Time for a Change

Her parents had named her Lacy, but Eric mostly called her Fuckpet. Since Eric’s father had contracted her services from Lacy’s father as a high school graduation present for his son, there wasn’t much she could do about what he called her. So Fuckpet it was.

Nor did she know how long the contract was, or what the terms were. She was a girl, and wasn’t supposed to worry about that kind of thing. But she did worry. There was always some war going on, men were fighting constantly. What if Eric had to go fight in a war and she was stuck here, with nobody to give her permission to orgasm? Once she worked up the courage to ask him about it, and Eric told her that she didn’t need to worry, men in college didn’t have to go fight in wars. Fuckpet was skeptical, but then again she didn’t really understand college anyway.

Fuckpet was only allowed on campus at all because Eric lent her out for three hours per day, for “Community Use.” She had been assigned to work in some of the college classrooms. There, she mostly sucked the cocks of the male students (she didn’t know why she called them that in her head, obviously “female student” was a contradiction in terms) while the professors discussed one or more of the terrible things going on the world. Out of control climate change, famine, plague, ****, or any of a hundred other problems.

It all sounded pretty bad to Fuckpet. She hoped the men would do something about that stuff at some point.

She could remember that she had used the App, though it didn’t really make sense. After all, why would she even have a phone? Sometimes, she had two different sets of memories, it was the weirdest thing. Sometimes, in her dreams, she was the student and not the cocksucker. It was all very confusing. One thing she knew for absolutely certain was that now the App was solely for Eric to touch, and if she ever messed with it he would never let her come again. And that was something she just wasn’t willing to risk.

The closest Fuckpet ever got to an explanation of why things were the way they were was in a history class. She was working a cock at the time, but she pulled her throat off and did some tongue and hand work for a few seconds so she could really listen.

“The question of what to do with women has always haunted mankind,” said the Professor. “As everyone knows, women need to orgasm constantly in order to function, and it’s up to society to give a woman everything she needs to thrive. Yet women cannot orgasm unless they are being dominated, either physically, emotionally, or both, by a man. It is therefore our responsibility, as men, to dominate women so that they can come as much as possible. Speaking of, I urge you all to give your Community Girls permission to come after this class, it’s an important part of the social contract. And make sure to do it with enough **** that the girl feels dominated enough to actually orgasm.”

The skinny 18-year-old boy whose cock Fuckpet had been servicing eventually came in her mouth. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to make sure the boy could see she had gotten all of it. After class, he grabbed her by the hair and gave her permission to come, though his voice cracked in the middle of it.

She did manage to rub herself to climax after that, but only just. She still felt frustrated and antsy that evening because she had only come about five times so far that day. So she was almost grateful when Eric came back to his dorm room from wherever he had been and told her and Cuntlicker to give him a show.

Cuntlicker was the other girl for whom Eric had responsibility. She had once told Fuckpet, in a moment that the two of them were left alone, that her original name was Chloe and that, in truth, she wasn’t sure she was even attracted to men, but she definitely knew that she needed them to dominate her so she could come. Fuckpet couldn’t really imagine what that would be like. Men’s cocks were the center of her world. She spent all day, every day servicing cocks in the hope the men who owned them would let her come. Then when she closed her eyes, she saw more cocks.

Fuckpet wasn’t actually sure why Eric called the girl Cuntlicker, the only time she licked any cunt was when he told her to. He sometimes acted like he knew things they didn’t. In this case, however, she was extremely grateful that, instead of having them service him first, Eric just had Cuntlicker, well, lick her cunt while he watched. It was a rare treat for Fuckpet.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “You have a lot more experience with the App than I do. Isn’t that right, Fuckpet?”

“I-if you say so, sir,” she managed.

“I mean, the world has a lot of problems, I’ll admit,” he said. “Your last dumb change kind of broke it. I kind of made you do it, but I was mad. Justifiably, I think. But still, not great.”

She had no idea what he meant, but she wasn’t going to argue. Not with Cuntlicker’s tongue slipping inside her.

“So, I was thinking,” he said. “Do you have any ideas about changes I could make to improve things? Maybe I should be stopping the wars in China and Russia? Or solving the famine in Arizona? Do you have any thoughts on that?”

It was hard to think with a tongue on her clit, she thought. It was kind of hard to think all the time, these days.

“I-I don’t remember what happened, exactly, Sir,” she said, “but it seems like every time I tried to make things better, it just made things worse.” Oh, this felt really good, like really, really good. She ran her fingers appreciatively through Cuntlicker’s blonde hair.

“Yeah, I definitely agree,” he sighed. “So, OK, maybe I shouldn’t mess with the wars, but here’s my other thought. I’m a dude. I’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about fucking female celebrities over the years. But the thing is, it seems like after you slash I slash we changed things, the world has all the same people, just different. So all those women are still here, but they’re not celebrities, and if I could just find them, well, you can guess the rest. So at least some good could have come out of all this, at least from my perspective. But I can’t make a rule about a specific person, and I have no idea where to start.”

Fuckpet was having more and more trouble thinking, and she had no idea what Eric was talking about. “Female celebrity” was another one of those contradictions in terms. Her flat stomach was tensing, beads of sweat appearing on her brow.

