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Authors name: Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Story title : Raped!

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Raped! (FFM, rp, v, bd, preg)
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A tale of six women, one man, and a long days journey
into night.

***

This is a story with disturbing elements and is purely a
fantasy. If you don't like it or are offended by such
material, then why the hell are you reading it?


Chapter One
***********

The jolt of 300,000 volts of electricity from the stun
gun woke me up and rang my bells. I was in bed in my
apartment and this was the first thing that happened to
me that night.

* * *

My mother didn't want me to move away like I did, but I'd
insisted on my independence and moved off to a big city
all by myself. I knew it all and I arrogantly assumed
that bad things only happened to other people. On my 18th
birthday I collected my things and headed out the door to
my old car and left my safe, former life behind.

I had saved up enough money for six months rent and the
apartment manager took the money to make up for the fact
that I didn't have any credit. I quickly found work
through a temp agency as a receptionist and my temp job
quickly turned permanent. Life was good.

I made some friends and we hung out from time to time but
I never managed to find a boyfriend since I really wasn't
looking anyways. My life revolved around going to work,
going to coffee and movies with friends, and cuddling up
on my couch and reading Nora Robert's novels.

I never realized that I had someone stalking me.

* * *

The room was blacked out when I came to, I couldn't even
see the streetlights. I found out later that he'd put a
pair of goggles over my eyes that he'd spray painted
black to keep me from seeing anything. When I tried to
say something I found out that I was gagged. Then I tried
to move and realized that I was tied up with my wrists
cuffed to my ankles and the cool air of the room told me
that I was lewdly displayed to my attacker.

I heard him moan an approving sound and felt the warmth
of his lips on my breasts, kissing them and then teasing
my nipples. I was ashamed that this monster was making my
body respond to his attentions against my will. He spent
what seemed like forever kissing almost every inch of my
body before I heard him start to undress.

I tried to scream and the goggles filled with my tears
when I heard his belt buckle come undone, then his
zipper, followed by the sound of his pants crumpling to
the floor.

He caressed my feet and my ankles, stopping to touch my
fingers, as I felt his weight move onto my bed. I cried
with all my being as I realized the certainty of what was
about to happen to me. I remembered my senior prom with
Ryan when I told him that I couldn't have sex since I was
saving myself for the right man and the right time. I
actually laughed a little at the irony of depriving
myself of such a romantic time with Ryan to have my body
taken now by a total stranger.

I felt the warmth of his hairy legs on my bare skin as he
reached across me to my bedside table and then he leaned
back, settling between my legs again. I wondered what he
was doing for a brief moment and then I heard a "click"
that was followed by his squirting something all over me.
The smell of it told me that it was my baby oil that I
kept by my bedside. His hands smoothed the oil into my
skin and then I felt him squirt it onto my pussy where it
soaked me and ran down the crack of my ass onto my
sheets. He poked a finger into me as he massaged the oil
into my pussy lips and I thrashed and screamed trying to
stop him.

I was so surprised when actually stopped what he was
doing! He got up off of the bed and I heard him walk
across the floor, then he walked back. I heard a strange
whine begin to build and then he poked me in the side of
my ass with something. The world turned into pain and
color as his stun gun discharged into me again. He was
teaching me a lesson.

Some time went by and then he got onto the bed again. I
trembled as he squirted more baby oil onto me and rubbed
in me again, but I didn't dare scream or try to fight
him. I heard the oil squirt again but didn't feel it hit
me anywhere and then I realized he was rubbing it on
himself.

I tensed as he moved on top of me and I felt his cock
slip in between my oiled pussy lips. Everything felt so
slick that I knew he had oiled up his cock, too.

I felt my heartbeat throb in my head as his cock slipped
into me. My untouched body gave way for this horrid
intruder who was about to become my first lover. The pain
was awful as his slickened cock drove into my equally
slickened pussy in one thrust. The sudden fullness I felt
in my belly took my breath away as my rapist consummated
our mating.

I was a little detached as I thought about this man as my
mate, his cock driving into my pussy, him mounted on me
like an animal, humping me. Involuntarily, I found myself
pushing my pussy up to meet the downward thrusts of his
cock. His cock plowed me deeper and more slowly in answer
to my body fucking him back. My emotions ran the gamut of
being disgusted with myself, hating my rapist, and being
utterly and completely fascinated with each new sensation
of simply being a female mating for the first time.

His breathing became ragged and I felt his cock swell
inside of me. A million thoughts went through my mind as
I realized he was about to come in me. I was unprotected
and in the middle of my cycle and this beast was about to
fill me with his bastard seed and there wasn't anything I
could do to stop him!

He moved from on top of me to sitting between my legs and
then he slipped his cock into me again. He caught up my
thighs in his hands and I felt his cock plow into the
door of my womb. I was terrified as he became to me a
mindless machine pistoning a cock into my body with a
building fury. He pounded me so hard I thought that he
was going to kill me.

He suddenly seized me and held himself deep into me. His
cock began to throb and pulse and dance inside me and a
chill went through me when I realized that he was filling
me with his seed. He just sat there for I don't know how
long with his cock pulsing sperm into me and softening as
the clock ticked on. I was utterly wasted when he finally
pulled himself from me and a torrent of his sperm flowed
out of me to puddle on my sheets.

An hour or so went by with him wandering around my
apartment before he came back and mounted me again. I was
seriously sore by now and he knew it. As if he cared, he
pulled out and oiled himself, then he stuck the tip of
the baby oil bottle into me and gave a squirt. He mounted
me once more and this time the pain was gone. The sound
of his cock plowing my pussy reached my ears and I lost
myself in considering this man as my mate again.

We were just two animals mating, I told myself, a male
succumbing to his needs and a female catering to them. I
kept my mind in this clinical kind of mode as he fucked
me much more slowly this time. I surprised myself when I
felt a little pleasure to start to rise in my belly, but
then he unloaded himself into me again and it was over.

He lifted himself from me and I heard the click and whir
of a camera as he made himself some memories for his
filthy scrapbook. Then I tensed as I heard the whine of
the stun gun...

* * *

When I regained my senses I found that he'd undone me and
took the cuffs and the gag with him, probably for his
next victim. I thought about calling the police, but what
the fuck would they do? They never catch 98% of the
rapists anyway so why put myself through getting poked
and prodded?

I did go to a free clinic to get myself checked out for
STD's and, thank God, my rapist was at least a clean
rapist. Fear of AIDS or herpes or some other crap had had
me in fear until the doctor came back and told me I was
just fine.

The following month the same doctor made a lie of that
statement when he told me to expect company in eight
months.

So here I am, my belly swelling and my breasts sore with
the milk my baby will be suckling soon. I'm still working
and my boss has told me he'll cover my maternity leave
with 75% pay, which is very kind. I can't have an
abortion even though it would be so easy. My baby's
father may be a rapist, but my baby is still just a
baby...my baby...and how could I kill her because of what
her father did? It wouldn't be right.

I know my rapist went off to do this to someone else and
that I wasn't likely the first, either, but I can't bring
myself to call the police. He'll get caught someday and
I'll read it in the paper and go to his trial. He'll
recognize me and see our daughter in my arms and maybe
he'll want to talk to me. Maybe then I'll testify against
him.


Chapter Two
***********

My eighteen-year-old sister Ashley came to stay with me
before the baby was born to help out and to get me to the
hospital when the baby came. Sure enough, the day that I
had dreaded and looked forward to came and my water
broke. I was in the shower just enjoying the warm water
on my aching back when I felt a gush flow out of me. I
looked down at the shower floor and saw the mixture of
blood and other colorful fluids running down the drain
and I was just dumbfounded by the sight. I had loved
being pregnant and full of life and now it was about to
be over and I found myself a little wistful, forgetting
how I'd come to be this way.

Well, I figured, I'm in the shower and this is the best
place for this. I went ahead and finished my hair and
then shaved my armpits and my bikini line as best I
could. Shaving my legs with a watermelon in my belly was
out of the question!

Ashley was blown away at how calm I was when I told her
that it was time to go to the hospital and she took a
moment to realize that I was serious.

Ashley was frantic all the way to the hospital and I
really don't remember anything she'd said to me along the
way. I was lost in the past thinking about how this
moment, just before the birth of my daughter, had come
about due to my being raped. The contractions I was
suffering through, each one of them, reminded me of his
raping cock, thrusting in me... spurting in me. And I had
no idea who he was.

I'd told my family about my ordeal and they wanted me to
go to the police and I'd refused. I have to say that I
love them all the more for standing by me and then
sending my little sister to help with the baby and to
really just be someone I could cry with.

Sometimes, though, Ashley made me cry as I saw her walk
around the apartment in her tank top and shorts and I saw
her fawn-like body that had once been the twin of my own.
I looked like a beached whale in comparison. My huge
belly at least prevented me from having to see my swollen
ankles all the time.

We made it to the hospital and I shook myself from the
cobwebs of the past and braced myself for my impending
future as a single parent. A few hours went by where my
contractions went on and on, and then...

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

I cannot even begin to describe the pain as my daughter
made her way through the most delicate parts of my body.
I blissfully passed out as the doctor caught her and then
went to work with the remainder of the birth. When I came
around I asked for my little girl and Ashley handed her
to me.

"What are you going to name her?" Ashley asked me with a
proud and radiant smile.

"I should name her 'Ashley' after all you've done. What
do you think we should name your niece?"

Ashley looked at me and smiled with the honour,
"Melissa".

And so came into the world my daughter Melissa, niece of
Ashley.

* * *

In the following four months Melissa quickly became a
darling and happy child. I was blessed to have a healthy
little girl who managed not to suffer from the usual
infant maladies so that meant I was soon sleeping a full
night's sleep. Once in a while, though, Melissa would cry
and Ashley would go to her to let me sleep. Ashley knew
her niece was hungry and would set her at my breast while
I slept and then put her back to bed. It was one of those
intimacies that you can only truly share with a sister.

I started working out to get my body back and since I had
been in good shape to start with it wasn't a long time
before Ashley and I were the twins everyone liked to say
we were. My old clothes fit again and the maternity
clothes went in the storage box to wait for a charity
drive. With Ashley at home to take care of Melissa for me
I also went back to work and caught up with my career.

I had survived and my life was actually better than it
had been before. The love of my family had stood a test
and proved itself, and I now had the lifelong promise of
love from Melissa. Life was good.

Then one night I came home from work and unlocked the
door to see Ashley on the couch with a look of fear in
her eyes that made me almost want to run. As I stared at
her I heard a terrifying and familiar whine of a
capacitor charging up and I turned to see what it was and
I saw a facemask just as I felt the stun gun blast into
me again.

When I came to I fully expected to be blinded like the
last time and was surprised to have some faint light come
into my eyes. I looked down and saw that I was tied,
naked, to my bedroom dressing chair. My bedroom was lit
by a few candles and the sight that they revealed made me
try to scream.

"None of that, bitch, or I'll shock you again, got it?"
He stared into my eyes and I saw in his eyes the same
colour of blue that was the glory of my precious Melissa.
I knew at that instant that this man was my rapist from
over a year ago. I fell into silence and regretted not
calling the police back then. I remembered back then
thinking that I was letting him go just so he could do it
again and here he was with Ashley tied up on my bed
naked, with her wrists tied to her outstretched ankles.

"I just had to come back when you brought your sister for
me to play with." He chuckled with a just a hint of evil.

I frantically tried to break myself free when he walked
to Melissa's crib.

"Shush, now! You don't think I'd hurt my daughter, do ya?
No way! I'm sick, but I'm not a monster."

I had no choice but to believe it was true. As he reached
down and picked up Melissa I saw Ashley look over at me
with an awful terror in her eyes. Like me, she was gagged
and couldn't say anything so we just stared at each other
and started to cry.

"She's beautiful." He said at last. Then, laying Melissa
back into the safety of her blankets he simply stated,
"But she is lonely. Don't you two think it's just awful
that she has to grow up all alone?"

He looked at me and said, "Don't you want her to have a
sister like you do?"

Turning, he looked at Ashley, "Or maybe she needs a
niece... Hmmm?"

Ashley tried to scream and tried to break free, but it
was useless. Both of us were powerless to do anything as
he began to undress. He kicked off his shoes and then
undid his shirt, shrugging it off to reveal a decent
physique. He was actually beautiful. I wondered why such
a man needed to force women to have sex?

I could tell that Ashley was scared, but I was actually
more curious to see what the father of my baby looked
like. He undid his belt and his jeans fell to the floor.
Ashley fell silent, as did I, at the sight of his ample
cock faintly bouncing with his heartbeat. He kicked the
jeans free and, except for the pull-over ski mask, he was
now completely naked.

"I wish I had all night," he said as he walked to my
nightstand, "but I have places to be. So I hope you two
ladies don't mind if I skip the foreplay."

He reached for my baby oil. That night a year ago came
rushing back and I expected a repeat performance and I
tensed up. He picked up the bottle ,popped the top, and
squeezed a little into his hand. He took his cock in his
hand and seemed to shudder as he stroked it and oiled it
all along its generous length. Fascinated, I watched his
hand travel it's length and marveled how that same cock
had managed to go all the way inside of me. I realized as
I watched that this same cock had also impregnated me.

I was shocked and actually a little disappointed when he
turned the bottle on Ashley and sprayed her lithe body
with the glistening oil. The little drops on her skin
reflected the candlelight making the scene almost
romantic. She struggled a bit as his hands rubbed over
her and he slapped her. His oiled palm made a kind of wet
sound as it met her cheek.

"Shhhh," he whispered to her, "you don't want to wake the
baby."

He took a little more of the oil into his hands and then
locked eyes with Ashley as he rubbed it into her virgin
pussy. I'd really expected him to take his time, but he
eased himself up to her until his knees were on either
side of her ass and his cock was dangerously close to her
pussy. He reached over for one of my pillows and doubled
it over and placed it under Ashley's lower back.

Her pussy was now lewdly displayed and her back was
arched as if she was eagerly awaiting her first lover. I
was watching what had happened to me a year before and
found myself erotically fascinated... I was even getting
wet as I watched my own mystery unfold in front of me.

