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My Mom and my Sis are my Sex Slaves Part 1

David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about.

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Adulteress’ Punishment – Part 3

Miranda’s cruel husband brings her forbidden bodyguard-lover to join the ‘party’ of torments he has planned for them. Will Miranda survive? Will Matthew? Or will Jake’s sadistic sexual torments be too much for them to bear?

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Broken Birds, Part 18, Full Circle

Part 18
Full Circle
They found her on a fairway of an exclusive golf course.
She lay where she had fallen, curled in a fetal position, her face resting in a pool of vomit. Duct tape wrapped around her head, eyes and ears prevented her from most sensory input. It had some writing on it. One earlobe hung down, ripped when they had used her earrings to impale her mouth. She still tasted the female juice, semen, feces and piss. She smelled foul. Her hands were taped behind her back. Dried blood caked her knees and one of her nipples. Fresh blood dripped onto her hideously bruised inner thighs. Dark, angry lines crisscrossed her ass, thighs and breasts.
The message written across the duct tape said, “Tell Robert how it feels.”
Mercifully, she would never remember the ride to the hospital or the horror of her examination.
Her first conscious memory was of her father yelling into his cell phone about castrating the bastards.
The nurse touched his arm, nodding to the bed. He quickly terminated the call and went to her bedside where his wife sat, holding her hand.
The girl lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, one eye covered with a patch where her eyelid had ripped when they removed the duct tape. Caked blood lined one nostril.
Her mother spoke in soft, gentle tones, trying to reach her. It was no use. The girl was reliving a nightmare she could not understand.
Finally a nurse came in and injected a liquid into the drip and the girl closed her eyes, never having moved an inch or uttered a sound.
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“I’m sorry Senator,” the graying female trauma counselor said softly, “She’s trying to process it all. She’ll begin reacting when she’s ready. I have no idea when. When she does come out of it, she’ll need a lot of love and help.”
“But she’ll be OK, right?” asked her mother.
“I don’t know, Mrs. McDale. I hope so, but there are no guarantees.”
He took his wife in his arms as she started sobbing uncontrollably. Senator McDale’s blood pressure caused his face to redden and bulge, but he comforted her.
A State Police Captain approached him.
“Do you have the bastards that did this to her?” he demanded.
The Captain looked unhappy. “They apparently used condoms, so there’s no DNA. They washed her down, flushed her colon and douched her thoroughly, so most forensics are gone. No fingerprints that we could find. They used common tape and marker. She walked quite a way based on her foot cuts, so we don’t even know where they put her out. No fingernail scrapings. They apparently came up from behind and used an electric prod to subdue her. She’s not able to tell us anything. This was a planned attack. Based on the message, it was by someone angry with your son. We’ll look into other complaints against him. There were a number of girls that came forward after that Shannon girl’s message. We’ll check them out.”
“In other words, you have nothing.”
The Captain nodded.
“Do you think it has anything to do with the Shannon girl?” he asked reluctantly.
“I don’t think so. It would make no sense. That was several years ago. If her family or friends wanted to hurt Robert, they had a perfect opportunity. Instead, she helped him. She’s a rape victim. After what she went through, I doubt she could even think about hurting another woman that way,” he thought a minute, “I think it is probably the brother of a victim. Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing if the victim is one of those that came forward.”
Actually the Captain had a pretty good idea of the attackers, or at least two of them. He also knew he would never prove it. Sons of the rich almost never got charged. His sister had not been raped, but his girlfriend had.
The nurse scuttled in, asking the McDales to come with her.
The doctor sat with them. She was a younger version of the trauma counselor, slender with kind eyes.
“Physically, your daughter sustained a number of injuries. First, when the cops ripped the tape off, they damaged her eyelid. That needs to be repaired immediately as those nerves and muscles are pretty complex and can be permanently damaged easily.” They nodded. The doctor signaled to the nurse. “Get the room ready.”
“Second she has sphincter and vaginal tearing that we’ll need to repair. Fortunately, her cervix and uterus are OK. She has esophageal bruising, but not so severe that we needed to do a tracheotomy.”
“She has jaw bruising and possible ligament damage from having her jaw stretched too far by some sort of dental device. She also has some lung damage from ingesting urine or vomit.”
Mrs. McDale sobbed uncontrollably. The doctor patted her hand. “All of that we can fix, but I can’t promise anything about her emotional health.”
Senator McDale was famous for holding composure when others lost theirs. His mind raced, knowing there was something that had been said that might help.
His eyes tightened at the thought. The Shannon girl had come through her hell. He wondered how. He knew Peter was dead, but Senator McDale had many friends. He had to find out, completely forgetting his word to Peter.
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Two days later Tim called on the sattelite phone, never a good sign. He explained what had happened and what the Senator wanted for his daughter.
The last thing Michael wanted was to help McDale again. Beth had nightmares for weeks after giving her statement. Now he wanted her to break cover and expose herself.
First he went to Alice and explained. Alice knew Beth well. It had to be her decision.
They found Beth in animated discussion with Maria. Maria had blossomed in the days since they made love, becoming quietly confident rather than insecurely cocky. She had been right after all. Even Alice agreed. They had fixed her, after a fashion.
After explaining that the McDales wanted Beth to come to them, she looked at Michael. Inside she fought her natural empathy with her own needs. It was a testament to her recovery when she said, “No. I won’t be away from you or the girls for months helping her.”
Alice put a hand on Michael’s arm. “Would it be safe to bring her here? We have Alice and Jennifer.”
“I’ll have to think about that one,” Michael said trying to buy time, his mind racing, slowly shaking his head. Rafaela and the Walsh women were still too vulnerable.
He phoned Tim. “Tim, what if we brought the girl to a neutral place or here? Beth won’t be away from us and, I Goddamn well don’t want to be away from her. What about the safe house in South Australia?”
“Let me check if we can get some surrounding houses.”
“Don’t commit to anything yet, I just want to know my options.”
He returned to Beth and Alice and explained the possible option.
Tim called back and said he could make it happen, though it would be expensive, but the Senator would pay.
Tim contacted a friend who, in turn, contacted the Senator. It was weak security at best, but Tim also saw the upside. If he helped the Senator’s daughter, his security work would double or triple.
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Senator McDale took his laptop into his daughter’s room, her refuge from the world since being discharged from the hospital. The doctors were hopeful that her eyelid repair would work, but privately they doubted it. The tear had cut major nerves.
The trauma counselors were concerned with both Kat and Robert who blamed himself for her rape.
She had been lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. She rolled away from him, hiding the bandage over her eye. She gasped as the movement ripped new scar tissue from the stitches in her vaginal floor.
“Come on Honey. I wanted to show you something.”
He opened the laptop and played the message from Beth.
A lovely blonde woman was on the screen, “Hello Kat,” she said softly, “my name is Beth, and yes, I was raped by your brother.” She paused as a brief flashback of Robert on top of her sent chills down her back.
“I won’t lie to you. I still remember that terrible night and will for the rest of my life. But with the help of an incredible man and my family, I’ve learned to live, love and laugh again.”
“I’ve been told you’ve seen my before and after video, so you know it can be done. I can’t promise it will help, but if you like, we’d like to try to help. But I will not abandon my family, even for you, so it will mean leaving your family for a time, maybe a long time. I know, I am still healing.”
“So it’s really up to you. Reach out to people that have been through the hideously painful hell you’re in or sink ever deeper into it.” Beth paused.
“If you’re coming, Honey, come soon. You won’t be sorry.”
Kat looked up at her father, her lower lip quivering. The pain in her eyes ripped his soul.
“Do you want to go, Honey?”
She nodded many times, over and over, “it can be done…” For the first time since her rape, she slept without pills that night, clinging to the hope of salvation from another tortured soul.
Robert came home from his University two days later to say goodbye. He and Kat had always been close. Kat was preparing to leave. He looked into her eye and saw the unbearable agony, understanding for the first time the terrible impact of the rapes. He reached out to her. She just looked at him, her face blank.
“Now do you understand?” She walked away, tears filling her eyes.
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Tim had arranged the trip so Michael, the harem and Michaela would be settled into the safe house in St Kilda before Kat arrived in Melbourne. It was far smaller than the main house, but comfortable nonetheless with three stories. The difference between Queensland and South Australia in winter was, however, quite large.
Michael began to regret the trip. The girls were uncomfortable and snappish being away from their home for a total stranger.
The moment Kat walked in the door, however maternal and empathic instincts kicked in.
Beth hugged her first, feeling Kat shaking, then handed her off to Rachael who stroked her hair, telling her it would be all right. Each of the girls hugged her. Finally she stood in front of Michael who held Michaela.
He put one arm around Kat’s shoulders and spoke to Michaela, “Meet your aunt Kat.”
Alice watched with open admiration as Kat began to relax, “Hi Michaela,” she cooed putting out her finger to be grasped. Alice thought wryly that she should just give up and let Michael sort things out.
After three days, Kat was part of the family; after seven, she knew the basics, but no last names or geographic information about each of them; after two weeks of intensive therapy she had stopped descending into her private hell. Now she had to climb out.
Unfortunately, her eyelid nerves had been damaged and the lid drooped disconsolately, so she was reminded of her rape every day. It became the center of her hell until one day, feeling sorry for herself, she wailed, “I’m ruined” in front of Shoshana and Beth. Shoshana slapped her. Not hard, but it was a slap. Shoshana was so kind and gentle that you could have heard a pin drop.
