Emma's New Home:
Emma watched as the gold-class limo drove away. That was her life-savings, everything that gave her pride, and it was gone, all so that her Master could fuck her in luxury seat on their ride to the apartment. She was terrified, but also excited. She wondered what else Master had in store, how else she could please him. That was all that really mattered.
She followed him into the building wearing nothing but a wet business skirt with no panties. She blushed as people gawked at her, and felt an overwhelming urge to cover her flat chest, but she didn't because Master had ordered her not to. They did not look at her as much as they did Allie, however(her former boss who had now been reduced to a minimum wage janitor). Allie swollen tits swayed with every step, red from abuse. Master slapped them, as well as her ass constantly, laughing at the surreal sound of it, and there was no end to the jiggling. Emma watched jealously, running her hands over her own flat chest and ass.
When they stepped into the elevator, Master made the both of them fall to their knees and sandwich his dick. Despite cumming in the limousine not long ago, he was hard as ever. Emma jealously worked her mouth, doing everything she could to one up Allie.
"Damn, these are your sisters!" Master said, looking through her phone. "How old are they?"
"Just turned eighteen," Emma said with a mouthful of cock.
"What are they like? Timid? Sluts?"
"Neither one has ever had a boyfriend. They're afraid they won't get to spend as much time together if they ever do."
Master licked his lips and peered into the phone. "Only downside I see is that they're about as flatchested as you."
As they stepped into the apartment, Master ordered Allie to start cooking while he took Emma into the shower with him. Allie watched jealously as they went away, and Emma stuck her tongue out at her. It was amazing how quickly their dynamic had changed. A few hours ago, Emma had been terrified of her, but now she just knew that she was Master's favorite, putting her at a far superior status to poor old Allie.
"I can't wait to fuck your sisters," Master said as he rammed his cock in to her mouth. She was kneeling in the shower, struggling to breath as all the water poured over her, but still inexplicably happy. "They look so fucking innocent. I wonder which one I'll make the pig."
"Pig?" Emma slurred around his cock.
"Yah, that's what I do with most lesbian couples, but I suppose it should work on your twin sisters as well. I make one of them a pig, worthless and dirty and dumb as fuck, while the other is just another one of my girls. Really makes them turn on each other quickly, and let's everyone know that I can and will make any of you sluts into dirt whenever I want."
Emma grimaced as she continued to suck his cock. She couldn't let that happen to her sister. She wouldn't let that happen. But as she continued to savor the taste of his meat, those thoughts dwindled away.
When they came out of the shower, there were three plates set at the table. Master laughed, and threw two of them back into the sink. "That's cute, Allie."
Allie lowered her face. "I'm sorry, Master...I thought--"
"You thought wrong, retard. Go get a little dress on, and apply to that strip club on Almond. You're making a lot less money as a janitor now, remember? You'll need to do some side work in order to pay the bills."
"I...I have savings."
"Not anymore you don't," Master said, pulling out her credit card. "Master needs a new car, and it aint gonna be cheap. Not to mention we need to renovate the fuck out of this place. Bed's way too small. Ima needa fit like thirty girls on there at some point. Also, we'll need a better AC. I like it cold."
"Yes, Master," Allie said. There was a single tear running down her cheek.
"Oh, and Allie," Master said. "Before you go, text your daughter and tell her to be here tomorrow morning. I wanna meet her, she sounds nice."
Allie choked out a sob, then nodded again and reached for her phone.
Master looked back at Emma, which made her heart flutter. She got the food ready for him, then dreamily watched as he ate, kneeling beside him. At the end, he let her lick the scraps off her plate, then put the bowl of food on the floor and told her to eat without using her hands. She did so, her pussy dripping a mixture of his semen and her own juices down her thighs. Halfway through the bowl, he started ramming her from behind, which tipped it over, spilling stew all over the floor. Her face rubbed against the stew as he slammed into her again and again, and her eyes rolled back as she came more times than she could count.
"Clean this up, then come to bed," Master said with a yawn. Emma spent a few moments panting, her ass still up in the air. Then, she cleaned up the mess, took a quick rinse in the shower, then went to her Master. She suddenly became aware that she naked the moment she stepped into the bedroom. He smiled at her, looking away from Allie's laptop. He pointed to a bundle of blankets beside the bed, and Emma under stood. She went onto all fours and climbed into the makeshift dogbed, curling herself up beside him. He stroked her wet hair for a minute, then turned away and went to sleep. But Emma couldn't sleep, and she spent most of the night rubbing her wet pussy, silently cumming at the thought of her Master. She loved him more than anything in the whole world.
**
Allie returned as Emma was sucking Master off at breakfast the following day. Her cheeks were black with running mascara, and there was a bruise on her left eye.
"You get the money?" Master asked.
She quivered and shook her head. "I...I ran into some guys. They...they took the money I made..." She fell to her knees and began to sob. Master just rolled his eyes.
"Another useless whore." He stroked Emma's hair. "I guess that tells us who the pig of this house is. Oink for me, pig."
Allie began to oink between sobs, and as she was doing so, the door jiggled to the unlocking of its key. A younger version of Allie walked in. She was wearing yoga pants, sunglasses, and a black top that barely contained her massive breasts. She took one look at her mother, then shouted, "What the fuck!?" She pulled out her phone, stepping away as she glared at Master. "I'm calling the police."
"Stay here while you do it," Master said, and Allie's daughter complied. "And come closer while I get a better look at those tits."
