Foreword:

This story is set 25 years after an overthrow of the government led to the complete removal of any rights for women.  Women were property of men, property of their fathers until they were married and became property of their husbands. 

Parts of each chapter are told from the perspective of different members of the three families the story focuses on: 

The Eatons – James, Sarah, their son Kevin, and their daughter Katie

The Harpers – Bill, Jessica, the twins (Samantha and Alexandra), and their son Johnny

The Lowes – Michael, Lisa, and their daughter Becca

This will be an ongoing story.  If you have any comments or suggestions please feel free to email me.

Chapter One – An Introduction to Every Day Life:

Sarah Eaton:

I was just a kid when the government fell, it’s officially called ‘The Rebirth of Decency’ but it will always be an overthrow to me.  I remember my mother tearing up while she watched the whole thing unfold on the TV, I didn’t really understand what was happening but that day changed history.  Long story short, Anthony Meyers and the Rights of Men Party took over the government and immediately repealed women’s suffrage.  Not long after the Rights of Property law was signed into place, effectively eliminating any rights women had left.  Now women are property of men.  We are property of our fathers until we are married and become property of our husbands, it’s that simple.  There are some who try to fight it and I’ve heard whisperings of organized rebel groups but this world is all I’ve ever really known and my mother always told me to try to make the best of the hand I’m dealt.  I try to enjoy life the best I can. 

All things considered my life isn’t so bad, that’s to say there are some who have it a lot worse.  My husband James, while strict and demanding, is one of the better men out there.  He treats me like a fellow person most of the time but never as an equal of course.  We married 18 years ago when I was only twenty years old; together we have two children, Kevin is our eldest and Katie is one year younger than him.  I love them dearly.

James keeps us girls on a pretty regulated schedule.  I wake up at 7 o’clock sharp and slip out of bed, careful not to wake my sleeping husband.   Katie and I make breakfast together, eggs bacon and toast for the boys and low-calorie oatmeal for us, it’s one of my favorite times of the day since I can actually talk to my daughter without the men around.  After breakfast is prepared I wake my husband (and Katie her brother) with a blowjob and breakfast in bed.  Then I bathe and dress James as Katie does whatever Kevin requires of her.  Then my husband leaves for work and I take the kids to school; Kevin in whatever he wants to wear, Katie in her school uniform and me in a sundress (though we are required to be naked in the house James allows me to be clothed when I go outside, not every girl is so lucky).

Kevin goes to a Westfield High School which is all boys and Katie goes to Westfield Training Academy for Girls.  As you can imagine the course work at the two schools is very different.  After I get home I tidy up the house and hit the treadmill (I’m required to run five miles every day and provide the time-stamped print out to prove it).  In the afternoons I go for a walk with Lisa and Jess, two of the neighborhood wives.  Then I pick up the kids and prepare dinner, after James gets home I do … well … whatever he wants.  Luckily James does well enough so I don’t have to work; I’ve heard office life is absolutely dreadful. 

Katie Eaton:

For us girls, life is all about routines.  I remember when I was first getting used to my responsibilities as a woman of the house everything was new and scary but now that I know what to expect it isn’t so bad.

I wake up at 7 o’clock every morning and take a few minutes to brush my teeth and comb my hair a little just to make myself presentable.  There are few things in this life that I have a semblance of control over and making myself look as good as possible is one of them.  I take pride in my appearance and always try to look my best.  Then I head downstairs to join Mommy in the kitchen, no need to get dressed since Daddy keeps us naked in the house.  Usually she’s already done fixing up our oatmeal and we sit down and have breakfast together.  I like this time of the day because it’s relaxing when the boys are still asleep.  After we’re done eating we make breakfast for the boys, usually some combination of bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes, French toast and whatnot.  After we clean up and get the food on our trays Mommy always gives me a kiss on the forehead and I head up to Kevin’s room.

I’m always sure to keep quiet when I enter and put the tray down on the little table by his window that he likes to eat at.  Then I creep towards his bed and ever so gently pull back his blanket and sheets.  Usually he sleeps on his back I’ll gently run my tongue across the length of his penis a couple of times before slowly taking the head into my mouth.  Kevin likes slow and gentle blowjobs to wake up so I make sure to really take my time.  Sometimes he sleeps on his back and I’m always a little disappointed when that happens because that means licking his ass until he turns over.  When that happens I start by planting kisses all over his butt cheeks licking them in between the kisses then I gently pull them apart and run my tongue up and down his crack for a while before taking a deep breath and start pushing the tip of my tongue into his asshole.  Usually I’m only down there for a few minutes before he rolls over and let’s me get to work on his cock but sometimes he makes me earn it.  If it’s been more than 5 or 6 minutes I start to really give it my all to try to get him to the point of wanting his cock sucked.  Kevin has a lot of stamina and doesn’t like to rush it in the morning so I’m usually working on him for at least 30 minutes before he gives me his load.