“Don’t say that. You’re not perfect, but you never were! Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Beth my mom or I would trade places with you in a New York minute! You can create life. We can’t. What’s more important, holding your child to your breast or a drooping eyelid? We gave up our lives to help you and all you can do is feel sorry for yourself!” Shoshana stormed off.
Time seemed to stand still.
Slowly, as if in slow motion, Kat’s face seemed to come apart, tears of shame streaming down her face, as she repeated, “I’m sorry.”
Alice took her into her arms. Shoshana had played her part perfectly. Not even Michael knew, but his eyes suspected.
That night was a harrowing trip through hell for both Kat and Alice. By taking away her sight and sound, her rapists had intensified her other senses, indelibly printing each and every moment in her brain. As Michael rose early the next morning, he found Alice sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine.
“Shoshana slapping her was a set up wasn’t it?”
Alice nodded, “Kat was stuck. I didn’t want you to un-stick her, so Shosh and I worked out the little play.”
“Now?”
“A couple more weeks and she’ll at least be functional.” Alice hesitated, “She could use a change of scenery. We all could. Can you see what Tim thinks about us going home?”
Kat slept till noon, coming out as they were eating lunch. She looked different. She went over to Shoshana, pulled back her hand as if to hit her and, seeing Shoshana’s eyes widen, threw her arms around her. “You’re a pretty good actress.” Giggling.
“I think I would have liked Michael’s way better,” she said smiling.
As they ate, she interacted with the family as an equal, not a victim.
“Kat, I have a big question to ask. Can you keep a secret? I mean really keep one, no matter what?” Michael asked, searching her face.
She looked at him a bit fearfully, but answered with conviction, “If it’s important, I swear I will.”
Each of them looked her in the eye, “then I think you better pack. We’re leaving tomorrow. We’re going home. A home you can never tell anyone about. Deal?”
She nodded firmly.
Their relief was obvious when they entered the main house. Within hours, they were in the lap pool with Michaela cooing happily in Kat’s arms.
Whereas the focus had been on helping Kat at the safe house, the focus in the compound switched back to the Michael and his harem. How a woman could share her man puzzled Kat. She approached Beth and asked, knowing that it had been her decision.
“Two parts to the answer. First, I had come to love Rachael, Lynne and Shoshana while we were in hiding. The others came one at a time. Rafaela, Alice, Jennifer and Maria joined. It’s a little sad for me, but they all need my Dad and they make sure I am happy. When I get down, he makes sure to refill my love bucket, and I don’t mean my pussy.” She grinned, knowing she had shocked Kat.
“The other part was practical. I can’t make a child. God knows, I would give anything to hold a baby I had made with Dad, but it just wasn’t possible, so I will be the aunt who looks great in a bikini!”
Kat realized just how much Beth meant to her. “Do you think your Dad would let me give him a child?
Beth shook her head slowly. “He could never live apart from his child and you have a world to return to. Besides, any sharing has to be agreed by his entire harem.”
“But you come first. Everyone knows that.”
Beth just smiled and left the room. In the bedroom, she wept for happiness. Dad was right, he’d loved her longest and would never leave her.
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That night, Kat had a nightmare reliving her rape in vivid detail.
She felt a jab of something with two points. Her body exploded as the stun baton discharged into her back.
The strong arm across her throat, while others grabbed her arms, quickly taping her hands behind her back. She tried to kick, but her legs would not obey. Each leg was caught, effectively immobilizing her. Then the tape across her eyes and ears. She was on the ground, twisting and trying to get enough air to scream…”
“Get it in her Goddamn mouth,” she heard faintly through the tape. Something metallic tasting was jammed in her mouth, the lips of the device folded over her lower and upper teeth. Two strong hands pried her mouth open wide. She could hear and feel it clicking by her ears as it ratcheted open, holding her mouth obscenely stretched open. A rag was stuffed in to prevent any sound escaping.
Her captor twisted her around and slammed her face first into the ground, knocking the wind out of her. Other hands picked her up and she felt herself being thrown in the trunk of a car. She tried to kick, but her body wouldn’t obey her. As the short circuits calmed, she tried to make enough noise to attract help, but they had chosen their route carefully.
She heard and felt the trunk open and kicked out hoping to catch one of them unwary. A hand slapped her face hard.
She was carried down a flight of stairs and dumped on a bed. As she continued to struggle, something with points was pressed against her pussy with only her thin thong as protection. Unimaginable pain shot through her body as electric shock passed through her clit into her body. Whoever used it, knew how to cause a woman unbelievable pain!
She could hear faint mumbling, but the center of her being was her clit. They stripped her, cutting her shirt and bra clear so her hands remained bound. Once naked, strong hands pulled her into a kneeling position. She felt the bed sag near her head. The rag was pulled from her stretched mouth and was replaced by a man’s shaft. She had performed a few blow jobs, but this penis tasted and smelled funny.
Behind her a man fumbled a bit and slid his condom clad cock along her opening to part her inner lips, finally finding his target. He grasped her hips and thrust forward brutally. The condom insulated his cock from the brutal chaffing of her dry tunnel. As she tried to scream, the cock in her mouth slammed against the back of her throat. The man in front pinched her nose, forcing her to gasp for air and open her throat. On the next thrust into her pussy, his cock entered her throat.
Her mind reeled at the double penetration. The man in front pulled her forward violently by her ears, ripping an earring out as it tore through her earlobe. His cock started to pulse, sending jets of semen down her throat. She desperately pulled back, trying to clear her air passage. His hands let her go and she violently impaled herself on the rapist behind her. In her dark, silent world of pain, another pair of hands pulled her face up and another cock shoved roughly into her mouth.
She felt the man behind pulse and shoot his cum into the condom. Another man took his place, but aimed higher. He at least used a lubricated condom, but she felt her sphincter rip as he thrust forward without preparing her in any way. She felt every bulge and vein of the impaling cocks. They hammered her in rhythm. The man at her head shot his cum into her mouth.
The man behind began circling his hips, ripping her sphincter a little more with each movement. A thin wooden switch slashed across her back. Her muscles tightened involuntarily, her damaged ass contracted. Again and again the switch found her back and ass. After an eternity of pain, he shot his semen into his condom.
They used it on the back of her thighs, then her feet.
They flipped her over. A woman lowered her dripping pussy over her mouth, rubbing her slit on her nose and lips, brutally twisting her nipples. She screamed into the wet folds, unintentionally extending her tongue. The pain in her nipples subsided. She understood and began to lick the slick labia above her mouth. Another man pushed her legs high, the woman on her face pulled them further, locking them behind her back, effectively bending her in half. The position exposed her violated ass and ravaged pussy.
An enormous cock slammed into her ass. Mercifully, she had passed beyond pain into numbness. After him, another man slid into her pussy. The woman moved and a man’s ass replaced her pussy, twisting her nipples until she extended her tongue and licked his ass hole.
Six men and one woman used her. Finally they released her legs. They picked her up and laid her on a cold tiled floor. A woman’s hands pushed her down. She lay on her back as they began to urinate into her open mouth. Female fingers pinched her nose closed so she had to swallow the pee to breathe. She vomited. More pee poured into her stretched mouth. She swallowed and vomited again.
A feces covered cloth was finally shoved into her mouth to keep her quiet. Soft, female hands spread her pussy lips. The cold prongs pressed again and Kat’s world exploded into a universe of pain.
She remembered being in a cold shower and then being back into the trunk of a car. She curled into a ball n the trunk, in part from cold, but more because she was broken. They pulled her from the trunk. She could feel them writing something on the tape, removed the rag and mouth device and kicked her to the ground. Someone delivered one final kick to her solar plexus to immobilize her as they escaped.
She heard them drive off and began to crawl and stumble away from the car noise. She could feel the blood running down her leg, smell their urine and taste their feces.
She was screaming, feeling the pain and humiliation. She violently shoved away loving arms until steely arms engulfed her. She slashed with her nails and connected. Then her arms were pinned to her sides. She tried to knee him, but he easily dodged. He lowered his lips to hers. Her eyes snapped open. Her first thought was that Michael was raping her. But she saw the other women.
“You back in control, Honey?” he asked with genuine concern in his voice.
“God, you’re strong,” he felt the deep scratches on his face now dripping blood, “and good with your nails,” he chuckled.
“Why’d you kiss me?”
“You were out of control. We were afraid you’d hurt yourself. When that happened with Beth, I kissed her. She snapped out of it. I took a chance you’d wakeup too.”
Kat surveyed her room. Broken glass from broken picture frames littered the rooms. She looked at her hand and saw blood.
Jennifer had been riding his cock in a reverse cowgirl position when they heard Kat’s screams. She looked sadly at the retreating harem. Now she was their doctor.
“We’ll clean it up in the morning. Use the spare bedroom.”
“Go with them,” Kat said to Alice and Jennifer. Kat felt very guilty. Both shook their heads.
“Michael, you better come too. Those are pretty deep,” Jennifer said as she looked carefully at the scratches.
They led Michael and Kat to the infirmary.
As Jennifer treated her hand, Alice listened as Kat detailed her rape. After detailing the use of the taser on her clit, Jennifer put on a band with a magnifying glass. She had Kat lie with her feet in the stirrups. She found a tiny burn scar with a little blood clot beneath on the underside of Kat’s clit.
“Fuck!” Jenifer spat, “What kind of an OB/GYN missed this?” Turning to a frightened Kat, “Sorry Honey. Why didn’t you tell me you hurt?” Kat looked near to tears.
“I was afraid I’d been ruined.” She wailed, sitting up.
Jennifer gently pushed her down. “I’ll fix you up.”
Then Jennifer went to Michael. “Dueling scar or stitches?” Normally Michael really didn’t care, but he thought about Kat. “Better stitch it up, Honey. I don’t want Kat looking at my mug and remembering her rape.”
Jennifer went to work.
Twenty minutes later with Michael stitched up, they slowly walked back with them to the main house, to home.

