Two discusting lesbians

Chapter 8

A sight rarely seen in Cascadia awaits you at your front door.

Two women, unaccompanied, without a man.

One of them seems to muster you with frightened but slightly determined eyes, hands fidgeting and posture unsteady.

The other one seems as if she is near collapse, looking at you as if you might chop her head of at the spot.

You like their stares but are, if not perplexed, at least annoyed to see them.

Nicolle stands behind you, lets you speak, and waits submissively for her services while you address the two women in a stern voice.

"What's the disturbance?" You're not used to speaking with women who don't have an intelligent Cascadian man at their side, but as a police officer, you're used to the most absurd situations. You once pulled a woman out of a research facility who desperately tried to work as a scientist there. So you'll be able to handle these strange creatures who look at you submissively with ease. They see you and fall into womanly behavior, standing at attention, breasts out, hands clasped behind their backs, ready to be touched or used.

"Hello, Sir," says the blonde with the ugly short hair. "My name is Susan." She bows her head low and greets you humbly but without the right terminology. You frown. The other woman, with red, dyed hair, also ugly and short, looks at Susan and quickly imitates her, not quite as skillfully. Then Susan continues. "This is my slut, Kelly." You look at the other woman, who almost collapses under your scrutinizing gaze.

"'elloh..." the redhead tries to whisper softly without looking at you, **** her words.

"Your slut?" you ask, and Susan nods. You have a nagging suspicion concerning these two sluts.

"Yes, Sir. We are pathetic, disgusting lesbians, a disgrace to nature and society," Susan obediently displays her birth defect as expected. "Please excuse our disorder, but are you Mr. Jim Calloway?" You nod, again letting the fals terminology slip. These two don't seem too intelligent and you are patient, seeing if they can find the words to communicate their point clearly enough. A point you already guessed, if not in annoyed realization.

"Where is your legal guardian? Why are you speaking to me without a male superior?" Anger simmers beneath your controlled voice. Here are two sinful lesbians standing before you, without a man at their side who can benefit from their bodies. The blonde, Susan, reaches beside her and hurriedly, almost in panic, pushes her slut onto her, then follows her. At least they know the basic womanly greeting technique. Together, they lower their heads and bow to you, pressing their lips to your shoes.

"That's why we're here, Sir," you hear Susan's voice as her slut begins to tremble. "We've been bound in shame for two weeks and we don't have a legal guardian yet."

"What?" you ask, aghast, pulling your feet away from them. Kelly cowers fearfully at your feet, but Susan looks up at you with a stony expression. "Who's responsible for this?"

"The city... eh... It's our fault, of course, since we don't think we need a man in our lives like the disgusting lesbian whores we are. The city said that since you're the new police chief, you'd take care of the matter." Hesitantly, Susan stands up again and looks at you apologetically, her eyes shimmering in fear. "We live right next door, Sir." Great. One of your neighbors is a fat, good-for-nothing who can't control his wife, the others are two lesbians who are no use to any man. And the city allows both. No wonder, as chief of police, you have sole authority over the city's public order. A city where you have plenty to do.

And in this situation, I send my children to school? Let Alex off the leash and Melodie without my protection?

"So? What does that have to do with your misdeeds?" You're a police officer, male, strong, and intelligent. And even if the two women don't have the basic cognitive ability to solve moderately serious problems, you have to deal with them.

"Sir," Susan begins quickly, her words almost tumbling over each other. "Since the city thought you graciously would take care of us lowly dumb insects and help us be good, we were hoping you... might be willing to be... I mean, would consider to be... our legal guardian?"

That's too much. Nicolle's snorting giggles sound from behind you. You turn to her and she immediately falls silent and bows her head while the two lesbians look at you fearfully. That's the first spanking for your wife, a small misbehavior, barely ten strong blows on her perfect round ass... And after that twenty more because you want to hear her beg for your cock.

"Sir!" Susan speaks again, annoying you. You know this city is rotten, but hoped to have time to fuck your new wife's silly little brain out before shit starts to hit the fan. Not in this city. Not with dumb lesbian cunts. "We know we need a man to make us useful so we can continue our disgusting lesbian behavior. And we know we are unworthy to stand in your shadow, Sir! But..." Next to her, the red-haired slut, Kelly, you seem to remember, bursts into tears. "Sir. We will do anything you ask of us," the blonde slut whimpers pathetically. "We are good lesbians, Sir. As best we can with our defect. We..." Cautiously, as if looking into a loaded gun, Susan crawls towards you on her knees, lifts herself up, and places her hand on your arm. "We submit ourselves to you, Sir, the Chief of Police, if you allow it. Who better to teach us and make us useful members of society? We want to serve, Sir, we promise. We are not evil. But Sir... please..." Susan's eyes also become moist. "We've loved each other our entire lives, and the city... the last police chief... We have the paperwork. We've been granted permission to fuck as shame-bound sluts, Sir. We just want to be together, Sir. Nothing more." Then the blonde lesbian reaches out and places her hand, trembling, between your legs. The redhead gasps in panic as her slut massages your cock through your pants with her slim fingers. "We'll do anything you ask, Sir," Susan says in a raspy voice, trying to sound sexy and fuckable. "We know the rules. We're young and unused. Please become our legal guardian and allow us to stay together and..."

"That's enough," you interrupt Susan, swatting her hand away. The woman looks at you as if her world is collapsing, which it will if you decide to reject her. "It was clearly a mistake by the old administration to allow two defective women to form a bond in shame. And to do so without being of any use to a man."