When he finally rolls out of bed we sit down at the table and chat a bit while he eats.  I really do love my brother even though he makes me do all this stuff to him, most guys are way more mean to their girls.  Even though Daddy is the top boss in the house I’m more responsible for taking care of Kevin and he’s usually the one to tell me what to do. 

After he’s done with his breakfast I follow him into the bathroom to help him get ready for the day.  About a year ago he got the idea to have me hold his dick and aim it for him as he peed, I don’t know why but at the time I thought that was the worst thing in the world.  Now he has me do it every day but I stopped caring about it once he started making me wipe his ass for him.   Ugh that’s just the grossest thing in the world and I absolutely hate it but I know better than to complain.  The first time he told me to do it I refused which earned my ass a serious date with his paddle.  After that he made me wipe him using just my hands for a week … god … just thinking about how gross that was makes me shudder.  But I guess it worked because after that it never seemed as bad.  Even just having to be in there while he shits is bad enough but … whatever.

After he’s done with his…er…business, I bring him into the shower and bathe him.  I like to make Kevin feel good and I know he really likes it when I gently wash his body, I’ve been paying attention to what he especially likes and I think I’m pretty good at it at this point.  Since Kevin’s older than me there was about a year and a half when Mommy had to take care of both him and Daddy.  That must have been a lot of work!  But after I became a woman she taught me how to take care of Kevin by having me watch her.  She taught me how to gently scrub his body and what parts to pay special attention to (cock, balls, and ass…what a surprise).  I remember being shocked one of the first times I was in the shower with Mommy and Kevin and right in the middle of her washing his dick he all of the sudden spun her around bent her over and started fucking her without saying anything.  Mommy grabbed the handle in front of her and gave me a look to let me know everything was ok and Kevin just pounded away for a few minutes before letting out a long groan and pulling out (he didn’t last very long back then).  Anyway Mommy thanked him for fucking her and went back to work washing him.

So sometimes Kevin decides to fuck me in the shower or have me suck his dick, not all the time though.  Sometimes, like once a month or so, he decides to fuck my ass which I HATE!  I try to grit my teeth and take it like a good girl but I really can’t help making some noise and even screaming sometimes because it just hurts so much.  After our shower I dry him off and head off to my room, leaving him to dress and get ready for school.  In my room I put on my uniform for school.  Our uniform consists of a white polo shirt with the school’s emblem on the chest, short red plaid skirt that falls to about six inches above my knees and fans out a bit at the bottom, high white socks that go up almost to the knee, and white tennis shoes.  Then I go back to Kevin’s room and ask him for underwear.  I’m not allowed to wear a bra but I almost always get to wear panties.  He unlocks my underwear chest (which is kept in his room for some reason) and picks a pair for me.  I really hate it when he doesn’t let me wear any because one of the girls always notices and then they all tease me all day about it.

Once we’re ready we go downstairs and get in the car and Mommy drops me off at my school and then Kevin off at his.  After school ends Mommy picks us up and drives us home, her and I undress right when we get in the door and then Kevin and I go to our rooms to do our homework.  Homework time ends when Daddy comes home from work and we all sit down to dinner as a family.  After dinner the boys usually have some activities or games for us or they just fuck us.  If Mommy or I were bad at all during the day we have punishment time before bed.  Pretty simple really.

Chapter Two – The Day of the Party

Michael Lowe:

       I woke up like I do every day, to the sounds of gentle slurping and the feeling of my wife’s lips around my cock.  I closed my eyes again enjoying her talented mouth, today was going to be a busy day and there was no reason to rush into it.  After about half an hour I finally came, filling Lisa’s mouth with my load which she swallowed without spilling a drop. 

“Good morning Sir.” she said softly as I forced myself out of bed. 

“Good morning Lisa, ready for Becca’s big day?”

