Story: The Foster Girl, Part 20

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One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen

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Carrie and Luna had been such good, obedient sluts that, when they came out of the water, Jayna allowed them to get dressed and go home.

And when they returned home, everyone acted like everything was normal.

Bill Burkhill had no idea why Carrie and Luna were blushing, and could not have guessed that the mother and daughter had engaged in incestuous lesbian sex on the beach in front of an audience of strangers, that they had swallowed the cum of those strangers, and that Luna had milked her mother like a cow while Jayna had licked Carrie’s cunt.

Likewise, Luna had no idea that her father had found the slutty scrapbook that Jayna had forced her to create, and that he had masturbated to nude images of Luna while fantasising about raping her.

And of course, Luna’s brother Mitch was oblivious to all of it.

“Remember how to kiss your father,” Jayna whispered to Luna as they walked in, “or else we can have a family discussion of your day on the beach.”

Luna went bright red, and immediately did as she was told.  On the doorstep she wrapped her arms about her father and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth, even as she blushed with shame.  She immediately felt her father’s erection pressing at her groin, through his pants, and her blush became even redder.

If she had known that Bill assumed that Luna was deliberately trying to tease him into raping her, she would have died of shame.

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That afternoon, Luna’s brother Mitch cornered her in her bedroom while their parents were down the other end of the house and forced his fingers into her cunt, successfully fingerfucking her to orgasm as Luna struggled silently and Mitch laughed at her.  

And Luna further learned that she wasn’t in control of her body or her sexuality, whether at home or at the beach.

And that night, when Bill roughly fucked his wife Carrie in bed, and they both climaxed powerfully, neither of them were aware that they were both fantasising about raping their daughter the whole time.

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The next morning, Carrie Burkhill got up early, unable to sleep, and Jayna heard her, having also woken early to the pleasant sensation of her foster-sister (sleeping upside down in their shared bed) idly licking Jayna’s cunt in her sleep.

Jayna got out of bed, leaving Luna sleeping, and found Carrie in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a dressing gown.

“Couldn’t sleep, mommy?” asked Jayna.

As she spoke, she went to the drawers and got out a bowl and a box of muesli.  She poured the muesli into the bowl.

“No,” said Carrie, in a low whisper.  “Jayna – these things we’re doing – they have to stop.  They’re not right.”

“Yes, they are,” said Jayna.  “They’re exactly right, for a cow like you.”

She reached out and grabbed her foster mother’s tits and pulled.  Carrie squeaked, and took a step forward, led by her large breasts and sensitive nipples.

Jayna pulled her to the counter where the bowl was, then pulled her down, and began to roughly milk her breasts into the bowl.

“Mooo,” said Carrie, automatically, still whispering.  Then: “Jayna, stop.”

Jayna squeezed Carrie’s breast extra hard, hurting her.  Carrie squeaked.

“Be a good cow, mommy,” said Jayna, “or else I’ll make you moo louder.  We need your milk for Luna’s breakfast.”  She squirted more milk from Carrie’s large tits into the bowl.  “You can play with your pussy while I milk you, if you want.”

Carrie blushed – and after a moment, she mooed quietly again, and began to finger her cunt.

“I have a special job for you today,” said Jayna.  “I need you to go to the doctor and get a particular medicine for me.  I’ve written it on a piece of paper, just there on the counter, along with the name of the doctor you should see.”

The doctor was a friend of Jayna’s father.  Jayna had never seen this particular GP, but her father had suggested that he was a man who knew how a woman should be treated.  She suspected he would be a good choice to source the drug – and the drug in question had also been another favourite of Jayna’s father.

“What… what do you need the medicine for?” asked Carrie.

“To drug your daughter,” said Jayna.  “You know she rapes me at night, mommy?  Your daughter is a disgusting little lesbian rapist.  I need to drug her to keep her asleep to be safe.”

Carrie did not believe a word of this.  But she no longer felt able to argue with Jayna.  She had done too many humiliating things, and let Jayna do too many slutty things to her.  So he rubbed her pussy as Jayna milked her swollen lactating tits into a cereal bowl.

