at the end of the day. And that's what we expect from life now. For him to come into any room we are in, take out his cock, and turn us into a sweaty mess, cum leaking out of and covering every part of us. As much as it fills me with shame, no other man would give us as much pleasure as our current owner.