“Yes, I can’t believe our little girl is becoming a woman.” She feigned enthusiasm but I knew she had been dreading this day.  It wasn’t of much consequence to me, I stopped trying to understand or pretending to care about women’s emotions and feelings years ago.  It’s not that I didn’t love Lisa it’s just that I always put my desires first, as was my right.  Anyway, it’s hard to take someone seriously when you’ve subjected them to the kind of depraved and sadistic activities I like to dabble in now and then.

I had to say I was a lucky guy, well these days all guys are pretty fucking lucky but I have an especially good life.  I moved my family to Westfield after being promoted to regional vice president of Davis National Bank two years ago, a promotion that came with a healthy pay raise.  And despite being just shy of 35 years old my wife had the body of a college cheerleader.  5’5” with beautiful olive skin, pert tits, and a firm ass … who could ask for more.

My mind wandered thinking about tonight’s event as my wife led me to the bathroom but first things first, I’ve gotta shit.  Lisa kneeled next to the toilet as I sat down, leaned back, and let out a relaxed sigh.  Lisa’s eyes looked up questioningly and I nodded so she moved her head forward and took my dick into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue.  As I pushed out a fresh log I let my bladder go, releasing a stream of hot piss into Lisa’s mouth.  I could sense her slight shock as she rapidly started swallowing.   I rarely pissed in her mouth but she knew to always expect it, lest she spilled and had to be punished. 

This is the life, eh?  Truth be told I’m not sure why I don’t use Lisa’s mouth as a toilet more often, it turns me on how absolutely disgusted by it she is.  Better to do it sparingly so I can still enjoy the shock in her eyes as she fights the urge to retch. 

       Done pissing and shitting I stand up and bend over so Lisa can wipe my ass before taking me into the shower and bathing me.  Though I was pretty aroused I decided not to fuck her, I had to prepare for this evening.  Today is our daughter’s birthday and tonight I will take her virginity.

Kevin Eaton:

       “OH GODDDD KEVINNNNN PLEASSSSSEEEEEEE!”

       “Not yet you fuckin’ slut!” 

I chuckled to myself watching my sister writhing around on the floor.  We learned about enemas in punishment class last week and I had just tried it out on Katie for the first time.  She had only been holding it in for five minutes and already she was screaming louder than I had ever gotten her to scream before.  I gave her 2 liters and the bitch looked like she was 5 months pregnant, it was great!

“PLEASSE KEVIN….PLEASE LET ME GOOO!

“It’s only been 5 minutes, 10 more to go sis!”

“NOOOO….FUCK!  AHHHH I’ll do anything…oh god…. KEVIN… PLEASE!”

In class Mr. Foley said if you pump enough water into a slut she’ll agree to do anything, I was going to find out.  Dad pretty much let me do anything with Mom and Katie as long as they fell within the guidelines he set up for me when I turned 13 and became a man, I could ask him if I wanted to try something new but they stayed pretty much the same since then.  There was a loophole though, there’s nothing off limits as long as she asks for it.

“I don’t know sis…you’ll do anything?”

“GODD YESSS, ANYTHING, PLEASE!”

“I’ll let you go right now if you agree to eat my shit.”

“Oh FUCK…UGHHhhh….GOD…Please..please…anything else.”

“nah, that’s ok….only 8 more minutes, you’re almost half way there!”

“Noooo Ughhhhhh”

The thought of having my sister eat my shit had never entered into my mind until a few days ago.  It was at lunch the day after the enema lesson when Mr. Foley said we could make a bitch do anything if we put enough water up her ass when my buddy Steve said he got his mom to beg to eat his shit.  We all thought he was full of shit (no pun intended) till he pulled out his phone and showed us the video of his bound mother covered in sweat begging to eat her son’s shit.  He said he wasn’t actually gonna make her do it but he wanted to test Mr. Foley’s theory.

I waited.  Less than a minute later:

“Ugh .. uhh … Kevin….AHH…KEVIN…”

“yeah Katie?”  Tears were streaming down her face.

“I…I’ll do it….just LET ME GOO!!!”  Oh man, I couldn’t believe it, this was it!  But I wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily…

“I’m not sure Kate, are you sure you want to?”

“FUCK kevin YESSSS….PLEASEEEE” she spat the words out between breaths, she was literally convulsing now.

“If you want it you can fucking beg for it.”

Her face sank and more tears flooded out of her eyes as she took a few deep breaths.

“KEVIN … PLEASE….PLEASE LET ME EAT YOUR SHIT….I WANT TO EAT YOUR SHIT…..PLEASE KEVIN …PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR SHIT KEVIN….”

