Chapter Nine

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The Razor

“So, whose asshole tastes better?” Ariana asked Eleanor from the other side of the dining table. She had apparently seen them briefly through the doorway the night before. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem upset; she really meant what she said when she agreed to Jackson the terms of their arrangement for that trip.

“I would say Leya’s,” Eleanor said as her eyes darted over to the left at her friend. Leya’s round cheeks were red with light-hearted embarrassment.

She looked around at Natasha, who was sitting beside Ariana, and continued, “But Matty might disagree, if she were here.”

“Maybe we should give her a taste test when all this is over,” Natasha breathed out salaciously. Eleanor sort of liked that idea. The heat of competition she might normally feel just came out as desire. Natasha perked up a bit and raised a finger as she added, “Oh! We could blindfold the sissy, and see if she can tell which one is yours!”

All four of them laughed together at this. Eleanor ended their laughter with, “Of course she could.”

“That sounds fun!” Ariana said just as Jackson came around the corner out of the hallway and wrapped an arm around her. She smiled brightly as he kissed her cheek.

“You should’ve joined us, babygirl,” he said to her.

“Oh, I know I’ll have plenty of you to myself in the future,” she replied, her grin not subsiding.

“Very true.” Jackson stood like a tower, extra tall and super muscular, his manly black torso exposed as he wore only a black pair of shorts.

“Do you think cucks sometimes wonder that?” Natasha asked. Everything she said that day seemed so subtly twisted, but she meant it genuinely.

Ariana laughed, not seeing what Eleanor did. “I think they hope for it,” the blonde girl said, “but deep down they know it’s never true.”

Eleanor wondered that it was just because Matty knew she would never have her to herself that she didn’t wonder if she ever would–she didn’t even seem to want to have her to herself at all–but she stayed quiet.

Natasha seemed deep in wondered. She looked up at Eleanor, her green eyes wide and wondering. Eleanor flashed her characteristic grin back at her.

“Eleanor,” she finally said, “what are your plans with Matty after this is over?”

“Yeah, tell us all your master plans,” Leya chimed in from beside her.

“I’m going to be her hotwife,” Eleanor announced with a sweetening of her smile. She felt rather proud to say it. Jackson gave her an approving look and a nod.

“I’ll continue fucking Dominik, Matty will sink deeper into being more and more cucked, and we’ll be together forever,” she elaborated.

“That sounds beautiful,” Ariana said. She reached hand up to rub Jackson’s rippling back muscles and added, “We have plans along the same lines as you.”

“Matty sounds like such a good girl,” Natasha said in her salacious slithering tone.

“Oh, she is,” Eleanor assured her.

“I had a class with her last semester. She’s so… smart,” Natasha said. This was news to Eleanor; Matty never mentioned her.

“She never told me that,” Eleanor said.

“No, but she used to mumble under her breath a lot about you,” Natasha replied, somewhat shockingly genuine. “She’s in love with you, Eleanor. It’s beautiful.”

Eleanor beamed like the sun at that. “I guess I’m really lucky,” she said.

“You are. The things Matty says about you, Mason would never say about me,” Natasha said, like she was confiding in her.

Eleanor paused a moment for something to say. “Well, hopefully the cuckold camp helps on that score,” she settled on.

“I hope they’re not being too cruel to them,” Leya said, contradictorily. You’re the one thinking of leaving him. Eleanor didn’t say anything; it wasn’t the right time to point this out.

Natasha only scoffed. “They can do whatever they want to Mason. I don’t give a fuck,” she uttered. “Piece of shit needs to learn his place.”

“I’m sure he will,” Eleanor settled the matter. She then stood up and traipsed over to the far window. It was still raining outside; the summer was gray on that day.

Water droplets hit the glass and rolled down–pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The shoreline of the lake was closer than before. That overcast sky had opened up to weep all across the land.

Eleanor whisked around and walked across the open space of the cabin towards the entryway hall, where a bathroom was. She wondered it was the first door on the right, but she opened it to discover nothing but a little broom closet.

