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They had sent Gabrielle back to Kay with a list of specific, final instructions – her last betrayal of her girlfriend, before starting her new life as Cole’s breeding slave.
The first was to drug Kay with powerful date-rape drugs, that Kay would unknowingly take at a time when she was alone in her apartment. And after that, once Kay was unconscious, Gabrielle had a set of things to do in Kay’s apartment, which began with opening a tab of rape porn on Kay’s computer, then placing a large number of empty beer bottles in Kay’s kitchen and smearing Kay’s lips and body with alcohol, then stripping Kay nude and shoving a vibrator into her pussy, then cutting up all her clothes along with every other scrap of fabric in her apartment, and then making some changes to her mobile phone.
The next day, as Ethan had expected, his mother received a phone call from Aunt Kay. Ethan motioned for her to put the call on speaker, and masturbate as she listened.
“Melissa,” came Kay’s voice, surrounding scared and a little slurred, “I think I need some help.”
“What’s the matter, Kay?” asked Melissa, rubbing her clit, her cheeks flushed.
“I think I… maybe drank too much last night, and did something silly,” said Kay.
“How silly?” asked Melissa.
“I… I think I ruined all my clothes,” said Kay. “I cut them up or something. I don’t know why. I don’t have anything to wear. I’m naked.”
She paused, and then added.
“And I can’t find my house keys or my car keys. And I’m locked out of all my email and social media accounts. I think I changed the passwords or something.”
Ethan and Melissa could hear that Kay was on the verge of tears, and they were both aroused by it.
“Why would you do that, Kay?” asked Melissa.
“I don’t know,” said Kay – and now she *was* crying. “I think there’s something wrong with me. I’ve been in this relationship and I’ve been… doing things I regret. Stupid things. I think maybe I had repressed guilt and.. I don’t know. I guess I got blackout drunk and then decided to punish myself.”
“God, Kay, that’s so fucked up,” said Melissa. “And you used to say that *I* was the stupid slut in the family.”
“I never said that!” objected Kay.
“Yes, you did,” said Melissa. “And you thought it. When I was dating Ethan’s father.”
Kay was silent.
“It’s okay, Kay,” said Melissa. “Just admit you’re a stupid slut, and I’ll drive over there and bring you some clothes, and we can sort everything out.”
There was more silence from Kay.
Then:
“Okay,” she said, in a small voice. “I’m a stupid slut, okay? Please come and help.”
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Ethan and Melissa both went. Ethan made his mother strip naked before leaving the house, and do the entire drive completely nude. Whenever the car was stopped at lights, she was to play with her pussy. Ethan lay across the back seats, with a blanket, so he would not be seen next to his slutty mother.
It was good practice for Melissa to get used to being nude in public. Ethan wanted to get his mother used to the idea that nothing that applied to normal people applied to her. She wasn’t bound by the same rules, she didn’t have the same rights. Heck, she wasn’t even really human – just an object for her son to ejaculate into.
He gave her a mantra to chant while driving. She was to say, “I want to rape my sister,” and then make up something objectifying and demeaning about Kay. Then she was to say, “I want to watch my son rape my sister,” and make up an abuse she would like to visit upon Kay, or watch Ethan visit upon her.
“I want to rape my sister,” Melissa chanted as she drove. “She’s such a dumb slut. I want to watch my son rape my sister. I want to watch him beat her tits. I want to rape my sister. She’s got such a pretty cunt. I want to watch my son rape my sister. I want to see him cum inside her while she cries.”
She cringed at every stoplight, as drivers on either side of her goggled at her large, nude tits, but she didn’t refuse to masturbate, and she didn’t stop chanting her mantra.
Halfway to Kay’s apartment, Melissa orgasmed, and then resumed fingering her cunt. “I want to rape my sister,” she gasped. “She was born to be a fucktoy. I want to watch my son rape my sister. I want him to… impregnate her…”
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At one point on the drive, Aunt Kay called Melissa again, on her mobile. Ethan had his mother pull over to take the call.
“Melissa, are you on your way?” said Kay. She was still panicked.
“I am,” said Melissa, careful to not accidentally say “we”.
“I got a text on my phone, Mel,” said Kay. “It said it was from the Braithwaite Conversion Therapy Centre. It was thanking me for my very generous donation, and saying they were naming an award after me – the Kay Bellswick Grant for Study of Lesbianism as a Mental Illness. Why would they send me that, Melissa?”