Well, I had to honor my word.

“Ok kid but don’t let any out till you get to the toilet”

As I was pulling out her butt plug she was a blabbering mess.

“oh thank you thank you thank you ohhhh gooddd fuck”

Once I pulled it out I couldn’t help but laugh as she clamped her hands over her ass and waddled into the bathroom.  I also loved that after this whole ordeal she was still embarrassed enough for her face to turn a deep shade of red as the enema water and shit cascaded out of her ass into the toilet.  It was great.

After she was done she collapsed into a ball on the bathroom floor.  I actually felt a little bad. 

“It’s ok sis, it’s done.  Clean yourself up, ok?”

“Yeah…ok Kevin.”

I left her so she could pull herself together and went to the other bathroom to shower and get ready for Becky Lowe’s cherry popping party.  I was pretty excited, it’s the first one I’ve been to other than Katies and Becky’s hot.  I’m gonna enjoy fucking her….even though I’m gonna have to wait my turn.  Honestly I’d settle for a crack at Lisa if Mike makes her available.  Either way it’s going to be a fun night.  Oh and unlike Steve I planned to hold Katie to our deal.

Lisa Lowe

       My jaw ached.  It always starts to ache after about 20 minutes and I’ve been sucking Michael for almost half an hour now.  Finally I feel him start to tense up and I kick it into overdrive.  Less than a minute later her explodes down my thought and I slurp and swallow as fast as I can, he punishes me if I spill even a drop.  Usually I try to be cheerful but today it’s hard.  As cruel and harsh as Michael can be I’m glad I’m with him, he’s handsome, well off, and he makes me laugh.  That’s than most girls get in a man.  I knew this day would come as it comes for every young girl, but it was still hard to greet it with a smile!

“Good morning Sir.”

“Good morning Lisa, ready for Becca’s big day?”  …more like his and his buddies’ big day….

“Yes, I can’t believe our little girl is becoming a woman!”  I put on my best attempt at a smile but I think he saw through it, who knows if he even cares.

I led him into the bathroom to get him ready like I do every morning, kneeling next to the toilet awaiting instructions like he trained me to do.  Still groggy with sleep and post orgasm fatigue he stumbled his way towards the toilet and plopped down.  Usually he has me hold his cock for him as he takes his morning piss before sitting down to shit, god I hope he doesn’t make me drink his piss I fucking hate that.  I look up at him and he gives me a nod so I lower my head down to his crotch and take his semi-hard penis into my mouth.  This doesn’t mean he’ll piss in my mouth necessarily; he always likes me to blow him while he shits.  I can feel him hardening as I gently move my tongue under his cock. 

The stink hits me like a wall … god it’s fucking disgusting!  You’d think I’d be used to it by now but it never gets any better.  I focus on tonguing his cock, if I get him hard enough there’s no way he’ll be able to piss. 

Michael lets out a sigh as the stink grows…then it happens.  Just a trickle at first, enough to fill my senses with the acrid aroma of morning piss, then the flood gates open.  There’s no time to be disgusted, I need to focus on swallowing and not puking.  He punishes me when I spill and the one time I puked on him…I’ll save that story for another time.  Gulp after gulp of thick disgusting piss, what is he a camel!  Finally he’s done and I suck up the last drops before he stands up, turns around, and bends over.  I used to think wiping his ass was the absolute worst thing in the world until my friend Jessica told me that her husband makes her use her tongue…I was a little more grateful after that.  I wiped him and gave him a kiss on the butt to let him know I was done, I didn’t have to be too thorough since I’d be washing him off in the shower shortly.

I ran the water and got in the shower, motioning Mike in when the water got warm enough.  I started soaping his back up, paying special attention to his ass because I knew he liked it.  I genuinely enjoyed making him feel good and usually I got him worked up enough in the shower for him to bend me over and fuck me.  I liked when he did…hey, women may be little more than sex objects these days but that doesn’t mean we don’t like getting fucked!  Today though I hoped he’d pass because I didn’t have much time before the guests arrive and I wanted to take as much time as possible to talk Becca through what was going to happen to her.  Jess said she’d come by if she could and help get the house ready so I could spend more time preparing my daughter, I hope she can get away.  I gently scrubbed his body and rinsed him off before massaging the shampoo into his hair.  When he was clean he got out of the shower and told me he was going to work on the preparations.  Usually he had me dry him off and pamper him a bit but I guess I’m not the only one who has a busy day. 