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Broken Birds, Part 2, Breaking Susan

Part 2
Breaking Susan
Beth, Rachael and her two daughters Lynne and Susan disappeared the day after Michael and Beth became lovers.
That same day, eight personal injury lawsuits were filed against Beth’s attackers, another against the hospital, another against the college as Beth’s rape was one of many that had been covered up, a divorce petition was filed in the name of Rachael Walsh, slander suits against those who had sullied Michael’s reputation, criminal charges of rape against Rachael’s husband for the rape of both Lynne and Susan and an “accounting” suit against Rachael’s husband for misuse of Rachael’s and the girls’ trusts. All the hidden accounts found by the forensic accountant over the past nine months were frozen.
The investigators had found hidden skeletons on all the families. Each of the attacker families had been thoroughly investigated. Child pornography, incest, statutory rape, theft, spousal abuse, alcohol-fueled accidents, cover-ups. Each family had at least one secret exposed to public scrutiny. All part of Frank’s ingenious plans.
The filings seemed to unlock a cellar of secrets. Over the next several weeks, other victims of the eight attackers filed rape charges. Civil suits followed shortly.
The suits were specific and graphically detailed – exactly the type of salacious news people love. By the time a gag order was issued to prevent public disclosure of the claims, it was too late. The Internet hummed with the claims and speculation. By the evening of the day of the initial filings, each of the families was forced into hiding beneath their manicured walls.
Beth’s revenge was only beginning.
While the criminal cases against Beth’s attackers had languished seemingly with the consent of the judges, the publicity forced them to conduct the cases properly.
The families of the attackers became public pariahs. Children from the families had to leave school as they were taunted, attacked and shunned.
The charges led to state and federal investigations and charges. The President of the college was fired as more and more suits were filed alleging frat house rapes and misconduct with girls as young as 10.
Tim O’Donnell’s security firm provided Michael and Peter with around the clock security. He also had 16 men providing security for Beth, Rachael, Lynne and Susan. Even Michael did not know where they were as he might inadvertently disclose the location by doing something stupid like researching the location on his computer. According to Tim, a contract was out for all four of them. He had not heard of any threat against Michael or Peter, but it was best to be careful.
After about a month, several of the attackers made deals as the spotlight on the case forced the judges to move the cases along.
Thomas Walsh was sentenced to 7 years in prison as he had organized the rape and had ripped Beth’s teeth out. With good behavior he could be out in @5 years. Then his sisters filed additional rape charges against him.
The girl responsible for Beth’s internal damage would never go to trial. She died of an overdose after enduring incredible public scorn and fury.
Three of the other boys got 5 years each, but would not be eligible for parole until after 3 years.
Each time, Michael had approved the deal.
The remaining three could not reach a plea bargain so it went to trial. Michael knew that this was the critical item. If Beth had to come out of hiding, she was vulnerable. As strong as she had seemed the morning he had sent her into hiding, a good defense attorney could destroy her emotionally on the stand. And the three attackers had the best.
Prior to trial, the judge held an evidentiary hearing. The defense vigorously attacked the forensics, sneering at the small town lab, citing the FBI as the leading authority. After tricking the County lab technician into admitting a possible error, the defense lawyer returned to his chair exultant. Now it would require Beth to testify.
Peter had become associate counsel for the case at the request of the prosecution, though. He did not want Beth exposed either.
“Mr. Lawson. You just said you might have accidentally contaminated one sample. Do you believe you contaminated the one sample?” Peter asked.
“No sir.” The technician said firmly.
“How can you be sure?”
“I compared the results with the FBI crime lab in Washington DC. The results are identical.”
“Objection. Hearsay.”
“Sustained.”
Peter smiled.
“Is there someone here who can talk about the FBI results?”
“Yes sir,” he said firmly, “Mr. Jacobs there.” He pointed to an older man sitting three rows from counsel’s table.
“Objection. We were not given notice.”
Peter smiled. “Your honor, to the contrary. Mr. Jacobs was disclosed as a witness for the defense!” He was holding up the witness list that an over enthusiastic, young defense lawyer had put on the witness list. He had never spoken with Mr. Jacobs, a cardinal error.
“Counsel. I want to see you in chambers.” The judge said firmly as the courtroom buzzed. Peter, the district attorney and four-defense counsel followed the judge into his chambers.
The news of the FBI lab confirming the results was flashed all over the Internet. Regardless of what the judge did, the attackers had been convicted in the court of public opinion.
The recess was lengthy. It was nearly two hours later when Peter appeared and motioned Michael over.
“They’ll take the same deal we gave the others. 5 years. Is that OK with you?” Peter asked.
Michael nodded. Relief flooded him as they took the attackers into custody.
That part, at least was over.
Within a week the civil suits against the attackers and the college had been settled with a very strict secrecy agreement. Beth was rich beyond Michael’s wildest hopes. The families feared Peter in a civil court.
Federal charges of embezzlement were filed against Rachael’s husband less than a week later. He was detained at the intercontinental airport with tickets to a jurisdiction without extradition. He was now in jail.
Somehow he managed to get bail and was released, but was restricted to his Hampton home with an ankle monitor. He knew what awaited him. Michael’s thorough investigation of him and his finances made his fate all too apparent. His own lawyer recommended confession and cooperation. He could put many powerful men in jail. With cooperation, he might serve his prison time in a convenient, medium security Federal facility, followed by anonymity of witness protection.
The night of his release on bail, he sat in his recliner in front of his huge wide screen television, a fresh bottle of 16-year-old scotch on his side table. He wanted to watch his favorite show – Susan’s rape and deflowering. As he poured himself three inches of scotch, he started the video. He opened his robe and began to stroke his naked cock.
The Video
On screen his raven-haired daughter writhed in agony. Her seventeenth birthday present (though a few days late). Family tradition, he thought leering into the screen.
Her beautiful brown eyes had filled with terror. He loved that. Her hair covered a part of her face, but he could see her nostrils flair in desperation. The dental mouth stretching devise (recommended by his friendly doctor) stretched her full lips wide while covering her teeth, preventing her from biting down.
Her hands were tied above her head. He legs to “D” rings that had been secured to the cabin ceiling above her head. David’s son Tom leered into the camera and then slowly tracked the camera over her body, the “before pictures” David had told him to make.
Susan was a beautiful, nubile girl. Her firm “C” cup breasts were topped with small, dark nipples. Her belly was toned from years of swimming. Her small pussy was naked, having just been shaved by her brother. It had delicate inner lips, now almost completely hidden.
She knew Tom had tied her, but there was another man who had helped overpower her. And there were only three people on the yacht! Her father was part of this, so there would be no escape. Her normally compliant and submissive nature seemed to take control. Just do what they want.
Yet her mind screamed, “Help me Mommy!”
Unfortunately, Mommy was nearly two thousand miles away at a board meeting of one of her dead father’s companies. David had arranged a week of obligations for Rachael. He was sure it was enough time to break Susan. He hated when Rachael called her Shoshana! Damn Jews.
Her position, bindings and oral device offered all her vulnerable orifices to use and abuse.
David walked into the cabin. He was fully clothed. He looked down at his daughter and said, “We’re miles from anyone, so calling for help is a waste of time. Tom and I are your masters. We will use you and your holes any way we want. You are our slut. I got you on the depro shot to be sure you will not get pregnant. We don’t want to cause you pain, but you need to understand we demand your compliance.” It was a lie. Both he and Tom intended to cause her excruciating pain, but he wanted to keep that his surprise.
Tom took the warming lubricant from a stand beside the bed on which she was displayed. He squeezed some on his forefinger and ran it slowly across the dry, sealed pussy, bottom to clit. He leaned over his captive to suck first one then the other nipple. They grew, forming little erasers as his hands ran lightly over the supporting mounds.
The warming jell was having its effect when coupled with the tender caresses. Her pussy was beginning to leak lubricant. Tom had already given her a dose of a drug intended for women that had difficulty reaching orgasm.
The Present
Tom pushed pause and the picture froze. His right hand pumped his cock furiously while his left sought a tissue to shoot into. Susan’s look of innocent arousal was just too much for him. He shot his load directly into the tissue.
He went to the bathroom to relieve himself. When he returned to his chair, he poured himself a second drink and pressed, “PLAY”.
The Video
David appeared in front of the camera. He was naked, sporting a seven-inch, rock hard cock. There was no love or mercy in his eyes. Only lust.
He ran his finger from Susan’s anus to her clit. The lubrication would prevent any problem for what he and Tom had planned. He looked over to his beloved son and said, “We need to keep her juicy or we’ll damage her… and damaged goods cause problems.” Tom nodded. They both thought of her as a piece of flesh.
David looked into the terrified eyes of her daughter.
“One day you will thank me for this.”
She shook her head violently side-to-side, moaning through her distended lips.
He was sliding his cock up and down her vertical slit to ensure he would slip forward without friction.
“Well, if you aren’t going to cooperate, I guess I need to be a bit more persuasive,” he leered at her.
He pushed forward, sinking at least an inch of his naked manhood into her tunnel. She was incredibly tight, fighting the invasion. Her eyes screwed in pain. He pulled back and thrust forward harder, feeling her hymen rupture.” She felt it too! She screamed in pain. A third thrust and a fourth. He felt his balls rest on her asshole.
She writhed in agony, bucking and wriggling her hips, trying to expel the intruder. David felt his cock start to twitch as his orgasm approached.
“That’s it slut, wiggle and make me cum!”
Susan didn’t understand fully as she sought to escape the world of pain centered in her pussy.
David gripped her thighs and plunged his cock into and out of her ravaged labia with abandon.
“I’m CUMMING you little slut. Feel it inside you!”
She felt the invader shoot string after string of cum into her deflowered pussy. Tears of pain, mixed with shame and an overwhelming feeling of being dirty streaked down her face.
The Present
This was David’s favorite moment. The look on Susan’s face sent him into another orgasm. He ejaculated into a tissue.
He poured himself another drink, the bottle now less than half full. He knew from experience that he could cum only once more this night.
He fast-forwarded through Tom’s oral rape. When he again hit “Play”, Tom had finished cumming in her mouth, sperm dribbling out of the corners of her lips. Tom was removing the mouth-stretching device.
The Video
David was anxious to finish Susan’s initiation to her slut hood. And he did not want her screams to be impeded by the device.
His fingers deftly found Susan’s anal opening, covered with a mixture of his sperm, her lubricant and the blood from her ruptured cherry. She winced as she felt his finger on her starfish. In a haze of pain, humiliation and fear, she rocked her head side to side and said, NO” weakly.
David paid no attention. He took a syringe of lubricant and began inserting it into her anus. It would take a few minutes to fully relax her sphincter, so he moved to a cabinet beside the bed and removed two small vials with tubes attached to one end. The tubes attached to a handle that resembled a caulking gun.
David turned to Tom and said, “I think her tits would look better with longer nipples. What do you think?”
Tom’s evil grin said everything his father needed to know.
David took a tube of Vaseline and coated the open ends of the tubes. He then placed the tubes over her flaccid little nipples.
He handed the handle to Tom and grinned wickedly.
David returned to Susan’s upturned ass, his cock fully engorged.
“Please, no more…” she pleaded softly.
The lube had done its job and her anus was slightly open, waiting to be fully penetrated. David placed the head of his dick at her virginal opening and said, “Last cherry, Shoshana.”
With racial hate coursing through him, he thrust forward. Her primal scream of agony filled the cabin as the head and an inch of his cock penetrated.
David nodded to Tom and he squeezed the handle hard sucking the air from inside the narrow tube. The suction painfully pulled her nipples from her aureoles. He squeezed hard again, and her nipples distended at more than an inch. Again!
A continuous scream. She felt split in half! Her breasts were on fire!
And then darkness took her, leaving the men to abuse an unconscious victim.
The Present
David had finished ejaculating for the third time. He let the video continue to play, ensuring one final humiliation of those damn Jews. He sneered at the image of his daughter on the screen.
At least he and Tom had succeeded. She’d become a total slut.
The bottle of scotch was almost empty.
He slowly lifted himself from his chair. He walked on unsteady legs to the table.
Two items were on the table. An antique revolver and a letter from the Department of Corrections.
He had read it over and over.
Tom had been shanked in the prison courtyard. He was dead.
David knew he was next. He held too many secrets of too many powerful men. Witness protection doesn’t work when the people who run the government want you dead.
He picked up the revolver and looked over at the television. The mouth stretcher was back in place and his cock, fresh from her anal rape, was between Susan’s lips.
Smiling, he put the muzzle into his mouth, cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger.