He moved up to my sister and I could clearly see him
rubbing his thick cock in her oiled pussy. He took his
time and seemed to have his eyes on Ashley as she felt
the first touches of a man to her pussy.

I saw his cock head disappear into her just a little. He
took her by her tight hips and whispered hoarsely, "Look
at me!"

The second she did he plunged himself into her. I heard
her scream from the pain of his entry and I wanted to cry
for her. I couldn't stop watching to cry, even for a
minute. The drama of his cock fucking into my sister
right in front of me was so erotic that I think had I
gotten loose right then I would've raped him.

Ashley whimpered as her lover slowly thrust his cock into
her in an endless and mindless fucking. This went on for
a good ten minutes when I noticed that Ashley's toes
would curl up with every thrust of the cock into her
depths. His hands were all over her body, massaging her
with the care of a most attentive lover.

Her back tensed and she seemed to struggle for a moment
when he said what I was imagining:

"Yessss... yes... come on my cock... yesss!"

I heard Ashley squeal as my virgin sister was fucked to
her first orgasm. He kept up a steady rhythm and pushed
her orgasm even further. He thrust at her deeply every
now and again and I could see her arch her back to allow
him deeper into her body. Ashley was lost to her lust and
all that was on her mind was the pleasure the cock was
giving to her.

She was coming down off the peak of her pleasure when he
took her firmly by the hips and held himself in her body,
as deep as he could. I knew my sister was right then
getting her pussy bathed in his rich, potent come.

Silently, the two of them just looked at each other as
his cock still filled her pussy. I knew she was sitting
there and thinking about the year of my life that had
just passed by wondering if that would be the story of
her own upcoming life.

There were no tears or struggles as I saw his cock firm
up again and began it's probing of Ashley's body all
anew. He skillfully brought her to orgasm again and I
could see his own intensity building again. Part of me
was relieved that he would leave me alone, but part of me
was also frustrated with having watched so much and had
so little. I closed my eyes to imagine what she was
feeling when I felt a sudden warmth.

His eyes were inches from my own.

"Can't forget about you, can we?"

Slick with my sisters' juices and his own come he slid
himself fully into my pussy in one stroke.

I gasped at the sudden fullness and found myself wanting
for more. I moved my bare butt to the edge of the chair
to get more of his cock into me.

"You want this, don't you?" He was so proud, I could hear
it in his voice. I knew then what it was that made him
tick: he wanted his victims to want him. Fine, then. I
wanted him.

With the same skill and finesse he had just used with my
sister I felt that wonderful cock grind into my clit and
I let myself go. He reached behind me and I felt him pull
on something and then I realized that he'd untied me. I
was free! I pulled him close and kissed him full on the
lips and wrapped my legs around him. The fullness in me
became even greater as he lifted me up and carried me to
the bed.

When he laid me back I felt the wet warmth of Ashley's
pussy at my neck and realized I was between her legs. I
didn't care. My whole self had been surrendered to the
cock that was now hammering between my legs, threatening
to fill me with another baby and I didn't care! I needed
the release that his cock was promising me and then...

"Uunnnhhhh!"

I heard my own voice as the warmth of my release flowed
over me. The most powerful feeling I'd ever had swept
through me only to be followed by feeling the cock in my
pussy begin to swell. I was going to have his baby again,
I knew it and I didn't care! I felt his cock start to
twitch inside me and the sensation drove me over the edge
again! The emptiness I'd felt after Melissa's birth was
gone, if only for now, replaced by this wonderful,
thrusting cock and the promise of life it was delivering
into me again.

He left me there almost senseless as he slipped from me.
Not bothering to tie me up again, he silently gathered
his things and was making his way to the door.

"Don't go."

He slowly turned around.

"I need you. I don't care what you've done... please."

Ashley had gotten the gag out and I couldn't believe what
she was saying.

I couldn't believe it since I was going to say the exact
same thing!

"I'll go to jail if you talk."

Ashley looked at me and I nodded.

"We won't. The baby needs her father, right? And I... I
just can't let you go now. Please stay."

* * *

So here we are, Ashley and I and Matt. How do I explain
what we feel? Matt swears we were the only ones he ever
took like he did and I guess we just have to take that at
face value. I guess it turned out that Ashley and I were
'twins' in more than just our looks; our lusts are just
the same. And our bellies are starting to swell
identically, too. Our nights are unreal and our days are
equally unreal. Maybe we'll have to move to Utah to see
this thing through, who knows?


Chapter Three
*************

It's called "Stockholm Syndrome". It's where the captives
begin to identify and sympathize with their captor and
Ashley and I had it bad for Matt. When Ashley had asked
Matt to stay she didn't know what a can of worms she'd
opened for the two of us.

Matt asked us if we really wanted him to be with us and
the two of us nodded our consent, partly from fear and
partly from the insensate shock of being assaulted. He
gagged us both and then left the apartment. Ashley and I
looked at each other and I imagined that it must be over
and that Matt had gone on his merry way. I only wish it
had been true.

He returned in about half an hour with a push cart and
two large musical equipment crates on it. You know the
kind, like you see roadies carrying around backstage at
concerts? In no time at all he'd picked us up and loaded
us each into one of the boxes and then I felt the bumping
around as we were loaded into a truck. The trip took a
long time and I will admit that he was careful to take
care of us.

Each hour or so he'd stop the truck and then come back to
open the boxes and let us have some fresh air before
moving on. I couldn't see anything, but I did guess that
we were heading into the mountains after a few hours when
my ears popped from the pressure changes.

I'm guessing it was at least six hours of driving before
we finally stopped and he unloaded us. When Matt opened
up the boxes Ashley and I found ourselves in the oddest
little prison. We were clearly in the basement of a house
right off the garage as I could see it.

Matt took me to a little room with a large steel door and
guided me inside where he sat me down on a comfy bed and
then took my ankle and locked a shackle on it. I looked
and saw that the shackle had a strong looking chain that
was very securely bolted into the concrete wall. There
was no escape possible.

"Welcome home." He took off the ropes around me and then
removed my gag and my blindfold. I saw my captor standing
there, a good looking man, maybe six feet tall, close cut
blond hair, and a very masculine face set by two
sapphire-blue eyes. I took a quick glance around the
room, my new home, and realized it was a very comfortably
appointed prison cell, complete with a little bathroom of
its' own.

"Where are we? And where's my baby?"

He laughed.

"You two wanted to stay with me, well, here you are! This
is my home and we're well away from the rest of the world
here. This was my parents place before they died and I
took and did something special with the basement as you
see. You two are my first guests here since you were dumb
enough to ask to be kidnapped." He left the cell for a
minute and then came back with Melissa. "Here's our
daughter, so don't worry. You didn't think I'd leave here
there all alone? Shit!"

He walked out and closed the steel door securing me and
Melissa in the cell that was our new home and then he
went off to get Ashley taken care of. The day went by and
he brought me Melissa's things and a warm bottle for her
and a warm dinner for myself. Then I heard Ashley scream
as he raped her again.

She called him a monster and he replied that his name was
'Matt' before he slapped her and silenced her reminding
her that she'd asked for this. I sat there holding
Melissa and I trembled as it began to dawn on me that the
three of us were in very serious trouble, especially now
that we'd seen his face.

Ashley whimpered as Matt fucked her and told her how sexy
she was and how tight her pussy was on his cock. She
never said another word to him but I did hear her yelp a
little every now and then and I guessed that her pain was
from Matt thrusting his cock deep into her.

Finally, I heard him grunting and I could even hear their
bodies slapping together with the force of their mating
until, with a moan of sheer pleasure, Matt signaled his
orgasm. I imagined his cock twitching in Ashley's pussy
as Matt filled her with more of his sperm. I sat there
and could not believe what we'd gotten ourselves into; a
life as sex slaves to this man. A life we'd actually
asked for.

Ashley cried all night and never said anything when I
tried to talk to her. She was clearly traumatized and
when we later spoke she told me that she was horrified
that her rash words to Matt trapped both of us in this
situation and the responsibility was crushing to her.

The next morning Matt brought both of us breakfast and I
ate while feeding Melissa and it was maybe an hour later
when Matt came and took Melissa to Ashley and told her to
snap out of her depression and take care of her niece. I
heard her say 'Okay' and then her door was closed and
locked. Matt came back to my cell door and looked in at
me.

"Your turn."

I didn't react as he came up to me and guided me to the
wall where a pair of handcuffs dangled from a bar. He
took off my robe, the only thing he'd given me to wear,
and then I sheepishly let him cuff me to the bar with my
butt facing back at him. I didn't care to look as I heard
him undress and I just gave myself over to the inevitable
as I felt his warm hands on my hips.

He motioned for me to spread my legs and I didn't argue
with him. His cock ran up against my pussy and he went
"Mmmmmm" as his hands ran over my breasts, lingering on
my nipples to excite them. I was shocked at my own
reaction as my nipples hardened and a rush of sexual
excitement ran over me.

"Yeah," he murmured," I can feel you getting wet...yeah"

I felt betrayed by my body as it responded to Matt's
attentions and got ready for sex. I felt his fingers
probe my pussy and then he took and pressed his cock up
against my slippery warmth.

"Uhnnnf!"

I arched my back as he pushed at me and his cock slipped
all the way into me in one slow, steady thrust. I
resolved not to cry or say anything to give anymore
pleasure to him as his cock pumped at me with a firm and
steady rhythm. I felt him go deep into me every few
strokes and it occurred to me that this would've hurt
before Melissa was born. Now, feeling his cock so deep
inside me, it seemed to be natural to have a man plowing
me. I was shocked at myself in the middle of this reverie
as I realized that he'd slowly stopped fucking me as I
had started fucking myself on him.

I didn't care.

We fucked each other like that for quite a while and when
I finally looked over my shoulder at him he kissed me.
And I kissed him back. What had started out as my rape
had become our fucking and somehow I'd allowed that to
become our lovemaking. The eroticism of the moment swept
over me as his lips sought mine while one hand loving
caressed my throat and the other held across my belly,
pulling my body into his eager cock.

I was disappointed as his pace began to quicken and I
felt him thicken inside me. Our tongues met and tangled
as I felt him spurt his seed into me. We held our pose
together as that lovely cock of his pumped cream into me
and I snuggled my ass back at him, trying to get him
deeper into my body.

I felt exhausted and empty when he drew himself from me.
I remained silent as he unlocked the handcuffs and then
lay me back on the bed. He gently spread my legs and took
me by surprise as his softened cock slipped into me again
as he lay himself on top of me. I was lost in my lust and
gave myself over to kissing my lover and running my hands
over his back and through his hair as his own hands
kneaded my breasts and pulled my hips tight against him.

His cock hardened again and we began to just make love
without the urgency of his need and he took the time to
find and satiate my own need. When I finally came it was
just too much for him and the sudden moisture in my pussy
told me that he'd come in me yet again.

Breathless, I just lay there like a fucked-out whore as
he got up from me and silently left, closing the door
behind him. He didn't look back to see his come dripping
from my well-pleasured cunt before he was gone. I fell
asleep after a while and when I woke up I was frankly
embarrassed by the picture I must've made. My legs were
spread out and their apex was framed by a puddle of come.

A warm shower refreshed me and removed the embarrassing
evidence of my enjoying an animalistic mating at the
hands of my captor. A mating. The thought of just fucking
for the sake of fucking like animals turned me on and I
fingered myself to a needed release.

Day three of our captivity came and went uneventfully and
then on day four Matt brought Ashley to my cell and
allowed us to talk. The first hour we just cried. Then we
began to talk about our situation and she told me how
awful it had been when Matt raped her again and we went
over the whole mess in detail. Finally, I asked her if
she'd realized that we weren't ever going to leave here
and she fell into tears again before agreeing to my
point.

As we talked some more I worked to convince her that
since Matt was going to have his way with us, why not try
to make it as nice as we could for ourselves? I shared
with Ashley how I just imagined myself as an animal and
Matt as my mate as we fucked and I just allowed my body
to be enjoyed without a thought. After all, what could we
do anyways?

Ashley said she'd try to see it that way before the two
of us cuddled up and took a nap together. We woke up
later when Matt brought Melissa to me and then took
Ashley back to her cell. Matt had left the doors open so
I could hear them fucking, I knew he'd done it on
purpose. I listened raptly while holding Melissa and
found myself wishing I could see what was going on as
Ashley gave up a moan of pleasure.

"That's right...yeah." I couldn't believe my ears as
Ashley's dreamy voice gave assent to Matt's fucking of
her lithe little body. My little sister began to sound
like a woman as I heard her start to encourage Matt to
fuck her, to fill her, to impregnate her!

That was four months ago now and it's hard to believe
we've ever had a different life. I often wonder that
Ashley and I must've become pregnant at the same time
because when Matt lets us out to the sundeck now (with a
nice view of the mountains like I'd suspected), our
bellies seem to be swelling at an identical rate. Ashley
and I are closer now that we've ever been before as we
share our pregnancies and as we share the father of our
children.

When Matt found out that I was full with his child he
became so intensely passionate and asked me, no, he
begged me, to let him make love to me. He came up behind
me and lovingly held my belly while filling me with his
cock and I think I started to fall in love with him then.
Really, how can you not love a man ho worships the mother
of his children? Matt may be a rapist, but he's a better
lover, father, and husband (really) than most men I've
ever heard of.


Chapter Four
************

Over the next six months Matt kept Ashley and I rather
busy, fucking both of us on a regular schedule. Matt's
sexual appetite got to be a little much as our bellies
swelled along with our ankles and our tits and he was
kind enough to slow down a bit. As our burgeoning bellies
also slowed us down physically, Matt let us have free run
of the place and one day moved us out of the basement
prison cells upstairs to wonderfully furnished rooms with
fabulous views of the area.

I'll be honest, my first thought was to see how to get
out of there, but then I found out where 'there' was.

Basington was a town that never was, it was just what was
left of a defunct silver mine in the forested foothills
of the Rockies in eastern Utah. Matt said we were just
twenty miles or so from the Colorado line, but he also
added that the twenty miles were over some of the most
treacherous terrain in the lower forty-eight. The
beautiful view of snow-capped peaks on a clear day tended
to support Matt's analysis of the landscape.