Jessica Harper:

I promised Lisa I’d try to come by and help her set up for tonight’s event and was desperately trying to finish all my chores so I could.  Becca is such an innocent girl she’s going to need her mother’s full attention to comfort and prepare her, these days us mothers have to stick together.  I’m lucky Alex and Sam had each other.  I remember crying when this day came for my girls but at least twins always have someone to lean on. 

I asked Bill last week if I could spend today at the Lowe’s house and he agreed.  I was worried he wouldn’t let me.  He’s been getting more and more sadistic lately and now that Johnny is old enough to drive and really becoming a man they’ve been egging each other on.  Anyway….chores done, Bill’s busy downstairs with the girls, finally I can go.  Slip my sundress on and out the door….

“Hey, Mom.”

….fuck…..

“Yes Johnny?”

“Come over here for a second.”   Dammit dammit dammit dammit.

“Sure sweetie, of course.”

“Why are you wearing clothes in the house?”

“Oh…I was just walking out the door, your father said I could go over to – “

“Well you’re not out the door so take it the fuck off, NOW!”

“Of course Sir, I’m sorry sir” No mother should have to take orders from her son like this, Jesus I’m literally ripping my sundress off and apologizing for wearing clothes in my own fucking house.

“That’s better, now before you leave I need my dick sucked.”

Bill has made me do some pretty awful things, like really awful…he can be a fucking mad man, but nothing is ever worse than the shame of being ordered by Johnny to perform sexually.  But I know I have no choice, it’s much easier and much less painful to be obedient to my teenaged son. 

“Yes Sir”  I walked over to where he was reclined naked on the couch stroking his frighteningly large penis (at least two inches longer than his father’s 6 inches).  I gently flicked the tip with my tongue before engulfing him.  I was absolutely in shock as he grabbed my hair, ripped me off his manhood, and BAM slapped me so hard in the face I saw stars.

“I’m not ready for that yet you fucking PIECE OF SHIT!”

I was delirious.

“Lick my asshole a bit to get me warmed up.”

I couldn’t believe it but I didn’t complain.  He scooted forward and raised his legs as I pulled apart his ass cheeks and started gently tonging his ass.  Ugh, gross…he obviously didn’t clean himself very well after he last used the bathroom because I can taste stale shit all around his hole.

“Faster Mom Jesus Christ do I have to get out the cane?”

“nnoo serrr” I mumbled not taking my tongue out of his ass.  I started furiously making out with his asshole as fast as I could.  Five minutes passed, then ten.  I was exhausted and my tongue was starting to cramp but I heard nothing from my son apart from the occasional moan.

“Ok, suck me Mom.” 

Finally!  I took him into my mouth quick and deep, I wanted this over with.  I started fucking him with my mouth going deeper with every thrust, almost getting my lips to the bottom of his enormous shaft.

“ENOUGH!”

I pulled out and looked at him.

“on your knees” 

Fine he was going to fuck me, that would probably make it go quicker anyway.  Can you believe that, a mother saying ‘fine he’s going to fuck me’ about her son!  I got on my knees and put my forehead to the ground praying this would be over quickly.  He slid his cockhead up and down my slit and I’m embarrassed to say I was getting turned on….god how!

“HA HA HA You’re wet you fucking slut!”

I buried my face in the carpet….oh god the shame.  I wish he’d just do it already and stop fucking around.  Still sliding his dick up and down my slit getting it wet with my juices.  Oh no.   Oh god Johnny no.  I felt the head of his cock touch my puckered up asshole.  Bill never fucks me in the ass, he doesn’t like it.  He last fucked me there as a punishment 6 months ago and I couldn’t sit down for days.  AND JOHNNY IS SO MUCH BIGGER.  This can’t be happening, he wouldn’t. 

“Please Johnny not my ass, I’m begging you.”

…..nothing…..

“Oh God Johnny please don’t, you’ll kill me!”

…..still gently resting against my tiny opening…..

“I’m your mother for god’s sake Johnny don – AHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK”

He slammed into me, half way down.  Then out then …

“UGHHHHA  HHHHHHAHAHAHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKK” 

….All the way in.

In and out he furiously fucked my tiny hole while I was screaming so loud I didn’t think I could scream any louder, begging… pleading with him to stop this assault on my ass.  All the while, above the screams I could hear my son’s laughter.  He was laughing at me, ME, his mother screaming in agony as he raped my asshole.

