Bound By Blackmail Ch 23

I stood there pinned against the counter, completely at Eric's mercy. His hands quivered as they held my body. I was waiting for them to tear down my thong and for him to take me. All his actions seemed like he wasn't going to afford me the ability to choose for myself.

Eric began to lean forward and I closed my eyes in anticipation of his sexual assault. I could feel his beer-laced breath on my neck as he brought his face down next to mine.

"So, Dafni. Are you going to let me fuck you?"

Even through all the intensity and my clear lack of means to stop him, he still wanted my consent. That was a small relief but in itself was practically moot. What choice did I really have other than potentially causing me more trouble than a mere quickie with this guy. His question might as well have been a mere courtesy. It seemed that again my best interest was to perform the act that I wanted no part of.

Shamefully, I leaned down over the counter and poked my ass out to where it made contact with his erection. At that point, I gave it a little wiggle.

"You can have your fun with me. I just like playing hard-to-get," I joked in a coy tone.

That was all he needed to hear. The hands that were still under my skirt and on my ass reached into the waistband of my panties and yanked them down. I could hear his heavy breathing as he seemed excited and nervous all at the same time. This was probably some sick thrill that would never happen with any other actual girl who was of her own free will.

If there was any silver lining I could find in that situation, it was that he didn't seem eager to savor the moment. He wanted to fuck and he got right to the point. I felt the cock that had been circling me around the island make contact. First it parted my cheeks and then found my hole. I'd say mostly due to my double fucking from the girls and their huge dildos the night before, his dick slipped in fairly easily. I was still mighty sore and a little raw, but I didn't feel like he was ripping me in two.

Eric was making quiet groaning and grunting noises as he plowed into me. His balls smacked me which caused the flesh-on-flesh clapping noise to echo around the room. I felt so ashamed! I dreaded the thought of anyone coming down to see what was taking place.

Eric grabbed my hair and yanked back and used his other hand to slap my right cheek. I moaned both in sort of surprise but more so in a whorish tone. I wasn't enjoying myself by any means, but I was trying to give him some kind of auditory stimulant to get him over the top.

"Oh...OH FFFUUUCCCKKK!" He said in a strung along obscenity as his load was shot into my pussy. Even beyond that, he continued to fuck me for a few more seconds before he collapsed on my back. The two of us were leaned over my kitchen island, him with his cock still buried in me.

"That felt great, Dafni. Did you enjoy that too?" He asked, like he was trying to fucking make small talk.

"I enjoyed that you enjoyed it, Mr. Eric," I said somewhat honestly.

He pulled out of me and spun me around to where I was looking up at him. The look he gave me was a smug, arrogant one; as if he were some great sex God that had just given me a treat. I never would have thought it of the guy who could barely look me in the eye the night before. If that wasn't nauseating enough, he took hold of my dainty apron and proceeded to wipe his dick off with it. There was only really cum on it since my pussy was relatively clean, but it was the point.

"Thanks, Dafni," he said before he strode back to my couch where he laid back down to rest some more. All I could wonder was where had the shy, quiet guy gone?

What a fucking morning!

After cleaning myself out again and putting on a new apron from my armoire, I continued with the clean up and then proceeded to make breakfast. It smelled amazing. There were eggs, and bacon, and biscuits, and even batter to make pancakes. It was beyond difficult to cook all that and not even have a nibble of it. The thought crossed my mind to try. I mean, would anyone really know. Then I considered that Brady had made sure my renters knew my diet and that I'd be in trouble if I deviated in the slightest. As delectable as it all looked and smelled, I would have to simply stick to my tiny fruit bowl.

The girls I served in bed as requested. Katie came to the door to let me in. It was clear that both of them were just as tired and hungover as the guys. I wished that I had of just let them sleep and had a little peace to myself around the house, but I didn't know how they'd take it for letting them snooze half the day away.

"Your breakfasts, Mistresses," I said.

"Come on, Christy. The maid's brought us food."

Both of them slept in my bed in nothing but their panties and a baby doll shirt. There was no bra beneath and I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting downwards.