Matt's father had made a loan against the mine back in
the early eighties when there was a silver boom due to
some guys who were trying to corner the silver market. As
all booms seem to go, this one went bust and Matt's dad
was left holding the note on thirty-one square miles of
beautiful land, all well away from freeways, airports,
and just about any kind of civilization. It was forty-
five miles just to go to the main road.

As luck would have it, electrical lines and gas lines had
long been set up for the mine so we had all the comforts
of civilization without having any of it right near by.
The mine owners had apparently never been too fond of
telephones so they'd never shouldered the expense of
bring that service up the deep canyon.

So Matt's dad died and left him the place along with a
sizable sum of money and Matt found that he now had
everything he needed to indulge his fantasies. Basington
was graced by a beautiful mansion that the owner's had
built back in the eighties. It resembled the great homes
of the nineteenth-century silver barons in many ways:
opulent furniture, a high-peaked and gabled roof, a 360
degree veranda, and an interior crafted of the most
beautiful hardwoods I'd ever seen.

The house was a palace and it seemed taken from a story
book except for the modern amenities that were tastefully
woven into the decor. The only things the previous owners
had left out were the TV's and the radios since they'd
wanted to keep the nineteenth-century ambiance about the
place. Matt had spent some money on having a crew come in
from Mexico to rebuild the basement of the main house
into the prison that it now was and then he'd paid them
quite well to forget what they'd built for him.

After he'd started on building the dungeon of his dreams
he'd realized that the mine might someday attract
attention from environmentalists and the like so he got
ahead of the parade, made some strategic donations, and
then set about restoring the area to it's original
beauty.

The outbuildings and the small neighborhood of homes were
all removed and you'd never know they'd been there except
for the pictures. He picked up some nice awards along the
way and told me that he'd always chuckled when the well-
intentioned would blather on and on about what a great
citizen Matt was, not knowing that he was just securing
privacy for his pleasures.

It turned out that Ashley and I were his first guests.
And it also turned out that I was his first rape victim.
He'd come to my bed not long after I moved upstairs and
crept into bed behind me and cuddled up to me, lovingly
caressing my fat, pregnant body. Soon enough, he had me
up on my hands and knees as his cock plowed me in a
futile effort to impregnate the pregnant.

My usual thing was to just tolerate his attentions, but
this time he caught me at the right time and I found
myself swooning with the kind of sexual rapture that is
unique to a pregnant woman. We fell down exhausted and
after a nap, we talked about things and he confessed to
me how he'd seen me at the airport one day and decided to
stalk me. I lay there in his loving arms transfixed as he
told of following me home, tracing me on the Internet,
following me for weeks to learn my movements, and then
spending three months inspecting my trash for tampons and
pads to determine when I was fertile.

He spoke of raping me that first night with an almost
religious reverence and it seemed as if he were a
different person. I guess over the months I'd allowed
myself to forget that even though Matt was kind and
generous to Ashley, Melissa, and myself, he was still a
rapist. It was scary to see that side of him again.

Winter was setting in to the high country and Matt
figured that he needed to go to Salt Lake City for a few
days where he could anonymously stock up for the season
and prepare for the children that would certainly be born
in the midst of the snows. Ashley and I held Melissa's
hands and waved as Matt drove down the canyon in his van.
We had no telephone so we didn't have any ideas about
calling for help so we just went back inside to the warm
kitchen and finished off breakfast before settling in by
the fire for the day.

We didn't talk much even though it was our first time
alone at the house since we'd arrived. I guess we
could've taken the pickup truck and driven out of there,
but I'm not sure either one of us wanted to go back to
the world at that point. What prospects did two pregnant
sisters and a child have in the world? The best we could
hope for would be a welfare apartment and a monthly
handout from the government. At least our prison here was
comfortable and our captor a caring and devoted father
and lover. As bad as things were, freedom would be worse.

The evening came on and Ashley and I were just about to
head to bed when to our great surprise we heard a knock
at the door.

"What do we do?" Ashley looked at me, asking for wisdom I
didn't have.

The knocking came again, this time a little more
persistence could be heard in the knock.

"I guess we'll answer it and find out."

I went to the door and opened it.

"Pp-p-p-p-please, c-c-c-can we come in?"

The four soaking wet girls were covered in mud, blood,
and a dusting of snow. Ashley and I stared at each other
for a split seconds' hesitation before we acted.

We swept them into the warm house and listened to their
tale of a long-planned 'geo-caching' trip to Zion Park
turning into a wild goose chase with an almost tragic
ending. The four of them had set out from Provo to go to
Zion Park, which was way off in the other direction from
Basington. They'd originally planned on just taking the
Interstate to Zion Park when one of them, Beth, talked
the others into following some back roads and finding
some less popular geo-caches.

I'll be honest, these weren't the brightest girls I'd
ever met and I wasn't surprised when Beth explained that
Rebekah had been in charge of navigating and had led them
up our little dirt road thinking it was the old Denver &
Rio Grande rail bed that led across one of the passes to
Colorado.

The rail bed was another thirty miles down the main road
from our own Basington Cutoff. Rebekah still wasn't as
bad as Claire, the driver. I had Claire soaking in the
warm bathtub as she confessed to getting scared about
being lost and had then attempted to make a U-turn on our
narrow little road.

Claire told me that she'd been driving along while Beth
and Rebekah were arguing about the directions on the map
and how Karen had started crying when the snow started
falling. She'd gotten confused, then flustered, and then
angry at the other three girls so in a fit of pique she
thought she'd turn right around and just go home. She'd
miscalculated the speed of the Jeep Wrangler and the four
girls went from just being lost to being terrified as the
out-of-control Jeep plunged down the embankment into the
freezing waters of Basington Creek.

As their luck would have it, they'd found one of the
deepest spots on the creek and all four of them were
submerged in painfully cold water. They were lucky they
didn't drown. As if proof that God looks out for fools
none of the girls were wearing their seatbelts and all
four of them surfaced in the relatively calm waters
screaming and thrashing to get to the creek side.
Screaming and fighting and crying, the four of them
decided to follow the road uphill and they took a gamble
that they'd find shelter before they died of exposure.

They'd seen the lights of the house off in the distance
after a half-hour's walk and they'd made it to the
relative safety of the house as the first snow of the
season started falling around them. They all faced the
reality that everyone they knew thought they were
hundreds of miles away from here and would never come
looking for them in Basington.

I guess it was well after midnight when Ashley and I
finally got the girls settled into two of the rooms. We
figured it would be best to have two of them sleep
together in each bed so they'd keep each other warm
through the night. They'd been seriously disappointed to
find that we had no phone and that set off a harangue
against Claire as the other three bitched about losing
cell phones and clothes along with the Jeep. Ashley
finally lost her cool and told the three bitches to cut
it out and go to bed and so ended our first day alone.

The next few days had Ashley and I getting to know the
girls and we discovered that the four of them were
classmates and were all various shades of eighteen years
old with Claire being the oldest and just about to turn
nineteen. They weren't the cheerleaders I thought they
were, their common thread was that they were in the
college Geo-Caching Club that had formed to take the
place of the Explorer Scouts when some politically-
correct college board banned Scouting from their campus.

Typically for Provo, they were all cute, sheltered,
white, and Mormon. Not that I have anything against
Mormons, mind you, it's just that they're all sort of...
off kilter, you know? And these girls were no different
from the other Mormons I've ever known. Their
conversations hovered around the boys they knew who'd
gone off on Missions, morning Seminary classes, getting
their Temple cards, having kids someday, how great the
Olympics were, and their own take on fashion.

For not being too bright, they figured out Ashley and I
right off the bat and knew that Matt was screwing both of
us. Despite our denials, the four girls had made up their
minds that Ashley, Matt, and I were exiles from some
polygamous Mormon sect either in St. George or along what
they called the Arizona Strip. Tired of arguing the
point, Ashley and I let them believe what they wanted to
as we waited for Matt to return.

The fifth day was closing with blizzard conditions
clearly visible up on the peaks and just over a foot of
snow already on the ground. The girls were sort of quiet
as they realized the snow would hold them here for a bit
longer than they'd planned. It was just before the snow
outside turned into a white-out that I heard Matt's van
roaring up the grade to the house.

I poked my head outside and saw the four-wheel drive van
festooned with tire chains diligently plodding it's way
up the grade from the old town site below. I waved to
Matt and he smiled and rolled down his window and waved
back as he brought the van around to the carriage house
out back. I grabbed my coat and closed the door and ran
around the veranda to greet him.

He was just opening the side doors to unload the van when
I walked in to say 'hi'.

His smile was so huge as he swept me into his arms and
kissed me before I could utter a word. His hand at the
back of my head held my lips tight to his own as I kissed
him back. It felt like having my loving husband back from
a business trip as he warmly and carefully hugged and
kissed me. It was so passionate and so... wonderful...
that I almost forgot the whole world.

"I have a surprise for you and Ashley and I can't wait to
show you!" He gleamed with the joy of a lover.

"I think Ashley and I have a surprise for you, too."

He heard the tone in my voice and was just about to ask
me what the surprise was when Ashley and the four girls
swung open the door and came in from the growing storm
outside.

Matt looked them over and then hugged me again. "Oh, I
see we have guests."

~ ~ ~

There were eight of us for dinner that evening as the
blizzard outside spent its fury. Ashley and I drafted
Karen to help in the kitchen since she was the quiet one
and we soon had a nice feed on for everyone. Over dinner
Matt made it clear to the disappointed girls that there
was no leaving Basington until the thaw came along
sometime in late February to mid-March: and this was
October 20th. Avalanches would surely block the road and
it was impossible to hike out when the snow over the
passes would be twenty feet or deeper or powder in
places.

Matt told the girls stories of skiers disappearing into
drifts and never being seen again and how he just didn't
want to add to the statistics. The girls all cried about
their families and how people were surely searching for
them and then they cried at the fact that the searchers
were searching anywhere but here.

As the girls cried about their situation both Ashley and
I exchanged glances as we evaluated Matt's take on the
girls. We hadn't discussed it yet, but it seemed that
Matt's realities were now exceeding his fantasies by just
a lot. I was wondering when he'd broach the subject of
the near future with all of us when he interrupted the
crying and contemplation.

"Well, you girls know that Ashley and Christie are
pregnant with my babies and that the three of us are
lovers. I've decided that it's time for me to step up to
the plate and do the right thing for a change."

He took Ashley by the hand and helped her up and then
took me to my feet as well. Then he took two jewelry
boxes out of his jacket and opened them. Then he knelt in
front of us.

"Christie, Ashley, the mothers of my children, I ask you
to accept these humble tokens of my love for you both and
I also ask that you accept me as your husband, here and
now and forever."

Ashley and I were shocked and pleased all at the same
time. The jewelry boxes held identical wedding sets each
with a large solitaire diamond and a matching gold band.
Silently, Matt could see us speechlessly agree to his
proposal and he slipped the rings onto our fingers. I
never did ask him how he got our ring sizes so perfect.
We were married.

The four girls watched our little ceremony and never
blinked an eye. To them polygamy was just another aspect
of marriage and each of the girls had either a
grandparent or a great-grandparent who was a product of a
polygamous family so there was really nothing unusual in
all of this.

Our 'wedding' night was different in that Matt came to my
bed and made love to me and then held me till I fell
asleep and then he went to see Ashley and consummated
their union before the sun rose the next day.

When I managed to get out of bed the next morning I heard
the girls out on the veranda laughing and playing in the
snow, their worries of the night before forgotten for
now. The snow in the town site was pretty deep as an old
chimney I was familiar with was almost completely lost in
the powder. It was maybe fifteen feet deep down there
and, as Matt had said, was fairly dangerous.

The house itself is set up on a bit of a rise so the snow
tends to drift down and around it to the town site below.
I had the girls get out the brooms and shovels and the
veranda was soon clean of what snow had managed to find
it's way up there. Thus began a routine that followed for
a few weeks: sweeping snow from the veranda, listening to
the avalanches pile it on in different places, staying
warm in the midst of the frequent white-outs, and
watching the dance between Matt and the girls.

I call it a dance since I don't know what else to call
it. Flirting isn't exactly what you call it in our
situation. I guess it was Claire who crossed a line when
she was giving Melissa her bottle one night. The girls
doted on Melissa and I think my daughter was happy as a
clam to have six women jockeying to give her attention
and she ate it up. This one night I went upstairs when
everyone else was playing board games in the living room
to check on Melissa and I found Claire in her robe, the
front of it open a bit, and Melissa suckling at Claire.

Claire had Melissa's bottle and was squeezing it a bit to
drip onto her breast where Melissa was busy suckling
away. I thought about bursting into the room and being
properly indignant and then I allowed myself to see how
happy both of them were and I closed the door. Later that
night I confessed what I'd witnessed to Matt as we lay
together just cuddling (Matt had decided that he needed
to leave Ashley and I alone until after the babies came).
Matt just listened to me talk and then we went to sleep.

The Monday night before Thanksgiving Matt asked me to
come downstairs after everyone had gone to bed and when I
got down there he had Claire in one of the special rooms
that still had a lock on it, although the door was
opened.

"Christie, since Claire wants to be a mommy I've decided
to oblige her but I'm going to need a little help. She's
waiting for us to give her a special surprise right now
and I swear I won't do this without your help. Will you
help me?"

He was serious. I thought about Claire being seventeen
now and then I thought about my own experience with Matt
and I wondered if I wanted to do that to someone else.

"I'll help you, but it has to be her idea, she's got to
talk her way into it, okay?"

He smiled the smile of the Cheshire Cat. "Deal."

The two of us walked into the room and Matt closed the
door behind us. Then we sat down on the bed on either
side of Claire as she looked at us rather expectantly.
Claire had been getting ready to take a shower when Matt
had her come downstairs and I have to say that I was just
a little jealous as I looked at her cute little body
dressed in just a robe.

"So what's my surprise?"

I looked at her for a second and decided to go ahead and
change her heretofore insipid and meaningless life.

