Story: An Incentive for Ethan, Part 13

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Ethan awoke to the feeling of his mother licking his cock, and mumbling, “Please rape me, Daddy,” in between licks. 

She was naked but for an adult diaper. 

Ethan had told her to wake him this way in the morning, that she would have to wear the diaper, and and that if she couldn’t convince him to violently rape her within half an hour of him waking up that she would spend the morning on the anal dildo that she hated so deeply. 

Luckily he was in the mood to rape her this morning, and he didn’t take much convincing.  But his goal today was to further degrade and humiliate his mother prior to the next stage in his plan. 

“Have you pissed yet this morning, cunt?” he asked her. 

She blushed.  “No, daddy,” she said. 

“Then be a good girl and piss,” he told her.  Then he grabbed her hair and brought her mouth against his, in a deep kiss, as his other hand massaged her tits. 

Humiliated, but with no options, Melissa was forced to release her bladder, and piss into the diaper as she tongue-kissed her naked son. 

When she was done, Ethan smiled, and reached down and helped her remove the diaper.   

Then he pressed the crotch of the wet diaper against her face, and re-secured it in place over her head, forcing her to breathe and taste her piss, and then he got up and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that he could stand between her legs and fuck her.  He smiled as he pushed his cock into his mother’s cunt, and began to freely beat her tits with his hands as he raped her. 

To his delight, she orgasmed before he did – but he still made her keep the diaper on her face for a half-hour afterwards, and sent her out into the backyard to masturbate under the morning sun while he made preparations for the rest of the day.

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He took her to the beach.  It involved a substantial drive, and Ethan took the wheel.  He gave his mother some hope that she would at least be partially covered on the trip by allowing her to wear her skimpiest bikini.  Once she was in the passenger seat, though, he told her to push aside the crotch of her bikini and masturbate as he drove. 

Melissa felt so small and degraded to be so completely under the control of her son now – and yet it felt right to her.  She was back in the space she had once occupied with Ethan’s father. She was nothing but a fucktoy.  A man made the decisions for her, and she didn’t have to think about anything except pleasing him.  And she knew from that past experience that it was easier if she accepted it.  If she honestly believed, within herself, that she was a fuckpig who needed to be raped and have its tits beaten by her son, then she could live a perfectly satisfying life as that fuckpig.  It was the idea that she deserved better that made her miserable, and she needed to let go of it. 

Why shouldn’t she call her own son “daddy”?  He was right – she had been a terrible parent.  No intelligent woman would have allowed Ethan to do these things to her.  She *was* as stupid as a child, and she needed Ethan not just as her owner, but as her parent.  After all, she was disgusting.  Nice women didn’t piss in a diaper while tongue-kissing their son.   

Once they were out of town, and on the highway that led to the beach, Ethan stopped the car. 

“Get out,” he told her.  “Take off the swimwear.” 

She instinctively headed for the side of the car away from the road, where the car would give her some privacy from other drivers, but Ethan pulled her back around to the road. 

“Give them a show,” he told her, and Melissa was forced to strip naked as dozens of cars drove past, their drivers staring at her.  Some of them honked their horns. 

But her humiliation wasn’t done. 

“Now masturbate,” he told her.  “Until you’re about to cum.  Then stop.  Make eye contact with as many drivers as possible.” 

They were far enough out of town that *probably* none of the drivers would recognise Melissa and know who she was.  *Probably*.   

She locked eyes with each driver approaching her, as she fingered her pussy and tried to think sexy thoughts.  Their various looks of arousal, amusement, disgust and contempt burned their way into her brain.   

There it was – her orgasm.  She could feel it approaching. 

Gasping in frustration, she pulled her fingers away from her pussy. 

“Good cunt,” said Ethan.  “Now get back into the passenger side, kneeling on the seat, facing the window.” 

Melissa didn’t like these instructions, and knew that they would play into some fresh humiliation, but she did as she was told. 

Ethan came around to the same side of the car, and put an elastic band over each of her tits, around the base, constricting it slightly.  Then he slipped a length of chain through each band – before taking the elastic band and beginning to double and triple it over her breast, until it was constricting the base tightly, making her tits bulge lewdly. 

He then pulled on the chains, and was satisfied when Melissa was forced to move her whole body to follow them.  They were in no danger of pulling the elastic off her tits.  Rather, she was quite effectively leashed by her breasts. 

He next wound down the passenger side window all the way, and then closed the door.  Then he reached in, grabbed the chain connected to Melissa’s tits, and pulled it out the window.  Melissa was forced to press her body against the inside of the door, with her tits fully outside the window. 

Then Ethan connected the chains to the exterior doorhandle. 

Melissa could no longer pull her breasts back inside the car. 

Ethan climbed back into the car, and reached across and connected Melissa’s seatbelt across her body.  It wasn’t a good fit, in her kneeling, twisted position, but it was better than nothing.   

