Story: Support Group

When Jenna had been 19, a man had broken into the house where Jenna lived with her mother and 18-year-old sister.  He had held all three women at gunpoint, and forced them to strip and fuck each other for his entertainment.  Jenna had had her first lesbian experience licking her pretty blonde sister Kelly’s pussy, as her own mother tongued Jenna’s cunt, and she had known the shivering shame of orgasming from lezzing off with her female family members.

Then the man had raped each of them, promising he would cum inside whichever girl fucked him the best, and when he ejaculated into Jenna’s unprotected cunt she had felt a mixture of horror, shame, and humiliating pride at having fucked her rapist better than her mother or sister.

She never saw the man again, but afterwards she discovered she was pregnant, and over her mother’s objections she decided to keep the baby.  Because the night of traumatic rape had left Jenna with a kink, and every time she remembered the taste of her sister Kelly’s snatch, or the feeling of being violated by the man’s cock, she grew uncontrollably wet – and nothing reminded her of it more than the feeling of life slowly growing in her belly, and her breasts beginning to swell with milk.

She knew it was wrong, and she hated herself for it, but she couldn’t help it.  Every time she fantasised, it was of rape, and of being forced to fuck her mother and sister.  Particularly her sister.  She had broached the subject hesitantly with Kelly on a couple of occasions – hoping her sister would confess she had the same idea, and want to lez off with her again, ideally with a brutish, violent man watching them – but Kelly was revolted by the thought.

Jenna’s daughter was born in due course – a healthy baby girl named Alicia – and Jenna did her best as a mother.  Over the following years, Jenna had many short relationships with men – and inevitably she would choose men who were violent, thuggish, and abusive, who would leave bruises on Jenna’s face and tits and ass before eventually abandoning her.  Every bruise made Jenna cum, and every time they told her she was a disgusting worthless slut, she believed them.

And still her mind dwelt on that formative experience of rape.

When Alicia eventually turned 18, it was too much for Jenna – for Alicia had grown to bear a striking resemblance to her aunt Kelly, and every time Jenna saw her daughter it was like she was back there again, on the fateful night of the home invasion.  On the night following Alicia’s 18th birthday, Jenna once again orgasmed from the memory of raping her sister – and then burst into tears when she realised that she hadn’t been picturing Kelly’s cunt at all – but rather the virginal pussy of her own daughter.

She didn’t know what to do.  She browsed the internet looking for help, and in a dark corner of a forgotten forum she found a reference to a psychologist, a Dr Stephen Hapgood, who professed to be a specialist in unwanted incestuous lust.  Less than a week later, she found herself attending his office for an appointment.

He was a handsome older man, whose appearance reminded her in many uncomfortable ways of her formative rapist.  She sat on his couch, and explained her history of rape and abuse to him – and then paused, scared to confess the fantasies she’d been having about her own daughter.

“I can see you are having trouble,” he told her.  “Perhaps you do not trust me?”

“I don’t know that I trust anyone,” she said.  “It’s so… wrong.”

“I think I can help you with that,” he said.  

And then, before she could react, Dr Hapgood had risen from his seat, crossed the space between them, and grabbed her by the hair.  With his free hand, he slapped her across the face, hard, and then spat on her, and then grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it, exposing her breasts.

“You are a stupid disgusting slut,” he said, “and you know that you deserve the shame of confessing your fantasies.  So you will talk to me, or I will slap you in your stupid face and your whorish tits until you obey.”

Jenna’s mouth hung open with shock – and her cunt was suddenly throbbingly, gushingly wet.  Her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardened.

“Yes, sir,” she heard herself say.  And then she confessed everything – every slutty thought, every perverted fantasy.

After a minute, Dr Hapgood interrupted to say, “I think you should masturbate as you speak,” and she obeyed, spreading her legs and reaching under her skirt to rub her soaking wet pussy through her panties.

When she described her fantasy licking her non-consenting daughter’s cunt until Alicia was on the edge of orgasm, and then stepping back to allow a rapist to impregnate her daughter just as Jenna had once been impregnated herself, she found herself orgasming, and squirting through her panties all over her skirt, and over Dr Hapgood’s couch and floor.