"Quit giving us that lesbian stare and go find a cock to suck or something," Christy said in a groggy tone. I quickly exited the room and left them alone. I didn't take her suggestion about where to go seriously and simply just headed back downstairs.

It was around noon before everyone got up and moving around. The guys sat at the kitchen table and ate a cold breakfast that didn't seem to bother them. Brad even ate a piece of pizza that had been sitting on the counter all night. As I moved about the kitchen, I could almost feel Eric's eyes on me. I'd hoped that perhaps after more of the alcohol had worn off that he'd become more docile. I guess when you fuck someone like he fucked me, that shyness goes out the window.

"Hey guys," Christy said as both she and Katie entered the kitchen. "Just out of curiosity, who pissed all over the fucking guest shower upstairs?"

The three guys looked at each other and then Trent eyed me. Clearly he hadn't forgotten that I was upstairs relieving myself as well. Perhaps that was why he thought he could throw me under the bus.

"It was the maid! It was Dafni!" He yelled out, pointing my direction.

The girls knew immediately. Instead of just disputing his accusation towards me, Christy wanted to use me as an actual piece of evidence. She quickly walked over, grabbed ahold of my skirt, and lifted it so everyone got a full view of my caged cock.

"Girls can't aim, dipshit! Even sissy-girls can't shoot upwards like that!" With that explanation, my skirt was batted down. I couldn't help but see that both Katie and Brad had repressed smirks. Trent just shook his head and went back to eating his meal.

"I just figured she wanted something to clean up," Trent said with a full mouth. He shoved even more eggs into his mouth and added, "I figured I was doing the bitch a favor."

"Thanks for looking out," Christy said with a shake of her head. She clearly didn't buy his bullshit. "But Katie and I will give the maid her duties."

Once breakfast, or more like lunch, was done, the girls took off upstairs to get themselves ready. It was beyond awkward with Eric still at the table. He didn't say anything to me; I assumed due to his drunken state dissipating. I tried to busy myself with dishes or wiping down countertops; whatever kept me on my side of the island.

It was about fifteen minutes later when the girls came back down. They were both dressed in black leggings that showed every contour of their long legs and beautiful backsides. Katie had on a blue sweater with a tan scarf laid loosely around her neck. Christy was dressed similarly with a pink sweater and black scarf. I swear they could have been sisters.

"We're all going out for a bit to pick some things up. We won't be gone long, but I expect the table to be cleared and the kitchen cleaned before we get back. Got it?" Christy said.

"Yes, Mistress Christy."

"And don't try to go anywhere. You wouldn't want your chastity going off," Katie added.

"No, Mistress Katie. I wouldn't," I said. That order wasn't necessary. If everyone was leaving, then having the place to myself would be amazing. Plus, there were no male clothes in the house for me to wear and I wasn't about to head out looking like some slutty girl going to a Halloween party.

True to their word, everyone left about ten minutes later. Both Brad and Trent gave some remark about seeing me later. Eric, giving me a shy, eyes-to-the-floor head nod, followed he buddies out the door. I curtsied as they departed, hoping to never lay eyes on them again.

It was a great reprieve being once again alone in my own home. This was a scenario that didn't happen often. Too bad that I couldn't thoroughly enjoy it by wearing comfortable clothes or actually being able to sit back and relax. Still, I busied myself in the kitchen, content enough in the knowledge that I was alone if only for the moment.

The girls, as promised, didn't stay gone long. They simply took a trip down to the local market. They just picked up a few grocery items. It was the reason behind it that made me nervous.

"Hope you had fun last night, because tonight is doing to be even better," Katie said as I entered the kitchen from fetching their bags from their car.

"We wanted to keep it small the first night here, getting settled and all," Christy added. "We made multiple invites and spread the word of our...entertainment here. I imagine it'll be a full house."

The girls both had a laugh at my reaction. There wasn't much I could say or argue to them. I knew what entertainment she was referring to and I already had a feeling just what would be expected of me. That in itself was bad enough. I would have the whole afternoon to dread it, but the girls weren't going to let me off that easy. They still wanted to have some playtime at my expense.