"Your surprise is that I saw you with my baby getting off
on trying to breastfeed her and I think you need to be
punished for that."

I put on my best 'upset-mom' look and glared at the girl
as her face went from anticipation of joy to anticipation
of doom. I remember being a sheltered teenager and I
would've been shattered if some of my trite little
secrets had gotten out, I could only imagine how Claire
felt with what to her must be a devastating revelation.

"Ohmigod! I'm so sorry... I... I didn't mean, I... uh..."
She opened up with a torrent of tears as Matt glanced at
me and gestured to some of the fixtures in the cell.

"Claire, you need to be punished and you need to atone
for this sin." Matt put on his best 'serious' voice for
this.

Funny how guilt and punishment and sin just gets to
Mormons and Catholics!

"I'll do anything! Please... just don't tell anyone!"

Like a magician, Matt produced a familiar ball gag and
turned the girl to face him.

"Claire, you'll need to let me put this on you so no one
hears you cry out when I spank you, okay?"

She nodded and meekly submitted as Matt slipped the gag
over her head and popped the ball into her mouth. He tied
the gag tight and the straps pulled at the sides of her
mouth, forcing her face into a sort of exaggerated smile.
Her tears told the story that it was not a smile on her
face.

Matt took her by the hand and stood her up. He was about
to take off her robe when I beat him to it and drew it
off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She
didn't complain when Matt manacled her wrists to the
shoulder-height bar on the wall and Claire took hold of
it.
"Give me your ankle."

Claire lifted her ankle and Matt pulled it up to a
footrest he'd cleverly set up on the wall.

"The other one."

She hesitated and tried to say something.

Matt slapped her ass, hard. "Now!"

Claire was now secured to the wall and she looked like a
swimmer does when they're about to launch themselves into
a race. Her hands held onto the bar and her feet were
spread about three feet apart on the footrests. It
actually looked pretty comfortable so long as Claire
didn't let go of the bar.

"You still want to watch?" He looked at me waiting for an
answer.

I thought about it for a moment and surprised myself.

"Yeah, I do."

"Cool," he grinned, "then sit down and watch the
mysteries of life unfold."

Claire clearly understood our exchange was definitely not
about punishment and she looked over her shoulder just in
time to see Matt undress himself. She shrieked when he
dropped his pants to reveal a rampant and hungry cock.

"Claire, since you want to play at being a mommy so bad
we've decided the best way to punish you for playing at
being a mommy is to let you find out what being a mommy
is all about."

Claire struggled to get free but found her ankles very
secure and when she let go of the bar the pain in her
wrists from the manacles biting into them cleared her
thoughts and she grabbed onto it again. Matt came up
behind her and ran his hands over her back, up and down
her spine, then down between the globes of her ass and
then back up again to her shoulders.

He leaned in close to her ear, "You've got a lovely ass,
Claire."

Transfixed, I watched as his hands explored her body,
caressing her legs, kneading her ass, and then wandering
up to her breasts. His fingers worked her nipples into
cute little erections.

"Our baby is going to be suckling at these in a few
months, Claire."

The girl started crying.

Matt turned around to face me and mouthed 'wonderful!' as
he knelt down and backed himself up against the wall.
When he stood up again I marveled at his mastery of
planning. Claire's position on the wall held her in place
exactly in the position Matt needed her in, all he had to
do was step forward a little. And he did. He wrapped his
arms around the girl and held her tight to his body with
a faint sigh.

Claire whimpered as he took her ass in his hands and
pulled her groin against his.

"Claire, you feel so wonderful! How is it that such a
sexy little thing like you hasn't been ridden all over
town by the boys? Ah, well, their loss is my gain."

He looked over her shoulder at me and gave a little
smile.

"Christie, why don't you pull up a chair to get a better
look? I don't want you to miss anything."

The unreality of his comment caught me off guard and I
just took it as a good suggestion. I pulled up a chair
and soon had a ringside seat, not even two feet away from
my face was Matt's cock, the top of which was rubbing on
Claire's pussy. Claire's wet pussy. I could smell her
scent and her excitement.

She knew she was about to be raped and even in the midst
of her fears her body was clearly getting ready. Matt
snaked his hand from her ass to her moistening pussy and
I was shocked to see a finger slip into the girl. She
jumped in reaction to the unwelcomed probing and futilely
wriggled to get away from it.

Clearly pleased at his exploration, Matt mumbled into her
ear, "Someone's been a good girl."

With that he eased up to her and began to saw his cock
slowly, back and forth, drawing Claire's wetness out of
her body. Matt was so very patient as he worked at the
girl. The head of his cock began to rage purple and it
became almost like a jewel as it glistened with Claire's
pussy juice. I got off the chair and sat on the floor to
get a better view of what was about to happen. In the
middle of watching it all I couldn't help but reach up
and caress Claire's back to comfort her a little.

"You have a good view, Christie?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Right as he said 'good' the tip of his cock parted
Claire's pussy lips and slipped inside, just a bit. The
girl tensed and then relaxed when he pulled out again. He
just worked at her like that for a while: his cock poking
in a little, her tensing, his pulling out, her relaxing.
I was getting wet myself and found my hand slipping
beneath my own robe.

I found my clit and imagined that it was me up on the
wall getting fucked. I kept my own pace with Matt and
when his cock finally plunged into Claire I came. I heard
her cry out as she accepted her first cock and I heard
Matt moan with pleasure as his cock was wrapped in tight,
warm, succulent girl-flesh. Fascinated, I reached out and
touched his cock to feel where the two of them became one
and just the feeling of his cock plowing into her
delicate pussy was enough to send another rush of
pleasure over my body.

The touch of my fingers encouraged Matt and he set to
fucking the girl in earnest. It was incredible to watch
his length miraculously disappear into the girl before
drawing forth almost to where the tip was visible again.
I so wished it was me up on that wall. Wet, sopping
sounds came from their mating as Claire's body responded
to her lover and a drop of their pleasure flew off of his
balls to land on my arm.

I reached up to touch them again as Matt began to slow
down his pace into a series of deep, probing thrusts.
Claire unwittingly helped him get deeper as the
discomfort made her arch her back. I knew from fucking
him myself that he was getting ready to blow his come up
into the pretty little dolt and I wrapped my hand around
his cock as he slowly plowed her. I loved the sensation
as his cock began to swell.

I heard him whisper, "Here comes your baby, Claire."

With that his cock began to furiously pump his come into
Claire. I was blown away as I held his cock tight into
the girl and I stroked him, milking more of his thick,
ropy come into her fresh, waiting womb. I scooted up some
more to get a better view and I came again as I felt come
ooze out of Claire and into my hand. I grabbed Matt's
cock tighter and was rewarded with it swelling up almost
instantly before it started spurting more sperm into the
girl.

At this point it was not even Matt and Claire to me, it
was just a cock spurting into a pussy and I was keeping
it going. I didn't realize that my pregnant belly was
exposed until I saw a gob of white come ooze out of
Claire and slip down Matt's balls and it just hung there
for a second before falling onto my belly. The same come
that had made me pregnant was now in the pussy above my
hand.

Claire's head hung on Matt's shoulder as I noticed her
hips were humping at him, just a little, but surely there
was a hint of lust there. I drew Matt's hand to her pussy
and he understood what he needed to do. Taking his
softening cock into his hand he used it to masturbate
Claire and she readily answered with a moan of pleasure
and her hips bucked just a little bit more than before.

From my vantage point on the floor I noticed Matt start
to swell up again after several minutes and when that
gorgeous cock of his was ready he plunged it right back
into Claire's heaving pussy! I was so envious of her as
she threw back her head and her first cock-induced orgasm
swept over her body. As her passion subsided she hung on
Matt limply while he continued to sate his lust in the
girl. Her head just rolled about her shoulders with each
of his renewed thrusts until he finally shot his second
load of come into her worn and tired body.

I stood up, with not a little bit of effort on my part,
and undid her ankles followed by her wrists and allowed
Matt to lay her on the bed of the cell. Gently, he undid
the gag and kissed her. The flush in her face betrayed
the fact that he'd revealed one of the wonders of the
universe to the girl and she just looked up at the
ceiling. Matt smiled as he looked at her and kissed her
lightly on the lips and then turned to me.

"One down and three to go!"


Chapter Five
************

I was so stinking horny when I went to bed that night I
couldn't sleep. I lay there in bed running my hands over
my swelling belly and couldn't help but be a little
jealous of Claire for having Matt's attentions. It wasn't
that long ago I hated him for raping his baby into me and
now here I was, jealous of him for raping someone else.
When I'd finally went to bed, Matt had stayed in the
basement room with Claire and told me to go on and get
some sleep.

I decided to get up and go check on Claire downstairs to
see how she was doing, and to see if I could have a
little quality time with Matt's cock. I put on my robe
and slippers and when I went out my door I found Beth in
the hallway.

"Where's Claire? She's not in her bed."

The girl looked at me sort of quizzically, knowing and
afraid to know the answer to her own question.

"Beth, she's been downstairs with Matt all night and I
was just going to check on her..." I pondered this for a
moment and then decided 'what-the-hell'. "...and maybe
you could come with me?"

Beth followed me through the house and downstairs to the
basement where I told her to be quiet. Matt had let me in
on a little secret of his so I turned and caught Beth by
the arm.

"Little girl, you're gonna do a little growing up in the
next few minutes and I expect you to be silent or I'll
slap you so damn silly you won't see straight. You got
it?"

My sudden change caught Beth off guard.

"Uh...yeah, no problem."

Next to the bedroom door was another door that I opened
and ushered Beth inside, reminding her to be quiet. There
were some comfy chairs arranged as if to view a curtained
wall and I told Beth to sit in one of them. Then I
clicked on the sound system and Beth gave me a wide-eyed
stare as we both heard Claire's whimperings coming to us
through the speakers.

"What's wrong with Claire?"

I damn near hit Beth and she could see I was pissed at
her for making noise.

"Beth, shut up!" It was my harshest whisper. It was also
unnecessary once I pulled back the curtain. Matt had
built the basement bedroom, playroom, cell... whatever
you want to call it, with a one-way mirror on one side
with this gallery where he could watch his latest toy in
privacy.

Now Beth was speechless at the sight and sound of Claire
on the bed on her hands and knees with Matt's cock wetly
plowing into her from behind. Beth had no clue about the
events leading up to this moment and I knew she could
only assume that Claire was a willing participant. And
right now, Beth was stone silent as she watched her
childhood friend surrender her pussy to Matt's ample
cock.

I found it hard to pull myself away from the sight of the
mating going on only six feet away, but I finally did
manage to turn around to sit with Beth. I sat down and
looked at the girl and just saw an innocent who was
having a million questions answered just by seeing what
was happening on the other side of the mirror. I guess I
expected Beth to be upset and it was a little surprising
when she finally whispered to me.

"Claire's enjoying this, isn't she?"

"I'd say that's pretty obvious. Besides, I know that
Matt's really good at this." I patted my belly as I said
it and Beth gave a little chuckle.

Then another light went on in Beth's little head.

"You mean he's trying to give her a baby?"

How innocent. How sweet she was.

"Beth, sweetie, that's what fucking is for is for babies.
People who fuck and try not to have a child are missing
out on Our Heavenly Father's plan for us and then they
miss out on all the pleasures of two people being
together like He planned. Look at them in there having
each other and imagine if they had to stop in the middle
of that and get on a condom and then try to feel the way
they did before they stopped? It just isn't natural that
way."

I kind of said all that on faith, wondering if the Mormon
stuff would hit home with Beth. I'd dated a Mormon kid
years back and picked up some of the words from him so
now I gave it a run at Beth. It wasn't a wasted effort.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Glassy eyed Beth turned her stare back to Matt and
Claire's mating and watched intently for a few moments.

"So is Claire going to stay with you guys now?"

This was moving along really fast. I didn't expect Beth
to be so receptive to all of this and here she was
accepting it all and going right to the heart of the
matter. I figured I'd go a step ahead of Beth and see
where it went.

"I'd say Claire is gonna want to stay with us especially
after she gets pregnant. Beth, let me ask you, have you
ever thought about being in a marriage like ours?"

Her little doe eyes were cute.

"Of course I have. We always talked about the old ways at
seminary and how the gentiles forced the Church to change
its' ways so we could have statehood in Utah. And then we
talked about the people who still cling to the old ways
and I've wondered about how it must be to be one wife in
a group like that."

She stopped talking to watch Matt pull Claire up to his
chest. He held her tight with one arm around her waist
while caressing her breasts with the other. Claire's back
visibly arched to allow Matt's cock deep into her warmth.

Erotically, Claire turned her head to kiss Matt and he
made an extra effort with his hips to plunge deeply into
the girl. Their kiss ended all too soon and then Claire
pulled herself from Matt and lay back on the bed,
spreading her legs to invite him. He lay down on her and
slipped his cock back into her and then continued with a
gentle mating of the girl.

Beth's breath was almost ragged from watching the scene
of life in front of her innocent eyes. She was aroused
and I could see it in her.

"Uh... yeah... like I was saying, I wondered what it
would be like."

I took advantage of her innocent arousal and took another
step.

"Beth, have you ever had an orgasm?"

She looked at me with searching.

"No."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah... why?"

She must've known where I was going with this.

"Beth, I asked you if you trust me? Do you or don't you?"

She swallowed before answering. "Yeah, I do."

"Then I need you to stay quiet and trust me now and you
won't regret it, I promise. But just be quiet and trust
me, okay?"

She had that same look everyone has the first time they
jump out of an airplane.

"Okay."

I stood up from my chair and took her hand and had her
stand up, too.

"Okay, Beth, you just stand here and watch Matt and
Claire and think about that being you on that bed in
there instead of Claire."

I got behind Beth and held her close, much the same way
Matt had held Claire a few minutes before. She tensed a
little.

"Relax, sweetie, this'll be wonderful for you... just
trust me." I whispered this into her ear and felt the
warmth of my own breath in her hair.

Beth stood still, trusting me, as I undid the tie on her
robe and let it fall open. I could feel her heart begin
to beat hard as I gently palmed her belly through the
nightshirt. I don't know what got into my head, but
something made me kiss the nape of her neck and I felt
her shudder with a chill.