“You disgusting incestuous whore,” spat Dr Hapgood.  He stood again, and grabbed her hair, and pushed her face down in the puddle of her ejaculate.  “Lick,” he commanded her.  And as she began to reluctantly lick up her mess, he pulled off her skirt and panties, and shoved his hard cock into her pussy.

“You will do as you are told now, or you will go to jail,” he told her as he raped her, and although the words made Jenna terrified, they also made her so joyful – to be controlled, and violated, and abused, exactly as she fantasised about – that she orgasmed three more times against his dick before he finally spurted his seed into her womb.

He made her sit at his feet afterwards, and transfer his cum from her cunt to her mouth – “to reduce the chance of you breeding any more slut daughters” – and then had her suck on his soft cock for a while.  He got her to show him pictures of Alicia on her phone, including a few naked photos that Jenna had surreptitiously taken of her daughter in the last week, for her own personal masturbatory enjoyment.  The photos of Jenna’s daughter made the psychologist’s cock hard again, and soon she was sucking him to a second orgasm.  He made a point of pulling out of her mouth before he reached his climax, and instead ejaculating over her face and hair “just like she deserved”.

In the end he referred her to a support group that he ran, for women just like her, and instructed her to attend twice a week.

“Will it help me to stop fantasising about my daughter?” she asked him.

“I promise it will end these conflicted feelings that you are having,” he replied.

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The support group was held at a remote community hall, and when Jenna walked in on her first attendance, she stopped, shocked.  There were around a half-dozen women there already, and they were all completely naked, seated on chairs that were arranged into a loose circle.  

What was more, the remaining chairs had things fixed to the seats – a long dildo that would line up with Jenna’s cunt if she sat down, and a smaller thicker one that would clearly probe at her anus.

“Come in, Jenna,” said Dr Hapgood, who was in a different kind of seat – more expensive, and more commanding.  “Undress, and take a seat.”

“But…” Jenna objected.  Undress?  In front of people she didn’t know?

“Oh, Jenna,” said Dr Hapgood.  “The things you have already told me could result in the removal of your daughter by Social Services, and possibly end with you going to jail.  Don’t be fussy, now – undress, and sit.”

The threat made Jenna shiver, but honestly she would have found it difficult to resist a man speaking in a commanding tone under any circumstances.  Blushing, she pulled off her clothes, and slowly lowered herself onto the dildos.  She barely needed any lubrication in her pussy – she hadn’t been around naked women in a sexual context since her rape, and the sight of all these tits and cunts had her cunt gushing almost immediately.  She needed to transfer some of her pussy juices to her anus to accommodate the second dildo, but that was easy enough.

Once her ass cheeks hit the chair, the dildos lodged inside her began to buzz gently – not in an overwhelming way, but enough to stimulate and amplify her existing arousal in a distracting way.

A few more women trickled in over the next few minutes, and undressed and sat, until there were a total of 10 naked women arranged around the circle.

“Now,” said Dr Hapgood.  “Welcome back to our support group.  As you are aware, there are only a few requirements for participation in this group.  The first is that you are a mother.  The second is that you fantasise about raping your daughter.  The third is that your daughter is aged 18 years or older.  And the fourth is that you do what I tell you, and never, ever discuss this group with outsiders.  Do you understand?”

There were nods, and a chorus of, “Yes, sir.”

“Very good,” said Dr Hapgood.  “Let us start by having you affirm your truth.”

The redhead to the left of Dr Hapgood began.  “My name is Mona,” she said.  “I’m a disgusting slut, and I fantasise about raping my daughter, and I deserve to be raped.”

Next was the raven-haired beauty next to Mona.  “My name is Charity,” she said.  “I’m a disgusting slut, and I fantasise about raping my daughter, and I deserve to be raped.”

When it came to Jenna’s turn, she repeated the mantra.  “My name is Jenna,” she said.  “I’m a disgusting slut, and I fantasise about raping my daughter, and I deserve to be raped.”

It felt good to say it – liberating – because Jenna knew it was true.  She had known it all of Alicia’s life.  