"Oh, Dafni!" I heard Christy call in a sing-song tone. "We've got another toy for you to try."

It was reasonable that they wanted the house tidied up and ready for company. What wasn't reasonable were the means in which they wanted this executed. I already had difficulties trying to march around the house in my high heels to clean. The girls were about to hinder that ability far greater than that."

"What is that for?" I asked as they first showed me another strange item from the damned toy chest.

"This is what you're going to wear this afternoon to do a bit of cleaning," Christy said.

What she held up looked like a harness with multiple leather straps. This one, unlike their strapon harnesses, looked as if it would go around a wearers head and not their crotch. There were three thick straps that looked to wrap around the head; two around the sides and one over the top. What worried me the most was the strange mechanism that looked to actually go in the wearers mouth.

"Oh, and don't forget this," Katie chimed in.

The next item was a rod that was a little more than shoulder-width apart. In the middle was a hoop that looked just large enough for my neck with two smaller hoops on each end that looked just big enough for my wrists.

"What are you going to do with those," I couldn't help but ask.

"We're going to have fun putting this stuff on you and watching you clean," said Christy.

I was ushered to the kitchen table where I was told to take a seat in one of the chairs. After Katie removed the headdress from atop my head, she worked to secure the harness on me. I first had to open wide to allow the mechanism in. That I really didn't want to do.

"Please, Mistress Katie! Don't put that on me!"

"It's not going to hurt you. You'll have so much fun once we show you what it's for," she assured me

After practically shoving it into my mouth, I found that there was a mouth piece that me teeth slid into. It forced me to hold my mouth about two-thirds the way open. While I tried to get comfortable with that, she worked to faster the straps around my head. The fit was very tight with not much play.

At the same time, Christy was working around her friend to put me in the restraining bar. First, my neck was locked in the center hoop and then she moved on to lock up my wrists; first my right and then my left. Each arm was held up at a ninety-degree angle. Christy got a kick out of that and decided to poke a little fun at me.

"Stick em' up!" She joked, using her thumb and index finger to make the shape of a gun. I was unamused to say the least.

After both contraptions were secured on me, little padlocks were put in place to make sure I wouldn't be getting out on my own; as if I had the capacity to fucking remove them myself. All I could do was moan and grumbled up at them in my precarious position.

"Don't worry, you look good," Katie assured me. "Just one, little touch," she said, sliding my lacey headdress back into my hair. Couldn't forget that!

"Let's give you the quick rundown on this toys you're wearing," Christy said.

The girls helped me up and then escorted me over to the wall where a stand had been set up with what looked to be various cleaning items; each of them attached to a one to two foot rod. There were things like; a mop, a broom, a duster, a toilet scrub brush, a sponge, and various other devices that I had no idea what they'd be for.

"That harness you're wearing," Katie started, "is what you'll use with each of these attachments."

Christy continued with, "To select one, you need only to lean down and let the tip slip into the slot over your mouth," Katie explained. Her soft hand came up, grabbing my chin, while she let her index finger tip the piece over my mouth. "You'll hear a clicking sound and know that you've got it locked in."

The part In the middle was somewhat self-explanatory. Whatever device I selected would be used in a somewhat conventional manner; all except instead of using my hands to control it, I'd be using my face! To mop or sweep, I'd be down on my knees while pushing whichever one across the floor with my mouth! It was a completely impractical and frankly humiliating way to clean. I'm sure that's why Brady and Eve decided to supply it for my renters to use.

"When you want to select a new device, gently set it back in its stand and bite down on the bit in your mouth. That will release the locking pin and you'll be able to pull off of it. Repeat said process each time you change."

The girls were generous enough to get me a pail and some spray cleaners for the floors and bathroom walls. I was told to sweep and mop the kitchen before moving upstairs to the bathroom that Trent had pissed all over.

"Have fun!" The girls said before retreating upstairs.

I stood there with my face burning in anger. There was no need for me to even attempt to clean in such a manner other than for their entertainment. Brady sure knew how to pick them. With him in mind, I considered getting my phone and contacting him so he would know what they were making me do. It only took a second to come to my senses. He wouldn't do shit about it other than laugh his ugly head off. He would be getting a kick out of how these girls were treating me. I'd almost take them as his daughters, or family members if they weren't so cute.