It must have turned him on because after about 5 minutes he finally bellowed out as he came in my ass, collapsing on top of me and crushing me with his much bigger frame.  Laying on top of me and panting in post-orgasm bliss as I, his mother, lay beneath him sobbing in pain.

“Get the fuck out of here” he said as he rolled off me.  I did, threw the sundress on, and went straight to Lisa’s house.  God damn him.

Katie Eaton

So here I am, bent over my big brother’s bed, cuffs on my wrists and ankles holding me in place, and an enema tube sticking out of my ass.  I wish I could say this wasn’t a usual Saturday.  Actually, although weekend torments were the norm with Kevin, this one was a first.  I had never gotten an enema and by the way he was fumbling about back there I can guess that he’s never given one.  How bad could it be though?

Wow this feels weird.  Dad really likes to fuck my ass so I’m used to things being up there but this is totally different.  It actually doesn’t feel terrible. 

Starting to feel full….how much is he expecting to put in me exactly?

More…feeling fuller.  More…feeling fuller.....my god, more….so fucking full….Jesus Christ, more!

“Keven that’s enough.”

More, I’m gonna burst.

“KEVIN PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE”

Even more, oh god it hurts!

“KEVINNNNNNNNN”

“Relax sis, we’re done.  Just gonna slide this plug in so you don’t spill.”

“Huh, wait….what do you-“

“haha the hard part isn’t taking the enema, it’s holding it in silly!”

Oh no.

He undid my bonds (thank god) and I immediately fell to the floor and rolled on to my side, doubling over desperately trying to release some of the pressure.  YOU CAN GET THROUGH THIS.  The first wave of cramps hit but I managed not to scream but the second wave felt like it was twice as painful as the first.

“FUCK!  AHHHHHH FUCKKK!!!!!” 

I’m sure he loved this.

An eternity passed; surly my torment would be over soon.  Another wave of cramps.  This is too much, I am going to burst!

“KEVINNNNNN!!!!!!! PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GO!”  I wasn’t even sure what I was saying but I knew that he loved to hear me scream his name and beg.  I have never ever ever had shit so bad.

“It’s only been 5 minutes sis, 10 more to go!”  He sang

No oh god no, TEN MORE MINUTES?

“NOOOO FUCK!”  I had to get this out of me.

“Please….Kevin ….. I’ll do anything!”

“hmm … anything?”  What a fucking ass.

“GODD YESSS, ANYTHING, PLEASE!”

“I’ll let you go right now if you agree to eat my shit.”

………..WHAT!.........There was no way……..

“Oh god….anything else please!!!!!!”  I begged but I knew it was in vein as Keven very rarely offered me a second deal in these types of situations.

I would try to hold out, I had to.  Oh god the cramps are getting worse!  I glanced down at my swollen stomach, was it getting bigger?

Kevin said I had 8 more minutes, not even half way there!  Oh god…I had to do it….Dejected and humiliated I told my brother I’d do it.  I’d eat his shit.

“If you want it you can fucking beg for it!”  He spit the words out at me, my god how much was enough for him.  There was no turning back now though I gritted my teeth and started begging for all I was worth.

“Please let me eat your shit kevin please I want it, give me your shit!”  I kept repeating it and repeating it needing the release from my torture to come now!

Finally he reached around for the plug he had stuffed in my ass reminding me not to spill any until I got to the toilet.  I covered my ass with my hands and made a run for it, sprinting as fast as I could with a bloated stomach…It probably amounted to little more than a slow waddle though.

Then finally at the toilet I relaxed as a mixture of water and shit poured into the toilet splashing up on my ass.  It seemed to take forever.  It’s funny how some things still embarrass a girl even if she’s never had any semblance of privacy.  For me, using the bathroom in front of others has always been a deeply humiliating experience.  I would never tell anyone this secret though; it would surely be used against me if I did.

Bill Harper

For the past two years I’ve been injecting the twins every day with “girl alert.”  Marketed as a mild stimulant ‘with a little kick,’ it was in reality the strongest aphrodisiac ever invented.  With their normal dose, Alex and Sam were insatiable.  When I first started dosing them they couldn’t believe how their bodies were betraying them.  There was nothing hotter than seeing one of my little girls forced to do something they found repulsive and not understanding why it was turning them on.  Then, when orgasm approached they would turn into animals, doing anything to get there to reach it.  The look of utter shame as they came down from that high, knowing what had driven them there was a sight to behold. 