“I don’t know, Kay,” said Melissa, still masturbating. “We’ll be there soon.”
“And another one thanking me for donating to the Masculine Humanity Institute,” said Kay. “I’ve heard of them. They’re crazies. They say that only men are human, and women are animals who don’t deserve rights. They’re asking if I want to send them a nude photo of me masturbating to hang on their ‘Non-Human Donors’ wall.”
Ethan made a mental note to ensure that the Institute received exactly such an image for their wall.
“I don’t know what’s happening, Kay,” lied Melissa. “But we’ll be there soon.”
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When they got to the university apartments where Kay lived, Ethan passed his mother a set of clothes. It wasn’t much – just a too-short pleated skirt, and a tight semi-transparent top that said “DUMB CUNT” across the front in large letters – but it was enough to get her from the parking lot to Kay’s door without getting arrested.
When they knocked on Kay’s door, Kay called from inside.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Melissa,” answered Ethan’s mother.
And as soon as Kay unlocked the door, Melissa and Ethan forced their way inside, closing the door behind them.
“Melissa?” gasped Kay. “What the fuck? Why did you bring your son?”
She was completely nude, and currently trying to cover her generous bosom and shaved pussy with her hands. Her face was bright red with shame, and she had clearly been crying.
Ethan felt his cock stiffen.
“Ethan’s old enough to know that his aunt is a whore,” said Melissa. Her face was flushed – both with arousal, and with the knowledge that she was finally crossing a line that she had been fantasising about crossing for years.
“What?” gasped Kay. “What the fuck are you saying, Melissa?”
“Show my son your cunt, Kay,” said Melissa. “Spread it open so he can see.”
“No!” protested Kay. “Melissa, you were coming to help me! Did you bring clothes?”
“Show my son your cunt,” said Melissa, “or else I’ll open the front door again and scream out that there’s a nude slut inhere trying to rape me.”
Kay’s eyes bulged. “Are you insane?” she asked.
Melissa responded by opening the front door of the apartment, as wide as it would go. Kay tried to scuttle away from it so that she couldn’t be seen through it, and Melissa and Ethan pursued her.
“Show my son your cunt, Kay,” said Melissa.
“Do you want to be trapped here, Aunt Kay?” said Ethan. “You don’t have any thing to wear. You can’t call or email anyone. If you don’t do what my mom says, you’re eventually going to have to walk across the campus nude to get help.”
“Just show my son your cunt, and then we can help you,” said Melissa.
“This is perverted, Melissa,” said Kay. She looked like she might cry. “Did you do this? Did you make this happen somehow?”
“Help me, there’s a nude slut here!” said Melissa. She only barely raised her voice, but Kay flinched, and looked towards the front door.
“Just do as my mom says, Aunt Kay,” said Ethan.
“Show my son your cunt,” said Melissa.
Kay blushed, and looked away from both of them. But she stopped backing away, and spread her legs a little, and then she reached down with her fingers and spread her pussy lips open, showing her sister and her nephew the cute little bud of her clitoris, and the entrance to her fuckhole.
“There,” she said. “Are you happy?”
“You have a pretty cunt, Aunt Kay,” smirked Ethan. “Keep showing it to me. Mom, go close the front door.”
Melissa obediently did as she was asked, and then returned to Ethan’s side.
“Can I have clothes now?” asked Kay, still spreading her pussy.
“I don’t think so,” said Ethan. “You see, we have a lot more leverage on you than just a lack of clothes. I’d have started by showing you the things we know about you, but I wanted to see if you would spread your fuckhole for your own nephew just to avoid a little nude run across campus, and it turns out you absolutely would. You’re a slut, Aunt Kay.”
“What do you mean, leverage?” asked Kay.
Ethan turned to his mother. “Cunt,” he said, “this bitch is going to be submissive and compliant once we show what we have on her. This is your chance to rape your sister while she still think she can say no. I suggest you take it.”
“Rape me?” gasped Kay. She looked from Ethan to Melissa, and back again.
“Oh my God,” she squeaked. “It’s your husband all over again, isn’t it? Except… it’s your own son controlling you. You don’t have to do this, Melissa. He’s just a kid. He’s *your* kid. You’re the adult here.”
Melissa looked at the ground, blushing. “Ethan knows what’s best for me. I’m a slut, and he knows that I need to be controlled and punished.”
