Story: Brea Comes Home From College, Part 18

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The new arrangement in Michael’s family offered up new ways for the family to spend time together.

One of Michael’s favourites was “hunting”.  He’d been initially unsure about this – and so had Michael’s father – but Brea had talked them both into it by selling them fantasies of what it involved, while stroking and sucking their cocks earnestly.  In the end, they’d agreed – and after the first time they’d actually done it, they knew they wanted more.  

Brea had secured the family a new black van – large, in good condition, with all its identifying numbers scraped off, and equipped with a set of seven sets of interchangeable licence plates, all of them legal, not reported as stolen, and registered to mild-mannered civilians who had no idea their plates were being used in this way.  

It had barely cost anything to acquire, either – at least, once Brea had gone to the remote farm of its erstwhile owner with her mother and Morgan in tow, and informed the grizzled farmer making the sale that he could fuck, rape and torture all three of them as much as he wanted for six whole hours.  He had taken a particular shine to Veronica, first whipping the mature beauty’s large tits with a belt while she cried, before violently raping her cunt and ejaculating inside her, while Brea and Morgan lezzed off for his visual entertainment.

The whole family would pack into the van, with Brea driving.  Sometimes Michael invited his friend Harry to accompany them too.  They would go out at night, and Brea would identify some girl walking alone as the target of their hunt.

These girls were usually between the ages of 18 and 22, and always gorgeous.  Brea had always surveilled these girls for some days in advance, and she had a preference for picking out innocent Catholic girls from the local church community, partly because it was so enjoyable to despoil their innocence, but also partly because they were unlikely to be on birth control.

The van would pull up next to Brea’s target, and Veronica and Morgan would jump out and abduct the girl, pressing a piss-soaked rag against the girl’s mouth to stop her screaming, as they grabbed her arms, and dragged her back into the van.  Veronica and Morgan wore masks to hide their faces – as did everyone on these “hunting trips” – but sometimes the family would make the women stay otherwise nude as they performed the abduction, to increase the women’s humiliation.

And the humiliation was a significant part of the point.  Brea said that all women needed to be made complicit in the degradation and rape of other women.  Their willingness to help rape other women – no matter how much force had been applied to make them do it – justified their own rape.  And women also needed to know that other women were more likely to help them get raped than to aid them in avoiding or escaping that rape.

Once the target of the “hunting” was in the soundproofed van, she was at the family’s mercy.  The men would pull or rip off her clothes, and then slap her face or punch her tits or cunt until she stopped screaming and cooperated.  Then the family would take turns raping the poor girl – even the women, because again, it was important that Veronica and Morgan learn that they were the kind of slut who would rape another female and enjoy it.  The women were given the task of forcing their victim to orgasm, and they would be punished if they did not achieve it.

The men would always try and finish in the captive girl’s cunt, for the best chance of impregnating her.  Michael loved the idea of leaving these helpless sluts knocked up with a baby, not knowing who the father was, and unable to explain how they had become pregnant.  Plus, the girls wailed and struggled with extra passion when they realised they were about to receive sperm into their unprotected wombs.

Brea would tape every session, and before they released the girl, Brea would explain that they had her rape on tape – often complete with footage of the girl orgasming to a woman’s tongue – and that if she ever told anyone she had been raped, or complained of sexual assault or harassment under any circumstances – even if it was a *different* rape or harassment to this one – the footage would be shown to her friends and family (and, for Catholic girls, her congregation).

Then they would drive her into the woods, push her out the back of the van, and piss on her, before driving away, leaving her naked and wet and without a phone or wallet, miles from home.  What she did from there would be her problem.

Michael knew it wasn’t just the women being trained.  This was an important part of Brea’s plan to teach the men of her family that all women were nothing but objects for men to ejaculate and piss into.  But it was a lesson he was enjoying learning.  He loved the feeling of looking at any woman, anywhere, and knowing that with the aid of his family and the black van, he could rip off her clothes, impregnate her, piss on her, and leave her crying in the dirt, with absolutely no consequences, and there was nothing the woman could do about it.

And if he had the slightest hint of conscience or guilt, he could take it out on Brea, slapping her face extra hard, spanking her cunt, pinching her nipples, stuffing large objects into her anus, before raping her until he came.  She deserved it, after all.  She would tell him how much she deserved it even while he was doing it to her, and thank him for it.  

And as Michael raped Brea, he would picture the girls they had “hunted”, their bellies swelling with pregnancy, unable to find clothes that fit them, weeping, possibly kicked out of their homes, maybe turning to prostitution to pay for the new life that Michael had put inside them – and he would grip his sister’s tits extra hard, and cum with explosive force into her womb, knowing that the pleasure he was feeling justified everything he had done to those women, and that they weren’t real people anyway – for what real person would allow herself to be gang-raped and pissed on in the way those silly sluts had?

