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(CW: incest (mother-son, mother-aunt, sister-sister))
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“I want to describe a world for you, Aunt Kay,” said Ethan. “I want you to listen very carefully to this world, and I want you to tell me if there’s any reason that you think it’s unrealistic or that it can’t happen.”
Kay regarded him with hatred from her kneeling position on the bed. Her face was still wet with her sister’s cunt juices, and there was a little trace of Ethan’s cum on her cheek that Melissa had missed when she had licked Kay clean.
Ethan took out his phone and showed his aunt a video. It was one of the ones he had obtained from Gabrielle. Immediately, Kay’s face went white.
“I want you to imagine a world where literally everyone who knows you, everyone you’ll ever meet in your life, has seen a video of you naked and pissing on a book of feminist theory in the university library,” he said. “I want you to imagine a world where literally everyone takes that into account in assessing your personality, your opinions, and your worth.”
He skipped to the next video.
“Let’s go further than that,” he said. “Let’s picture a world where everyone has seen you nude, on all fours, licking up a puddle of your own piss like a slutty little kitten. Let’s picture a world where that’s what people think about when they see you. Where they refer to you to others as ‘that woman who licked up her own piss’. Can you picture that world, Aunt Kay?”
“You got that from Gabrielle,” said Kay, as if the source of her betrayal really mattered now.
“It doesn’t matter where I got it from, Aunt Kay,” said Ethan. “No one is going to care where it came from. They’re just going to care what it shows. And I want you to think about that very carefully. I want you to picture standing in front of your students, and every one of those students has seen this video. Some of them have masturbated to it. Some of them can’t control their expressions of disgust and revulsion when they look at you now. Can you picture that?”
It was clear from the way she shook that she could, indeed, picture that.
“Can you imagine applying for a job, Aunt Kay? Or a research grant? Or even a new account at a bank? And the person across the table from you says, ‘Could you comment on this video we found of you, licking piss off the floor?’”
Kay’s body trembled involuntarily.
“They’ll ask if you do that often,” said Ethan. “They’ll ask if the taste of piss makes you wet. They’ll ask whether you do it at home. They’ll ask where else you’ve pissed.”
“Please, stop,” said Kay in a quiet voice.
“No,” said Ethan. “I want you to live in that world, for a while, inside your head. Really get a feel for how it would feel for that to be your life, every day, until you die.”
He paused to let her think.
“But it’s more than that, Aunt Kay,” he said. “Because I think if this video comes out, people are going to start asking questions. And they’re going to discover other things. Like how you wet yourself in public. You pissed yourself in front of a whole lecture hall, didn’t you?”
He knew she had, because Gabrielle had told him, and Kay knew that Gabrielle was unquestionably the source of her betrayal. He could see her trying to think what other embarrassing things Gabrielle might be aware of.
“And then your financial records might come out,” said Ethan. “And everyone would see how much you spend on buying heterosexual rape porn. And bestiality.”
Her eyes widened. “What? But I didn’t…”
He passed her the printouts that Gabrielle had provided of the receipts. They both knew that Kay hadn’t really purchased these things. In fact, the documents could get Gabrielle into quite a lot of trouble for stealing from Kay. But that wasn’t really the point. People who had already seen Kay licking up a puddle of her own piss weren’t going to be receptive to an argument that her disgusting porn viewing habits were faked.
“And here,” said Ethan, “you’ve donated money towards advocating for the corrective rape of lesbians, and the enslavement of women.” More printouts.
“Have you ever heard the term ‘fake lesbian’, Aunt Kay?” said Ethan. “How about ‘gender traitor’? Or maybe just ‘disgusting perverted slut’? When you get fired from the university, do you think it will make the news? Do you think they’ll describe *why* you’ve been fired? I think they will. I think a feminist academic fired for sexual misconduct is the kind of story the media will love. I think it will get covered nation-wide. And everyone who reads that story is going to search for the piss video online. And they’ll find it, because I’ll make it *very* easy to find.”
Kay’s lip trembled, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
“Just think about it, Aunt Kay,” said Ethan. “You tell me if there’s any reason that world won’t come to pass.”