“Do it, cunt,” said Ethan. “And don’t be gentle.”
Melissa stepped forward and grabbed a handful of her sister’s hair, twisting Kay’s head.
“I’m sorry, Kay,” she said, “but they trained me to fantasise about this – my husband and my son – and I want it so bad now I can barely think.”
Kay slapped at Melissa’s hands. Melissa pulled on her hair, making her squeal and fall to her knees.
“I need you to lick my cunt, Kay,” said Melissa. “Be a good slut and lick my cunt.”
Kay shrieked, and struggled back to her feet, somehow pulling loose of Melissa’s grip on her hair in the process. She punched Melissa, a hard blow to her left boob, but after Ethan’s training, pain in Melissa’s tits just made her more aroused.
Melissa placed her hand on Kay’s throat, and pushed her back. Both women staggered across the room until Kay’s shoulders hit the wall, and then she was pinned there by her throat. Melissa slapped her sister across the face, and then slapped her tits twice.
“Say you’ll lick my cunt, Kay,” she growled.
Kay responded by spitting in Melissa’s face and clawing at her arms.
Melissa used a leg to kick Kay’s knees apart, and then she leaned in, pressing her hip into Kay’s naked cunt, letting her large tits squash against Kay’s – and with her hand still on Kay’s neck, she kissed her sister on the lips.
To Ethan’s delight, Kay didn’t respond by closing her mouth or turning her head, but instead allowed Melissa’s tongue into her mouth, and gave a small, slutty moan. She blushed. Was it possible Kay had always had fantasies about Melissa too? Or was Aunt Kay just a genuine slut, who got turned on by being raped by her sister?
The kissing went on for long minutes. Kay’s blush became deeper, and her moans became sluttier, and her arms stopped clawing at Melissa and fell to her sides. Ethan could smell the scent of arousal from where he was standing, though he couldn’t tell if it was one cunt or two that was wet.
Then Melissa broke off, and moved both hands to her sister’s tits. She grabbed Kay’s nipples, and pulled – hard – while moving her body to the side. A surprised Kay was pulled bodily by her tits. She shrieked, and staggered forwards, and then fell to the ground as Melissa gave one final yank and let go. She landed on her back, and then Melissa was down on top of her, squatting over Kay’s face, her cunt pressed against her sister’s mouth, and the rest of her body facing Kay’s tits and pussy.
“Lick,” she commanded.
There was no response from Kay, so Melissa slapped Kay’s tits, once, twice, three times – and then she yanked Kay’s legs apart and spanked Kay’s cunt. Hard.
Kay shrieked into Melissa’s cunt, and her whole body bucked.
“Lick,” ordered Melissa again.
And a moment later, Ethan knew from the look of pure sexual bliss on his mother’s face that Kay had begun to lick.
“Good cunt,” said Ethan. “How does it feel to rape your sister?”
Melissa blushed. “It feels good, daddy,” she whispered.
“Now treat her like she deserves,” said Ethan.
Melissa leaned forward, bringing her face down to her sister’s pussy. She extended her tongue, and gave Kay’s cunt a couple of experimental licks, and she must have liked what she tasted, because she shivered in happiness.
But instead of continuing to lick, she took Kay’s clitoris between two fingers and began to squeeze.
Kay yelped.
“Keep licking, bitch,” purred Melissa. “I’m going to torture your pussy now, but the sooner you make me cum, the sooner the torture stops, so be a good girl and lick.”
And then she began to intermittently pinch Kay’s clitoris, or slap her entire pussy with her hand, each of which made Kay howl with pain. And sometimes in between them she would lean in and lick Kay’s cunt a little.
Ethan was filming all this, of course. He intended for both women to watch Kay’s first rape while masturbating again and again until it became a core part of both of their sexualities. He took out his cock and masturbated as he watched.
His mother orgasmed relatively quickly. Ethan had no idea whether this was due to the skill of Kay’s tongue, or his mother’s whorish nature, but it coincided with him nearing his own orgasm, so he pointed his cock at his mother’s ass, where it was hovering over Kay’s face, and sprayed his sperm over Melissa’s anus and his aunt’s eyes and nose.
“Lick my cum off my mother’s ass, Aunt Kay,” said Ethan. “And then she can lick you clean in turn. And then we can have a conversation about your future…”
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