“Ethan, please,” begged Melissa.  “This isn’t safe.” 

“I’ll drive carefully, cunt,” said Ethan.  “Don’t question me, or I’ll make it worse.” 

And he started the car. 

They drove the rest of the way to the beach like that, with Melissa’s naked udders hanging out the car window.  Everyone they drove past could see her tits and her face, and Melissa was forced to look at them and see their reactions.  Some people took pictures of her. 

From time to time, Ethan would reach over with one hand and push his fingers into her cunt, or pinch her clitoris, making her moan.   

At one point she made the mistake of asking her son for mercy again – so he stopped the car, got out, and attached clamps to her nipples with metal weights hanging from them, so that every acceleration and braking of the car would tug painfully on her tits, and every bounce in the road would torture them.  When she tried to pull away from him as he attached these to her, he casually asked her if she’d ever had her breasts slammed in a car door before, and after that she was meek and compliant. 

When they got to the beach, he parked in a public car park, and then went around to let Melissa out.  He disconnected the chain from the doorhandle, and passed it back through the window, and opened the door.  But then he took up the chain again, and clipped it to a dog leash, and pulled.  Melissa had no choice but to follow where her fuckbags were being led.  She jumped out of the car obediently, wincing as her bare feet made contact with the hot gravel of the car park. 

Ethan allowed her to walk as he led her across the car park, and down the stairs through the dunes, but when they got to the beach, he said, “Crawl, cunt,” and pushed Melissa down, forcing her to crawl on all fours. 

Melissa had hope that the beach might be empty, but it was crowded with people, and it was clearly not a nude beach.  People stared at her as she crawled along, naked, behind her son, being pulled by her bound fuckmelons.  Again, some took photos. 

He led her down to the seashore – where almost everyone on the beach could see her – and then said, “Piss.” 

She looked up at him in horror, but he meant what he said.  He wanted her to piss right here, in front of all these people, on all fours, like an animal. 

And she could see from his face that he had many, many, much crueller ideas, and was just waiting for an excuse to punish her with them. 

So she did as she was told, and released her bladder, and pissed on the sand like a dog, as dozens of strangers watched. 

But Ethan wasn’t done.  As Melissa finished emptying her bladder, Ethan took out his own cock, and began to piss on his mother. 

Melissa squeaked as her son’s hot piss struck her hair and back – and then she just waited there, completely humiliated, until her son had finished using her as his toilet. 

When he was done, he put his penis away, and yanked on her tit leash. 

“Crawl into the water to clean yourself,” he told her.  “Then follow me.” 

Melissa eagerly crawled down into the waves, feeling the cold water wash her clean – and then was almost pulled off her feet as Ethan tugged hard on her fuckbags, forcing her to crawl as fast as she could to keep up with him. 

He walked her like a dog all the way to the end of the beach, and then he permitted her to stand to climb over some rocks and around a small headland.  To her relief, the beach on the other side of the rocks was secluded, and there was no one here, and she could no longer be seen. 

Ethan pushed her back to her knees once she was on sand again, and then knelt beside her. 

“How many people do you think saw you today?” he asked her.  “How many people stared at your tits, and watched you crawl like a dog, and saw you piss and be pissed on?” 

She didn’t know.  “A lot,” she said. 

“Many of them filmed you,” said Ethan.  “And they’ll share it.  Do you like that, knowing that there’s going to be footage of you naked on the internet forever?  Videos of you hanging your tits out a car window and pissing in public?” 

“No,” she said, truthfully. 

“And do you know what not one person did?” said Ethan.  “No one tried to help you.  Every last person who saw you today understood that you were exactly where you deserved to be.  They saw you get dragged by your udders and pissed on, and maybe they were disgusted, but they also accepted that it was exactly what needed to happen to you.  Do you understand that?” 

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered, tears in her eyes. 

“Thank me for treating you as you deserve,” he told her.  “Thank me for each individual thing, one at a time.” 

“Thank you for making me piss in a diaper like a baby, daddy,” she whispered.  “Thank you for putting it on my face.  Thank you for raping me.  Thank you for making me masturbate naked in public.  Thank you for hanging my tits out the car window.  Thank you for leashing me by my tits and making me crawl naked in public.  Thank you for making me piss in front of strangers.  Thank you for pissing on me.” 

“And what do you deserve now, cunt?” he asked her. 

She knew the answer.  “Pain,” she said.  “And rape.  Please hurt me and rape me, daddy.” 

He smiled, and gave her what she wanted – pulling her down to the ground by her tits, and then kneeling to sink his cock into her wet, humiliated fuckhole. 

“Make me cum quickly, bitch,” he whispered to her.  “I’ve arranged for your sister’s girlfriend to visit our house tonight, and I’m looking forward to hearing what she’s done to your cunt of a sister.”

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