"Yessss, that's right."

I wasn't sure if it was Claire or myself who said that.
I'm still not sure who said it.

I eased up Beth's nightshirt and felt her warm, taut
belly and dared myself to touch her firm little breasts.
She didn't budge an inch when I found her pert nipples
and fingered them gently. We both watched as Matt pulled
back from Claire and then sunk deep into the girl as she
mewled her pleasure. My hand slipped into Beth's panties
and found her little slit wettened and waiting for it's
first attentions. Beth took my wrist and held it tightly
as I slipped a finger into her folds.

"Shhh, trust me Beth. Trust me and I'll show you Heaven."

Her grip on my wrist relaxed and became a gentle grasp.
Her lithe little body shuddered again as my finger found
her pleasure hidden beneath a little hood. She let her
head fall back on my shoulder as one of the mysteries of
life was revealed to her delicate senses.

Claire and Beth whimpered sighs of joy at the same time
and I only wished Matt could know what was happening just
steps away from his mating with Claire.

Beth had waited all her life for sexual pleasure and I
was surprised at how readily her body responded to me.
Her breath started to become very deep and each
exhalation seemed to be a release of sorts to the girl...
as if her constrained Mormon life had finally been cast
away.

Matt's time of being patient and gentle was clearly over
as his tempo of fucking young Claire increased. The wet,
slapping sounds of Matt and Claire came through the
speakers to mix with the sounds of young Beth feeling the
waves of pleasure beginning to build in her body. I
fingered Beth's little clit a little harder and a little
faster as the sexual excitement around me became
electric. My own arousal built up as I fingered Beth...
almost as if I was fucking her myself...and that gave me
an idea.

Beth slipped over the edge of pleasure when I turned the
direction of my finger and plunged into her sopping wet
pussy right up to the knuckle and damn near lifted her up
by her pussy.

Matt and Claire became a chorus to Beth's first release
with their own mutual orgasm and I gave up my own cry to
the night as the thought of Matt's sperm spraying into
Claire sent me into my own, sweet, sweet release.

I sat back in the chair and let Beth sit into my lap, her
head falling to my shoulder again as she caught her
breath. I looked through the mirror and saw the wonderful
scene of Matt and Claire in a warm embrace, their naked
bodies entwined on the rumpled sheets. Claire's legs were
widely spread with Matt's wasted form still between them.
I imagined his throbbing cock must still be in her pussy,
pulsing its' remaining cream into the lucky girl.

The show ended after a while when Matt spoke to the
night:

"I hope you girls enjoyed the show we put on for you.
Next time you might want to make sure the speakers in
here are shut off. Now go to bed."

He rolled off of Claire and flicked the light on the
nightstand sending both rooms into darkness. I took Beth
by the hand and led her upstairs to go back to bed
finally. I was just about to send her to her room when
she spoke up.

"I'd like to sleep with you if that's okay."

I was too exhausted for anything else this evening so I
knew it would just be sleep. So I took Beth by the hand
and closed my bedroom door behind us. I'd think about the
changes in our worlds tomorrow.


Chapter Six
***********

The strange turn of events that evening took me through
Thanksgiving in a sort of haze of unreality. Claire and
Matt were clearly paired up and the two of them did
nothing to hide their new relationship from Karen and
Rebekah. I really shouldn't complain too much since Beth
and I did little to conceal our odd little relationship.

I'd never had any sexual feelings toward a woman before
and it was unsettling to me how comfortable I was
sleeping with a naked Beth cuddled up against my pregnant
belly. Our mutual orgasms were the best I'd had, I guess
it's something to do with one woman understanding another
woman's nuances and needs, or maybe the truth was that I
just enjoyed her company and she was a young girl on the
frontier of her budding sexuality and I was just her
guide. Whatever.

December 1st was the day was the day when Rebekah and
Karen decided to ask me what was up with me and Beth and
I floored them by saying, bluntly:

"We're lovers. Any other questions?"

There weren't. The two of them wandered back upstairs and
left me alone to get dinner going for the night. After a
while, Ashley and Beth came out to help me get the rest
of the dinner together and to set the table and we
enjoyed a nice chat about the weather and the ins-and-
outs of a nice pork roast.

The dinner was shortly set out on the big table and Beth
went upstairs to get Karen and Rebekah, I went to get my
little Melissa, and Ashley went downstairs to fetch
Claire and Matt. I'd say it was maybe five more minutes
before we were all assembled in our respective places and
then Matt said the grace and we all dug in.

Now our dinner times are usually filled with chat and
talk of the spring melt when the girls would be leaving,
but tonight it was a little different and the strain was
clearly evident. I was impressed with Matt when he took
on his role as the man of the house and spoke.

"Karen, Rebekah, it seems you two have been left out of
what's going on here and it's upsetting you. Well, you
already know that Ashley and Christie are my wives and
it's only fair to you that you know that I've also taken
Claire as my wife."

He looked down the table at them and gave them a moment
to deal with what he'd just told them. Claire stared into
her plate with a bit of shame now that she knew the other
girls knew she wasn't a little innocent anymore.

"Beth," Matt continued, "will likely be staying on as
well when the time comes and I imagine that she, too,
will also become my wife."

Beth held my hand under the table and elected to stare at
her food just like Claire had done.

"So now the question comes to you two, Karen and Rebekah.
I guess we need to get this said and done so we can all
go on with our lives here and get this wondering bullshit
out of the way."

He took a sip of his coffee and sat the cup down on the
saucer with a noticeable deliberation.

"I suppose you need to know a few things about my
situation and the full story with Ashley and Christie,
but let's start at the beginning. I am rich. I'm no
billionaire, but I do have a sizable amount of money and
investments and due to that fact I am able to live the
life of my choosing and not worry too much about the
consequences that normal people have to deal with. For
starters, I've been a very lonely man since the women I
know are all so aware of my wealth that they know very
little about me. I dated a woman a few years ago who
never knew what color my eyes were, yet she knew the bank
I did business with."

The coffee attracted his attention again.

"So I decided on day to put on the airs of a basic
working guy and see where that would get me and would you
believe that I discovered that I'm not the most handsome
guy in the world? And the women I'd meet, if they didn't
want money, they wanted looks. So I found myself getting
angry and I decided that if I couldn't have women love me
for who I am then they'd hate me. I studied up on a
number of various subjects and even trained with some
security specialists who thought they were teaching me
self-defense when, if fact, they were helping me to
become a criminal.

"I studied up on the forensic aspects of sexual assault
and learned how it was possible to indulge my fantasies
of raping a women and not leaving even a scintilla of
evidence if I didn't want to. That got me into thinking
about what it was I really wanted in all of this and that
was to have a family. Yeah, twisted as I am, I want love
like everyone else. So I made the conscious decision to
seek out victims who were not on the pill and were
attractive to me."

He took another sip of the coffee and looked at me, as if
for permission, so I nodded my assent.

"And Christie was my first victim."

Karen and Rebekah stared at me in total disbelief and all
I could do was smile back at them before Matt went on.

"And when I checked on her a few months later I found
that she was having my baby and I had to go back and see
her again. It took a lot of time for me to plan my second
visit and when that day came along, guess who was over at
Christie's place? That's right, Ashley. So I got to meet
my lovely daughter Melissa and then I left my gift with
both Ashley and Christie in hopes that I'd have three
children at the end of it. It was a big surprise to me
when Ashley and Christie asked to come with me and to be
with me and we eventually changed our relationship from
master and slaves to husband and wives.

"So now Claire has joined with us and I'm hoping that
Beth will stay, too. I'd like to ask you two to stay on
when the weather breaks and I'd like to offer this to you
in consideration: if you go home you'll marry some Mormon
guy, struggle to pay bills, struggle to raise his kids,
and live the same life your mother led. Think about that
one, do you want to live your mother's life?"

He let that comment soak in and the effect on Rebekah and
Karen was quite visible. Being a Mormon wife was not
always a ton of fun. Granted it could have it's benefits,
but when it came right down to it, a woman is always
second-class in the male-dominated Mormon society. Matt
had hit the soft-point with the two girls. Here they were
working hard at their college studies fully knowing that
they'd never ever be more than just a wife to some guy,
regardless of how well they did.

"I have the resources to make your lives wondrous in
comparison to what you'll go back to and all I ask is
that you be mine and ours", he waved his hands around the
table, " and here, in Basington, you can do what you
want. Study. Paint. Cook. Indulge. Whatever you want,
I'll provide for you. I promise you'll want for nothing
and I promise that our children will have golden
opportunities laid out for them in the future."

He took a breath and came down from his reverie.

"You have a lot of time ahead of you to think about this
so tonight I'm just asking you to think about it and, of
course, to finish your dinner."

The rest of dinner was silent save for the usual
courtesies of picking up the dishes and clearing the
table. It took a while for Beth and I to set things away
and when we were done we went out to the living room
where Claire, Ashley, and Matt were playing with Melissa
by the fireplace.

"Where's Rebekah and Karen?" I asked.

Matt looked up and gestured at the stairs and went back
to playing with Melissa. Ashley and Claire had their own
conversation going so I went to turn around and was a
little startled to find Beth at my heels like a little
puppy-dog.

"Sheesh, Beth! You scared me half-to-death!"

"Sorry, I was just...you know."

I didn't know, but that was okay.

"Beth, hon, why don't you go sit with the others for a
while, okay? I'll be back soon, I promise."

She settled in with the others and was quickly smiling
and enjoying herself and I turned to go up the stairs. I
guess I had to know what was up with the other two girls
and I eased up to their door to listen and heard their
conversation go back and forth in snippets.

"...fucking kidding! We can't stay here! What'll our
folks...?"

"...shhh, not so loud! We might be able to get the van
when the snow..."

"...He is NOT going to have me..."

"...babies does he think he's going to have?"

It quickly became obvious that Matt had not won over
their hearts and souls with his little speech so I went
back downstairs and passed the night away before we all
broke it up around midnight to go to bed. Ashley wanted
to have Melissa for the night in her room, Beth joined
me, and Claire went off with Matt.

The next week or so was a little strained in the house
with a bit of a division with Claire, Ashley, Matt, and
myself on one side, Karen and Rebekah on the other, and
Beth somewhere in between. Claire's time with Matt had to
come to an end when her period started up and that was
nothing but good news for Ashley as she got some long
overdue attention from the man of the house and spent
much of the week with a silly glow on her face.

The following week was my turn with Matt and I enjoyed
the comfort of his masculine body next to mine for a few
nights. On our last night he asked me if I thought Beth
could handle 'being brought into the family' and I told
him that it might take some more time before she was
ready for that.

I caught myself not at all being honest with him about
Beth. I really had no idea what she wanted, but I did
know that I liked having her company in bed and I also
liked having Matt's company in bed and I didn't want to
share either of them. I sort of thought of Beth as being
mine, I guess.

Sunday night came along and at dinner time Matt said he'd
need to get some rest and just needed to sleep alone so
Beth and I exchanged looks and I could see she was happy
to get back to our 'thing'. We later showered together
and had a bit of girl-time fussing about our nails and
perfume and creams and when it came time for bed it was
unspoken but understood we'd be naked. We were soon in an
embrace and kissing each other as our hands sought out
each other's pleasure, but Beth caught my hand and
whispered,

"Let me do this just for you."

I surrendered to her wishes and she pushed back the
sheets and gently spread my legs before sitting herself
between them. Over her shoulder I saw the door crack open
just a bit as a pair of prying eyes were watching. 'What
the heck?' I thought, 'Let 'em watch'.

I guess I didn't expect the show to be such a great
performance! Beth was busy fingering me the way I liked
when she suddenly backed up on the bed and came down on
all fours. I looked at her eyes as she searched my face
for something and then she breathed a wispy air on my
pussy and goosebumps broke in waves across my body at the
delicious sensation.

Beth leaned into me with her ass in the air and kissed my
hungry pussy. I can't even describe the magic of feeling
that first kiss on my pussy! I lost myself in the wonder
of arousal and caressed her soft hair as her head made
delicate little motions above my loins, eliciting
pleasures unknown from my eager body. I lost all track of
time as Beth worked her magic on me until, finally, the
crescendo of my pleasure shattered me right to my soul!

It was so wonderful! Beth sat back and looked at me with
a look of satisfaction for making me feel
so...incredible. We stared at each other for a bit and I
noticed the little drop of sweat trickle down from her
neck between the pert peaks of her chest.

I'd never really noticed her breasts before, but there
they were and I studied them now as they lightly heaved
with each breath she took. The buds of her nipples were
so tiny compared to my own and I figured that maybe it
had something to do with having the baby. Her skin was so
perfect, so flawless that I was a little self conscious
of the stretch marks and the swelling of my belly, but I
could clearly see that Beth didn't care.

I wanted more, but I felt I owed Beth the same thing she
had done for me. Without a word I maneuvered myself to
where I was on my back with my head at the end of the bed
and I gestured for Beth to get on top of me. She was
confused for a moment, but then the recognition of what I
wanted clicked in and she swung a leg over me and then
leaned in to kiss me and suck me again.

I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled myself up
to where I could finally return her favor to me. I was
amazed at the musky scent of her body and then the salty
taste of the wetness around her pussy and I was soon hard
at work matching the efforts she was giving to me. The
feeling of giving and receiving such intense pleasure was
pleasurable in itself and my head swirled with the joy of
the moment.

As my peak came I struggled to fight the urge to clench
Beth's loving head with my thighs and I focused on her
pleasure until we both succumbed to Eros' pleasures. I
closed my eyes to enjoy the afterglow and to feel Beth's
soft, warm body against mine. Tremors swept through both
of us and I imagined that even my baby, deep inside me,
must be feeling the sense of pleasure in me.

In the midst of our tryst I'd forgotten about the person
at the door and when I opened my eyes I could see Matt
smiling down at me and he mouthed the word, 'Now'. I
understood him clearly and I welcomed what he wanted now,
if only out of my selfish desire to never let Beth leave
me. He quietly stepped back from the bed as I motioned
Beth to sit up. She started to turn around.