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I wanted to be raped…

I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can’t remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or…not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen. To pretend to rape me and make it seem real and then cuddle and laugh with me later? That person does not exist, I am pretty sure. Or if they do I won’t be into that person otherwise than sexually, and that gets boring. Anyway…
So I got a response. Maybe several responses but I only followed up on one. He was married, so he probably would not be able to get too attached after the fact. He was older, which is better for this scenario. Because rape is all about power, after all. And who wants to lose power to a peer? It’s demoralizing and that’s not sexy. Also he was semi-attractive. Or attractive enough to do what I wanted him to do, anyway.
We e-mailed back and forth a few times. I never spoke to him on the phone. I didn’t want to become too friendly. I planned it out and he agreed to follow the rules. He told me I was hot and seemed pathetically grateful that I was willing to let him touch me under any circumstances. I began to doubt he was into rape fantasy so much as he was into touching female flesh which did not belong to his wife. I shrugged it off because I didn’t have the courage to start again. I wanted this to happen and he was already in. So we set the date and the time it was to happen.
I was so keyed up the night before I couldn’t sleep. I tossed all night until about two hours before. I got up and showered and did my hair and makeup. I unlocked the front door and put on some panties and arranged myself under the covers so that my bare breasts showed. I pretended to sleep.
The front door opened. My heart was audibly pounding against my sternum, but my face didn’t give me away. My eyes remained closed and I controlled my breathing. I looked serene, unworried that a complete stranger was in my apartment, in my bedroom ogling my naked breasts. I felt his hands on them, grunting appreciatively under his breath as he fondled me. I felt him pull back the covers and heard him take a sharp breath in. His hands wandered all over my body, groping from my thighs to my breasts and back again. His hands left me and I waited a beat before I peeked through slitted lids. He was undressing. I took in his suburban dad windbreaker and his New Balance sneakers and smirked before I forced myself back into my peaceful pretend sleep. I felt his bare skin rub along mine as he climbed into my bed. I felt his legs on either side of me. I thought maybe he would just start fucking me while I pretended to sleep, but he moved up along my body until his thighs squeezed my ribcage and I felt his head poke my chin. I chose to pretend to wake up then. I stretched and opened my eyes, and seeing this man, gasped and tried to struggle. He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. He took advantage of my gasp to shove his dick into my mouth.
“Shhh,” he said. “You’re all right, just be a good girl and this will all be over soon.”
I have to admit I was incredibly turned on. Of course I was, I was having my fantasy come true. He held me down and gagged me on his dick for a few more thrusts before I started raising my head to suck it more.
“Oh my god you want to suck it, you’re so fucking hot you little whore. Keep sucking my big dick, slut.” He grunted the words through gritted teeth.
He fucked my mouth with such enthusiasm that it popped out and I gasped the only word that came to mind…
“Please.”
“Please more or please stop?” He moved so that he was stretched out on top of me, his cock pushed into my belly.
“Don’t rape me. Please.” I tried to make my eyes looks wide and innocent and pleading.
He kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth and stabbing my mouth with his. He tasted of toothpaste and coffee. Maybe I was the only woman he’d ever kissed besides his wife. Maybe his wife wouldn’t blow him or even have boring vanilla sex with him…I brought my mind abruptly back to the present…
“You wanted this, whore; you leave your door unlocked and sleep in only panties? You’re begging to be raped.” He reached between us and pulled my panties down enough for him to rub his cock between my labia, which were quite slick already from my arousal.
He groaned and closed his eyes “So fucking wet already, you’re a bad girl who likes being raped by strangers, aren’t you?” I shook my head. “Aren’t you, whore?” I shook my head again. He reached behind my head and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back. He bit along my throat and kept asking me if I was a bad girl who liked being raped by strangers. I said nothing, I couldn’t move my head because of his grip on my hair.
“Admit it, whore.”
I said nothing. Until he got to my breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit it hard, rolling his tongue over the sensitive tip. I moaned with pleasure, wanting him to spend hours, days just torturing my nipples like that. He did the same to my other nipple and then stopped and looked at me.
“Say it. Say it or I’ll stop.”
“I’m a bad girl who likes being raped by strangers.” I finally said, in a small, little girl voice. That must have really turned him on because he went back to licking sucking and biting my nipples and thrust his hard, bare member deep into me. Wait a second, this guy agreed he’d wear a condom! Maybe he put it on when my eyes were still shut.
“Are you wearing a condom?” I asked in my normal voice.
He tightened his grip on my wrists, remaining all the way inside me and looked up from hi assault on my breasts long enough squint his eyes at me and say “Nope. I’m going to shoot my cum deep in you, whore.” I have to admit part of me really wanted it, but the bigger, more practical side said no.
“Whoa whoa whoa, wait right there buddy, that wasn’t the deal, you agreed…” He moved up to look me in the eye, his face hovering centimeters above mine and clamped his hand on my mouth.
“Look bitch, you wanted to get raped, and it’s not rape if you’re calling all the shots. Now shut the fuck up.” And with that he took a scarf I had laid on my bedside table so that he could tie me up if he wished and used it. He tied my wrists together tightly and then tied them over my head to my headboard. I didn’t know if I was more scared or more aroused, but I think the fear fed the arousal. I didn’t fight him off at all. I let him tie me up. He moved off me and I feebly kicked at him but missed. I didn’t really want to hurt him and make him angry. He took my panties the rest of the way off and shoved them in my mouth. I didn’t open my mouth for him but when he pinched my nose shut, I opened my mouth right away. I didn’t even try to hold my breath. He opened my drawers and found a couple of pairs of tights he used to tie my ankles to opposite posts at the foot of my bed. Now I was lying face up, completely naked and spread eagle on my bed with a stranger who was going to really rape me. He knew I had no plans until later that day, because I had told him after he asked how long we had.
“You really are a sexy whore, I’m really glad you put that ad up. I can’t believe I’m going to get to fuck a hot piece like you, baby.” He ran his hands over my stomach and up to my breasts, cupping them, pushing them together letting them go, bouncing them up and down. I was powerless to stop him, and even if I hadn’t been tied up and gagged, I don’t think I would have stopped him anyway.
He got back into bed next to me and sucked my nipples some more, sucking harder and harder, until I thought he might actually suck them off. The pain was intense but also unbelievably arousing. I became wetter than I can ever remember being before. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. Before too long I felt him on top of me, felt his cock pushing inside my pussy again.
“You’re so fucking wet baby. After I rape you and shoot a few loads up in your wonderful pussy, I wanna make love to you. Would you like that baby?”
I had to be honest, so I nodded. He pulled my panties out of my mouth and kissed me. This time he wasn’t so sloppy or eager, he took his time and took control of my mouth, while his cock took control of my pussy. I was more turned on than I had ever been. I felt his cock jerking as it pumped semen into my womb. I hadn’t cum yet, but I didn’t care.
“Oh my god, you’re a good whore baby. You wanna be daddy’s little whore, don’t you baby?”
I moaned as I felt his cock get hard inside of me again and nodded. I looked up at him with big innocent eyes and moved my hips up, trying to make him go deeper inside me.
“Is daddy’s whore on birth control?”
I shook my head no, and he grinned.
“Good. I want to make my whore fat with a baby so these will get bigger and start giving milk,” he said as he started pulling on my nipples with my teeth.
I moaned again and threw my head back, but he pulled me back with his sharp, commanding voice.
“You are to keep your eyes open and keep watching what I do to you until I say otherwise, understood?”
I nodded.
He pulled his cock out of me and I gave a small sigh of disappointment. He moved so that he straddles my chest and put his cock between my breasts. Using my nipples, he pulled my breasts together so they created a nice little valley for his cock to push through. I had never had someone use me for a titty wank before, and I quite liked it. Not that I got off on it, but I liked being used as an object of pleasure. He pushed my breasts together harder and harder as his hips picked up their pace and soon he was shooting more spunk all over my face. I had to close my eyes momentarily while he wipe it out of that area, but I opened them again and looked up at him, my face dripping with his cum. He held the fingers he used to get it out of my eyes to my mouth and I opened up, licking his fingers clean. He left the rest of his cum where it landed and rolled off me. He spent maybe a half hour suckling at my nipples, alternating back and forth. I still hadn’t spoken. Eventually he raised himself up on one elbow and looked me in the face.
“Are you all right with what we did?”
I nodded.
“I really do want to keep this up with you on a regular basis. I think we want the same things sexually. Do you want that? Do you want me to be your daddy and you can be my slutty baby girl? You can talk again.”
“Yes, I want to be your slutty baby girl, daddy.” I couldn’t even believe I was saying those words and meaning them, but I did. The way he went off script and really did make the rape a little more real just made me really crazy about him.
“I think my little whore deserves an orgasm.” He got up and untied me, allowing the blood to flow back into my limbs. He lay on his back and ordered me to get on top of him. I don’t know when it happened, but his cock was hard again and ready to go. I straddled his hips and let his cock slide into my pussy.
“Ok, baby, you go to town on daddy’s hard cock; make yourself cum as much as you want. You deserve it, baby.” He reached up and fondled my breasts while I began to ride my new daddy. Pretty soon he moved his hands to support his head and just watched me as I rode him.
“Look at my baby’s tits, the way they bounce. So sexy. How big are my baby’s titties?”
“40DD, daddy.” I answered.
“And my baby is sure she’s not on any kind of birth control?”
“None, daddy, I swear.”
“Oh baby, daddy is going to take such good care of you. You’re going to make daddy rich, baby, but we’ll talk about that later. You keep riding daddy.” His hands wandered back to my breasts and he kept tugging on the nipples harder and harder, making me gasp every time.
I had been riding him the whole time he was talking to me and was close to an orgasm.
“Oh god, oh god daddy I’m gonna come”
“Me too baby, come on daddy’s cock baby girl. Oh fuck!”
I came just as I felt him shooting another load into my womb. I milked every drop of semen from him before I collapsed on top of him. He rolled me to the side and put his arms around me. He kissed my forehead and smoothed my hair back. We lay a long while in the afterglow, while he absentmindedly plucked at my nipples. At some point we fell asleep and when I woke up, he was gone.
I looked around and saw all his clothes were gone too. I got up and walked naked into the livingroom, where I saw a note on the coffee table.
“My slutty little girl—
Had to get back to the wife for a little bit, but I took your number from your phone and put mine in under Daddy. When I call, you should be just as I found you today within the hour.
Love,
Daddy”
I felt his semen leaking on my upper thighs and felt the soreness of my nipples when I touched them. I padded back to bed and put a pillow under my hips so as not to lose more of his semen. Somehow I knew he would want me to do that. I rubbed my clit and twisted my nipples until I came again and fell asleep wondering when he would call again and to a lesser extent wondering what he meant about my making us rich.
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Be careful what you watch

Woman gets discovered spying on a woman having sex with her dog. In anger at being disturbed the woman ties up the spy and gets her dog to rape the woman, she then leaves her their for a pack of wild dog to fuck. When she returns the woman has turned feral and happily has sex with the woman and her dog and takes the womans collar.