Allie's daughter came closer, her face contorted in fear. She held the phone to her ear, waiting as it rang.
"Tell them you're not comfortable with men," Master said. "Say you want a female officer to come over."
Allie's daughter did just that, her eyes watering as she spoke the words. When she finally hung up, she glared at Master, "I don't know what you're doing--"
"Lemme see them tits," he said. "Also, give me a name."
"Carrie," she said, glancing back at her mom, who was still sobbing and oinking on the ground, tears running down her cheeks. "What the fuck did you do to her?" she asked as she pulled her shirt and bra off, revealing massive tits, almost as big as her mothers.
Master pressed his lips together and reached for one, but Carrie slapped his hand away. He smiled. "I like that you're so feisty. Know what, I'm not gonna break your mind like I did with these two sluts. I'm just gonna break your body."
Carrie moaned suddenly, and her knees went crooked. The next time Master grabbed her breast, she shrieked in pleasure.
"Stop that," she moaned.
Master took his hand away, and she looked at it longingly. "What the hell are you still doing here?" he asked Allie. "Shouldn't you be cleaning the office?"
She stopped oinking and looked at him. "It's...saturday."
"Shit," Master raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement, then said, "Well then why the fuck aren't you at the strip club. Someone needs to pay the rent around here! This is a bouji place."
Allie sobbed as she pulled herself to her feet and stumbled back out the door. She hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, and who knew how long she would be out for this time.
"Mom!" Carrie called out, trying to leave, but Master grabbed her by the tits. "How much you make?" he asked.
Carrie gulped. "I just go to college. Mom pays for everything."
"Oh great," Master said. "Another useless one." He took Carrie over the couch and fucked her while Emma made out with him, and occasionally brought him another beer. Carrie moaned and came over and over again, all while screaming denying that she felt any pleasure. In the end, her legs were shaking so much that she couldn't stand, and drool endlessly fell from her mouth.
"Fhu-fhuck you…" she slurred, her eyes rolling back. Master slapped her tits again, then stood up. "I think we'll have to wait another day before claiming your family, titless," he said looking at Emma. "I saw a Panda Express on the way here, and I'm kinda wanting some takeout. I know they usually have a few tiny little chink sluts working there. After that, maybe we'll stop by Carrie's college. She's bound to have a lot of hotass friends."
Emma nodded, not entirely listening to every word he said. She stared as his cock as he pulled his pants back on, her mouth watering. He hadn't fucked her yet today, and she was beginning to realize how dependent on that she was. She was about to ask him when a solid knock came from the door.
Master told Emma to go answer it, and when she opened the door, there was a sturdy hispanic cop standing there. She looked at Emma--who was naked--wearily, then at Master. "We got a call from here. Is everything alright?"
"Everything's great," Master said. "Why don't you come in for a drink?"
"Oh, I really shouldn't," the cop said as she stepped inside. Her name badge said Rodrigez, but Master called her Brownpig.
"I didn't mean beer," Master said. "A Brownpig cop like you should drink…" he looked around and stopped at Emma, "...some of titless's piss."
Brownpig's face showed fury, but she still came over and knelt before Emma's pussy. Emma smiled, and looked at her Master. She would do anything for him. She pissed into Brownpig's mouth, and the top gagged, spitting out half of it before starting again. When she was done, Brownpig glared at Master furiously.
"You're gonna be in a lot of trouble for this," she reached for her taser.
"Why don't you tase yourself?" Master said, and Brownpig did it. She screamed as she shook on the ground, and when she was finished, Master told her to pepper spray herself too. She screamed at that, her eyes squeezing shut as they were too painful to open anymore.
Master came over, put a foot on her neck, and made out with Emma for a minute. Emma's little mind could hardly tell what was happening. She didn't like seeing what was happening to the cop, but she did like seeing Master happy.
"Now here's what we're going to do, Brownpig," Master said. "What's the family sitch?"
Through sobs, the cop said, "I have three kids. They're all in elementary school, and their father's a stay-at-home dad."
"Hah! You've even got a faggot to take care of your kids. Wonder how long he'll last on the streets. Sell your house, and everything in it. That includes all your stuff, your husband's stuff, and your kid's stuff. They won't have anything left except for the clothes on their backs. Transfer all the money, including everything in your bank account, to me. And quit this stupid pig job. You'll either be here, or at the strip club from now on. Got it, dyke?"
Brownpig clenched her teeth, still unable to open her eyes, and nodded.
"What're are going to do, pig?" Master asked.
"I--I'm gonna sell everything I own, and everything my kids have...all their toys and clothes and beds...and everything my husband has...and I'm gonna transfer all my money to you...and I'm gonna quit my job to become a stripper...and your slave…" She sobbed, rubbing her eyes.
"Also give me everything on you, except the keys to your car. You're gonna drive it to the strip club on Almond and apply, then you're going home to start on your little project. Comprende?"
Brownpig nodded and started to take out her phone, walkie, gun, etc.
"Clothes too, idiot," Master said, slapped her.
She sobbed and pulled off her clothes, revealing a muscular body with average tits and a bushy crotch.
"Why aren't you horny?" Master asked, and immediately, Brownpig started to moan, shoving her fingers into her pussy.
"Th-thank you...sir…" she moaned as she waddled out the door with nothing but her car keys in hand.
"Master," Master corrected, slapping her on the ass. He turned back to Emma, who had watched all this both in horror and amazement. She was incredibly horny.
"Now, where were we?" Master said. "Oh, right. Chinese takeout."