Today however I doubled their dosage; it was time to have a little high stakes fun!

Sometimes I needed to take a minute to appreciate how beautiful my girls really were.  Sam and Alex were identical twins, both 5’7” with platinum blonde hair a few shades lighter than their mother’s.  And while my wife was a fuller woman with large tits and a plump ass the girls were far more slender with pert C-cup breasts and small but absolutely delicious little butts.  Right now they stood at attention, naked of course, waiting to see what I had in store for them today. 

“Alex, bring me the black double ended dildo”

“Yes Daddy!”  She said sweetly and padded off to the toy chest in the corner.  They knew I liked them to always have a cheerful disposition, and they especially knew to make every little thing count if they sensed I was about to pit them against each other.  Loosing was never good.

She handed me the toy and took her place next to her sister, both anxiously waiting for me to explain today’s game.

“Okay girls, listen up.  Today’s game is simple; you will fuck each other with this dildo and whoever cums first is the looser.  As you know, the Lowe’s are having a party for their daughter tonight.  I told Mike that I would donate a toilet slave for the festivities.  I’m sure I don’t have to explain it but just to make sure we’re clear, the loser is on urinal duty.”

I could see the cheerful looks on their faces flee.  They weren’t expecting something so severe.  It’s funny how these girls would take terrible physical tortures before drinking a little piss and licking a few asses. 

“Kneel down facing opposite directions.”

Once the girls were in position I walked over to them sliding a finger up their slits.  Their cunts quivered almost simultaneously….you know what they say about twins.  Wow they were sopping, I would have to give them double doses more often.  I slid one end of the dildo in each of their pussies and gently guided their asses together until only about 4 inches separated. 

“Okay girls, on your mark….get set…..go!”

They started slowly, gliding back and forth.  There was a science to this and no need to rush, the catch 22 was that if they fucked faster to try to get the other one off it would also bring themselves closer to the edge. 

I sat down in my chair and cracked open a beer.  It was going to be a good show.

They slowly started to pick up the pace.  By about 5 minutes in there was a glimmering sheen of sweat covering my princesses and I could hear muffled grunts as they both desperately tried to fight off the impending orgasm.

I was impressed, after almost ten minutes neither girl had cum.  With a double dose of girl alert I would have thought one of them would have given in by now.  The grunting was getting louder though and the pace had quickened, I knew one of them would blow soon.

I saw it in Samantha’s face first, the grimace … gritting her teeth, clutching her fists….she was close.  Alex wasn’t far behind her but she soon realized that her sister was on the edge, they knew each other so well.  I could see her getting ready to make her move, like a lioness ready to pounce on some unsuspecting prey….then it happened.

Alex started violently thrusting backward with all she was worth, gripping the dildo with her cunt and driving it into her sister. 

“Ohhhhhh FUCK ….. goddddd”  Sammy was about to lose it

“Ugh … Ugh …. Ugh ….”  Alex was giving it all she had, knowing that she too was about to give in but also knowing that her sister was one step closer than she was.

“Nooooooo ohhhhhh….FUCK … AGUUUHHHHHHHHH AAHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Samantha pushed her face into the carpet and started pounding her ass backward in the throws of an intense orgasm.  Like clockwork, about 5 seconds later Alex let herself go too.

“FUCKKKK YEAHHHHHH OH GODDDDDD”

It was like a chorus of moans and my cock was as hard as it’s ever been.  Finally the orgasms subsided and the girls collapsed on the floor, sweating and panting.  It was over.  Samantha had lost.

Chapter Three:  Becca’s Big Night

Johnny Harper:

What a great day!  Kicking back on the couch watching the baseball game fully content.  I had fucked my mom in the ass earlier and was still glowing from it.  I knew she hated performing for me and taking orders from me which made it even better.  I also knew that she could hardly take it when I decided to take her in the ass.  That made it all the better.  Honestly her ass was so tight that it actually wasn’t as enjoyable as fucking her cunt but the screams of pain always managed to push me over the edge quick.

“Hey Johnny, you ready to go?”  Dad called from the basement.

“Yeah Dad, ready whenever you are.”

Little Becca Lowe’s cherry popping party was today and I was a little excited.  That tiny beautiful girl would have her … well … her everything full taking care of all the guys.  What a special day!  Also I always loved hanging out with Kevin, we were both creative and a little bit sadistic with the girls but somehow it was always amplified when we were with each other. 