"Yes, Sir... We... But..."

"Quiet." Your gently spoken word is like punching her in the face. "You don't even know that an unmarried woman isn't allowed to speak in the presence of a man." Annoyed, you roll your eyes and pull Nicolle next to you. She's immediately at your side, pressing her ample breasts against you and massaging your cock better than Susan can, her eyes adoringly focused on the ground, not participating but supporting her husband.

"I should send you to a farm," you say threateningly. "Too much wasted potential." This makes Kelly scream, forgetting, as you guessed correctly, everything that makes a woman.

"No! Sir, please! We..." Susan turns around and stops the outcry with a sharp hiss. You would have preferred to hit the redheaded slut, but the two women aren't your property.

Not yet.

"Okay," you say, seeing that Nicolle is so well-behaved that she doesn't even grimace at the thought of having to share you with two disgusting lesbians. You're the man, you decide. And you decide well. "I am someone who upholds the laws and the right to freedom in Cascadia." An annoyed groan. "Women, even such revolting creatures as you two, are protected by our laws, and it is not my place to judge anyone who is attracted to the opposite sex." You rub your eyes. "It is your right to live together as shame-bound partners, and I represent that right. And you are doing the right thing, even if it is too late." Susan looks up at you.

"Sir?" You roll your eyes. Of course, a woman doesn't understand what it means to serve society. A woman's life takes place in the kitchen and the bedroom. Politics and maintaining the fragile balance of society are as foreign to them as electricity is to a cockroach.

"I do it," you explain in easy-to-understand terms. "I will become your legal guardian."

"Yes Sir? Oh my god thank you, Sir!" Susan falls to her knees in front of you again and roughly pulls Kelly with her. The two press their small tits to the floor, asses up, and their heads touch the tips of your shoes again. "We'll do anything you say and..." She quickly looks up at you through her short blonde hair. "I'll take your cock inside me like I want nothing else." You look at Kelly, examining her. It's clear that Susan wants to protect her.

"I'm not doing this for myself," you inform the two mistakes of nature and your wonderful wife. Nicolle understands, of course, and strokes your hand as you look around your neighborhood. "This city needs a police chief who will restore stability and order." Then you look at the two women and shake your head in amusement. "Tsk tsk. Free-roaming lesbians without a man." More seriously, you continue. "Stop wasting my time. You're not the most important thing today. I'm taking my daughters to their first day of school now. Tonight I'll come back and see how you two are living, make a list of things I want to see improved, examine your behavior and your interactions with men." You wave them away. "Now fuck off." Susan and Kelly jump up, and Susan shoos her slut away from your door, but not before frantically thanking you.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! Thank you! We're so happy you're our legal guardian, Sir! Thank you, Sir! See you tonight, Sir! We'll be ready, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"

"Discussing," Nicolle mutters over and over as she ties your tie and prepares you for the day. "Scum. Why are these animals allowed to form a bond in shame?"

"Because in Cascadie, everyone has rights," you say, grinning and stroking your wife's tender skin. She is so beautifull when she is angry. Maybe you fuck her even without the blows on her perfect ass.

Who am I kidding?

"That's something you can't understand." Nicolle nods and looks at you lovingly. "I love this country. Look at the rest of the world. Shitholes everywhere. We are the only light of freedom. Just because I don't like something doesn't mean I have the right to forbid others from doing it." You nod to the door. "Those two bitches want to act like stupid animals and not serve a man? That's discusting and wrong, but they're protected by our law just like you and I are. They're following the law, they've come to me, and I can help them."

"I'm just worried about our children, Master," she confesses. "Melodie is so innocent, and now this... cancer is living in our neighborhood." You pull Nicolle closer and kiss her, silencing her with your teeth on her lower lip.

"Take good care of our daughter," you say soothingly. "But don't be afraid. I will protect you and our family." Nicolle hugs you as if you've been married for years.

"I know, Husband." Then she checks your suit one last time. A father has to look his best for his daughter's first day of school. "This family has the best Master and owner we could wish for. You protect us. You care for us. You think for us."

"All for you." Another kiss. You can't get enough of Nicolle.

Alex and Melodie are already standing next to you in their traveling gear. First layer is the uniform that heir schools demand of them, second layer consists of strong straps of hard leather around their chests, arms, lower bodies and legs. Secure but nondescript chastity belts ensure that only you can determine who fucks them in their primary holes. Mouth gags from strong leather, bound around the midriff of their heads, allow you to determine with whom your daughters interact and who they are allowed to orally service while their hairstyles aren't obstructed too baldly. Handcuffs behind their backs, hands and elbows (even if not fastened particularly painful) signal that you are the one who cares and is there for them. The key card on their upper bodies indicates their status in society, and the obligatory collar and leash around their slender necks shows which man the two girls belong to. As a loving father, you find it cruel, dangerous, and lazy to blindfold Melodie and Alex and plug their ears so that they become even more dependent on you. You raised them both well, were a good father to them, and know you can trust them, suppressing their childish, primal womanly instincts of sucking and fucking for their father. Other fathers may need to control their daughters, but you support your two angels with their uniforms and give them the opportunity to perceive and enjoy the world around them without the distractions that a woman's free will imposes on them.

"Ready for the day?" Nicolle asks you lovingly.

"Ask our children," you reply with a laugh, and the two nod as best they can in their latex bandages, Alex in loving red, Melodie in obedient black. Then Nicole hands you the two leashes, and you lead your daughters to your car.