And yet, she had an idea. “What is it called, Sir, when you can get in and other people can’t because you know the right word?”

“You mean a password?”

“Y-yes, S-sir,” she managed. “Please Sir, can I come? Please can I come?”

“Not yet. What do you mean?”

She took several deep breaths through her mouth to get things under control, then spoke in a rush to get it all out before she couldn’t talk anymore. “You could make a rule that said ‘Anyone who writes these words, like pussy dick balls clit fuck, but different words, harder words, those are the only words I can think of, in this order, anyone who writes that thing knows where those women are.”

Eric though for a few seconds, and it felt like such a long few seconds. There was a tongue on her clit, fuck, she could feel the tension deep inside her, the colors in the room around her started to run, was he ever going to let her come, fuck!

“That’s a really good idea,” he said. “I’ll give it a try. Oh, and you can come.”

A couple minutes later, when Fuckpet was done screaming and quivering on Cuntlicker’s tongue, it occurred to her that this would have been a great idea to have back when she was making her own changes on the App. But soon she started thinking about when she was going to get to come again, and everything else went out of her head.

Two Years Later

Fuckpet was on her hands and knees on the hard, cold floor of Eric’s mansion. She was ready for him to put his feet up on her back if he needed to, but right now he wasn’t using her. Instead, he was sitting back in his easy chair as one of his other girls, a blonde, bounced on his cock. Taylor, she thought the girl’s name was. He called the newer girls by their real names, but he still called her Fuckpet.

Eric had used her “password” idea to write a rule stating that anyone who wrote the words “Pineapple Sassafras Beelzebub Quandary Zulu” all in a row would “have knowledge of the current locations of all women of celebrity status in the world prior to the writing of any new rules in this edition of the App.” He had used a very similar trick to give himself knowledge about the future moves of the stock market, then made a few million dollars, enough to buy this mansion in Malibu, with sufficient cash left over to travel the world collecting the women he wanted.

Fuckpet had no idea why Eric would want these specific women in his harem. She did know why she was now the lowest girl on the totem pole, down below Cuntlicker and everyone else he had collected since, because he had told her. He told her the world was broken now, and it was all her fault. She couldn’t remember exactly what she had done, but she knew things had been better before she had done it.

A few minutes later, Eric grunted and came inside Taylor. As his come oozed out of her pussy, the blood girl meekly asked him if she could come. He grabbed her by the throat, kissed her hard, and then said yes. She shuddered and moaned, more in relief than pleasure. Then he put his feet up on Fuckpet’s back for a while and told Scarlett and Gal to come clean his jizz out of Taylor’s pussy. The two other women complied eagerly, hoping that if they did, he would be more likely to grant them orgasms soon, too.

That day at sunset, Fuckpet gathered with the rest of the harem in the biggest room of the mansion. It had bay windows with a view out over the ocean, and pillows for the few dozen girls who now made up the harem to kneel on. All except Fuckpet, she had to kneel on the floor.

Eric arrived and stood at the front of the room, and without any prompting, every girl there began to rub herself. Usually Eric had something to say to them. About whether they were good girls, or bad girls, or sometimes to introduce someone new. Today, he didn’t say anything, he just looked around at all of the naked women around the room, most of them women who, just a few years earlier, he furtively masturbated just thinking about. Now they were the ones furtively masturbating to thoughts of him, heads bowed, hoping he would allow them enough orgasms to get through the day. He had decided to make the best of a bad situation, and he thought that, at least from his perspective, it was a pretty good best.

Most of the time, Fuckpet didn’t think of anything at all, just concentrating on the feelings flooding her pussy and her nervous system. But lately, she had realized, she longed for more. Even through the wildly misfiring dopamine, she knew there had to be something else. Surely there were men who would let her come without blaming her for things she couldn’t even remember doing? Maybe she could persuade Eric to let her go to a man who just wanted to pull her hair and give her a good plowing. That…that would be so nice.

Then, Eric told his harem they were all dirty sluts who didn’t deserve their orgasms, but they had his permission anyway. His heart didn’t seem to be in the insult, but he had to dominate them somehow, or they wouldn’t be able to come. The room filled with moans and heavy breathing. A few girls collapsed on the floor. A few others squirted onto the marble tile. Selena was the messiest, as usual.

And yes, Fuckpet came, too, her stomach quivering, her voice shaking in her throat. But something about it just wasn’t satisfying. She already wanted the next one.

“OK,” Eric said. “Dua, Margot, please come to my room. The rest of you relax for a little bit, I might call for you later. Oh, and Fuckpet, there’s a mess on the floor. Go ahead and lick it up, would you?”

Fuckpet got down on her hands and knees next to one of the puddles of girlcum. Yes, it was definitely time for a change.

The End

Author's Note: Thanks to all the readers, I really appreciate all of your feedback! I recognize the basic concept here is not a new one, hopefully it was a least a new enough spin to justify writing the story. I have had this basic idea for a while, and I had thought of doing this as a thread of the classic "Changing the Rules," in fact, but when I saw this contest posted I figured that, out of the ideas I had, it was the one that I could write the quickest and had an actual beginning, middle, and end. In any case, I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks again!