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Michael stood beside his father, and looked down at his sister Brea and his mother Veronica. Both women were nude and kneeling. Veronica’s face was a mask of humiliation and shame, whereas Brea wore an expression of contentment and delight at her position.
“Your sister,” said Michael’s father Evan slowly, “has been making the argument to me recently that women are nothing but animals, to be used however men see fit.”
“She’s been saying that to me, too,” said Michael.
Brea nodded enthusiastically. “I learned it at college from Professor Sterretz, who teaches Biological Hierarchy.” She sighed happily. “And once I learned it, everything just *made sense*, you know? Like I’d been denying I was a disgusting slut, but I didn’t have to hide it anymore.”
Veronica looked at her daughter. “Brea…” she said, despairingly.
Michael’s father went on, ignoring his wife. “Brea has been encouraging me to rape her, slap her, spank her, and… use her as a toilet,” he said. “And I have to say that, after having pissed in my daughter’s mouth, it’s very hard to see her as a person who deserves rights and respect.”
“I know,” said Michael. “She giggles when you slap her, and gets wet when you rape her. She likes it. And mom’s such a slut too. She’s been eating cum for breakfast for weeks, and she lets me finger her cunt right there in the kitchen.”
Veronica’s eyes widened. “Michael!” she exclaimed. “What? No…”
Evan’s face hardened. “Michael, be a good boy and slap your mother.”
Michael immediately stepped forward and slapped his mother across the face. Then, for good measure, he took her large left breast in one hand, and slapped it hard with the other, twice. Veronica squealed and tried to free herself, so Michael slapped her again for resisting.
“Shut up, mom,” he said. “You weren’t asked a question.”
“And then seeing Veronica and Brea lezzing off in the backyard today, where anyone might see them, was the final straw,” said Evan. “I don’t think we can go on treating these two like normal members of the family anymore.”
“They’re more like animals, really,” said Michael. He was watching Brea’s face, and enjoying how delighted she was with the direction this conversation was going.
“Or toilets,” said Evan. “Cum receptacles.”
“Pets,” said Michael.
“Please, Evan!” begged Michael’s mother. “This is insane! I don’t know what’s happened to me – to us – but I’m your wife.” She looked at Michael. “I’m your mother. I…”
Michael slapped her again, and then hit her in the tits five times. He looked at his father. “Actually, dad, I kind of need to piss right now.”
“Go for it,” said Evan. “She may as well start learning now.”
Michael smiled, and unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. His mother flinched, and pulled away, so he grabbed her hair and pulled her back towards his groin. As he did, he used his free hand to slap her across the face again – and when her mouth popped open in a gasp of shock, he pushed his cock into her mouth.
It felt amazing to have his cock in his mother’s mouth – mostly because she hated it, and by now Brea had taught him to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of raping a non-consenting woman. He was hard, so it was difficult to piss, but Brea had taught him how to do that too, and soon he was releasing a thin trickle of urine into his mother’s mouth.
“Swallow, mom,” he warned, “or you’ll be licking it up off the floor.”
Her cheeks and tits still stinging from the slaps, she reluctantly obeyed, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his urine.
Meanwhile, his father stepped up to relieve his own bladder into Brea, who was much more eager to fulfil her role as a toilet.
“From now on,” said Evan, as he pissed into his daughter, “all the urine from the men in this household is going into a woman’s mouth. If you’re not around to be convenient, we’ll piss into a bottle for you to consume later.”
“And when *they* piss,” added Michael, “they’ll do it in the backyard, like a dog.”
Evan shook his head. “They’ll piss on *each other*,” he corrected. “Like we saw them doing today outside.”
Michael was done pissing, so now he began to fuck his mother’s mouth, using her hair for a grip.
“There’ll be no clothes for either of these sluts inside the house,” said Evan, “unless we have a cute little outfit we want to see them in. Their duties will be domestic chores, and receiving our cum and piss.”
Veronica suddenly began to struggle, realising that soon her son was going to ejaculate into her, and Michael had to hold her hair harder, and use one knee to kick her in the tits.
“What about discipline, dad?” he asked.
“You’re right,” said Evan. “Fuckpigs like this will need to receive daily sexual pain to keep them in line. We’ll do it just before dinner each night – after the women have set the table and served the food, we’ll beat their cunts and tits.”
Michael suddenly stopped fucking his mother’s mouth. “Fuck, I really want to cum in the pussy that made me,” he said.
“Actually, I think the first formal raping of these two sluts should be something special,” said Evan. “Put your mother up on the dining table, tits up.”
Michael pulled his cock out of his mother’s mouth, and dragged her by her hair to the table. He made her get up, and lie on her back on the table. The table was just the right length that her head was at one edge, and her buttocks at the other, with her legs hanging down awkwardly.
“Michael, what are you doing?” she asked weakly.
“Brea, get on top of your mother,” said Evan, and Brea eagerly climbed up on the table, and took the 69 position she had demonstrated in the backyard, with her cunt over her mother’s mouth, and her mouth near her mother’s fuckhole.
“Do as you’re told, mom,” said Brea. “If you ever dare to resist dad or Michael, or if you ever tell anyone what happens to you here, I’ll tell the police you molested me. I’ll tell everyone what a slut you are.”
Veronica whimpered – and then squealed as Brea began to lick at her cunt.
“Lick your daughter, bitch,” growled Evan, and reached out and twisted one of his wife’s nipples. Veronica squeaked, and, with no other options, began to reluctantly lick Brea’s sopping wet pussy.
Evan pulled up a couch cushion to stand on to raise himself to the right level, then pushed his cock into his daughter’s cunt, even as Veronica was licking at Brea’s clit.
Then Michael came up and looked at his mother’s cunt – the cunt he had been born from. He smiled, and shoved his cock into it.
Feeling his mother’s cunt muscles spasm as she felt herself being fucked by her own son was amazing. She was even wet for him, probably from the drugs they had been feeding her, but possibly Brea’s tongue had helped. He began to eagerly rape her.
Brea helped, by continuing to lick at her mother’s fuckhole as Michael raped it, and occasionally licking his cock as it went in and out of her pussy. From time to time she would actually bite her mother’s clitoris, which would make Veronica buck and spasm delightfully against Michael’s dick.
Soon, Evan was cumming into Brea’s pussy, and not longer after Michael felt himself ejaculate into his mother. Veronica went wild as she felt her son’s sperm shooting into her womb, but there was nothing she could do about it. Brea repeatedly pinched her mother’s clitoris in a cruel and painful manner as Veronica struggled, aiming to calm her down, but rather than calming, the pain made Veronica unexpectedly orgasm around Michael’s cock, which in turn made Brea giggle with delight.
And then Michael and his father were done, and there was nothing left to do but pull out, and force the girls to lick the cum from each other’s pussies.
As Veronica licked her husband’s semen from her daughter’s cunt, she began to accept that this was really happening, that she had really been reduced from mother and wife to cum-toilet and sex object.
And as Michael watched his sister delightedly licking his sperm out of his own mother’s twat, he felt his last reluctance lift, and knew that he would never again see Veronica as a person or a mother, but only as something to piss and ejaculate into.
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