"No, sweetie, stay right there at the end of the bed. I
think I'd like a little more of your magic touch, okay?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

I arranged my pillows so I could sit up a little and then
I spread my legs wide and invited Beth to take up her
position again. She went down on her elbows and knees
with her cute ass upturned into the air right at the end
of the big, comfy bed. Matt slipped up behind her and as
he came into the light I could see his eager cock
twitching with lust for my Beth's perfect body. I was
sort of jealous and envious that her first time would be
right after so much pleasure, but I also felt honored to
be there with her as she felt a man in her body for the
very first time.

Matt took her by the hips and she turned to look at him
with a bit of a shock. Then she turned back to me with a
knowing look, her eyes telling me that she knew her
little-girl world was about to change.

"Shhhh, it'll be fine Beth. I love you and Matt loves
you, too."

Her eyes went wide as Matt's fattened cock slipped
between her pussy lips and he stroked her, little by
little, each stroke of his manhood changing her by the
measure from a girl to a woman.

She looked at me with a tear flowing down her cheek and I
reached out and wiped it from her face with my finger.

"You'll be fine, I promise."

She grimaced with the pain of Matt's cock slipping into
her depths for the first time and I found myself aroused
by seeing her arch her back to accept Matt into her body
just as nature designed. Nature won out over pain and
years of prudish upbringing and my innocent Beth began to
fuck back on the cock that was invading her pussy. Her
arms wrapped around my nakedness and she lay her head on
my belly while Matt pursued a gentle tempo of fucking her
beautiful body. I was touched when she kissed my belly
and looked at me. Her face was so erotic: Her searching
eyes staring at me, her pouting mouth open with awe and
breathless anticipation, her gentle moans as the cock
plowing her body struck deep.

She turned her head to look at Matt and saw a male in his
full glory, impaling a willing female on his cock,
preparing to sow his seed deep into her body, claiming
the female as his own. I looked up at Matt and saw the
unspeakable joy in his face as his cock continued driving
into a pussy that had never felt a man in it before.

Beth looked back at me with knowing in her eyes then,
casting a look at my belly a realization swept over her
and she turned to Matt.

"You're not going to put a baby in me, are you?"

Matt chuckled a little, never breaking his tempo, "No,
not necessarily."

He stroked her body silently for a minute or so before he
spoke again.

"Well," he fucked deep into her, making her grunt with
the effort, "I just might try!"

Beth knew there was no stopping what had started and the
tears flowed freely. I felt a little sad for her, but I
also knew that she'd soon come to love the feeling of
Matt's loving cock plowing into her, filling her.

Matt took her hips firmly and began a slow and steady
fucking, deliberating fucking Beth deeply to make her
grunt from the invasion. His head went back and I knew
he'd soon be shooting his come deep into my Beth...
making her his... making her mine.

I took her hands to hold them as the final moments of her
first mating began and she looked up at me again, her
joyful face stained with tears and her body paradoxically
trying to stop Matt from his needs all the while her back
still arched to get him in deeper and her body moved back
to meet his thrusts.

Part of her wanted him to stop and her nature demanded
that she continue. Her confusion was painful for me and I
had to make myself think of the fact that she'd now be
with me all the time, I wouldn't have to worry about her
leaving come the spring thaw.

Matt bit down on his lower lip and I knew he was there.
He grasped Beth about her hips and held her firmly as he
drove his cock into her as deep as he possibly could.
With her mouth closed she gave a sharp moan from the pain
deep inside her body and then her eyes went wide open to
look at me as if she'd been hit by a truck.

I knew right then that she was feeling Matt's cock
shooting it's load of come deep into her sensitive body
and she was thinking about that sperm swimming up her
tight cervix searching for an egg. Millions of his
swimmers were now free inside her body, millions of them,
all trying to make Beth pregnant. She knew, too, if he
didn't fill her with his baby this time, he'd do it next
time, or maybe the time after that. It was just an
eventuality now and she knew it.

What was amazing was Matt's need for my little Beth. He'd
no sooner stopped shooting his come into her then he
began furiously fucking her again. He pulled out of her
sopping wet, come-filled pussy, turned her over on her
back and right as she shrieked, "No!" he slammed into her
and fucked the crying girl like some strange, possessed
fucking machine. The bed rocked with their fanatic mating
and I was starting to think I needed to stop this when
Matt reared back with an, "Unngghhhhh!!!!" as his cock
unloaded a second round of potent come into poor Beth.

He stood there enjoying the ferocity of his orgasm and I
saw the glint of satisfaction he had from dominating and
inseminating the girl. He was pure man and I found myself
loving him for it.

His cock finally slipped from the quietly sobbing girl
and I gathered her up under the covers as he left the
room and silently closed the door behind him. Beth clung
to me with her face nuzzled against one of my breasts and
fell asleep, exhausted from her exertions. One of her
legs was draped over mine and as I ruminated the events
of the evening I became acutely aware of the come leaking
out of Beth and wetly onto my leg. I guess I lay there
for an hour or so before I finally drifted off myself,
but not before thinking about the evening's events with a
wicked smile.


Chapter Seven
*************

Christmas came and went with a renewed air of civility in
our house. Beth had been a bit shaken by Matt's
attentions that one night and the result had been some
militant attitudes towards Matt by Karen and Rebekah, but
when they found that Matt shared their concerns for Beth
their militancy softened somewhat.

The dinner on Christmas Eve had been a great time with
everyone pitching in to help make the night memorable.
Karen and Rebekah worked on the dessert, Beth set a grand
table with a set of China she'd found in the attic,
Claire plucked and cleaned the goose Matt had shot when
he was out hunting the day before, and Ashley and I put
ourselves to the task of a feast fit for a king.

The question of having wine with dinner raised a few
chuckles when Ashley and I demurred for what were
becoming obvious reasons. Claire elected not to imbibe as
well and there were a few glances around the table as we
all wondered if this meant anything.

The conversation was genial and light and the several
weeks of friction just seemed to disappear with the steam
from the goose on the table. The dessert was finally
served and while Rebekah and Karen complained of being
'stuffed' the rest of us had no problem putting it away
after a long day of kitchen work. And then we all managed
to get to our feet and clear off the table, migrating the
mess into the kitchen. The chatter, fueled with a bit of
wine, made Matt feel a little lost, as if he was a
rooster in a hen house and I got a little laugh at his
expense wondering if he really wanted to have six women
in his life after all.

Cleaning up the dishes and all of the pots and pans took
about half-an-hour with fourteen hands all working
together and we soon headed out to the living room once
the last dish was in its place. The living room was the
very picture of a grand lodge with the fire roaring, the
Christmas tree decked out with ornaments and tinsel, and
the overstuffed chairs and couches cleverly arrayed about
the room to encourage several conversations at once.

Ashley took Melissa and sat by the tree with Beth for a
nice time while Rebekah, Claire, and Karen cuddled
together on a couch like the friends that they are to
chat the way close girlfriends do. I was pleased to have
Matt slide in next to me on another couch where he
wrapped his arms around me and we held court on the
success of the evening.

Matt was going on about the gravy when I recall that I
looked around the room at all the happy faces and
realized how truly happy I was. The warm glow of the fire
and the delicate colors of the Christmas lights were
reflected ever so gently on the smiling face of each
person. I found myself crying a few tears of joy as it
occurred to me that I'd never been happier in all of my
life.

I had everything I never knew I wanted until that very
moment, my sister with my baby girl and herself with
child, a loving man with his arms wrapped securely around
myself and our second baby in my warm belly, and four
women who were fast becoming the best friends I'd ever
had. No worries about jobs, careers, schools, parents, or
bills. Just an easy life of sharing love with one
another.

"Here now, what's this?" Matt whispered, deftly lifting a
tear from my cheek with his fingertip.

"Matt," I snuffled, "I've never been happier in all of my
life. Never."

He pulled me close to let me rest my head on his shoulder
and then he draped his arm around me to caress my belly
while I drifted off to sleep.

Much later, with the fire reduced to glowing embers, he
woke me and took me upstairs to his room. As he was
helping me up the stairs I noticed that everyone else had
already gone off to bed themselves, politely leaving me
undisturbed with Matt.

I'd figured we'd just cuddle up and go to sleep but I
could see that Matt was wanting me. His look wasn't one
of lust, but of love and we shared a gentle kiss as he
undressed me and tucked me into the covers. Then he
flicked off the light and I heard his clothes slip to the
floor. Slipping into bed he cuddled up to me, guiding me
to roll over to my side, facing away from him. He pulled
close to me and I felt his need in the strength of his
arms.

There was something different with Matt this evening, his
usual lust always telegraphed an urgency to me and he'd
get right into the main act right off, tonight he was
unusually patient and gentle, almost as if he could
handle not having me. It was like he read my mind when he
whispered in my ear.

"We don't have to if you don't want to, I'm happy just
being with you and our baby." He cuddled me even tighter
against him.

Honestly, being six months along I wasn't really in the
mood to have sex, but his gentleness and his patience
made me want him. I slowly arched my back and felt his
warm cock slip up between my thighs and he gave a little
bit of a moan in response.

I was a little dry at first, but he just gently massaged
his eager cock between my pussy lips until my body began
to respond to him and I gradually felt his cock slide
into me. He was magnificently gentle as he genuinely made
love to me, his short thrusts allowed him a little deeper
into me with each gentle effort. It seemed an eternity
before I finally felt the head of his cock kiss the bud
of my cervix, and then he simply held still inside of me.
I went to move and he held me tightly.

"Shhh, I just want to be in you, be with you...shhhhh."
He whispered it in my ear like a wish or a need, not like
the commands he'd usually give to me in bed. My heart
glowed with a newfound love for this man; I'd loved him
as the father of my babies and now I just loved him for
who was to me right this moment. He stroked my hair and
caressed my body all over and only once in while did I
feel him move inside of me.

I realized that he wasn't making love to me for his
needs, he was just making love to me to make me feel
loved. I'd always felt like a hopeless romantic, but now
I'd found the kind of love that most women can only dream
of and the calm assurance of that feeling allowed me to
slip into a peaceful sleep. Before I nodded off I
wondered at the miracle of how intimate the moment was
with my man filling my body and my body filled with his
child.

Matt later told me that he'd made love to me all night
long as he found the act of trust I'd made by falling
asleep in his arms to be the most erotic thing that had
ever happened to him. I don't know if I came during the
night, but I do know I awoke the next morning with his
loving cock still deep inside of me and his sleeping
breath warm on my neck and I felt more bliss than any
orgasm had ever given me.

The morning sun rose through the window and Matt finally
awoke and slipped from me as I lay quietly in the covers.
I heard him rise and gather his clothes and he let
himself out, trying not to disturb me. It was a wonderful
reverie I had, looking off at the snow-capped peaks of
the Rockies, the crisp blue sky, and the lingering warmth
of Matt's body next to me.

I really wondered if the morning could be any more
beautiful when Ashley quietly opened the door to bring me
my Melissa. Ashley had bathed and fed her and then
decided to see if I'd take her for a while and I gladly
agreed. When Ashley left the room I sat up in the bed and
took Melissa into my arms and cuddle her into a cute bout
of cooing and giggles.

I slipped Melissa's little jumper off and held her soft
body close to my breasts and was rewarded when she went
to suckle at me, even though it had been some time. To my
pleasant surprise my milk had come up and my morning was
completed by the motherly joy of feeding my baby girl.

With that moment I knew I was to be with Matt for the
rest of my life and that I'd gladly give him all the
children I could. I'd always thought of him as Matt and
as the father of my babies before, but thereafter I
always thought of him as my husband. I wondered why I
didn't feel the least bit jealous about sharing him and
when we all gathered together for New Year's I again
realized how much I loved Ashley and the other women and
it suddenly seemed perfectly natural to want to share
Matt with them.

It was sometime in early January, just after Matt's
thirty-second birthday, when Claire told me the old
Mormon term for women in a plural marriage: 'sister-
wives'. Especially in Ashley's case, this did indeed seem
the right thing to call them. I felt closer to these
women than just friends and even Ashley was closer to me
than she'd been before. 'Sister-wives' was a good term to
describe our unique relationship.

Well, it was true to a lesser extent with Beth, and
definitely true with Claire as she and Matt made it clear
that she had joined our family. The two of them would sit
together talking after dinner some nights while the rest
of played games or watched a movie and I was just certain
that she was making love to Matt when she could.

One night after everyone else had gone off to bed I'd
stayed up reading a book in the library and decided to go
get a nice warm cup of herbal tea to settle me down for
the night. I left the little reading light on in the
library and quietly made my way through the house heading
for the kitchen. All of the lights were off in the living
room except that the light from the fire was brighter
than it should be with everyone off to bed. Deciding to
check on the fire I padded around the furniture and found
myself looking at Matt and Claire. They were so beautiful
together.

The thick sheepskins we all sat on when we'd perch around
the fire were all in a big, soft pile and the flickering
light of the fire was warmly reflected on Matt and
Claire's naked skin. Claire was on her back and her legs
were spread with her knees up on either side of Matt's
gently thrusting body. My tea was forgotten as I quietly
eased myself into one of the big, comfy chairs to watch
their mutual intimacies unfold.

From the darkness where I sat I had a sort of diagonal
view of the lovers with their feet towards me and their
kissing lips to the fire place. Immediately I could see
that Claire was not at all complaining about Matt's
passion for her as her hands would pull at his rising ass
to draw him back into her body. Their kissing was intense
and passionate and I could only imagine how Claire
must've felt in the warmth of the fire, sandwiched
between the comfort of the plush sheepskins and the
loving man on top of her. The thought made me feel a
tingle of arousal in my own body.

Matt's hand busily kneaded one of Claire's generous
breasts and even in the dim firelight I could see the bud
of her nipple, erect with the pleasure of attention. She
lifted one of her feet to caress Matt's leg and he
responded with a deep thrust that made her moan out loud.
Her neck arched back away from their kiss and then he
brushed her hair aside and buried his face into her neck,
kissing her exposed flesh.