Fiction

Broken Birds, Part 33 Power of Love

Part 33
The Power of Love
The next morning, Janet rose early and went to the lap pool. Jennifer, Beth and Michael swam their laps. Janet waited.
When they finished, she asked if she could talk to them.
“Michael, I love Shosh. I love all of you. I know I’m a whore, but I’d like to stay,” Janet poured her heart into every word.
Alice had seen this coming. Janet was in the one place she felt loved and safe, but she didn’t feel worthy. It was a breakthrough of sorts.
Michael hugged her close. “Jan, you’re a part of us. Stay as long as you like.”
That night, Janet’s breakthrough became her Purgatory. It was the word “whore” that unlocked her memories.
She was fourteen and attending a school for disturbed children. She actually liked the school and was finally getting the care she desperately needed.
Her parents were on a cruise with the money from the rape settlement. She and her older brother Jack stayed in their house alone. Jack was four years older and about to graduate from high school.
She’d just stepped out of the shower and was reaching for a towel when Jack opened the bathroom door. She grabbed the towel and held it in front of her dripping body with both hands.
“Wow, Sis, you’re beautiful!” he said without apologizing. He came into the bathroom and closed the door.
“Some of the guys were wondering if your drapes match your carpet. Now I know they do.”
Terror surged through her body. She began to tremble.
He reached out and took her in his arms as if to comfort her. His hand stroked her wet back. It went lower to cup her ass.
“No, Jack, no!”
He continued to hold her with one arm while his other hand explored her body. She tried to push him away, but he was far too strong.
He reached between her legs to her pussy. She’d just shaved and only a little landing strip remained.
“Awwww, you shaved for me,” he said, his words dripping with sarcasm, “You want to be my little whore, don’t you?”
“No, please let me go.”
“You know you don’t mean that. You’re no virgin. The guys say you give a great blowjob. I just want what you’re giving away to the other guys.”
“Just a blowjob?”
“Just a blowjob, but I want you naked so I can watch you play with yourself when you suck my cock.”
She dropped her towel and slid to her knees. He undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear. He’d worn them for two days. They carried the stains of a woman’s juice and were stained brown. Jack was not the cleanest of men.
His cock stood straight out. It carried the scent of another woman.
Janet took it in her mouth. It tasted of urine, another woman and unwashed sweat. She tried to forget this was her brother as her tongue swirled in practiced routes around the head, paying particular attention to the underside triangle where so many nerves lived.
“Play with yourself, you little whore,” he said, “I want to taste your juice.”
She started to caress her clit gently.
“Put your fingers in that little pussy.”
She inserted one, then two fingers in her pussy.
“Now lick your juice off them.”
She licked them.
“Now both hands on my dick.”
She used both her small hands, twisting them in counter rotating patterns as they slid up and down the shaft.
He moaned and tried to thrust his shaft deeper.
She sped up her hand movements and began to bob her head, her tongue now focused on the triangle.
“I’m gonna cum!” he shouted.
As he shot his semen into her mouth, the door burst open. Several of Jack’s friends took pictures of them with their phones.
“Hey look,” Jack said in mock surprise, “We have some friends to play with.”
He pulled Janet out the door and into the living room. Four boys sat in various places. All had their hard cocks out.
Janet didn’t try to resist. Instead, she surrendered, “One rule. Not my ass. If you try, I’ll bite your dick off.”
Jack knew Janet. “She means it, leave her ass alone!”
She got in the doggie position. “One in my mouth; one in my pussy.”
She tried to get them to cum quickly. Unfortunately, they were young and recovered quickly. After nearly two hours she was exhausted and covered in cum.
They’d taken pictures throughout her ordeal. Within minutes of them finishing, the photos were on the Internet. Janet’s life was forever changed.
She woke, sweating and trembling, but in Shoshana’s arms. Later, they cried together.
Alice asked Michael for some privacy to talk, never a good sign.
“Michael, I want to ask something for Janet that I swore I never would. She’s convinced she’s a whore. There’s so much love in that girl. She offered to bear a child for Shoshana. She wants to join the harem, not out of love for you, but out of love for Shoshana. Is that enough, Love?”
Michael thought for a moment, understanding that three people’s happiness might hang on his decision.
“What do the girls think?”
“I haven’t talked to them yet. I think this is really your decision.”
“Tell them that I think it’s a great idea, but when we have our night, I want Shoshana to be there. I want this to be like Beth and Kat,” he paused, “You know Alice, I wish we had another child, Honey. Little Misha is so special, just like her mother.”
Alice seemed to float to the other women. She spoke with Shoshana first. She’d never seen such joy. Strangely, Beth seemed to share that joy. Alice realized that anything that made Shoshana happy, made the harem happy. Beth might be the leader, but Shoshana was their heart and soul.
That night the harem helped Shoshana and Janet prepare, the ritual familiar. In an odd juxtaposition, the women were both very experienced, but trembled in anticipation. This night was not about pleasure or even sex. It was about love.
Shoshana led Janet into the bedroom. Michael waited. Neither he nor Alice had any idea how this would play.
He opened his arms and Janet and Shoshana leapt into them. They were as nervous as he was.
Janet looked up into his eyes.
“Are you ready to fuck your whore?” she asked in her most sultry voice.
“No,” he said sadly, “but I’m ready to make love to the woman who will bear my children. Let go of the past. You’re mine and ours, now and forever.”
He looked into Janet’s eyes, “Are you sure, Honey?”
“Michael, I’ve never been more sure,” she thought he was asking about her feelings about sleeping with him.
“I’m not asking about having sex, Honey. Are you ready to commit to me and to Shoshana and her sisters? To let the whore go and to being my virgin woman, Jan?”
He saw that he had finally reached her from her eyes.
Shoshana saw it first. She ran to get Alice.
He watched her walls crumble.
Michael held Janet tight. She knew she was loved, but this was a journey she had to travel alone. She had to let go of the pain and horror.
Alice came, but refused to intervene. Michael had everything in hand. She saw his stress, but knew he would survive. She had developed a belief in his tormented soul.
Michael knew what had breached her walls. The instant he’d said “virgin”, her eyes began to shatter.
While she sobbed, he explained. “Every woman has a moment that can only be given. It can’t be taken. It doesn’t depend on what’s done to your body. We call it making love. It’s a time when you open your heart and soul to another human being. To make love, you’ve got to trust that human being to cherish and nurture you. You’ve never made love before, so you are truly a virgin. I was asking you to give me that emotional virginity which is far more important than any physical virginity.”
Alice watched, not knowing his words, but seeing her man rescue another soul from hell.
Janet’s face seemed to come apart. She cried. She wailed. Michael and Shoshana held her through her pain.
Hours later, a new Janet emerged. She seemed distant at first, not from indifference, but as though she viewed everything from a great distance. Her eyes began to sparkle as they once had nearly eight years ago.
“Can I take a rain check on making love? I just need the love!” she said softly to Michael and Shoshana.
She slept between them. Sometimes moaning, sometimes trembling, she climbed out of her personal hell.
The morning dawned cloudy and filled with rain. Inside the compound, it was a beautiful day, filled with laughter, love and joy.
Jan came to breakfast with Michael and Shoshana. The harem and the Burkett sisters were eating. She asked everyone to leave Janet in the past and to call her “Jan” from now on.
She turned to Michael and Shoshana, “It’s raining outside. Can I have my rain check today?”
Alice took Michael and Shoshana aside, “Make her focus on her own pleasure. Don’t let her fall back into just pleasing you. Her whole world was about her being worthless. If you can, make her see the value she has.”
They came together in early afternoon. Michael wanted to make the day and night spectacular for Jan.
Michael had one of his ideas. He spoke with the chef and soon had everything they needed. After he finished preparing, Shoshana came to him. She giggled when she realized what he had in mind.
Shoshana and Michael were on the bed in a passionate kiss when they heard the gentle knock. Shoshana hopped off the bed and opened the door.
Jan looked both radiant and fragile in the thick white robe. She chose it over the long black negligee she’d originally intended to wear. She wanted to feel clean and fresh.
Outside the wind and rain pelted the windows. Inside rhythmic music filled the room.
Shoshana shrugged out of her robe. Her nipples stood erect in the cool air. She took Jan’s face in her hands and gently placed her lips on Jan’s. Electric excitement surged through both bodies as their lips met. Lips parted and tongues dueled in a dance of lust.
Shoshana untied Jan’s robe and slid it from her shoulders.
Shoshana led Jan to Michael on the bed and then brought the bowl of warm chocolate and food brush.
Jan looked at her quizzically. “We’re going to eat you today, Honey, body and soul,” Shoshana said softly.
Michael pulled Jan down on her back, lifting himself on an elbow to look into Jan’s green eyes, “You mean so much to all of us, we want to give a little back.” He kissed her gently. She responded with incredible passion, demanding love.
When they broke, Shoshana pulled her into a fervent kiss.
Michael checked the temperature of the chocolate, dipped the food brush and painted Jan’s breast with chocolate. He saw her body shiver.
Shoshana broke the kiss, looking into Jan’s eyes, seeing wonder staring back.
Michael kissed her while Shoshana licked the drying chocolate from her breast. Shoshana took Jan’s nipple in her mouth, caressing it with her pointy tongue. She painted Jan’s other breast.
Michael broke their kiss and licked the chocolate off Jan’s breast, loving her nipple.
Michael and Shoshana worked their way down Jan’s body until they reached her sex. Shoshana took over.
Her tongue started at Jan’s puckered starfish, caressing, titillating and finally penetrating the dark flesh. Jan’s body trembled.
She caressed the bottom of Jan’s pussy, gently loving her Bartholin’s gland. Jan’s nerves began to fire in random sequence. She was close to orgasm.
Michael suckled from her breasts, caressing, sucking, biting and twisting her responsive nipples.
Jan moaned as Shoshana spread her inner lips with her pointed tongue and deft fingers. Her body began to vibrate. One hand grabbed the back of Michael’s head, mashing it to her breast. Her other hand grabbed Shoshana’s, mashing her face to her inflamed labia.
“I’M CUMMMMMMING!” She screamed.
She bucked and thrashed with astonishing strength, still holding Michael and Shoshana in place.
Shoshana and Michael continued to pleasure her. She continued to orgasm.
Finally she pushed them away.
Jan stayed in her well of pleasure for a long time. Michael and Shoshana continued to caress her in an almost non-sexual way; both noticing that Jan’s skin was still sticky. Shoshana’s eyes lit. She ran to the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet towel and a fresh dry one. Together they lovingly cleaned her skin.
Jan drank in the pleasure, but even more, the love.
When they had finished, Jan turned to Michael. “I want to give you my last virginity. I’ve never let a man in my ass. Never. I guess it was my way of leaving myself a way back to Jan. Now that I’m back, I want to give it to the man I love,” she pulled Shoshana over to them, “and to the man and woman whose children will grow inside me.”
Shoshana wept.
“But I still feel sticky, so how about I take a quick shower first?” Jan giggled.
While Jan was gone, Shoshana cuddled in Michael’s arms. Both knew that it was a 50/50 chance, but God had been kind once before. Perhaps She would be again.
“Michael, I think I may have found my life partner,” Shoshana said dreamily, “like Beth found Kat and Rachael found Misha. I’ll always be your woman and wife, but I can’t imagine my life without Jan.”
Jan stood in the bathroom doorway, stunned. She’d heard every word. Something inside her tripped and she dove at Shoshana.
“My God, I love you Shosh … I feel exactly the same.” She looked into Michael’s eyes pleading.
“I think you two need some time alone,” he said in a husky voice, near tears.
He got up, put on his robe and left two very fragile and special women to learn about their love.
He started to go to the lap pool cabana, intent on swimming to burn off his sexual frustration. Beth and Kat intercepted him, his “frustration” glaringly apparent. They happily dragged him to their room.
Once inside the door, clothing flew. Beth knelt, taking his shaft into her mouth, her eyes locked on his. Her tongue lovingly caressed the head and shaft. Her small hands gently squeezed his balls.
He heard Kat doing something, but the incredible pleasure of Beth’s tongue and the sight of his daughter sucking him was too great a distraction.
“Bring him to me,” Kat called out.
She lay naked on the bed, a large wedge pillow under her ass. Michael understood immediately. Kat wanted a baby with her own DNA.
Michael slid between her lewdly spread legs. Beth guided him into her life partner. Kat’s pussy dripped with her excitement and need. He supported himself with his arms.
Michael moved slowly, allowing her tunnel to stretch. Though a child had traveled the same tunnel, Kat remained unusually tight. Jennifer’s friend and OB/GYN had helped after the birth.
Finally he felt his balls on her ass.
“Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me and give me a baby. Fuck me NOW.”
Michael took two long strokes to ensure his shaft was completely lubricated. He started hammering into her hard, feeling her warmth and need.
Kat started to make incoherent sounds. Her nails bit into his shoulders. He pounded deeper, feeling her cervix. Her legs crossed behind his ass, pulling him deeper.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she screamed as her orgasm washed over her, triggering his.
He thrust deep inside her sheath, loosing his cum against her cervix. Two days of anticipation and abstinence flowed into Kat. A week later, they knew it had been enough.
His arms gave out. He collapsed onto her, his head on her magnificent breasts.
Shoshana held Jan tight. They spoke about dreams and the future. Though naked, there was nothing sexual in the embrace. It was an embrace of love.
The next morning, Jan and Shoshana walked to breakfast hand in hand. When they finished, they went looking for Michael. Oddly, they couldn’t find him. Finally, they asked the guards.
He was with Jennifer in the infirmary.
Fearful, they ran.
He was sitting opposite Jennifer when they burst through the door.
“Are you OK, Michael,” Shoshana asked breathlessly.
“Sure Honey. I just had some questions for our local tour guide.” He rose and said to Jennifer, “Let me know what you find out. We on for tonight?”
Jennifer nodded and smiled her sensual smile.
Michael found Alice and described an idea he’d had for some time. Alice cried in joy. Then she marched off to find Jennifer to start making it a reality, not knowing Michael had already talked to her.

