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The drugs were effective. Luna became dopey and confused almost immediately after eating her dessert. Jayna excused herself from seat, and helped her foster sister to her bedroom.
There, she prompted the increasingly drowsy Luna to undress, and then laid her out on her bed, lying on her back, her legs spread, her tits up, her bedsheets pulled down to leave her body exposed.
In that position, Luna fell into a deep, drugged sleep, that no force on Earth would be able to rouse her from until tomorrow morning.
Jayna took a few minutes to lick her foster sister’s cunt. As she had hoped, Luna’s body responded even in sleep, and soon Luna’s cunt was wet, her nipples were hard, and her face was flushed.
Then Jayna went to arrange the rest of the family.
Carrie was first. Bill and Mitch, not knowing anything was strange, had retreated to their various bedrooms, leaving Carried to clean up after dinner. Jayna helped Carrie complete this chore in silence, and then beckoned Carrie to follow her.
Carrie already knew what she was going to see when she walked into her daughter’s bedroom. She had known she was drugging Luna. And she had known that this violation of her daughter, at Jayna’s behest, would be for a sexual reason.
But still, she loved seeing her pretty blonde daughter nude. Carrie felt her cunt moisten at the sight of Luna’s tits and pussy.
“Undress,” said Jayna. “No clothes. Hide them under the bed.”
Carrie did as she was told, stripping nude in front of the foster daughter that she was coming to understand was, in truth, her mistress and owner. When her large lactating tits and cunt had been stripped of clothing, Jayna nodded her approval.
“Now you can take photos of your daughter, if you like,” she said, passing Carrie her phone.
It wasn’t a command. No one was forcing Carrie to do such a perverted thing.
But she did like looking at her daughter’s naked body. Jayna might make her masturbate while thinking about Luna, and it would be nice to have photos to look at. And photographing Luna was hardly more wrong than letting Mitch fingerfuck her, or making her shove a cucumber up her pussy at the supermarket, or drugging her.
She aimed her phone at her daughter and began to take pictures. She should have felt ashamed, doing it in front of Jayna, doing it when she didn’t even have to. But she knew Jayna wanted her to do it. Jayna would approve. There was no judgement here.
And so she got whole-body shots of Luna from various angles. She took close ups of her face, and tits. She used her fingers to spread Luna’s pussy lips open so she could photograph the pinkness inside.
Then Jayna took the phone from her, and instructed her to lick Luna’s cunt. Carrie obeyed. Even unconscious, her daughter’s pussy tasted amazing. She could lick it all day.
And Jayna filmed this. The knowledge she was being filmed made Carrie shiver. There was film proof of her tongue-raping her unconscious daughter’s twat. She could go to jail. Her life could be ruined.
But on the other hand, Jayna was filming on Carrie’s phone. And while Jayna would certainly take a copy, Carrie would be able to rewatch the footage later and masturbate to it.
Then Jayna had Carrie kneel over Luna’s head, one of her knees on either side of Luna’s face, her cunt inches from her sleeping daughter’s lips.
“Say that your daughter is a worthless cunt who deserves to be raped,” said Jayna.
Carrie shivered with shame and humiliation. She wanted to lower her cunt and rub it against her daughter’s face.
“My daughter Luna is a worthless cunt who deserves to be raped,” she recited.
Jayna filmed it all. She even zoomed in on Carrie’s pussy lips, which were soaking wet with arousal. The camera captured a thin rope of pussy slime drooling from Carrie’s cunt and landing on Luna’s sleeping lips.
“All right,” said Jayna. “Get in the closet and be quiet.”
“Get in the…” Carrie didn’t understand.
“The closet,” said Jayna. “There.” She pointed.
Nervously, Carrie moved into her daughter’s closet. There was just enough room to stand amongst the dresses on coathangers.
Jayna closed the closet door.
“There,” she said. “You can still see, can’t you?”
Carrie could. The door was made of wooden slats, and she could peer out between them without being easily seen from the outside.
“Yes,” she said.
“Good,” said Jayna. “Masturbate and watch what happens. Don’t stop masturbating or watching until I tell you to. You’re not allowed to cum.”
Jayna left the room.
And she went to get Bill.
She found him in his bedroom, reading a book, and she immediately went over to him and kissed him on the lips.
“Daddy,” she said. “There’s something you want to see.”
She led him through the house to Luna’s bedroom. When he entered – and stopped, abruptly, seeing his daughter’s naked body – she slipped in after him and closed the door behind him.