When the last woman had spoken, Dr Hapgood nodded.

“Very good, ladies,” he said.  “Now, as I tell you each time we meet here, your desire to rape your daughters is slutty and perverted.  It is unnatural, and disgusting, and it marks you as whorish animals who deserve degradation and punishment.”

The women blushed.  Jenna recoiled as if she had been slapped – because she knew Dr Hapgood was right.

“But!” continued Dr Hapgood.  “Having accepted that unnatural desire, we must remember that there is NOTHING wrong with making your daughter your sexual plaything, whether she consents or otherwise.”

Jenna was confused.  What was Dr Hapgood saying?

“Ladies, you literally risked your lives in childbirth to create your daughter,” Dr Hapgood said.  “You gave her life with your breast milk.  You sacrificed your time and your attention and your finances and mental health to raise her to the age of 18.  Even if you fucked your daughter every day for a year, she would still be the most expensive prostitute you could possibly have hired.  Your daughter will literally never be able to repay you for your investment in her life, and the sacrifices you have made on her behalf.  So why shouldn’t you fuck her?”

What Dr Hapgood was saying made sense.  Jenna *wanted* it to make sense.  The vibrators were buzzing in her pussy and her ass.  She nodded, as if she agreed.

“I know we have some new women here tonight,” said Dr Hapgood.  “But why don’t some of our more senior members tell us about the progress they’re making with their daughters?  Maybe starting with you, Marianne?”

Marianne was a big-titted blonde women to Jenna’s left.  Dr Hapgood walked over to her, and Marianne handed him a USB stick that she had pulled out of her handbag, which lay on the ground next to her.  Dr Hapgood inserted the stick into a laptop, and large pictures suddenly appeared on the wall of the room, cast by a projector on a nearby table.

Jenna was looking at a clearly-embarrassed brown-haired 19-year-old girl.  The girl was completely nude and she was spreading her pussy lips open for the photo.

“Suggesting that I look for a private diary file on her computer was an amazing idea, Dr Hapgood,” said Marianna.  “It turned out that Rachel had written all kinds of things about her friends – some of them bitchy, some of them very slutty.  She was willing to do anything to avoid me sharing it with them.  So we’ve agreed that she doesn’t wear clothes at home now, and she does “photo night” with me every Thursday, where we pose and photograph her body.  I tell her that’s to help her stay in line, and so she doesn’t sneak out of the house without permission.”

She laughed, and continued, “I also talk about how slutty her diary was all the time, because it really embarrasses her, and it clearly makes her feel dirty and insecure.  She had some lesbian thoughts about a friend, so I’ve told her if she can’t control herself and avoid masturbating to her disgusting fantasies, she’ll have to start taking daily cunt-licking lessons from mommy, so she at least knows what she’s doing.”

“And do you think she will masturbate?” asked Dr Hapgood.  

“Well, I’ve taken the doors off her bedroom, the toilet and the shower, so she has no privacy,” said Marianne.  “And I’m putting a drug in her drink every morning that should increase her sex drive, so I think it’s only a matter of time before she becomes mommy’s little cunt-licker.”

The thought obviously excited Marianne.  She was breathing quickly, and humping herself against the dildo on the chair.

“Very good, Marianne,” said Dr Hapgood.  “And Helena, what about you?”

Helena was a woman with an athletic body and short blonde bangs.  She gave Dr Hapgood a USB stick, and when Dr Hapgood inserted it into his laptop, the projector began to display video, of Helena, nude, locked in a lesbian 69 with a buxom blonde teen, the two women eagerly licking each other’s cunts.

“Well, as you know,” said Helena, “several months ago I convinced April that doing porn was a good way to pay her share of the rent and bills, and save for the car she wants.  So last week I had a word with the studio she works with – and when April heard how much money they would pay for real-life mother-daughter lesbian incest, I didn’t even have to suggest it to her.  She was practically begging me to lez off with her for the cameras.”

“That’s amazing, Helena,” said Dr Hapgood.  “And what’s next for your relationship with April?”