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My Crotch-Sniffing Dog

You’ve heard of drug-sniffing dogs and you’ve heard of bomb-sniffing dogs. Well, I have a crotch-sniffing dog. Now wait a minute here, you’re probably thinking. What’s the big deal? All dogs go around sniffing crotches. That’s true, but my dog has been specially trained to sniff out and identify fertile, human females ready to be fucked into motherhood.
This isn’t some science fiction story about some dog that rapes and knocks up women. No sir! I’m the one who knocks them up. My dog Spike just points the right ones out to me, so to speak. Heck! Spike couldn’t fuck puppies into a bitch. He’s fixed, you see. I got him at the animal shelter. They’re the ones who insisted he be neutered before I “adopted” him. Well, I got him for his nose and neutering him didn’t hurt that any. By now I’m sure you think I’m a complete bastard and you’d be right. But if my story is interesting, so what? Just bear with me for a bit.
I was born and raised in a working class environment. I won’t bore you with the details of my early life since it’s not important to my story. My father was a drunk and my mother was a dutiful wife. I was the oldest in a family of three sons and four daughters. When I turned 16 I was told to quit school and get a job to help support the family. Well, I quit school but when I walked out the door to find a job I never returned. I drifted from odd job to odd job until I was 18. I then got a job driving a truck and I’ve stuck with that type of work ever since.
I’m not ugly but I’m not exactly a charmer either. My success with women was always hit and miss. I usually accepted rejection like a gentleman but my one pet peeve was for a woman to string me along while expecting me to spend time and money on her. One time I’d spent a whole pay check to wine and dine this bitch. We went to this exclusive nightclub after dinner where there’s always a ton of people waiting to get in. I tipped, or rather bribed the doorman a hundred bucks to get us in. Not ten minutes after we were seated the bitch let herself get picked up by some other guy and dumped me! Needless to say I was pissed.
I got my revenge by raping her. Knowing her habits and schedule, I caught her alone where it was dark and deserted. I came up from behind and grabbed her. I then threw a bag over her head, shoved her into some bushes and tore off her clothes. Raping her was pure pleasure. I porked her mercilessly. Since she couldn’t identify me I got away clean.
Later when I heard she was pregnant by her rapist I couldn’t have been more pleased. In fact I nearly came in my trousers just thinking about it. My career as a rapist had begun.
Think about it. I saved a ton of money on dating and could pick and choose my “dates.” The most attractive women were accessible whether or not they were married or had a sweetheart. The only drawback, of course, was if I were caught, I’d be probably spending the rest of my life in prison. That possibility didn’t stop me although I tried to be as cautious as possible.
Within a year I’d raped several more women. I knocked up a couple of them and that’s when I realized the biggest charge I got was when I knew my victim was going to give birth to my bastard. My big fantasy now was to impregnate every woman I raped. Well how do you make sure the woman you want to fuck and impregnate is fertile? How do you know you’re not risking everything for a woman who’s on the Pill?
It’s impossible. I’ve read plenty of those online stories where the heroine gets knocked up so easily. This is not so in real life. It was a puzzle I was determined to solve.
Despite being a high school dropout I consider myself pretty smart. If I’d completed high school and gone on to college I might have made something of myself. I love books. I spent countless hours in public libraries in a program of self-education in the arts and sciences. I became well informed and I can hold my own in conversations with many professionals regarding their own specialties. In all my research I never ran across anyway to test a woman’s fertility without resorting to blood or urine analysis or checking body temperature. For my purpose none of this was tenable.
I was sitting in a bar one day nursing a beer. There was only one other patron in the place. I was watching a piece on the television news concerning the use of drug-sniffing dogs at the U.S.-Mexico border.
“They should have dogs who could sniff out women who were ready to have a baby fucked into them,” I said. I was talking back to the television out loud.
“It’s possible,” said the other customer who was sitting a few stools away from me. “Dogs right now are being trained to detect certain diseases in humans. The results have been very encouraging. Since every organic compound gives off a signature odor the dog can be trained to signal its handler when it detects the odor that we’re looking for. Healthy people have odors just like diseased people. I think a dog could be trained to detect the scent of a healthy adult female at the peak of her fertility cycle.”
Now this guy definitely had my attention. I introduced myself and bought him a drink. He turned out to be a biochemist. His name was Gustavo and once he warmed to his subject he was hard to stop. I didn’t want to stop him. I was an eager listener. The company he was working for was one of many trying to develop devices, which could detect the presence of compounds down to a few parts per billion. The Holy Grail of this research was to develop a detector as sensitive as a dog’s nose. The dog’s sense of smell is immensely more powerful than a human’s. This goal is still years away from realization.
I asked Gustavo if he could synthesize the odor emitted by a healthy ovulating female. He said it had already been done by a colleague of his and offered to get me a sample. He never even asked why I wanted it. Gustavo was a problem solver and loved to help people. I’m sure he would have been horrified if he had known my intentions.
After exchanging information with Gustavo I started calling around to various centers that trained detection dogs and their handlers. Virtually all of them dealt with drugs and explosives and couldn’t understand why I wanted to a dog trained for one scent. I finally started telling them that I wanted a truffle-hunting dog. Truffles are a rare type of fungi that are used in gourmet food dishes. They grow underground. Dogs and sows are used to smell them out.
I was finally referred to a semi-retired trainer who was willing to work with me. He didn’t care what kind of scent the dog would be trained for. He’s the one who took me to the animal shelter and picked out Spike for me. He had a good eye for dogs and felt that Spike would be a perfect candidate for training.
I live a fairly Spartan existence so I had plenty of money saved. Since I had to undergo training as a handler as well as participate in Spike’s training I quit my job. It all set me back quite a bit financially but the results were worth it. Spike and me hit it off pretty well with each other. With Gustavo’s sample in hand we started our training. Twelve weeks later our trainer declared us a fairly competent team.
After a bit of field-testing and dry runs with Spike it became obvious that some adjustments would have to be made in his training. For one thing no woman likes a dog sniffing at her crotch. I know! I know! Duh!
Spike had to learn to do his crotch sniffing from a safe distance. I discovered that most women weren’t even aware of Spike until he was within five yards of them. Eventually he learned to stay out of this awareness zone. Spike could still get the needed scent if he was downwind of his target. He also learned to just sit and wait for the target to walk by.
Spike responded well to my whistles and hand signals from a distance so he knew when to stay and when to move on without me having to get close enough for me to get noticed. If I was ever arrested I didn’t want Spike to be connected to my activities. As far as anyone was concerned the dog was just a pet. I had a good friend who would take care of Spike and make a good home for him if anything happened to me.
The only thing I couldn’t teach Spike was my tastes in women. He was scent oriented and I guess they all looked alike to him but he never failed to signal me when he caught the scent. His signal was a pawing of the ground with his right foreleg.
Once I was satisfied with the adjustments I made in his training I took Spike to a dog-friendly park for some serious prospecting. He immediately got to work.
The first potential Spike identified was a young teenage girl. She was a pretty little thing. As much as I would have loved to put a baby in her belly I decided to pass on her. You see the cops are basically pretty lazy. They wait for a guy to make a mistake or otherwise fall in their laps before they make a move.
However when a youngster is a victim the cops get energetic and start doing real police work. For that reason I lean toward women who look at least old enough to buy a drink.
Spike did some more exploration and for one reason or another, I had to pass on the bitches he identified. Usually it was because they had company, either children or another adult. Some of them just weren’t to my taste. On our second lap through the park we hit pay dirt. A vision of beauty walked by Spike and he signaled me. She looked to be in her early twenties, 5′ 7″ and about 125 pounds. The bitch had a slim waist, wide hips and a nice set of tits. I knew right there that I wanted her. She would bear healthy children and be a good mother. Before another hour had passed I wanted this bitch to be carrying my seed deep inside her body.
The future mother of my child had shoulder length brown hair and a light complexion. She was wearing sunglasses, casual top, loose-fitting slacks and walking shoes. She was carrying a small purse hanging from her shoulder and a paperback book. It looked like she’d just arrived to relax and read. I signaled Spike to go back to my pickup truck. There he had access to food, water and his favorite chew toy. He would sit there patiently and wait while I attended to business.
Because of the nature of my quest there’s an urgency to act in a timely manner. I just can’t wait and follow a bitch around until she’s in a convenient place for me to nail her. There’s a certain amount of risk I have to take. Even waiting a little while might cause her to fall out of optimum fertility.
I thought I lost my chance when my bitch sat down in the open. There was no way I could get to her there. Luck was with me when some kids started playing soccer nearby. Disturbed by the noise and proximity my bitch moved off into a wooded area on her way to the other side of the park, which was usually quieter.
I entered the woods from a different direction and stationed myself where I knew she must pass. I concealed myself and prepared my rape kit. It consists of latex gloves, ski mask, a lubricating gel and a tranquilizing spray powder. The latex gloves are to prevent me leaving fingerprints behind. The ski mask, of course, is to hide my face. The gel is to provide an easy entrance when I start to fuck my bitch. Quite often my victims are still dry when I first penetrate them. It’s uncomfortable trying to fuck a dry cunt. After three or four strokes the cunt starts producing its own lubricant and then the gel isn’t needed. The powder is something I discovered in Mexico. It’s making its way through the criminal underground there. It’s not yet known in the U.S. but when it is I predict that it will become the date rape drug of choice. The drug has acquired a nickname but since I don’t know Spanish I just call it Dust.
Dust is inhaled. It gives the user an euphoric feeling. For my purposes it lowers my victim’s resistance and makes her more pliable. With the exception of my very first rape I don’t like to struggle with my bitches. It leads to the possibility of injury both for myself and my quarry. Really it’s for the same reason I don’t mess with minors. A battered rape victim gets the police and public all worked up. With the exception of a belly full of sperm and a few grass or dirt stains on their clothes I like to leave my victims a lot like I found them.
I was ready for my bitch by the time I saw her strolling down the path. I grabbed the beauty from behind all right. She drew in breath to scream and got her lungs full of Dust instead. I held her mouth and dragged her off the path and behind some bushes. I held her until the drug did its job. It only takes a few seconds.
“Don’t fight me and you won’t get hurt,” I whispered. I didn’t expect an answer. Complete disorientation can last for as long as two minutes and all I got was a moan in response. I searched her for weapons and alarm devices. I found a cell phone but no whistles, pepper spray, knives or other weapons. I took the time to fondle her tits. Yeah, they were nice ones all right. I would love to do the same thing when they were filled with milk. I had peeked at her driver’s license when I searched her purse so I already knew her name and address. Karen is a nice name. She was wearing a wedding ring so I guess she was married.
I stepped away for a second to retrieve the book she dropped. Interesting title. It looked like a horror novel. There was a picture of a damsel in distress on the cover. This girl’s experience in horror was going to be real life, not some vicarious thrill out of a book.
I knew I’d chosen a nice private place for my encounter with Karen. The area was scattered with discarded condoms so I guessed other “lovers” were not afraid of being disturbed in this area. Karen was lying flat on her stomach. I pulled her up to a crouching position and pulled down her slacks and panties. This seemed to wake her out of her drugged state a bit and she began to struggle although listlessly and ineffectively.
“Please don’t do this. I’ll give you all the money I have,” she pleaded.
“Don’t worry about money,” I responded. “I’m not charging you a thing.”
Karen didn’t seem to appreciate my attempt at humor. She wiggled a bit harder when she felt my prick nudge aside her labia and penetrate her. I always anticipate another attempt at a scream when I start fucking them. This bitch was no exception. I grabbed her around the mouth before she got much more than a squeak out.
“You don’t listen very well. The next time you make a sound above a whisper I’ll gag you and tie you up. Would you like that?” Karen shook her head as best she could. I let go and went back to concentrating on the task at hand.
Karen’s snatch felt nice and tight to my prick. She was no virgin but I didn’t care about that. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a virgin cunt. When I started my in and out Karen went limp as if that would deny me pleasure. I guess she thought that no guy would enjoy fucking a piece of dead meat. Hell! I didn’t care. She could have pretended to be asleep and it wouldn’t have bothered me. My pleasure came from the knowledge that my sperm was going to penetrate her egg and start a baby growing inside her.
I like my sperm to do the job nature intended it to do. That’s why I’m not into oral, anal or facials. If I have the time and inclination I’ll fuck my victim again and all of my sperm will wind up in her snatch.
I heard someone’s steps coming along the path. This wasn’t good. I stopped fucking Karen and held my hand over her mouth again until I heard the steps fading. It was time to finish up and get out of there. I sped up my pace until I felt my prick swell and begin to squirt my cum into her reproductive system. Karen felt it also and just whimpered. I pushed her back down flat on her stomach and just lay on top of her.
“I love you, Karen,” I whispered. “I’ve always loved you.” She appeared startled. Was her assailant someone she knew? I wasn’t going to enlighten her. I pinched her nose with one hand and gave her another dose of Dust with the other. This allows me plenty of time to get away. Trying to be a gentleman I pulled Karen’s panties and slacks back up around her waist. I stepped behind a tree, removed my mask and gloves and stowed them. I stepped back on the path and wandered casually back to my truck where Spike awaited my return.
I had already arranged to take a load of farm equipment up to Bakersfield. When Spike and me returned I checked the newspapers for any mention of the rape but there was none. This is not unusual. Very few of my rapes have been reported to the police. The few rapes that have been reported made no mention of a man with a dog.
I can’t claim that every one of my rapes since I started working with Spike has resulted in a baby but my percentages are up. Karen was one of the successes. I try to keep track of my bitches and I know she had a baby at the right time. The baby has my hair color. Karen must have convinced her husband that the baby was his. I have over twenty sons and daughters now. Almost all of their mothers were crotch-sniffed by Spike.
Spike and I had the opportunity to thank Gustavo for his help and inspiration. I became a close friend of Gustavo and his wife Clara. Clara was trying to get pregnant but hadn’t been successful yet. I was in their back yard talking with them. Spike was wandering around but then I saw him signal me. Clara was at optimum fertility.
“Is she pregnant yet?” Clara had returned to the house and I was alone with Gustavo.
“No. Not yet.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Right now would be a good time to try.”
“And how do you know that, my friend?” He sounded irritated and I was afraid that I had insulted Gustavo.
“Because Spike knows.”
He looked at Spike. It took a few seconds for him to understand but then he started smiling. Spike and I left so that Gustavo could take care of business. Their first child was born exactly nine months later.
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Trained Step Sister pt.2