He thrust deeply into Claire's belly once again to bring
yet another, louder, moan from her lips. Matt's fervor
relaxed a bit and so did Claire at which point I realized
her moans were of discomfort, not pleasure. Still new to
the wonders of being with a man, I knew that Claire was
reeling from the painful, joyful sensation of Matts' cock
probing to her very depths.

Slowly, his ardor renewed without the deep thrusting and
his ass rose in a steady rhythm between Claire's knees.
His hands came up to her sides and then he lifted himself
off of her until he was in a push-up over her body.
Claire let her arms drape about her head and I saw a
satisfied smile on her face as she looked up at Matt in
the firelight.

His ass rose again and I found my hand drifting to my own
pussy as I realized the only touch they had at that
moment was where their bodies met as one. Claire's feet
came down to the sheepskin and she scooted herself
towards Matt a bit and then spread her legs out wide to
invite his cock into her, an invitation he repeatedly
accepted.

Once again, her lips told the story of his cock plowing
too deeply into her and he went to back off a little. Her
hands came up to his hips and pulled him tightly to her
body, embedding the rutting cock firmly against her
cervix.

"Unnggghhh!!" she gasped, yet still drawing him tightly
to her. Despite the pain she clearly needed his cock deep
in her belly. His body began to show a sheen of sweat in
the light of the flames and I knew it couldn't be long
before he'd have to have his pleasure in her.

With a sudden move, Matt fell on top of Claire and rolled
her over until she was on top of him. Their mating
interrupted by the change of position, Claire lifted
herself to a sitting position on Matts loins and then
rose up.

The sight of his cock glistening with Claire's wetness
was no small shock to me. In all the times I'd been with
Matt I'd never seen the tool of his manhood quite like
this and now I was seeing it in all its turgid, rampant
glory. Wet, hard, and throbbing along its length I looked
at it and time stood still for me as I took in its every
detail. It was no wonder that he could inflict pain with
that tool of his, it wasn't terribly thick in relation to
its length, but it was easily eight inches long!

The thought of that wonderful cock penetrating deep into
my belly made me wet almost instantly. I was fascinated
as Claire then took it in her hand and held its tip to
her body and then settled herself, slowly, around it.
Inch by glorious inch it disappeared into her pussy until
the crack of her ass cleft down onto his balls. She had
that thing all the way inside of her! When she lifted up
again I was sure she'd get off of it, but then she came
down on it again, hard.

"Ohhh!" her little voice rang through the room as she
impaled herself on him. She sat there a moment and then
his hands came up her body, lingering on her breasts,
then moving up to her neck and drawing her down to his
chest. Their lips met in a beautiful, impassioned kiss
and then I witnessed the wonder of his ample cock as it
began to pump in and out of her pussy.

His need was great and I saw his pace increase, bit by
bit, until that tool of his was plowing Claire enough to
make a wet, slapping sound as their mating built to a
hot, lustful fury. She rose up on his thrusting cock, his
hands rising to her breasts and holding her up on him.

Moaning quietly and running her hands through her tousled
hair, her head rolled about her neck until she let it
fall back. With her face to the ceiling she let out a
thin wail of joy as her orgasm swept her heaving body. I
can only imagine what that had been like for Matt as he
grabbed her hips and plunged himself up, up, up into the
woman, impossibly deep into her body. I heard him sigh
and saw that lovely cock throb into Claire, the balls
jerking as they shot their loads of sperm into her
waiting womb.

Matt withdrew his meat from her and slammed it deep into
her again as he let loose another torrent of his come
into the inner chamber of her lovely young form.

Wasted from their passion, Claire fell on Matts chest and
lay there, her back rising and falling rapidly as she
sought to catch her breath and recover from the furious
mating she'd just been part of. I watched for a little
bit as the two lovers shared a few more intimate kisses
and his cock made a few more thrusts into Claire's sperm-
soaked pussy. Finally, she reached for her panties and
held them around his softening cock as she lifted from
him, clasping the cotton cloth to her dripping pussy as
the limp cock fell free from its grasp.

With no small effort she rose to her feet and gathered
her things to make her way upstairs. I watched her walk
and realized how sore she must be from the way she almost
limped up the steps. My gaze returned to Matt where he
lay on the sheepskins gathering his strength to get up.
Some minutes went by as he lay there with his limp cock
drooling sperm onto his belly and finally he pulled on
his boxers and padded up the stairs. Shortly, I heard his
shower start up. Shaking myself from my reverie I went
off to get that cup of tea.

It was no small effort for me to get back to reading Tom
Clancy's latest tome about the adventures of Jack Ryan.
No matter how I tried, though, Clancy just couldn't get
my focus back from my thoughts of the evening. The clock
was just coming up on one in the morning when I sipped my
last of the tea and closed the book for the night.


Chapter Eight
*************

March had finally come and gone and April was upon us.
The weather was letting up in the low country but we were
still getting more snow up at Basington and Matt said we
could now expect the road to be deep in snow until at
least the middle of May. So we all more or less continued
with life and waited to see what would happen with our
little group when the spring thaw opened up a way out for
all of us. What would happen then?

It was no small matter of discussion among all of us.
Matt couldn't hide the fact that he was worried about his
potential legal problems should one of the girls go to
the authorities about his 'hobby' and he was mostly
worried about what Karen and Rebekah had planned. Ashley
and I were just about ready to pop and the thought of
having Matt going off to jail just as we were having our
babies was pretty scary. Beth had started to show just a
little and Claire missed her period at the end of March
and we were all fairly certain that she'd be needing our
maternity clothes soon enough.

Matt was off hunting one day when Ashley, Beth, Claire,
and myself had an impromptu meeting in the kitchen about
our possible future circumstances should Karen and
Rebekah turn Matt into the police. We all knew the two
holdout girls quite well after a winter together and we
knew they'd never be able to just leave things alone if
they went back to the world. Ashley and I had the most to
lose and it was strange that Claire was the one who
broached the idea of killing them. I was really shocked
that quiet little Claire would think of such a thing! She
rationalized the whole thing by saying that we had five
children to think about.

"Hitler had his reasons for killing the Jews.", said our
only male voice.

We were ashamed to find Matt had been in the mud room off
the kitchen listening to our conspiracy unfold.

"I'd rather just go to jail then kill them. It's not like
I'm all Mister Goody-Goody or anything, but murder just
isn't anything I'll tolerate. I hope I'm clear on that?
Other than that, well, that's up to you."

We all four nodded in agreement as Matt headed upstairs
to take a hot shower. He was funny; he didn't want us
conspiring to murder anyone, but he didn't want to stop
us from conspiring all together! We were just getting
into one of Beth's elaborate ideas when...

"Aaahnnngh!"

Did I say that?

"Ah... ngh! ...shit!"

I looked down at my feet as my water broke and splashed
onto the tiled floor and recognized the familiar pain of
contractions. The three girls helped me to the bathroom
shower when I told them I wanted a warm shower to relax
me for what was to come anytime now. Ashley, herself
expecting at any moment, became flushed from the exertion
and stress of getting me to the bathroom and she had
helped me into the shower when we all had another
surprise.

Ashley looked at me with surprise, shock, and joy as we
all heard her own water break and splash out into the
shower pan. I looked down and saw the mixture of blood,
fluid, and mucus swirling around the drain and then I
hugged my little sister.

"I guess we'll both be Aunties now!"

I was really surprised by Ashley and how easy she'd made
it look. The four of us had stripped down naked and were
crowded into the shower comforting each other and being
comforted by the others. It was kind of funny when Ashley
and I found ourselves comforting Claire and Beth when
they were crying for us! What really set off the day was
when, after just an hour of labor, Ashley grabbed hold of
one of the rails in the shower and squatted down with a
contraction.

"Claire," who was right behind Ashley, "better catch the
baby."

With such precious little ceremony did I become an Aunt
to my first nephew, Michael. It was eight painful hours
later when Ashley became an Aunt to Melissa's new sister
Lauren. I will say that I was thrilled to see that Lauren
had her father's hair and eyes and would be a
counterpoint to my beautiful Melissa. After the lengthy
and very painful labor I was content to leave Lauren to
the girls and go to bed for the night.

The morning came early and I was up before dawn to answer
the demands of my hungry little girl. I pulled open my
robe and drew her to my breast and thrilled to having her
so close to me. I was pleasantly surprised when Karen
came into the room and quietly sat next to me and
caressed Lauren's soft back.

"She's beautiful."

That was the whole conversation she had with me and she
got up to leave as silently as she'd arrived.

Over the next week Karen cozied up to me much more than
in the months past and spent a lot of time with myself
and my two girls. I wondered what was going on in her
head when one day she just started asking very detailed
questions about sex. It went on for an hour or so when I
just got right to the point.

"Karen, why don't you just try it?"

She looked at me like I'd slapped her. I was expecting
her to cry or get pissed or something and then the truth
came out.

"I'm just afraid of getting pregnant like all of you did.
I just don't want a baby."

It was an easy step from that point to discussing the
fact that there was an ample supply of unused and, up to
no at least, un-needed condoms. I think Karen really
wanted me to convince her that she could be with Matt and
not worry about getting pregnant. I decided to take the
bull by the horns and got out a nice bottle of port to,
uh, 'prime the pump' and it was maybe another hour or so
when Karen had a ready glow going on and I figured it was
time to invite Matt to my room.

I left the baby with Ashley and explained what Karen
wanted to Matt and he thought it was great that she
wanted him. When we got back to the room Karen was a
little surprised to see Matt but the port wine had made
her inhibitions fade far, far away. I excused myself
while the two of them talked a bit and slipped into the
closet instead of out the door so I could watch. Yeah,
I'm a voyeur!

Matt dragged out the evening and I guess this was part of
his strategy since he got Karen to finish most of the
port. Then he went to work. In the middle of some serious
kissing and grinding he undressed the two of them faster
than I can undress myself sober! Gently, he laid Karen
back on the bed and made a little ceremony about putting
on the condom in front of her.

I couldn't see too well from the closet, but he soon laid
down on her in the classic missionary position and a high
pitched little squeak from Karen told me that she was
getting herself fucked and she was getting fucked by a
pro.

He reached over to the nightstand and turned on the radio
and flicked off the light so only a dim nightlight
illuminated the room. I opened the closet door for a
better view and was treated to a side-on view of Matt's
ass rising and falling over Karen's grasping body.

His cock was clearly buried in the drunken girl and her
lewdly outstretched thighs told the tale of her wanton
lust finally being unleashed. They went on and on until I
saw her legs rise up around Matt's thighs and I knew she
was cumming on her very first time! Matt kept her going
until she was breathless and then he rose off of her.

"Let's try something else," he said.

He rolled Karen over onto her belly and then pulled her
hips up to meet his. She got up on all fours and then
Matt pushed her in the middle of her back until her head
rested on the pillows again with her little ass pointed
back at Matt's latex-covered cock.

"I think you're gonna like this."

I nearly giggled out loud when Matt reached down to his
cock and quietly slipped off the condom, dropping it to
the carpet, and then mounting Karen with his bare, naked
cock. I wished it was me getting that cock and I got wet
just thinking about it. I could see the ecstasy on his
face as he slipped his glorious length into the unknowing
girl. Her ass rushed backward to meet the thrusting cock
as Karen enjoyed the wild abandon of what she thought was
a recreational fucking.

It was such a treat to watch Karen thrust herself back to
meet Matt's burrowing tool. He ran his hands over her
back and then leaned into her to wrap his arms around her
and minister to her dainty breasts. His pace slowed and
he pulled the girl up to his chest. It was beautiful to
see them kissing, her head turned over her shoulder to
meet his lips all the while her body was impaled by his
length. It was too much for Matt.

He drove himself deep into the unknowing girl and she
gave a little cry as he drove himself into a place she
didn't know anyone could reach. Matt pushed her face back
down to the bed and I saw on his face the serious look
he'd get just before he'd come. He lovingly ran his hands
over the globes of her ass as his cock slipped back and
forth between them with greater urgency. Finally, his
face screwed up in a grimace of pent up sexual energy and
I knew, right at that second, that Karen's pussy was
being bathed with proven sperm.

As Matt slowed down from his lust Karen still thrust
herself back on the softening cock trying to keep the
moment going.

"Sweetie, I don't think I have anything left for you
right now." He pulled the dripping cock from it's warm,
slickened sleeve. "Howzabout we go take a little shower,
okay?"

The poor, naive girl didn't notice her pussy spilling
come down her legs as the two freshly mated lovers padded
to the shower. Matt told me later that he fucked her
again in the shower and the stupid girl didn't even ask
about the condom!

By the first of May when her period was late, that was
when she asked about the condom and Matt honestly told
her that she'd be another baby-filled mommy at Basington.


Chapter Nine
************

Matt was living the dream. Even with Ashley and I taking
a break from his passions due to our recent childbirths,
he still had three eager women to fuck every night, and
every day, too. It was like watching a little kid in a
candy shop whenever I caught him in those moments when he
was deciding who he was going to fuck. He'd look around
to see who was near, or maybe he'd look for the girl he
was in the mood for, and then he'd approach her,
something unsaid would be exchanged between them and then
they'd disappear for half an hour or maybe the whole day.

The girl talk around the breakfast table rarely drifted
to sexual matters and it was kind of strange to think
that the one tie we all shared was something we tried not
to talk about. Having shared the same man, all but one of
us were sisters in a way. Our children would all share
the same father and that made us all relatives and closer
than just girlfriends.

Being a typical man, Matt would sometimes interrupt our
morning chats with a comment.

"Is anyone free right now?"

One of our little family customs became to let whoever
had the least clothes on at the breakfast table go off
with Matt. Bathrobes and smiles quickly became the rule
among the available women.

I was jealous with the veritable orgy going on around me
and I was also fascinated in a detached sort of way with
the hungering sexuality of a group of women who'd been
prudish girls only a few months before. The wonder of
being fucked by a driven man had entranced us into
submitting our very souls to him. In a very real sense
each of us had been raped by Matt and now we had come to
a place where we enjoyed being raw, sexual females being
mated by a raw, primitive kind of man. The thin veneer of
civilization had been stripped away from us and we'd
become a sort of ancient tribe worshipping a fertility
god in the mountains.