And later, when the rest of the family got up, she stood in the kitchen and watched Luna eat a bowl of cereal drenched in her breast milk.  And Jayna stood beside her, surreptitiously rubbing Carrie’s cunt out of view of the rest of the household, and Carrie orgasmed while staring at her daughter and planning how she was going to cooperate in drugging her.

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Dr Abramowicz didn’t even look up when Carrie nervously entered his office.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

Carrie blushed.  

“I’m just here for a prescription for… a certain drug,” she said.  

“You’re a new patient , and I need to do a full check-up,” said Dr Abramowicz firmly.  He looked up at her now, and she saw that he was a man in his late 40s with spectacles and a salt-and-pepper black beard.  “So take off your clothes,” he added.

Carrie didn’t know what to do.  She didn’t want to strip naked before this doctor, when she hadn’t even come here to have her body examined.  But Jayna had been very insistent that Carrie should obtain these drugs, and she knew that if she displeased Jayna then Jayna would find some way to humiliate her or torture her or make her do something that she didn’t want to do.

So, blushing, she undressed.

Dr Abramowicz watched her calmly until she was completely nude and standing there uncomfortable, wanting to cover her tits and pussy and yet aware that that would defeat the purpose of her undressing.

“Are you feeling embarrassed, Mrs Burkhill?” he asked her.  

“Yes, Dr Abramowicz,” Carrie admitted.  

She stumbled a little over pronouncing his name, and he laughed.

“Abramowicz,” he corrected her.  “It’s not that hard to say, Mrs Burkhill.  But you are not the first to have trouble with it.  Why don’t you call me ‘daddy’?  It’s what I encourage many of the young women who see me to call me.  I find it helps them submit to my expertise and trust my medical judgement.”

Carrie did not want to call any man ‘daddy’, let alone this doctor.

“That’s all right, Dr Abramowicz,” she said – but again, she stumbled over the last part of his name.

“I’m afraid I must insist,” said the doctor.  “You are not coping with my name, and it’s a simple matter of politeness to address me in the manner I have asked for.  Say, ‘Yes, daddy, I’m sorry.’”

Carrie blushed and remained silent.

“Or else I can refer you to another doctor,” suggested the doctor.

Carrie did not want to see another doctor.  She knew that asking for a drug she didn’t need was very questionable.  Jayna had implied she could get away with it by seeing this doctor – but Carrie doubted she would be as lucky if she tried her chances with someone else.

“Yes, daddy,” she said, quietly.  “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” said Dr Abramowicz.  “And do you have an informal name at home?  Some cute thing your family call you?  Are you the family pet?”

Was this a test?  Had Jayna spoken to him ahead of their meeting?  Or was this an innocent question?  She could say no, that nobody treated her like an animal – but if Jayna and the doctor had communicated, and this was a test, then Carrie would get in trouble if she didn’t give the answer that Jayna wanted her to give.

“I’m…. the family cow, daddy,” said Carrie, blushing deep red.  “Because I… my breasts…”

“Ah, yes,” said the doctor.  “I can see.”  

And without asking for permission, he reached out and grabbed one of Carrie’s tits, and squeezed.  Milk squirted from the nipple and splashed against the office wall.

To her horror, Carrie found herself automatically saying, “Mooo!”, and the doctor laughed.

“Excellent!” he said.  

He took out a camera and photographed her naked body.

“Get up on the table,” he told her afterwards.  “On all fours, and we will examine you.”

Carrie soon found herself up on the doctor’s table, on all fours, her tits hanging down, as the doctor walked around her, taking photographs.  He put on a glove, and then inserted one finger into her wet cunt, then two, then three, and then she gasped as he pushed his whole fist into her fuckhole and pumped it – once, twice.  

He pulled it out, and his fingers stroked her clitoris, and then he used the juices from her pussy to lubricate her asshole before pushing one finger, and then two fingers, into her anus.

Next he moved around to her head, and pressed his gloved fingers against her lips.  She had no choice but to open her mouth and allow them inside.  She could taste her cunt and ass on them.