First, let me apologize for taking so long to revisit this story. I really struggled with certain aspects of it, and had to set it aside to finish the Chris and Christie series. After some time away, I think that I’ve come back with a better handle on the characters involved.
Last we left off, Allison has started acting in a very possessive way towards Mark, after several weeks of pretending to be an unwilling participant in their sexual acts.
Mark awakened the next morning to Allison’s mouth on his cock. He looked down at her in shock. She had never initiated sexual contact between the two of them previously; this was a whole new thing.
She looked up to see him staring down at her incredulously and gave she him a sultry stare as she pushed herself up on all fours and really started getting into it. She was naked and swinging her hips around in a slow circle while she pumped her arms up and down, swallowing his cock on each downstroke. Holy shit. Mark thought. She is one sexy bitch.
He was mesmerized by the sight of her heart shaped ass tracing a hypnotic pattern through the air.
Allison grinned; she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him. As he clenched his teeth and dropped his head back on his pillow, she let his cock drop free from her mouth, hopped off the bed, and sauntered out of the room.What the fuck????? Mark thought in frustration. Then it dawned on him, Allison was back to her old tricks, trying to provoke him. He calmed himself down, trying to get his erection to go away, but he knew that it was no use.
He hopped up and pulled on some underwear before heading to the kitchen. Allison was there, stark naked, finishing her breakfast.
“What took you so long? Your food got cold.” She went to the counter and grabbed his plate, bringing it towards the table when she dropped it. The plate broke on the floor, leaving a mess of bacon and eggs splattered across the kitchen.
“Oopps.” She said with a mischievous smile. “And that was the last of the food. Looks like you go hungry.”
Mark stared at her impassively. “You better clean that up.”
“Why? It was your food.”
“Then it’ll stay there.” He replied, and went to the pantry, finding some Pop-Tarts.
Allison pouted at his back. He wasn’t playing along, this wasn’t fun.
As Mark busied himself at the pantry, he grinned to himself. Alison was going to have to do a lot better than that. At least she wasn’t trying to kiss him, or do any girlfriend-type stuff. That had seriously freaked him out. As he turned back around, he was treated to quite a sight: Allison was down on all floors, cleaning up the mess she had made with her ass saucily tilted towards him, displaying her pussy and her asshole. As she worked on the floor, she made sure to accentuate her movements so that he couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
Mark steeled himself and exited the kitchen, finishing his food.
Allison heard him leave, and gritted her teeth in frustration. What the hell was he doing? She had left him with a huge boner, she could still see it when he came into the kitchen! She decided that some direct action was necessary.
When she finished cleaning up the mess, she headed to his bedroom. He was in the shower, with his work clothes laid out on the bed. She smiled and reached down between her legs and started playing with herself.
When Mark hopped out of the shower, he checked his watch. Running a little bit late, shit. He hurriedly finished brushing his teeth and headed out to his bedroom, where he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on before heading out the door. As he was driving to work, he noticed something odd.
What the hell was that smell? It was … him???? No, his shirt. He grabbed it and pulled it up towards his nose and took a deep whiff. What the hell? It smelled like … he could recognize Allison’s body lotion, and … pussy?Holy shit. What did she do?????
He grabbed his phone and called her.
“Yes???” She was asking for it for sure, that little innocent tone, hinting at a bit of naughtiness.
“Allison, is there something wrong with our washing machine? My clothes smell funny.”
She giggled on the other end of the line. “Check your camera.” And she hung up.
Mark scrolled through his phone and pulled up his camera feature. Sure enough, there was a new video, shot that morning.
As Mark pressed play, he almost swerved into oncoming traffic.
On the screen was a bald pussy. A pair of fingers came into view, and began dipping into the pussy, spreading its’ juices all along the outer lips. Then a white shirt appeared on the screen, and was rubbed along the pussy. After about 30 seconds, the angle changed, and he could see Allison’s face on the screen.
“Think of me at work today.” She said, and blew a kiss at the screen.
Mark gritted his teeth and sped along the road, his mind racing.
As soon as he got to work, he raced into the employee’s entrance and checked in just in the nick of time. He was positive that everyone could smell what was on him, but no one seemed to notice anything. The only problem was, Mark could still smell it, and it was getting him aroused.
As he walked to his post, he surprised by Julia walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around him.
“Hey!” She exclaimed. “I wanted to say thanks for taking me out last night.” She told him. An odd look crossed her face, and Mark panicked. Oh shit, she can smell Allison.
“Yeah, I had a really good time, thanks for going out with me.”
She didn’t seem to be paying any attention to what he was saying, but was instead peering at him, her face locked in a mask of concentration.
“Hang on.” Mark said. He ran to one of the kiddie pools and whipped his shirt off, dipping it into the water and wringing it out. He returned to Julia, pulling the wet shirt back on.
“Sorry about that. My step sister sprayed me with her perfume on my way out the door, that smell has been driving me nuts.”
Julia smiled at him. “I thought you smelled a little different.” She eyed Mark’s lean body through the wet shirt. “So I guess we should have a wet t-shirt contest for the guys. A little equal opportunity eye candy, hmmm?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and Mark grinned. Maybe Julia really could offer him a way out of his mess with Allison.
“Want to do something after work?” He asked her.
“I’d like that.” She replied. “See you then.”
Mark spent the rest of the day with a grin on his face. So he had a date with Julia after work, then home to give Allison a good fucking. The best of both worlds.
Since it was the Fourth, the water park closed early and there was a fireworks show. Julia decided that she wanted to hang around and see it, and Mark was agreeable to that idea.
As the show wound down and everyone headed to the exits, Mark took Julia by the hand and led her to the staff locker rooms.
“So what are we doing in here?” She questioned him, leaning up against the door frame and folding her arms across her chest.
“I just need to grab my stuff. Did you want to grab something to eat?”
She grinned at him. “Oh, so you didn’t have any nasty intentions by bringing me in here?”
“Disappointed?” Mark countered.
She smiled and looked down as Mark walked towards her.
“Maybe.” She smiled demurely.
Mark looked her up and down. She was smaller than Allison, and where Allison was a blue eyed blonde, Julia was a Eurasian beauty, half-Thai, and half-Caucasian. Her Thai heritage could be seen in her facial features, dark complexion, and her tiny frame, which sported large boobs that were almost oversized for her small body.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled him towards her, bending down and planting a firm kiss on her lips. She moaned and melted into him, running her slender hands up and down his lean back. One of her hands dipped down to cup his ass, and she pulled him tightly against her, rocking her hips against his leg. His cock was trapped between their bodies, pressed against her stomach. There was no way she could miss his growing erection. She wiggled against him, causing his cock to twitch and she broke off their kiss, laughing.
“Now about that food you promised me.” She said, looking mischievously at him while she lightly ran her fingernails along his shorts, tracing the outline of his cock.
“Let’s go.” He said, and took her by the hand to his car. They went to a nearby Chili’s, and Julia smiled at him.
“I would have been satisfied with In-n-Out.” She told him.
“Hey, I’ll remember that for next time.” He told her.
Over dinner, the two of them relaxed and chatted about all sorts of things, but Mark couldn’t stop staring at her lips, dreaming about having them wrapped around his cock.
About halfway through dinner, his phone started buzzing.
Allison. He ignored it, but she kept texting and calling, until Julia finally looked down at his phone.
“Aren’t you going to get that?”
“Naw, it’s juts my step-sister. She’s being a pain in the ass.”
“Well maybe it’s an emergency.” Julia reasoned.
“Fat chance.” Mark replied, but he picked his phone up anyway.
“What’s up?” He asked, a little more harshly than he intended.
“When are you coming home? I made dinner.” Allison said.
“I’m having dinner with Julia right now.” Mark responded. “I’ll be home later.”
“But I made you dinner.” Allison repeated, sounding hurt.
“I didn’t ask you to do that, I’ll be home later.”
“When?” Allison asked.
“Later. Now leave me alone.” And he hung up on her, looking annoyed.
“That wasn’t very nice.” Julia said across the table.
Mark shook his head, irritated. Shit, Allison is really getting on my nerves.
“She’s just being a brat. She’s always like that.”
“Do you have a picture of her?” Julia asked.
Mark scrolled through his photos to one of Allison, and passed his phone across to her.
Julia’s eyes widened. “Wow, she’s gorgeous.” Something about the way she said it caught Mark’s attention. He took a closer look at Julia.
Her lips were slightly parted, and he could see her run her tongue across her teeth. Her cheeks were a little flushed, and her breathing seemed to have quickened.Interesting …
He reached across the table and took his phone back.
“Easy girl. It almost looks like you’d rather be out with her than with me.”
Julia laughed. “Hey, I like hot girls.”
“Really?” Marks’ interest was piqued. “How much do you like them?”
Julia grinned. “It’s college, everyone experiments.”
Mark grinned wolfishly. Julia was a year older than him, and attended the local university from out of state. She had a luxury apartment off campus, and drove an expensive SUV. Mark had her down as a trust-fund princess, who would never have to work a day in her life, pursuing her Mrs. Degree in college.
It seemed that she was also pursuing a few other things.
Their conversation during dinner took on a more sexual bent, and by the end, Mark was straining to keep his erection from bursting through his shorts.
There was nothing overt about what Julia said, but her sly double entendres couldn’t be missed.
As they headed back to the water park to pick up her SUV, she turned to him.
“I think I left something in my locker, do you mind coming in with me to get it? I don’t like being out at night alone.”
Mark looked around. The parking lot was dark and deserted, definitely not a place that she should be by herself.
“Sure, no problem. Better safe than sorry.”
They unlocked the gate and headed back into the employee locker area. The female section was partitioned off from the men’s, but they both shared an expansive entry way. Mark waited just inside the door frame as she headed back deeper into the locker room. He waited for several minutes, and when she didn’t reappear, he wandered in after her, calling her name. As he neared the lockers, she answered him.
“Coming, took me a minute to find it in the dark.”
Mark leaned against the doorway, and she turned sideways to squeeze past him, pushing her ass up against his groin as she did so. He took advantage of the opportunity to wrap his hands around her waist and pull her in tight to his body, leaning down to kiss her neck. She sighed and tilted her head back, giving him more access, and he began tracing kisses down to the nape of her neck. His hand reached up to her large breasts, cupping and lifting them, as her hand worked its way back to his groin, and started massaging his cock through his shorts. After several minutes of this, he brought his hands down to her crotch and began rubbing his hands up and down there, pushing her ass back against his groin. She turned to face him and pulled his head down to hers to share a long kiss. When she leaned back, her eyes drifted down and she looked away.
“It’s getting late, we should be going.”
“Stay for just a little longer.” Mark pleaded with her.
She smiled demurely and protested. “I have to go …”
Mark leaned down and kissed her again while grinding his hips against hers. “Just a little while longer.”
She returned his kiss and was soon humping her hips up against him, her hands trailing down to his ass and pulling him tightly against her.
As Mark placed his hand on her ass, he decided to push things a little, and tried slipping his hand down the back of her shorts. Julia stiffened a bit, but soon started swaying her hips back and forth, while Mark enjoyed the warmth of her soft ass in the palm of his hand.
She eventually pushed him back away from her, and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand out of her shorts and off of her ass.
“Okay, I really need to get going. Thanks for dinner. Can you walk me out?”
Mark adjusted his shorts, trying to hide his raging erection, but he soon gave up.
“Yeah, let’s go.” He muttered, and began walking out.
As they got to her Escalade, she turned to face him.
“Mark, I really like you, but what happened tonight can’t happen again. I hope you understand.”
“Of course.” Mark said, trying to act the gentleman, despite his desire to mount her right there in the parking lot.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and climbed into her SUV.
As soon as she pulled away, Mark was in his car and headed home. Allison was going to get a real good fucking tonight …
As Mark headed home, he took a look at his phone. Allison had called three more times, and sent several texts.
He called her back, and she answered on the first ring.
“Where have you been?!?!?” She demanded angrily.
“I told you, having dinner with Julia.”
“This entire time??? I’m not stupid Mark, you were fucking her, weren’t you?!?”
“That’s none of your business.”
Allison switched gears, her voice taking on a pleading tone. “Mom and dad are coming home tomorrow; I wanted to spend time with you.”
“And I’m on my way home right now.”
Allison switched gears on him once again, her voice changing to a snarl. “Be sure and wash that whore off of you first!” And she hung up.
Mark was troubled by her behavior. Allison was either the world’s best actress, or she was falling for him.She could just be bat-shit crazy. He thought to himself as he pulled into the driveway.
Taped to the front door was a note that read: Your dinner is on the table.Shit, I’m not hungry. Mark thought to himself. And she’s probably going to throw a fit if I don’t eat. Allison’s behavior was getting tiring. It was too difficult trying to sort out what was real, and what was staged for his benefit. Even under normal circumstances, Allison was a brat. He was tempted to just tell Allison that it was over, but how would she react? She could easily claim that he had been raping her, and that wasn’t a chance that Mark was willing to take. Plus, he had a raging boner that Julia had left him with, and Allison was the perfect solution.
He sighed and entered the doorway, heading for the kitchen. Finding it empty, he went to the dining room, and was greeted by quite a sight: their large dining room table was lit by a single bulb in the overhead lighting, which cast a soft glow on just the half of the table facing him. In that soft pool of warm light lay Allison. Her legs were encased in white stockings, and she wore white high heels, with nothing else. Her knees were pulled back and spread out to the sides of her body, exposing her glistening pussy, which she worked with both hands. One hand was rubbing her clit, while the other dipped in and out of her hole, her fingers coated with her juices.