“You know what I fantasise about?” Brea had said one time as he ravaged her pussy.  “I think about us still being together when the children of these girls turn 18.  And if the kid’s a boy, we’ll send him a copy of his mother’s rape tape to wank to.  And if it’s a girl, we’ll do the same thing to her, and put a baby into her just like we did to her mother.  And either way we’ll blackmail them into raping their own mother, just like we did 18 years ago…”

But it wasn’t just some random girl that Michael *really* wanted to get pregnant.  It was Claire – innocent, once-virginal Claire, who Brea and Michael had led into a haze of lesbian lust, corruption, shame, and rape.  Michael wanted to see Claire’s belly swollen with child – *his* child – and see *her* life destroyed by an unwanted rape-pregnancy.

Michael had thought it might be a slower process to arrive at Claire’s eventual impregnation, but Brea had a somewhat faster timetable in mind.

“It’s time to knock the bitch up,” she told Michael one day.  “The next week is her most fertile time, and the longer we take to put your baby in her belly, the greater the chance that she’s going to get raped by some stranger – or by her father – and let them fertilise her eggs instead.”

“It’s so soon…” demurred Michael.  For some reason, impregnating Claire felt more significant than all the silly Catholic girls he had raped.  For one thing, he knew Claire’s name.

“Have you seen how I have her dressing now?” said Brea.  “There’s barely anything in her wardrobe that conceals her body.  That little pussy of hers peeks out whenever she bends over in those short skirts, and I’ve made sure she has nothing that conceals the entirety of her tits at once – it’s all sideboob, underboob, cleavage, or see-through.  I’ve been making her rub her father’s cock through his pants when she hugs him, and I’ve been making her father call me by her name when he fucks me, and it won’t be long before he’s pumping his sperm up his baby girl’s snatch while she cries and begs him not to.  We need to move soon, brother.”

“Is she ready… to do that with me?” he asked.

“Probably not,” said Brea.  “But it doesn’t matter.  She won’t know it’s you.”

They started by “hunting” her.  They picked Claire up in the black van as she was out walking one night.  She had no idea who was grabbing her, and she screamed into her gag and struggled as Veronica and Morgan hustled her into the van.

Once she was stripped naked, the whole family made use of her.  Michael had a moment of jealousy when his father pushed his cock into Claire’s mouth – but in the end it was only Michael who ejaculated into Claire’s cunt that night.  At the time that Michael came, Claire’s crying face was buried in Morgan’s wet pussy, and Michael’s mother was licking Michael’s cock as he raped it in and out of Claire’s fuckhole.

None of them spoke to Claire at any time – afraid that she might recognise their voices – but Michael noted with satisfaction that Claire was unable to stop herself from orgasming when she felt Michael’s sperm spurt up into her unprotected womb. 

She had no idea, of course, that she wasn’t on birth control.  She was still taking her pills every day, unaware that Brea had switched them for ones that were turning her into a stupid, confused, breedable slut.

They kept her in the van longer than they normally did with the girls they abducted.  They each took a turn pissing into Claire’s mouth, and then once Michael was hard again, he raped her a second time, putting a second load of his sperm up inside her, before they finally dumped her naked near her house.

The next day, Brea was quickly able to get the story of Claire’s rape “by strangers” out of the crying girl.  She insisted on bringing Claire to her house “to look after her” – which quickly turned into an epic session of lesbian sex, as she stripped Claire naked, bound Claire’s hands to her bed, and then began to slowly and persuasively lick at Claire’s pussy as she encouraged Claire to describe her rape in every erotic detail.

Brea would occasionally stop to ask Claire details.  Hadn’t Claire been dressed like a slut?  What did she think was going to happen, dressing like that?  If she really didn’t want to be raped, why had she orgasmed?  Did she think nice girls got raped like that?  Why did she think the van had picked her, in particular, to rape?

With every question, and with every lick at Claire’s pussy, Brea associated Claire’s rape in her mind with lust, eroticism, guilt and shame.  She reminded Claire that nice girls didn’t lez off with their best friends like Claire did.  She reminded Claire that nice girls didn’t drink piss, like Claire did.  She reminded Claire that nice girls didn’t cocktease their own fathers, like Claire did.

She left her bedroom door open as she did these things, and from time to time Michael or his father or his mother would wander in and watch Brea licking Claire’s cunt, and listen to Claire’s confessions of how she had been gang-raped.  Claire didn’t like these intrusions, but with her hands bound, and Brea’s mouth between her legs, there was little she could do about them, and they helped establish to Claire that it was normal for people to watch her lezzing off while talking about being raped.

However, after the third such intrusion, Brea “mercifully” blindfolded Claire, so she wouldn’t even know if people were looking at her, and it wouldn’t bother her so much.  And once Claire could see nothing at all, Brea began to push condoms of Michael’s sperm up into Claire’s vagina.

Michael had prepared a good supply of these over the last few weeks, and Brea had taken pains to store them at the right temperature to keep them viable.  Slowly, she pushed condom after condom of sperm up into Claire’s unprotected snatch, taking care to lick at Claire’s pussy between each one so she wouldn’t get suspicious.

By the time night fell, Brea estimated that there was an excellent chance that Claire was now pregnant – and that she would assume that she had been impregnated during her gang rape, by people whose names she thought she didn’t know.

Now it was time to make Claire belong to Michael absolutely.

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