The room was full of mops, buckets, and other cleaning supplies–as well as a coat rack with nothing but maid’s dresses hanging on it. This must be Robin’s. She closed the door and went further down the hall towards the front entrance.

The last door on the right, closest to the entrance, was the one she was looking for. She heard a buzzing sound, but opened the door anyway, not knowing what that could be.

The sight revealed to her was an unexpected one. Savannah sat on a stool in the shower–it must’ve been quite strong to handle the weight of her whole thick body–as Robin knelt beside her, lightly grazing the fiery red hair above and around her puffy pink pussy with a razor.

Her massive thighs were spread wide open for the shaving. The house-cuck’s gaze was solemn and resigned, as he was just doing a small part of his duty. His touch was so gentle yet precise, even with the blade; she knew she wasn’t gonna be cut.

Savannah looked up at Eleanor, but Robin stayed completely affixed to his current task.

“Oh! Sorry…” she said. “Just making cuck-boy here shave my pussy for Damian.” The thick redhead placed a hand upon Robin’s wimpy little head, and he grinned ever so slightly.

“Oh, that’s alright. I can wait,” Eleanor said with her smile. She sort of liked this girl, she decided, for taking the initiative over the cuckold. Maybe Leya should be pushed in the same direction.

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Matty finally felt refreshed. Goddess Alexandra had taken the liberty of shaving her down, from what little hair had sprouted out on her face throughout the past several days to her legs. Her touch had been so gentle and sweet, almost like Mommy Eleanor, when she was in the mood to be.

They had used the bathroom on the second floor level; apparently the first floor one was off-limits that day, for some reason.

Matty ran her fingers down her lithe little body, freshly smooth and hairless, like a good girl. She’d been permitted to take a shower as well, but Alexandra stayed in the bathroom with her to keep an eye on her.

“Come on, sissy-boy,” she called to her from behind the shower door. Matty opened it with her delicate fingers and stepped out onto the toweled floor below.

Alexandra was leaning on the sink–unfortunately, she’d put her pink Queen of Spades bra back on. Her fat tits were still bulging bulbs of power on her chest, and Matty couldn’t help but salivate a bit with excitement at the sight before her.

Matty stepped toward her, and she looked sort of shocked before she lowered herself to her knees. Her eyes were now on level with Alexandra’s pale, thick thighs. “Thank you, Goddess,” Matty said in a bright and clear effeminate voice.

Alexandra looked down on her without touching her and said, “Such a good girl.” Matty smiled warm and bright as she gazed up at this thick, pure snow queen. Her sapphire eyes beamed recognition down onto her, the sweetest gift she could receive for her submission.

“Dry yourself off, now,” Alexandra said in her high, sweet voice, “and then we’ll get you into your new maid outfit, slave.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty said as a matter of custom before grabbing a towel off the floor and wrapping it around her body, still on the floor beneath her superior where she belonged. She patted down and wiped off her body with the towel, one piece at a time, then immediately wrapped the towel around her head, catching all her soaked brown curls.

She hated the feeling of her hair being wet. Alexandra was so pretty up there, she met her gaze with another smile.

“Stand up, sissy bitch,” the golden blonde snow queen commanded her. Matty leapt to her feet obediently.

Alexandra then turned and retrieved a black and white maid’s dress with an elegant pattern around its collar from beside the sink. She held it up and said, “Your new sissy uniform. Are you excited?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty answered right away.

“Good,” Alexandra said before unzipping the dress’s side and holding it open by the floor for Matty to step into. She lowered one foot after the other, then the goddess pulled the dress up around her skinny little legs.

When it got to her little micropenis, Alexandra couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Such a shrimpy little sissy,” she said before covering her shame in maid’s garb.

Soon enough, the dress was pulled up around her whole clean body. Alexandra zipped up the side, making it just tight enough, then patted down the frills on Matty’s new chestpiece and skirt.

The goddess proceeded to turn her around to face the mirror above the sink. She held her chin in one hand and breathed hotly beside her, “You look so much better this way, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty said, not just to obey, but genuinely.