“See what a slut my sister is?” said Jayna. “Isn’t she so slutty?”
“What is this, Jayna?” asked Bill.
Jayna slipped a hand inside her foster father’s pants, and curled it around his dick, which was already hardening.
“She’s embarrassed about wanting to fuck you,” said Jayna. “So she said she’d pretend to be asleep, and asked me to go find you, so you could see her body. She can hear us both right now, but she’s pretending she can’t, the little whore.”
Bill could see very well that Luna was genuinely asleep, and not pretending, but part of him wanted to believe what Jayna was saying, as she squeezed his cock and began to pump it.
“Would you like me to take your cock out, daddy?” said Jayna. “Just tell me not to, if you don’t.”
Bill said nothing. Jayna undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and underpants. She continued to pump his hard dick.
“Why don’t you tell Luna all those things you think about her, daddy?” said Jayna. “About what a slut she is.”
If Bill had genuinely thought that Luna was awake, he never would have said anything. But she knew she couldn’t really hear him, and Jayna’s hand felt so good on his cock, and…
“You’re a slut, Luna,” he gasped, staring at his daughter’s spread pussy. “You’re a little cockteasing whore. You’re a disgusting filthy little succubus. You’re a perverted bitch. You deserve to be spanked. You deserve to be choked. You deserve to be raped…”
In the closet, Carrie had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from making noise. She was still rubbing her cunt, because she didn’t dare to stop, but a large part of her wanted to. She didn’t want to be masturbating as she listened to her husband call her daughter a whore. She didn’t want to be masturbating as she watched him gain sexual enjoyment from staring at Luna’s pussy.
But at the same time, it felt so good to finger herself and stare at her daughter’s body.
“Why don’t you stick your dick in her, daddy?” said Jayna. “Just to see what it feels like.”
She let go of Bill’s cock – making him sigh with disappointment – and went to Luna. She grabbed Luna’s ankles and pulled, dragging Luna until her cunt was lined up with the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down. All Bill would have to do is step between them and lift her up slightly to slide his dick into her pussy.
And after a few minutes of anxious indecision, that was finally what he did.
Jayna had succeeded in sexually fixating him on his daughter. He couldn’t resist the chance, now, to slide his cock into her twat.
She was wet for him, and oh so tight, and the feeling of sliding himself inside her fucktunnel was the best feeling in the world.
Luna, unconscious, had no idea that she had just lost her virginity to her own father.
Carrie, in the closet, almost orgasmed with horror and shame as she watched her husband raping her daughter.
“That’s right,” cooed Jayna. “Fuck her cunt. But don’t cum inside her, whatever you do.”
“Why not?” said Bill, already beginning to hump vigorously at his daughter’s cunt.
“Because I won’t let you,” said Jayna. “She doesn’t deserve your cum. If you want to cum in her pussy, you have to force her, while she’s awake.”
That, of course, made no sense, but Bill wasn’t thinking rationally. He picked up the thrust of what Jayna was saying – that if he wanted to fulfil his fantasy of cumming in Luna’s twat, he had to forcibly rape her during daylight hours.
Right now, that seemed reasonable. That seemed like a thing he could do.
When he felt his orgasm approaching, he reluctantly pulled out. Jayna grabbed his cock immediately, and led him to the side of the bed, and them pumped him, with his dick aimed at his daughter’s face, until he felt himself cumming, and jizz sprayed all over Luna’s sleeping eyes, cheeks, mouth and tits.
When Bill was done, Jayna licked him clean.
“You can take pictures, if you want,” said Jayna.
And Bill, just like Carrie, took pictures of his daughter’s nude body, her young tits, her spread snatch, and her face covered with his cum.
Jayna sent Bill back to his room, to reflect on what he had just done and enjoy his new photos, and then let Carrie out of the closet.
“Lick her clean,” she said to Carrie.
Carrie burned with shame as she licked her husband’s cum off her daughter’s face and tits, and then licked Luna’s pussy again too, just to be sure.
“Good,” said Jayna. “Now go get Mitch and tell him to come rape his sister.”
Carrie recoiled.
“I can’t!” she said. “I… that’s…”
“What, wrong?” said Jayna. “More wrong than masturbating while watching your husband fuck your unconscious daughter? Don’t be silly. This is what girls are for. This is what Luna is for, and this is what you are for. Now go fetch Mitch. Don’t bother putting on clothes. Bill won’t see you.”
And there was nothing Carrie could do but obey.
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“But she knew she couldn’t really hear him…”
I think it should be “he knew”, not “she knew”