When he removed them, he said, “Moo for me,” and she did – long, loud moos that she knew no self-respecting *nice* woman would allow herself to make.

He went back to her rear end, and she felt something pressing against her pussy lips.  She parted her legs a little to let it in.  It was a dildo – wide and thick – and then a moment later she felt something else pressing against her anus.  Another dildo.  She gasped as it penetrated her sphincter.

Then the doctor was wrapping something around her waist, and she realised the two dildos were attached to a kind of chastity belt.  The doctor cinched the belt around her waist, trapping the two dildos inside her.  He reached to the front of the belt and manipulated something, and Carrie yelped – a small clamp had just very lightly gripped her clitoris, not enough to crush it, but enough to be slightly painful and very strange feeling.

And then he did something else, and both dildos and the clamp began to very lightly vibrate.

“What are you doing?” she asked.  “Take it off, please, daddy.”

“A woman of your age needs to think about her sexual health,” said the doctor.  “It can be very bad for your health to let your cunt dry out.  Frequent vaginal stimulation will keep you healthy, reduce your chance of cancer, and keep you at your sexual peak.  I want you to wear this belt whenever you leave your house, even if you’re just going to go into the garden, do you understand, little Moo-Cow?”

She moaned.

“Please, daddy,” she said.  “It’s… very distracting.”

“That is good,” the doctor said.  “It can be unhealthy for a woman to do too much thinking.  It can leave you stressed and prematurely age you.  It is an intentional benefit of the belt that it will reduce the amount of higher thought you engage in.  Is there someone at home that you can talk to about the belt, who will help you remember to wear it like a good little cow when you go out?”

Was this a test again?  Did he know about Jayna?  Would she be punished if she lied?

“Yes, daddy,” she said.  “My foster daughter can help me remember to wear it.”

“Good girl,” said the doctor.  “Now, let’s get you milked.”

He placed a bowl under her tits, and began to rhythmically tug on her fuckbags, milking them into the bowl.  It was intensely humiliating for Carrie to be milked by a stranger, particularly with vibrators humming in her ass and twat, but she had to admit that her tits had been painfully full, and it felt good to release the pressure.  She allowed it to happen – and soon she found herself orgasming from the pain and pleasure in her tits, and the sensations in her ass and pussy.

The doctor just smiled and told her she was a good girl.

When her tits were empty, the doctor asked what prescription she wanted, and Carrie told him.

He was silent for a moment, and then said, “You know this is a date rape drug?  Men use it to rape women?”

There was nothing Carrrie could say, except, “Yes.”

He nodded.  “Very well,” he said.

He stood, and unzipped his pants, and took his cock out.  It was erect.  He walked towards Carrie and pushed it into her face.

Carrie had known, on some level, that this was coming.  She opened her mouth and began to submissively suckle on the doctor’s dick.

“I am going to write you two prescriptions, my little Moo-Cow,” he said.  “The first is the date rape drug you have requested.  The second is what I call the Bimbo Pill.  It’s a special little drug for moo-cows like you, and it will replace your birth control.  It is not quite as effective as regular contraceptives, and I am afraid that it will leave you with some chance of being impregnated if men ejaculate into your pussy.  In addition, it will increase your milk production and your arousal, while leaving you more submissive and less inclined to anxiety.”

Carrie took her mouth off the doctor’s cock.  “Increase my milk production?  But…”

He slapped her, and pushed his cock back into her mouth when she gasped.

“Increasing your milk production will cause your breasts to further increase in size, yes,” said the doctor.  “You will find them more sensitive, and you will likely spend more of your time thinking about your udders.  You will find being milked both more painful, and more pleasurable, and when you have not been recently milked you will find your swollen tits a source of significant discomfort.  In short, you will be more focused on being a cow.”

He looked down at her as he fucked her mouth.

‘You *will* take these pills, my little Moo-Cow,” he said.  “You will come back in a week and I will do a urine test to confirm you are taking your medicine.  And if you have not taken it, then we will do an investigation of what you want this *other* drug for, exactly.  Yes?”

She saw that she was trapped.  She nodded.

“Very good,” he said, and smiled. 

And then he fucked her mouth until he came.

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