Her smile was bright and broad and real. Alexandra smiled, too. “Good girl,” she said, then patted her on the back and let go of her.

Matty pulled her towel down around her hair and wiped it straight a bit. She then reached for a little comb on the sink-side. She had to make herself pretty, so she combed the knots and random curls of her long hair down, knowing it would be as luxurious as Eleanor had originally prepared it before her arrival once it was dry.

She then looked to the side at Alexandra with her eyes, nervously. “Permission for makeup, Goddess?” she asked with great timidity.

“Oh, let me do it myself,” the pretty blonde replied sweetly. She then opened a drawer of the sink to retrieve a black eyeliner pen and red lipstick. “Turn to me,” she ordered while she grabbed Matty’s face and turned her to the left anyway.

The touch was so intense for Matty, as it at all times had been when a goddess deigned to do her makeup for her.

Matty smiled into Alexandra’s bright blue eyes as she carefully painted her bottom left eyelid first. Then came the top, which she flicked into a little wing on the side. The goddess was completely fixed on the task at hand, not paying any obvious attention to the sissy’s happiness at this treatment.

She took great care in it. Next came the lipstick. Alexandra applied it to her bottom lip and then ordered her, “Purse your lips for me.”

They at all times did this, so Matty knew how it went. She rubbed her lips together and then Alexandra finished her makeup with the top layer of lipstick.

“There. Now look,” she said, turning her back to the mirror. Matty felt so much better to see herself all done up again.

Her makeup was just as precise if not more than when Mommy Eleanor did it–she couldn’t get the eyeliner that close-cut on her own.

“Nice and pretty,” Alexandra said from so close to her. She then unlatched from her and ordered, “Let’s go, sissy-maid.”

Matty followed the golden blonde goddess out of the bathroom. They walked around a thin hallway to the big lilac-colored room in the center of the floor.

To Matty’s surprise, Mason was sitting on the floor right beside a couch where Fiona was lounging about–but Mason was all femmed out, as well, wearing bright pink lipstick, eyeliner, a frilly little pink skirt, and a tiny black bra. He looked clean-shaven from head to toe, as well. Matty wondered he looked better this way, too.

“Our new maid looks good,” Fiona remarked as she saw Matty enter behind Alexandra. She was grinning with mirth at just the sight of her; Matty blushed.

“Mason here will be cleaning the house in his new outfit,” the ultra-thick redhead continued, “I had to threaten to beat his ass bloody again to get him into it, but it worked.” Her smile became sly.

Alexandra looked down on Mason and giggled. “Oh my god,” she said, “What a little sissy boy.”

Mason blushed as well, but didn’t look happy or half-flattered as Matty was, just embarrassed.

Fiona then flashed Mason a little glare. “Say it,” she goaded him.

“I’m a little sissy boy,” Mason murmured, ashamed, his eyes fixed on Alexandra up above him.

Both of the goddesses laughed at him together. “Good little sissy boy,” Fiona said between her giggles.

“I assume he’s still locked?” Alexandra asked Fiona.

“Of course,” Fiona answered nonchalantly.

“Good. That’s how we’ll tell them apart,” Alexandra said with another barrage of sweet giggles–Matty hoped it was just a joke.

She shifted nervously beside the golden-haired goddess until she continued, “Well, aside from their obedience. And… I think Matty is more pathetic.”

She looked at her, her blue eyes shining like fire above her cute little turned-up nose, and Matty was forced to smile once again.

“You’re too sweet to me, Goddess Alexandra,” the maid said.

The snow queen had another little giggle and said, “See?” She was right.

Alexandra took a seat on the couch at Fiona’s right side, crossing one leg over another in a dominant stance. The two thick and pale snowbunnies were too gorgeous in their sensuality to be resisted. Their Queen of Spades bras and panties left the full thickness of their flesh exposed between them, thighs and bellies and shoulders galore.

Matty almost started salivating at the sight of all of it so closeby to herself.