Mark paused and took in the sight. Allison was a beautiful young woman, and to see her in this display of naked glory was enough to supercharge the libido of any red-blooded male. And quite a few females too. Mark thought as he briefly wondered what Julia would make of this spectacle.
He walked towards the table, and could see the rest of Allison’s body bathed in the soft light. Her C cup breasts spilled to the sides of her chest, her bright pink nipples jutting out from her silver-dollar sized areolas. She had done her hair in a fancy upswept design, and her body was lightly dusted with body glitter. She’d fit right in at any of the upscale men’s clubs. Mark thought to himself, briefly wondering if his step-sister had a future as a stripper.
He found himself thinking of her Senior Prom, and wondered if she had fucked her date. If she had, that kid was incredibly lucky. After being left high and dry by Julia, Mark’s cock was straining for release, but he knew that he had to play this cool, and make Allison work for it.
“I thought you said my dinner was on the table, Allison. I don’t see anything worth eating.”
She moaned in response. “You know you want it. You can’t resist it. Look.” She straightened her legs and placed her hands on the inside of her thighs, drawing them in towards her pussy before she spread her pussy lips wide open for him, showing him her hole. “All this is here for you, just waiting for you to fill it up.”
Mark ran his hands along Allison’s legs, making her shudder.
“Have you cleaned yourself up?” she asked him. “I don’t want any trace of that slut in the house.”
Mark grinned as he stepped forward between Allison’s legs. Her eyes were closed, and she had a blissful look on her face as she continued playing with herself while he traced his fingertips along her thighs.
He undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor before pushing himself balls deep into Allison’s pussy on his first stroke.
“I didn’t wash at all. She came all over me. Her cum is still on my cock, and now it’s inside you.”
As she moaned with satisfaction, Mark smiled and began taunting her.
“Shit Allison, after what she did to me tonight, why am I even wasting my time with you?” He stopped pumping and stood still, folding his arms across his chest.
“Prove to me that you’re worth it. Get me off, right now.”
Allison looked up at him, perplexed. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean make me cum. Now. You have five minutes.” Mark looked at his watch and started the timer.
“Are you kidding me?” She asked. She was expecting him to come home and fuck her brains out, not to be made to do all the work.
“4 minutes, 50 seconds. If I don’t cum, then you don’t either.”
She started to back away from him to switch into a position that allowed her greater control, but he stopped her.
“From where you are right now.”
Allison’s eyes grew wide, and she began frantically bouncing her hips up towards him, while grabbing his ass in her hands, pulling him deep inside her. Mark enjoyed watching her breasts bounce wildly around as she pushed herself against him.
Allison’s face was locked in a grimace of concentration as she arched her hips up and down. This position was a difficult one for her, her legs were hanging off the end of the table and her ass was starting to get sore from pushing her hips up and down. Mark just stood there with his closed, his face impassive and his arms folded across his chest.
Allison didn’t know how hard he was working to keep from cumming. Julia had left him high and dry, so he was primed and ready from the time he walked in the door. The mere sight of Allison lying nude on the table had him leaking pre-cum.
The two of them were engaged in a battle of wills, Allison trying her hardest to make him cum, and Mark doing his absolute best to hold back.
Finally, his timer beeped, and Mark opened his eyes. Allison fell flat on the table, exhausted. Her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed from exhaustion. Sweat glistened on her chest, and her breasts heaved up and down in time with her ragged breathing. Mark shook his head in disappointment and looked down at her sadly.
“You couldn’t even make me cum. You had just one thing to do, and you couldn’t do that right.” He shook his head, sighing in resignation. “I don’t know why I waste my time with you, when Julia is so much hotter.”
Allison’s pushed herself up off the table, slapping Mark across the face. He stared at her in shock and disbelief.
“Fuck you, Mark!” She hissed at him, her eyes flashing with anger.
He stared at her for a moment before he wrapped both his hands around her neck, and began jackhammering into her pussy.
Allison shrieked, and then started groaning as Mark tightened his grip. When her face started turning red, he released her throat, and she collapsed back on the table. He placed his hands on the tops of her thighs, and started pulling her into his powerful thrusts. Her round breasts jiggled up and down, and her face had an expression of ecstasy. It wasn’t long before Mark could feel himself on the edge. He wasn’t worried about getting Allison pregnant, her mom had put her on birth control a couple of years earlier to help clear up her complexion, but he wanted something different tonight.
He pulled out of her and started working his hand up and down his shaft. Allison opened her eyes and looked up at him just as his first blast exploded out of his cock and hit her square in the face. Her expression was priceless, and Mark grinned to himself as his next bursts of semen landed on her tits and stomach.
“Clean yourself off, you look disgusting.” He said, and he turned and walked away.
He showered and climbed into bed, thinking about how much longer Julia was going to hold out on him. He figured that the famous “three date rule” wasn’t going to apply with her. As he was drifting off to sleep, he heard Allison’s voice.
“You were mean.”
He looked up to see her standing next to his bed, her arms folded across her chest and staring down at him.
“What?” He said blearily.
“You were mean tonight.” She repeated, and looked away. “I didn’t like it.”
Mark remained silent, unsure of what to say. Allison eventually filled the uncomfortable silence. “What you said hurt my feelings. Don’t do it again.” And she climbed into the bed with him, but stayed as far away from him as she physically could.
Mark was puzzled. She was okay with all the abuse he had given her so far, but something he had said hurt her feelings, and that wasn’t okay? He fell asleep more confused by her behavior than ever.
Mark awoke the next morning with Allison by his side. He rolled over and headed to the bathroom. As he finished emptying his bladder, he looked down to realize that he had a serious case of morning wood. He looked back out to his bed, where Allison was still sleeping. She was wearing a nightie that came down just below her ass, with a pair of panties that accentuated her delectable derriere.
Mark glanced down at his hard on.
Why not? He thought to himself. Their parents would be returning today, he didn’t know when he’d get a chance to fuck Allison again, and Julia was making him jump though hoops to get into her pants. He looked around the bathroom before settling on a jar of Vaseline. Not ideal, but it was the best he had. He scooped some out of the jar and ran it up and down his cock before walking out to the bed. He pulled Allison’s panties down, and pushed some of the Vaseline into her asshole. She stirred a little, and Mark climbed onto the bed behind her, placing the head of his cock at her sphincter.
He pushed forward, and his cockhead, aided by the greasy lubricant, popped right through. He rolled Allison onto her stomach, positioned himself on top of her, and began pumping in and out of her clenching asshole for all he was worth. It didn’t take long for her to awake.
“You sick fuck.” Allison moaned sleepily. “Raping your sister in her ass while she’s sleeping.”
“Step-sister.” Mark corrected. “And you can’t rape the willing.”
He secured her arms behind her head in a half-nelson, and buried his dick deep in her bowels.
“Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!!!” Allison was really getting worked over, and it had her little pussy boiling.
“Even if I hadn’t done this, you’d be climbing on top of me, wouldn’t you Allison?”
She shook her head no, but Mark knew the truth. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back as she shrieked in pain and pleasure.
“Tell the truth Allison, you’d have climbed on top of me, wouldn’t you?”
Allison couldn’t take it and cried out. “Yes! Yes!”
“And why is that Allison? What would make you mount my cock?”
Allison remained silent, and Mark shoved a little deeper on his next stroke, making her cry out.
“Say it, Allison.”
“I’m a whore.” She moaned. Mark grinned to himself and started rolling his hips, planting his dick as deeply into her as he could, making her shriek every time he bottomed out in her ass.
“I’m a whore!! I’m a whore!! I’m a whore!! I’m a whore!!” She cried in time with his thrusts.
Mark enjoyed the feeling of control he had over Allison in this position, but it also limited his movement. He lay flat on Allison’s back, leaned his head next to hers, and concentrated on bouncing his hips up and down off of her ass cheeks. He was only able to pull back a few inches while still maintaining his hold, but he still thrust into her with everything he had.
She shrieked and moaned at the abuse he was dealing out to her tiny asshole, crying and whimpering as he savagely pounded into her.
After several minutes, he released his hold on her arms, placed his hands on either side of her head, and pushed himself up onto his arms. This position gave him a little more leverage, and he took full advantage of it, pulling back until just the head of his cock was still inside her, and then thrusting forward with all his might. After just a few of these strokes, Mark threw his head back and shouted, coating Allison’s colon with his jizz. Allison screamed loud enough to bring the house down around their ears as she felt Mark explode inside her ass. She could never actually feel him cum when he was in her pussy, but when he came in her ass, she could feel everything.
Mark fell over on his side, spent, and Allison curled up in a little ball before pushing herself up out of bed and limping to the doorway. She looked back at him, splayed out and exhausted.
“You could never fuck that whore the way that you fuck me. Don’t you ever say that I’m not hot.” And she walked out of the room.
Mark chuckled to himself and headed for the shower.
The rest of the day, Mark busied himself with cleaning the house, making sure to erase all traces of what he and Allison had been up to. No way was he letting her mom wash their sheets, God only knew what evidence they had left behind.
Allison finally reappeared as the sheets were in the dryer. She sat down gingerly with a thoughtful smile on her face.
“What time will they be back?”
“I’m not sure.” Mark replied. He reached into the freezer for an ice pack and passed it to her.
“Thank you.” She said, as she rolled a hip up and reached under her robe, placing the ice pack onto her abused anus.
She looked at him hopefully. “Do you think that we’ll have time …?”
He looked away. “I don’t want to take that chance.”
Allison had a pout on her face, so Mark sighed to himself and tried to reason with her.
“Allison, I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they found out about the two of us, especially not if they walked in on us. And as loud as you get, I don’t think we’d hear them getting home. Hell, a marching band could go through, and we’d never hear it.”
Allison still wasn’t satisfied, but she at least seemed to accept his answer.
“I’m going to go lay out.” She announced.
“Not in what you wore the other day.” Mark said. “Your mom would have a heart attack if she saw you in that.”
Allison smiled and headed to her room as Mark continued to clean up. After twenty minutes he was back in his room playing video games.
He texted Julia, thanking her for the previous night, making sure to keep his chances with her still alive, even if she was trying to avoid getting physical with him.
Not long after that, his phone rang. Julia.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to say thanks again for dinner.”
“No problem. I was hoping to do it again soon. Maybe In-n-Out next time?” He suggested.
She laughed at that. “Yeah, I could for that. See you at work tomorrow.”
“See ya.” Mark said, and hung up.
So they had managed to avoid the awkward conversation about how their date had ended, that was a good sign. Maybe he had a chance of getting into her pants after all …
His phone beeped with a text from Julia.You still aren’t going to get what you want.
Shit. Oh well, at least Allison was still available.
His phone rang again, this time from their parents. Mark spoke briefly with them, and headed outside.
At least Allison had not worn the child sized bikini from the other day. Instead, she was wearing a pair of Aviator sunglasses, and nothing else. The top half of her lounge was tilted up at a 45 degree angle, allowing her to catch the suns ray’s to maximum affect. It also allowed her breasts to hang at just the right angle to maximize their size. Mark grinned to himself as he walked towards her. As he stood in her sun, she shaded her face and cocked an eye at him.
“Yes?”
“Your mom just called. They’ll be back in an hour.”
He dropped his shorts and straddled her chest.
“Get to sucking.” He said, his cock bobbing directly in front of her face. Allison had given up all pretense of being forced to participate in their sexual encounters; she merely opened her mouth wide and took him in as deep as she could. Mark placed his hands on the top of the lounge and steadied himself while Allison bobbed her head back and forth on his shaft. She placed her hands on his ass and started pulling herself as far as she could onto him. As his cock bounced against the back of her mouth, Allison tried to relax her throat muscles enough to take him in, but she was unable to do it. After several failed attempts, Mark smirked down at her.
“Julia was able to deep throat me on the first try.” He taunted her.
Allison slapped his ass with one of her hands as she pulled her mouth back off of his dick and glared up at him.
“Watch it.” She warned him.
Mark grabbed her face in his hands and forced her mouth open before stuffing his cock back into it and jabbing hard against her throat.
“Who gave you permission to speak, whore? Your mouth is only to be used for sucking my cock.”
He pushed her head back against the lounge, and began insistently pushing his dick as far into her mouth as he could. Allison began gagging, and was afraid that she was about to throw up when suddenly her epiglottis closed, and his dick was down her throat. He kept it there for several seconds, and when Allison started to choke, he pulled back out.
She looked up at him and smiled, then descended back down on his cock, taking him all the way in, her nose pushed into his pubic hair. She repeated this several times while Mark looked down, enjoying the visual it presented him, and it wasn’t long before Allison had him ready to cum. Without warning, he began sending streams of semen down her throat and into her stomach, grunting as Allison moaned. She let his dick slide free of her mouth and looked up at him with a pout.
“I didn’t get to cum.”
“Who cares?” Mark asked rhetorically as he climbed off of her and began pulling his shorts back up.
“MmmaaAAAaaarrrrrrrkk.” She whined at him as he turned to go inside. “You can’t leave me like this.”
He turned back and smirked at her. “Watch me.” And walked back inside.
“Asshole!!” Allison shouted at him as he laughed to himself. He knew he was playing a dangerous game with her, but he was determined to remain in control.

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