“Well,” said Helena.  “The studio is offering an even bigger amount of money – a whole contract really – if April will shoot a gangbang impregnation scene, and then do lesbian breastfeeding content with me once her breast milk comes in, but I’m worried April won’t agree to that.”

“Maybe get her drunk or drugged,” said Dr Hapgood.  “And then get her to sign the contract.  After all, won’t it be sweeter seeing her gangbanged and impregnated if she doesn’t really want it to happen, but is forced to go along with it?”

“Yes,” sighed Helena – almost a moan of pure lust.  “Thank you, Dr Hapgood…”

And it continued on like that.  As woman after woman spoke – and nude and explicit photos of their adult daughters were shared on the screen – it became clear to Jenna that this was not a group for women to cure themselves of their lust for their daughter… but rather to share and swap tips for luring their daughter into sexual – and often non-consensual – relationship.

When dark-haired Charity spoke, and described how once a week she was entering her daughter’s school dorm to rape her in the night, her face covered by a mask – and then, by day, telling her daughter that the slutty way she dressed “was going to get her raped”, to help her daughter think her rapes were her own fault – Jenna felt herself beginning to orgasm and squirt against the vibrating dildos, picturing herself doing the same to Alicia, using her daughter to satisfy her whorish lust…

Dr Hapgood made her clean her mess up with her tongue, as she had done in his office, but he commended her on her progress in visualising her future domination of her daughter, and then guided her back onto the dildos.

Jenna learned that the photos and videos the women provided of their daughters would be sold on the internet to anonymous men – the price of their attendance at the support group.  Whereas footage filmed of the women themselves, admitting to raping their daughters, would be held by Dr Hapgood, to ensure no woman would leave the group or speak of it to others.

The end of the session was a skill-share, where the experienced women provided tips for drugging, raping, gaslighting, blackmailing and spying on the daughters they lusted after.

At the end, Dr Hapgood would select two women to engage in lesbian sex for his entertainment, while a third was given the privilege of being fucked by him, or sucking his cock.  When Jenna was told at her first session that she would be licking Marianne’s fuckhole while Dr Hapgood fucked Charity, she had never been happier.

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Over the following month she attended the support group twice weekly.  She learned how to buy small, discreet cameras to spy on her daughter in the bedroom, the shower and the toilet.  She learned how to install spyware on her daughter’s phone and computer to monitor her browsing activity, porn consumption, and communication with friends.  The humiliating footage she obtained from these activities was shared with the support group, and given to Dr Hapgood, and she felt her pussy throb at the knowledge that men on the internet would stroke their cocks to the sight of her daughter’s naked body.

She secretly replaced her daughter’s birth control with sugar pills, and had to immediately masturbate to orgasm at the implications of what she had just done.  And one very special night she fed her daughter sleeping pills in her dinner, and when Alicia passed out, she pulled off her daughter’s clothes, spread her legs, and licked her delicious teen pussy for the first time.  She filmed this, too, and shared it with the support group, heedless of how it incriminated her.

But in the end, the path to fulfilling her fantasies was deceptively simple.  It came to her in a dream, and she proposed it to Dr Hapgood, and he agreed almost immediately.

The following week, she invited her sister Kelly to visit.  As Kelly was sitting at the dinner table with Jenna and Alicia, there was a sharp “BANG” from the back door – the sound of the door being kicked in – and suddenly there were three masked men in the house, holding very real guns, that they pointed at the women.

“Stay quiet, and undress, you whores,” growled the leader – and while Jenna recognised the voice of Dr Hapgood, neither her sister or her daughter knew who this was.

Kelly screamed, so one of the masked men grabbed her, pushed her against the wall, and ripped off her panties from under her pretty sun dress, before jamming them into her mouth, and then using duct tape to tape them in place.  

Frightened, Alicia began to undress for the men, and when Kelly was released she did the same.  Jenna was less frightened – she had planned this with Dr Hapgood – but she stripped alongside her sister and daughter.

Kelly was nearly in tears.  The attack was bringing back her memories of what had happened when she was 18.  And she truly did begin to cry when Dr Hapgood gave his next command.