Alexandra’s gaze suddenly darted up to penetrate her own. “What are you waiting for? Go get us some water, sissy,” she commanded her impatiently.

“Right away, Goddess,” Matty said as she whirled around and started towards the stairwell. She could hear those thick queens laughing at her eagerness to serve them all the way there.

She descended the steps as quickly as she could and continued on to the kitchen on the right side of the big, open ground floor.

The big room was empty; the others must have been downstairs in the dungeon or upstairs farther. It was rainy and gray outside, as she could see from the windows. Mommy must’ve had to stay inside, wherever she was–Matty didn’t quite know exactly where the goddesses had gone with their lovers.

She opened the fridge and found a big jug of ice cold water, which would surely refresh the queens upstairs. She took a couple of big glasses out of a cupboard and poured them high with the icy water. Matty was a little thirsty herself, now that she wondered about it, but she didn’t dare to pour herself any without permission.

She put the jug back into the fridge and shut it, proceeding to travel directly back upstairs to the waiting snow queens.

Matty could hear the goddesses’ prolonged giggles as she ascended the steps to return to them. “Should we check on the piss-rag?” she heard Fiona ask between her laughter as she stepped back into the room.

“Perhaps,” Alexandra replied as Matty stepped back up to them. “That boy could use a good shave, as well. Fucking gross,” she continued before letting out another barrage of giggles.

Brendan the piss-rag, Matty noted to herself–that must have been his punishment last night. She jumped a bit with energy in her skin at this realization.

Matty lingered before the couch where Alexandra and Fiona lounged and laughed at the cuckolds’ expense together. Neither of them even seemed to notice her, until Alexandra’s eyes traveled up to her slowly, followed by Fiona’s, both of them blue, both of them cold.

“Your water, my Goddesses,” Matty said with a slight bow as she held both of the glasses out for the snow queens to take.

“Good girl,” Alexandra said slyly as she took the glass out of Matty’s left hand and sipped. Fiona soon did the same with a soft little giggle.

Matty just lingered there still, clad in her brand new maid’s dress, awaiting further orders from her superiors. Mason was still kneeling there in his new femme clothes, as well, right beneath Goddess Fiona, who held his leash tight with one hand and sipped the water Matty brought her with the other.

Moments later, the blonde spoke up to ask, “Where’s Finn?”

Fiona giggled again, this time into her water glass, before answering, “He’s upstairs. I introduced him to his new duties and left him in the hands of Abraham.”

Alexandra laughed at this, as well. “Hopefully the king treats him kindly,” she remarked before taking another sip of water.

Matty just kind of shifted in her stance there. It was almost as if she wasn’t even there, really. “Do you two goddesses need anything else?” she asked nervously, afraid to speak out of turn.

They both shifted their cold gazes toward her again. “No, that’ll be all for now, slave,” Alexandra said, matter-of-factly.

Both Alexandra and Fiona looked at her so cruelly, as if they were almost annoyed with even her presence. It made Matty feel so degraded, as they were both so gorgeous and powerful, both of them could order her to do anything they wanted and she would follow through without a single reservation.

They just sat there imperiously with the cleavage of their gigantic breasts showing above the fat of their exposed bellies and glared at her with their bright blue eyes. She felt compelled to worship their superior bodies at such a sight, and hoped they would demand this of her eventually.

“Actually, I have an idea,” Fiona said, cutting through the silence of Matty’s thoughts and visions. “Get on all fours, beta,” the thick redhead commanded her.

Matty obeyed without question, instantly. “And you, little bitch,” Fiona ordered Mason in a dark and snarling tone as she tugged his leash across her thighs to force him forward.

Matty looked into Mason’s eyes, both of them on the floor facing each other now–the look of utter defeat was palpable.

It only grew as Fiona’s bare feet went up on Mason’s back, transforming him into nothing but a footstool to be used. Soon enough, Matty felt Alexandra’s feet perch up on her back, as well.

She smiled a bit, happy to be useful; Mason only scowled in his defeat. It would be a long eleven days until their release for him, Matty noticed to herself.