And then he snapped his fingers at his mother, and pointed at his cock. Melissa obediently crawled across the ground and began to suck her son’s penis.
Ethan sat in silence and stared at Aunt Kay as he received his blowjob. Aunt Kay looked down at the ground.
“You should watch your sister suck cock,” Ethan advised her. “It will be instructive.”
She didn’t respond, just kept looking at the ground.
He enjoyed having his cock sucked, and waited.
Finally, Aunt Kay said, “No.”
“No what?” asked Ethan.
“No, there’s no reason that world can’t happen,” said Aunt Kay.
“Really?” asked Ethan. “Nothing at all you can do to prevent it?” He caressed his mother’s face, to draw attention to her subjugation and submission.
“What do you want?” asked Kay. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”
“Yes,” said Ethan, “but there’s no way you’re getting out of this by just sucking my cock once. I don’t want you to imagine a *payment* for me. I want you to imagine a *world* that’s more agreeable for both of us than the one I just described. Tell me about that world.”
She was silent again, and she really did start to cry now.
Ethan regulated his mother’s head. He had no need to cum early. He could take his time with this.
“You want me to be your slave,” said Kay, through her tears. It wasn’t a question.
“I want you to understand that you *deserve* to be a slave,” said Ethan. “That the whole purpose of your life was to be entertainment for the cock of your sister’s son. But slavery is a good start.”
“What would it involve?” asked Kay.
“What do you think it would involve?” asked Ethan. “Pitch me on it. And bear in mind that I would get a *lot* of enjoyment out of ruining your life, and I think I’d probably *still* find a way to fuck you in that scenario, so whatever you’re pitching had better be good.”
“I would.. fuck you,” said Kay, trembling. “Suck… suck your cock. Be your… your girlfriend.”
Ethan laughed. “Girlfriend? You’d be my cocksocket. My pet, at best. But that’s a good start. What else?”
“I’d fuck… who you want me to fuck,” said Kay.
“Your sister,” said Ethan. “I’d want you to fuck your sister. Would you do that? Lick your sister’s pussy? Let her lick yours? Cum from your sister’s tongue?”
Kay shot a look at Melissa, who was still servicing Ethan’s cock.
“Yes,” she said, in a small voice. “If that’s what it takes.”
“Good girl,” said Ethan. “What else?”
“What do you mean, what else?” said Kay. “What else is there?”
“I’d want to punish you,” said Ethan. “For being a lesbian whore. I’d want to hurt you and humiliate you. Not as bad as the whole world knowing what a piss-licking slut you are, but still…”
Kay said nothing for a moment, and then, quietly, “All right.”
“And I’d want to breed you,” said Ethan finally. “I think you’d look pretty with a baby inside you. I think it’s a shame that you never bore me a niece. If you’d gotten knocked up like a good girl 18 years ago, I could have a pretty little niece to rape right now.”
Kay recoiled as if she had been slapped. “No!” she said.
Ethan frowned. “‘No’ is a bad word, Kay,” he said. “‘No’ is a word that takes you to the world where everyone knows who you are. Is ‘no’ really the word you want to go with?”
She was quiet again.
“Beg me for it,” said Ethan. “Beg me to breed you. If you beg me, no one will ever see those videos.”
She was silent for a long time. Ethan felt his orgasm approaching. His mother was quite a talented cocksucker. He wondered if he would cum before Kay broke.
He didn’t. Kay broke.
“Please,” she said, in a voice so small that Ethan almost didn’t hear.
“Please what?” he said.
“Please… put a baby in me,” she said, looking down at the floor.
“Rape you, own you, force you to fuck your sister, hurt you and put a baby in you,” Ethan corrected her. “And louder. And before I cum, or the deal’s off.”
“Please!” Kay said, louder now – almost shouting. “Please rape me, own me, force me to fuck my sister. Please hurt me. Please… put a baby in me.”
“Good girl,” said Ethan. “I accept.”
And with that, he felt himself cumming, spurting semen down his mother’s throat as Melissa began to convulsively swallow.
“Pack a bag,” he told Kay. “We’re taking you back to our house. You’ll need any medications you’re on, your phone, and tampons or pads. Nothing else. No clothes. It’s time to start training you.”
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