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Archive name: raped.txt (FFM, rp, v, bd, preg)
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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