The new "Man" of the house wants her dick sucked.

Meg finally lets go of you and you keel over onto the shower floor, letting out a long agonized moan as she pulls the dildo out of you without being gentle at all. Meg laughs as she gets up and begins to walk out of the bathroom, giving Lois a rather hard spank across her ass as she leaves and heads into the bedroom. You can only lay there crying, trying to make sense of the world you apparently now live in. You close your eyes and try to not focus on the pain you feel in your violated ass. You hear something moving around and see that Lois is slowly making her way into the bathroom, crawling towards you as best she can, and despite what Meg has put you through, it's the sadness in her eyes that truly breaks your own spirit. It's not even her pain, although you're sure that she suffered a similar fate to what has befallen you. It's the way she seems to feel, through her bindings and gag. You can feel the sense of hopelessness between you two, she has completely surrendered to her daughter, body and soul. That means she has lost any and all confidence in you to take back control, while you're sure she still loves you, she does not see you as her protector, or even man. In her eyes you can feel that she sees you as just another victim like herself, another Bitch. You try to look at her, try to show some semblance of strength but you just can't. The shame you feel is far worse then the pain your ass had suffered and before the two of you can communicate further, Meg walks back into the bathroom, her footsteps far louder then before.

You crane your neck to look up at her just as she grabs your hair and pulls you easily up off the ground and to your knees. By the time you see what's about to happen, she thrusts the dildo almost balls deep down your throat. You struggle and gag, trying to breath and pull away but she is clearly far stronger then you could possibly hope to be. Amid your resistance, you notice that she is now wearing the dildo as well as a strap-on harness. She holds your face still by the hair until she finally lets go, allowing you to crumple to the floor, gasping for breath.

"That was pathetic, you're gonna learn how to suck my dick, and suck it good, Bitch. Now come back here."

She drags you back up to her false erection and forces the toy past your lips and begins to lightly thrust her hips into your face. You try to relax your mouth and open it wider, more trying to let air pass through your lungs then trying to give her a better blowjob. As she keeps a steady rhythm, at least letting you get used to the feeling of having your throat fucked, you manage to look down and realize she was fully clothed now, she was wearing your leather work boots, a pair of your jeans and one of your wife beater tank tops, her decent tits visible through it, her nipples probably as hard as the toy between your legs. She slowly begins to speed up as she feels you've had enough time to acclimate to your new role and to her pleasure, you do manage to stay still as uses your mouth a little harder. After a few minutes she finally pulls out. Lois watches you as you stumble back to all fours, feeling shame like you've never felt before, as well as a humiliating realization that your cock is rock hard. You don't think that Lois has noticed but you loose your train of thought as you are grabbed and **** back into the position Meg had you in earlier. She draws your knees up under you, pushing your face to the tile floor, turning your face so you are facing Lois. You realize what is about to happen to you and wish she wasn't there, you wish Lois was still in the bedroom, tied up or otherwise. Even though you can't stop this from happening, you wish she wasn't here to witness Meg taking your last shred of masculinity.