A good example of our paradigm shift was found in Karen.
Karen's reaction to male sexual attention was dramatic.
In the week after her first time she walked around the
house in her sweats and just her sweats. Everyone knew
she had no bra or panties on anymore. She'd play coy and
demure around Matt to provoke his arousal and then she'd
tease him mercilessly until he'd force her to her hands
and knees, peel the fleece off of her flawless young ass,
and then slip his babymaker into her willing pussy.

She had no shame.

I found myself alone in the library one night when Matt
virtually dragged Karen into the room and closed the
door. She didn't see me, but Matt looked at me and smiled
as he bent the girl over the desk and yanked her sweat
pants to the carpet. As he stepped out of his shorts she
started to get up but with one hand Matt forced her face
to the desk and with the other he guided his veined cock
into her body. In one hard thrust he plunged himself deep
into her belly, causing her to cry out. Then he pounded
her body against the desk with a fury, clearly only
caring about his own pleasure. His passion rose quickly
and I soon witnessed his stabbing his cock hard into the
girl as he filled her with his sperm.

He didn't look at me as he pulled up his pants and left
Karen splayed upon the desk, her bare pussy dripping with
the product of their mating. I sat there quietly as she
regained her composure and we began to chat as she
cleaned up with a handy tissue and then pulled her pants
back up. With no shame whatsoever, Karen told me of the
unbridled sexual lust that Matt had released in her. She
even went on to say how she felt even freer once she knew
he'd plowed his seed into her young body.

Karen told me she realized that she'd been had when Matt
fucked her in the shower their first night and they'd
skipped the condom. Feeling him pulse his fertile sperm
into her pussy made her feel as if the last tie to her
old life had finally been severed and now she could be
whoever she wanted to be.

No more talk of missions, no getting up extra early for
seminary before classes, no bishops pushing their sons on
her, and no more of a planned, sanitized life where sex
was something she'd have to endure to achieve salvation.
She'd been set free from the constraints of her
restrictive Mormon lifestyle and she was never going
back.

"No more of that shit", she told me as she left for the
night, "now I'm free."

I finished reading the Tom Clancy book around four in the
morning and headed off to bed. Wiped out, I slept in the
next morning and rose around ten. I checked on the kids
in the play room and had a cup of coffee with Ashley and
Karen before heading back up the stairs for a needed
shower.

Turning from the landing at the top of the stairs I made
my way to the big bathroom at the end of the hallway. I
wasn't surprised to hear a gentle moaning coming from
Matt's room as I padded past his door. Curiosity got the
better of me I wondered who was in there receiving his
potent attentions so I decided to steal a peek and I
cracked open the door.

Predictably, I saw Matt's head in the morning light
gently rising and falling between a pair of outstretched
legs, but I had no clue who the legs belonged to. Whoever
it was, she was getting the royal treatment from the lord
of the manor. A tinge of pure jealousy flowed across my
heart and then passed. Soon enough, I realized, and I'd
be with him again.

Fascinated, I watched with a growing lust as he kissed
and sucked and licked the lucky girl into a writhing
frenzy. Her hands came down on his head and held his hair
as he brought her to a glowing release.

"Rebekah, wasn't that as good as I told you it would be?"

I almost gasped out loud! I pulled back from the door and
caught my breath. Was it possible? The proverbial weakest
link in the chain of our family was being forged anew
this very minute? Damn. I thought for a moment what I
should do and then I remembered Karen and Ashley
downstairs. Quietly, I turned and headed back to the
kitchen.

"Girls, you'll never guess what's going on upstairs!"

"Shit, don't make me guess, just tell us." Ashley put on
her pissed-little-sister voice.

"Fine, I won't tell you, then."

"Fuck, I didn't mean it that way, just tell us what's
up?"

I looked at Ashley and Karen and held the suspense for a
moment.

"I think Rebekah's about to get fucked!"

Speedy Gonzales couldn't get up those stairs as fast and
as quietly as the three of us did that day. We got to
Matt's door and this time Ashley eased it open a crack so
we could hear the conversation.

"Matt, I really liked the thing you did for me, but I
can't go all the way with you. I have a life I want to
get back to and someone has to say where all four of us
went. Our families miss us."

I heard Matt draw a breath in the way he does when he's
really horny.

"Sweetie, this can be your family now. Be with me. Be
with us. You have more love here than you can ever hope
to have anywhere or with anyone else. And besides," he
took another deep breath, "look at you lying there on my
bed...you're just...delicious."

I couldn't see what was happening but I heard the
bedsprings sing as Matt must have been climbing onto the
bed. Onto Rebekah. I pushed Ashley aside and peeked in to
see what was happening.

"No... no... Matt... we can't..." Rebekah whimpered
between kisses as she struggled to push him off. She got
a knee between his legs and... "OOmmph!"

Matt was clearly pissed as he'd moved at the last second,
taking a knee in the gut instead of the groin. He fell to
one side as Rebekah jumped off the bed.

"You BASTARD!" I TRUSTED you and you just think you can
fuck me like this? You asshole. I'm leaving and I'm
telling the whole fucking world about you and your little
harem up here. It's over."

Matt sat on the bed speechless, of course, after having
the wind knocked out of him. Rebekah mumbled something
else and then picked up her clothes and came towards the
door.

It was an unspoken thing between us. As Rebekah gave her
speech Ashley, Karen, and myself exchanged knowing
glances. If Rebekah did what she was promising to do then
"it" really would be over. We'd have lives to go back to.
With babies. In shame for most of us. And our freedom
from the world would be over.

It was Karen, the recent convert, who surprised me by
acting first. Rebekah swung open the door and looked at
us in shock as we saw here stand there naked with her
clothes in her hands.

"It's not what you think!" she protested.

Karen sort of growled what we'd all three silently
decided.

"It will be."

Rebekah screamed as the three of us rushed her. She threw
her handful of clothes at us and retreated to the big
bed. She screamed even louder as all three of us piled
onto her and crushed her down into the mattress. Ashley
grabbed her hands to stop her from slapping at us and
took them over Rebekah's head.

'Click'

'Click'

Rebekah stopped screaming just long enough to see Matt
smile triumphantly as he handcuffed her wrists to the
brass rail of the bed frame.

"NOOOOOOO!!"

She kicked like a mule and we all four fought to
simultaneously stay out of the way of her feet and try to
get a hold of them at the same time. I slapped her face,
hard, and she was stunned long enough for Ashley and
Karen to yank her legs out and away from her. Rebekah was
just about to start fighting again when the two girls sat
on her knees and locked them flat to the bed.

Rebekah was helpless and she knew it.

She cried and pleaded and threatened. I don't know
exactly what she said, but I remember turning to Matt and
saying,

"Matt, isn't it time you made a woman out of Rebekah?"

Rebekahs cries were actually loud enough to hurt my ears.
Part of me felt sympathy for her, but another part of me
felt protective of my children, their father, my new
life, and my...sister wives. Ashley and Karen had their
hands full holding Rebekah so I was the only one to turn
and see Matt in a way I kind of wish I hadn't. He stood
at the end of the bed as if before an altar and Rebekah
was the sacrifice. His eyes were glazed over with an
unreal kind of look as his hand gently stroked his
beautiful cock back to it's glory.

I love Matt, there's no denying it, but what I saw wasn't
my loving Matt, the loving father of three children. I
saw the rapist in him enjoying this moment with a
pleasure that was just criminal. My heart wanted to stop
him. My mind urged him on.

The screaming reached a fever pitch as Matt climbed naked
between the two women perched on Rebekah's knees. He
knelt there for a moment and then stopped to kiss and
lewdly fondle Ashley and Karen. His act of pure lust
inflamed Karen and she pulled off her top to offer Matt
her bare breasts. Rebekah screamed with terror as he
kissed and suckled Karen's nipple. Slowly, he turned to
look at the screaming girl and he touched her bare belly,
as if to anoint the receptacle of his lust.

"Enough."

He said it in a loud whisper, if there can be such a
thing, and then he slapped Rebekah hard enough to scare
me. Her head lolled about as she tried to regain her
senses. Matt turned to Ashley and Karen.

"It's okay, let her go now."

He positioned himself between Rebekah's outstretched legs
as Karen and Ashley stepped off of and away from the bed.
He rutted at Rebekah just a bit and I knew he'd planted
the head of his cock into the mouth of Rebekah's virgin
slit. He set to kissing her neck as she came to her
senses and began to struggle weakly against his weight
and the handcuffs.

The three of us women were like Matt's high priests as he
performed the ritual before us. I glanced at the three of
us and that's just how we looked. Karen's bare breasts
completed the unreality of what was about to happen. I
looked back to see Matt's ass rise and fall almost
imperceptibly.

Rebekah's eyes went wide as she realized precisely and
exactly how deep a male cock was already probing into her
body.

"Matt... no... please... I'm begging you... please..."

She began to fight him again, her legs and feet trying to
gain enough of a grasp on his body to push him off again.
He lay there with his cock poised to penetrate the girl
as she writhed underneath him. She began to cry as he
suckled her nipples into obscene erections. Her legs
sawed at his thighs. Her hands struggled against the
manacles and the bed creaked from her supreme effort to
fight the life-changing event that became inevitable when
four girls had turned up a road to Basington.

It was her fury that Matt was waiting for. Her rage. I
saw pure frustration and rage at her own helplessness and
I almost screamed with her.

In the middle of the peak of her next scream I saw Matt's
ass abruptly rise high above Rebekah's hips and then it
fell and pushed forward to complete an arc.

Matt's arms encircled the girl and I saw his back arch
while his face erotically buried into her neck. Geometry
was all I could think of as his body performed an arc and
became an arc.

It was the most plaintive wail that escaped Rebekah's
lips as she was fully, deeply, and perfectly penetrated
by Matt's raping male organ. It was beautiful. He was the
epitome of pure, unfettered masculine lust as he took the
unwilling virgin.

He held her tightly as her wail faded to sniffles. His
cock snugged up deep into her pussy and then he held
himself still. Her legs trembled.

"Do you want it to be gentle?" Matt asked her.

"No... please... take it out... please..."

"Do you want it to be gentle?" he asked her again.

"Please.... no... I'll be good, I promise... I won't
tell... just... please take it out."

"I said, do you want it to be gentle?"

"No... please... no more... we can stop..."

"Fine."

Rebekah cried as his ass slowly rose up and then slowly
descended, plowing her virgin pussy for the second time.
Then a third time. Then a fourth.

Like a locomotive a rhythm began to start. A rhythm that
indicated an increasing tempo. Rebekah was about to get
the fucking of a lifetime.

She thrashed about trying to dislodge the cock thrusting
in and out of her body and with every motion she made
Matt held her tighter, fucked her harder, and fucked her
faster. He was all man at that moment. Sweating,
grunting, licking, clasping and fucking.

Her feet lifted off the bed and I expected to see her try
to kick him again. But no, they just hovered in the air
as Rebekah's legs came up on either side of her
mate...the involuntary action of a mating female. Matt
found himself able to plunge deeper into her tight,
grasping pussy and his hands took Rebekah by her hips as
he fucked her strongly, but with slower strokes now.

She'd been around the sex talk in the house long enough
to know what was coming. Matt was.

"No... oh fuck... no... no baby... unnghhhh... no!!" she
protested.

He slowed down even more and began a series of deep,
grinding thrusts. I knew he was trying to delay Rebekah's
first insemination but I also knew from the intensity of
his thrusts that he wasn't going to be long.

He made a quick, deep thrust and held it. Rebekah grunted
from the discomfort.

He did it again.

"Oh, God! Matt... please... no... please..."

He pulled back and fucked her like a machine. His ass
scooted back and forth on the bed as his pelvis drove his
cock straight into the depths of Rebekah's pussy. She
cried and grunted and wailed for no good reason at all.
There was no stopping him.

The tears flowed as he plunged into her and held it tight
against her cervix.

Her eyes went wide again as she felt her belly accept the
first of many loads of Matt's fertile sperm. He fucked
her some more as his cock spewed into her belly and then
he lay there with his cock holding his baby juice deep
inside the former virgin. Deep inside his sixth wife.

Ashley and Karen quietly left and closed the door behind
them.

I didn't want it to be over so soon.

I snaked my hand between Matt's thighs until I found his
balls where they lay against Rebekah's ass. Matt uttered
a moan of joy as I gently massaged his balls and I was
soon rewarded with the feeling of his cock firming up. He
couldn't help but push the stiffening rod back into the
moist pussy.

A knowing whimper went up from Rebekah.

"Please, not again."

Matt sighed.

"You don't get it, do you? I won't stop fucking you until
you've got my baby in you. You don't want to go back to
Mormon-land with my bastard child so you'd better get
used to it here."

His fucking picked up the rhythm.

"You'll see. It's good here. I'll love you and our baby
and my other wives will love you and our baby. I'm going
to make it so you'll never want to leave. Just like I did
for the others."

It was beautiful as he came in her a second time.

Maybe twenty minutes went by before I stirred from my
reverie.

He lay snuggled on top of her as I undid her manacles and
massaged her wrists. I placed her hands on Matt's back
and gave her tear stained face a smile as I padded to the
door. Closing the door, I turned to look and I saw
Rebekah smile back at me as Matt started to fuck her for
a third and passionate time.

***

Two years later Basington was populated with pregnant
women and little kids. Matt's investments had done
surprisingly well in a down-turned economy and he'd made
no small effort to improve life at Basington. The big
house wasn't big enough so he refurbished another of the
old mansions in the small town and Rebekah, Ashley, and
myself moved in with our five children.

We'd attracted some attention from the law when they
discovered the four missing girls here, but they decided
to leave us alone as consenting adults. Matt had us all
pose as a traditional Mormon family and the sheriff
respected that.

A Supreme Court decision that recognized plural marriage
had our big family trek into town one day and make our
family legal. For a couple of the women it was their
first trip to town since they'd arrived. We went
shopping, bought some clothes for us and the kids, and
enjoyed a cup of coffee that none of us had made. It was
the closest thing we'd have to a honeymoon. And then we
went back to Basington.

The End.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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