Story: An Incentive For Ethan, Part 18

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(CW: incest (mother-son))

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Some time ago Ethan had used his mother’s finances to order some photography equipment, including some lights and expensive cameras.  He now retrieved these and set up the master bedroom as a studio.

He brought his mother and aunt into the room.  He connected his aunt’s wrists to her thighs with straps, and then her thighs to her ankles, so that she was quite helpless, and placed her on the bed.

“I have things to do, cunt,” he said to his mother.  “You have permission to rape your sister, but you’re not required to.  Seriously – no punishment if you don’t.  Just if you’re going to do it, yell out so I can come and film it.”

Melissa looked at him in confusion.  “Should I look at her and masturbate, daddy?” she asked.

He shrugged.  “You can if you choose to.  But you don’t have to.  Just do whatever you want.”

He left her there, with the gradual realisation that he was, for once, not forcing her to do anything – that whatever she did next would be entirely her choice, and her responsibility.

He didn’t have to wait long.  Less than half an hour later, her voice came down the corridor.

“Daddy,” she said.  “I’m…. going to use Kay.”

He smiled.  If his mother had any remaining thought that she was a good person, it would now be gone.  She had chosen, entirely of her own volition, to rape her sister.

When he reached the bedroom, Kay was pleading with Melissa.

“Please,” she was saying.  “You don’t have to.  He’s not making you.  I know he’s going to do things to me – to us – but we don’t have to…”

“Shush,” said Melissa, and kissed her sister on the lips.  “This is what we are now.  You need to understand that.  He’s going to make you his toy – and my toy.  There’s no point pretending we aren’t.  He’s going to make us fuck again and again and again, for his pleasure.  We may as well practice.  We may as well…”

Her face was flushed.  She had masturbated, even without being told to.  She was thinking with her cunt – which is exactly how Ethan wanted her to think.

He moved to a video camera, pointed it at the pair of women, and set it filming.  He said nothing.  He wasn’t giving permission, more than he already had.

He watched his mother kneel over Kay’s face, and grab Kay’s hair, pulling her head up to press against Melissa’s cunt.  He watched as Kay began to reluctantly lick, and watched as his mother’s whole body shook with sheer sexual pleasure.

“You’re so good at this,” she purred.  “You’re such a good cunt-licker.”

She was staring at Kay’s cunt.

After a while, she said, “I want to hurt your cunt, Kay.”

Kay began trying to speak, with her face buried in Melissa’s fuckhole.  She was trying to beg Melissa not to hurt her.

“It will feel good, Kay,” said Melissa.  “Good for me.  It would be so sexy to hurt your cunt.  It would please Ethan.  It would make me cum.”

Kay kept trying to talk but Melissa just pulled her harder against her wet twat, using one hand.

With the other, she reached out and slapped Kay’s cunt.

Kay’s body jerked, and Melissa made a low, slutty giggle.  She hit Kay again.

Ethan felt his cock grow painfully hard as he watched his mother raping and torturing her sister for her sexual pleasure.  Melissa slapped Kay again and again, until finally she squealed and came against Kay’s face.  She fell forward, off Kay’s face, and then eagerly pulled herself to Kay’s pussy and began to lick her sister’s fuckhole.  Before long, Kay was cumming too.

Ethan rewarded his mother by grabbing her legs and pulling her towards him, and then pushing his cock into her pussy.  She squealed and began to buck, and Ethan enthusiastically fucked her as his aunt watched, until he reached his own release and flooded his mother’s cunt with cum.

Was that the sex that got her pregnant with her son’s daughter?  He would never know – he fucked her many more times over coming days.  He wasn’t even sure that her eventual pregnancy was by him – she fucked many more men in the next two weeks.  But he liked to think it was.

“Do you want to give me one last incentive, cunt?” he asked her after their sex.

She knew there was only one acceptable answer.  “Yes, daddy,” she said.

“I think I’m going to graduate with straight A’s,” said Ethan.  “If I do, I want you to give me everything.”