“You,” he said, pointing at Jenna.  “Lick this one’s snatch while we watch.”  And he motioned her towards Kelly.

Kelly didn’t want to do it, but she had no choice.  She lay on the couch, and Jenna knelt beside her, and spread Kelly’s legs apart.

And when she leaned in to lick her sister’s snatch, she discovered Kelly’s secret.  Kelly was wet.  

And Jenna instantly knew that Kelly had formed the same kink from their shared trauma that Jenna had formed, and that she had likely fantasised about fucking her sister and her mother while men watched for all of her life.  And, unlike Jenna, Kelly had suppressed it.  And refused to acknowledge it.  Because Kelly was less of a slut than her sister was.

But there was no hiding it now, and when Jenna started to lick at Kelly’s pussy, Kelly shivered with deep humiliation, but couldn’t help from humping her groin back against Jenna’s face.

Jenna licked until her sister embarrassingly, inevitably orgasmed.  Then one of the masked men took Kelly, and began to fuck his cock into her wet pussy.

“Now, the daughter – lick your mother,” instructed Dr Hapgood, and soon Jenna was experiencing what she had always fantasised about – her daughter’s face between her thighs, her daughter’s tongue sliding over her clitoris and probing her fuckhole.  She orgasmed almost immediately, but tried to hide it, both so Alicia wouldn’t realise she was enjoying what was happening, and so that Dr Hapgood wouldn’t call an end to it too soon.

She had a second orgasm, and a third, against her daughter’s face, but after the third Dr Hapgood pulled them apart.  The man raping Kelly had ejaculated into her cunt, so Hapgood instructed Alicia to lick the sperm from her aunt’s pussy, while the other one of his compatriots fucked Jenna.

Jenna hadn’t been taking her birth control either, and this was her dream – an anonymous man about to ejaculate into her unprotected womb while she watched her daughter unwillingly licking cum from her sister’s pussy.  She orgasmed twice more before her assailant flooded her baby-tunnel with his sperm.

And then it was Kelly’s turn to lick Jenna’s cunt clean, while Alicia got raped.  It was Dr Hapgood who took Alicia, and the moment of watching her daughter lose her virginity to an older man’s cock was a deeply special one for Jenna.  Alicia was crying, and so was Kelly, and that just somehow made it better.  And when Dr Hapgood bucked, and Jenna realised he had ejaculated into Alicia’s pussy, somehow she just knew, deep inside her, that her daughter was now pregnant.

It was Jenna, of course, who got to lick her daughter’s cunt clean.  And when she was done, Dr Hapgood pronounced their fate.

“This one has pleased me the most,” he said, pointing at Jenna.  “Several times a week, I will send instructions to this one, for tasks that the three of you must undertake.  Sexual tasks.  And you will perform them, and film them, and send them to me, or else I will return with my friends, and we will hurt you all very badly.  Do you understand?”

Terrified, the women nodded their heads.

“Very well,” he said.  “And now we leave.”

The men retreated as quickly as they had come.

Of course, Dr Hapgood would not be sending any such instructions to them.  But several times a week Jenna would make up her own sexual fantasies, and pretend they were instructions from their attackers.  When she told Kelly to move into her house, and sleep naked in a cage at the foot of her bed, it would be Jenna who really came up with that order.  When she told Alicia that neither Jenna nor Alicia were allowed to wear clothes around the house, it would likewise be her own choice to create that rule.  And when the members of Jenna’s support group attended the house, one by one, to take a turn raping Alicia while Jenna watched, that too was something Jenna would pretend was a command of their attackers.

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As it happened, Jenna’s fondest wishes came true, and not only did Alicia fall pregnant from her rape, but Kelly and Jenna did too.  Naturally, the command came from “their attackers” that all three women must carry the babies to term.  

Jenna had so much to teach her sister and her daughter about bearing a rape baby.  And she couldn’t wait until their bellies grew, and their breasts swelled with milk.

She wondered if there was a support group for pregnant sluts.  A special support group, like her other one, that would help them all get raped again….

Dr Hapgood would know, she was sure.  And she couldn’t wait to find out.

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