Wanting to get it over with, I got the broom attachment locked onto my face and got to it. The work, I quickly found out, was absolute hell! I thought that strutting around in heels doing house work was bad. That didn't hold a candle to trying to sweep on my knees and with my face. I had to struggle to get a small pile of debris only to have to get that into a dust pan. The best I could do was wedge it against the island and push the pile into it.

Mopping was no picnic either. I had a difficult time trying to use my restrained hand to fill the bucket with water and then put it on the floor for me to use. With each dunk of the mop head, the stench would become more and more foul. I was quite disgusted in many ways, but yet after close to an hour of slow progress, I was able to get the floors taken care of.

As I sat on the floor trying to catch my breath, Katie popped into the room. I couldn't help but notice that she'd shed some of her clothing; something that most any man would love for a good-looking girl to do. These weren't ordinary circumstances.

"Looking good, Dafni," she said, standing there bare from the waist down. That is to say with the exception of her light blue panties and the huge purple cock strapped over them.

Katie walked further into the kitchen, past where I was still knelt down on the floor, and back around the island. I sat there watching her, still breathing hard through the mechanical bit in my mouth and a now unsettling feeling in my stomach. She nodded her head at the job I'd done on the floor, but after she wiped a single finger across the counter top, she became dissatisfied.

"These countertops could do with a better scrubbing. Be a good girl and switch over to your sponge attachment."

Clumsily clamoring myself off the floor, I walked over to the attachment holder and switched out the mop for the sponge. Walking past the island, I grabbed the cleaner spray bottle and awkwardly sprayed down the countertop that Katie had critiqued. She was behind me in my blind spot. My eyes strained to look back further than they were physically able to while at the same time working to scrub the surface with my face.

"You're going to have to get back further than that. Arch your back and lean into it," she ordered. I had a pretty good idea of what she was trying to actually accomplish. What made it even worse was that I was in the same corner as the one Eric had fucked me in earlier. Leaning over the counter with the edge digging into my stomach, I could almost feel him thrusting into me again.

The way I was restrained and how I was bent over, I could feel my backside swaying while I scrubbed. I already knew that she had a full view of my ass and I could almost feel her moving in on me. Just when I was about to lift back up, my predator pounced. I felt her hand land on my back to keep me down and then the other reached under my skirt for the waistline of my panties.

"You really are a tease," Katie said. I moaned a little in protest but much more when I felt her huge faux cock slam into me. The recent memories of that morning with Eric flooded back to me, only Katie's cock was much more endowed then he was.

Katie had a fast rhythm with her thrusts. She wasn't trying to savor the moment either. She just wanted to cum and by extension wanted her cock to cum too. I could hear her behind me moaning from the sensor I was sure she had shoved up in her. She got a fistful of my dress on my back back before releasing it to reach forward and grab a fistful of my hair. Most of it was trapped under the harness, which she next reached up and pulled on the tiny padlock holding it on me.

"Oh...OH SHIT!" She exclaimed as she climaxed. The end result also had the cock dump another load into me; one that I wouldn't be able to clean out until I was released from my bonds despite the bathroom being my next stop. Katie, after pulling out of me, was nice enough to pull my thong back into place and then giving me a firm slap on my bottom to get me back to work.

Cleaning the guest bath was a nightmare in itself since I had to go all the way back downstairs just to change attachments. Again, not a practical way to clean at all. Even hindered, the room was small enough that it didn't take long to sweep and mop. I did that while the cleaner I sprayed worked on the pissed-on wall of the shower.

With my sponge reattached, I stepped into the tub and began running it up and down with my face. There was a pungent mixture of cleaner and piss that wafted right up my nose. As I was squatted down in the tub trying to get the lower section, someone appeared at the door.

"Hey there, hot stuff."

It was Christy. My head snapped around with bits of water and other fluids whipping off the sponge. I found her propped up against the door frame with her bottoms missing, save for a pair of soft pink panties covered by a brightly-colored pink dildo.