“Everything?” asked his mother.  She didn’t know what more she could give him.

“Your identity,” he said.  “Your autonomy.”  He paused.  “Your hand in marriage.”

“You can’t marry me,” she said, confused.  “I’m your mother.”

“Let me handle that,” he told her.  “If I get straight As, you will give me that.”

Again, there was only one correct answer.  “Yes, daddy.”

“And you will help me build a harem,” he said.  “You’re going to bring me more girls to fuck.”

“How?” she asked.

“Just like you did with Aunty Kay,” he said.  “Blackmail.  Seduction.  Corruption.  You’ll bring me pretty young bitches who don’t dare to say no.  You will bring me girls who I want to fuck more than I want to fuck you.  You will watch me enjoy myself with someone who isn’t you every month, and then you’ll be their sexual toy so they can take revenge for their enslavement on you.  Do you understand?”

She looked at him in horror.  She tried to imagine a world where she knelt in the corner of a room and watched her son fuck unwilling girls who she had enslaved for him.  She tried to imagine an endless succession of pretty young slaves taking out all their rage and humiliation on her.

There was only one correct answer.  “Yes, daddy.”

And besides, a good mother wants to incentivise her son to excel.

“Good cunt,” said Ethan.  “And you and Aunt Kay are going to help me get those grades.”

“What do you mean?” asked Melissa.

“You’re both going to go to every teacher in my school and offer to fuck them if they give me the top marks in the class,” said Ethan.  “Not just fuck them – let them fulfill any sexual fantasy they have.  Beat you, humiliate you, rape you, piss on you – whatever it takes.  Do you understand?”

Kay’s eyes widened.  She was a lesbian – and Ethan was telling her that she was going to try and seduce as many as twelve strange men into fucking her.

And she would do it.  She knew she would do it.  Ethan would make her.  Melissa would make her.  The blackmail material they had on her would make her.

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And Melissa and Kay *did* do it.  Over the coming weeks, they fucked their way through Ethan’s school.  Many of Ethan’s teachers were delighted to rape the buxom women, either singly or together.  Kay learned to obediently spread her legs for cock, and Melissa learned to enjoy prostituting herself on her son’s behalf.

Some teachers had to be convinced.  Where seduction failed, Melissa threatened and blackmailed.  She said she’d make a rape allegation if the teacher didn’t fuck her.  She suggested that she’d say the teacher was fucking his students.  She threatened to scream, or call the teacher’s wife.

One way or another, every teacher raped Melissa, and every teacher raped Kay, and every teacher gave Ethan an A+.  

Over this time, Ethan set up some websites, and began to film every sexual interaction with his two slaves.  Footage of just his mother went on “Melissa Is A Whore”.  Footage of Kay went on “Kay Loves Cock”.  And footage of both of them went to “Melissa and Kay, Incest Sisters”.  A package subscription gave a discount on all three sites.

He soon found that he was making a significant amount of money selling photos and films of his aunt and mother.  People particularly liked the ones where Melissa raped Kay, and Kay looked like she hated it and was in genuine pain, so he encouraged his mother to become crueller and crueller when her sister.  

When Melissa wasn’t cruel enough to Kay, he raped her ass and filmed it, and Melissa’s genuine humiliation, pain and horror in those videos also sold extremely well.  She always had new ideas for how to make her sister cry after a good anal raping.

He let Kay continue her job at the university, but he made her do two things.  The first was to surreptitiously install cameras in the women’s toilets and changerooms at the university, and film herself installing them.  

The cameras uploaded their footage to an untraceable server on the internet.  If they were found they would likely be destroyed, but it would be impossible to determine who had placed them, or who had seen the footage.  Ethan knew they’d be located eventually, but in the meantime he was able to watch video of unsuspecting female students stripping, changing and pissing while he fucked Melissa and Kay.

The important thing was the video of Kay installing the cameras.  It was a real crime.  She would go to real prison if she was caught.  It wasn’t a matter of humiliation – it was a matter of freedom.  Once Ethan had those videos he knew Kay would do anything she was told, even if it ruined her life.

After that, he practically forced her to get fired.  He gave her three new rules.  The first was that if she had to piss while at the university, she had to strip completely nude and piss on a feminist book, somewhere that wasn’t a bathroom and wasn’t private.

The second was that any non-fixed object she touched at university had to go up her cunt (if possible) or otherwise be rubbed against her cunt within four hours of touching it.  Pens, whiteboard markers, books, papers, microphones – everything.  

The third was that once every day she had to sexually offer herself to a male student and tell him he could use her however he liked.

It took two weeks for her to be caught – and photographed – urinating on a copy of The Handmaid’s Tale in an empty lecture theatre.  She was fired, and the full story – plus photo – went in the university’s newsletter, quickly becoming the first result for any Google search of Kay’s name.

It didn’t matter.  By now Ethan was making far more from selling porn of Kay online than Kay had ever made as an academic.  She was free now to live permanently in a cage in Ethan’s lounge room, and spend her nights developing a career as a prostitute to bring Ethan even more money.

When Ethan graduated – with straight As – he set the rest of his plan into motion.

The first was to have both Kay and Melissa legally change their names.  Melissa would be Lissa Sweets.  Kay would be Kandy Kisses.  To complete the illusion, he made Melissa cut and dye her hair to a particularly slutty platinum blonde, and he forced Kay to get a boob job to give her big round stripper tits.

Then Ethan packed up and moved states.  

He took them to the other side of the country, where no one knew them and no one would recognise them.  He told them their new identities – Melissa was his stupid adoptive daughter (and never mind the strange looks they’d get over their respective ages), and Kay was his slutty cock-loving bimbo girlfriend.

He even managed to get paperwork allowing him to formally adopt Melissa as his ward, so he would literally be her daddy.  She cried when he made her sign the paperwork – which was the whole point, because she looked so fucking sexy when she was broken and humiliated.

And then, once she was his daughter – but, officially, by adoption, not blood – he married her.

Melissa cried all the way through marrying her own son – particularly when the celebrant told her how lucky she was to be marrying a nice young man seeing as she was clearly a slut who had gotten pregnant out of wedlock.  But for all her tears, she orgasmed hard and often when Ethan pushed his cock into her on their wedding night.

And then Melissa and Kay did as they had promised – they went out and started enslaving women for him.  With the money from prostituting the two women on the internet and in real life, Ethan had been able to buy a reasonably large rural compound with plenty of room for new bitches – and anyway, the girls Melissa and Kay enslaved didn’t need much room – just a pet cage in the “bitch storage room” or a stall in the barn.

It was a pleasure to watch Melissa and Kay develop through their pregnancy together.  Their tits got bigger and milkier.  Their bellies grew rounder.  They spent much of each day sucking the milk from each other’s udders and then fucking on camera.  Doctors confirmed that each woman was pregnant with a female child, and Ethan knew it would be 18 years until he could rape and train his granddaughters and force them to fuck each other just as their mothers had, but he felt pleased to be providing for his future.

As Ethan’s harem of enslaved bitches grew, so did his fortunes.  He found himself at the head of a significant porn and prostitution empire.  Afraid of Ethan’s reprisal, the girls would let clients do anything to them, and clients paid top dollar for the privilege.   Some of them got pregnant.  Those who gave birth to girls were told that when their daughters turned 18, they would be responsible for training the girls as obedient fucksluts.  Those who gave birth to boys were told that in 18 years they would teach their sons to become their masters and rapists.

And on the day that Melissa finally gave birth to Ethan’s sister-daughter, she felt oddly proud.  Not just that she was creating something that, 18 years from now, her son would want to stick his cock into, but also because her son had become so *successful*.  By degrading, abusing and exploiting Melissa, he had become a successful businessman.

And, really, that was all that any mother could possibly want for her son.  Wasn’t it?

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