Dad walked out of the basement door holding two leashes attached to my beautiful sisters. 

“Sounds like you were having fun down there”

“Hah yeah Son, just a little contest.”

“I see….who was the grand looser?”  I chuckled back.

“Sam.”

“And her prize?”

“Toilet duty.”  Yikes…poor girl.  Not like I really cared that much.

“Anyway, take Alex and let’s get going.  I don’t want to be late”  He handed me Alex’s leash and off we went.  Just a father and son taking a walk to the neighbor’s house….with two naked teens crawling behind us.

When we walked in the door Mike was sitting on the couch drinking a beer.

“Hiya boys, welcome!  Can I get you gents a drink?”  I looked at my Dad and he nodded.

“Sure I’ll have a beer.” 

“Make it two” My dad echoed. 

In the past year my Dad and I had gotten closer than ever.  Ever since we started really pushing the girls limits.  I guess when it comes to sadistic streaks it really is like father like son.

I enjoyed the cold Heineken as my dad and Mike caught up.  Just then the door swung open and in came James Eaton and his son Kevin.  Kevin had his tiny sister crawling behind him on a leash and James similarly led his wife, Sarah.  I always had a crush on Sarah, I got to fuck her once about a year ago and I don’t think I ever came quicker.  Maybe I’ll get a crack at her tonight.

“Hey buddy!” Kevin walked up to me.

“Yo Kev, long time no see”  we caught up a bit, bullshitting about school and what not.  Kevin told me that he had his sister begging to eat his shit after only 10 minutes with an enema in her….unreal.

My dad and Mr. Eaton were discussing the schools their daughters went to, both believing their choice in ‘ladies education’ as it’s called was the better one.  I was only half paying attention.

“Well why don’t we have our girls show us their skills and see which school is training them better.”  I heard my dad suggest.

“Hah!  Like a fucking dog show!” They were roaring with laughter.

“Johnny, Kevin, why don’t you take your mothers downstairs so these girls can have a little privacy for the big show!”  They were amusing themselves so much…Dad humor is a bit lame I have to say but I didn’t need to be asked twice.

“Yeah, sure.”

We grabbed the leashes and headed for the basement.

“You know it’s funny, they kind of are like dogs.”  Kevin suggested as we made our way down the steps with our mothers in tow.

“Haha yeah I guess they are.”

“Woah!” I was just about to ask what Kev was talking about when I saw it.  The Lowes’ basement was loaded.  Every type of toy and device I could imagine and some I couldn’t have imagined. 

“Oh man I’ve got an idea.”  Kevin was excited, this could be good.  “Let’s have a little dog show of our own.  See if these bitches can act like the dogs they are.”

“Hells yes!” 

“Mom, Jess, sit!”  The girls sat on their heels like dogs.  Kevin was on a roll so I let him continue.

“Ok Johnny my boy let’s make these two look like pups.”

Kevin started digging through one of the many drawers, then another, then finally he came back with four rubber bands.

“They need ears.”  I couldn’t contain my laughter, the two of us were giggling like a couple of school girls.  He handed me two of them and I tied Mom’s hair in pigtails while he did the same to his mother.

“Aw aren’t you a couple of cute doggies!”  Our mom’s just looked up at us diminutively.

“Let’s see … what else….”  He was in another drawer digging around for about a minute when he burst out in laughter “Oh yes!   HAHA PERFECT!”

He walked toward me with two feather ticklers, one green and one purple.  I wasn’t exactly following.

I nearly fell over when he declared “They need tails!”

The ticklers had little knobs at the end like mini butt plugs.  He tossed me the green one and started working the purple one into his mom’s ass.  I just spit on mine and jammed it in mom’s ass.

“FUCK!!!!! AHHH” – I guess she wasn’t expecting me to put it in so quickly.

Kevin came over and laid a vicious slap across my mother’s face.

“That’s not how dogs talk!  How do dogs talk.”  Oh man this was gold.

Tears welling in her eyes my mom managed a meager “Arf, Arf.”

“Ok bitches, listen here!”  Kevin was back to running court.  “We’re gonna have a little doggie show for you pups.  You two are going to be the most convincing dogs you can be and we’ll decide who does a better job.  They’ll get to kick back and relax while we experiment with some of these wonderful devices on the looser.”  Looks of humiliation edged towards serious stares once they realized what was at stake.  Don’t think they hadn’t looked around at the basement’s treasures just as keenly as we had.

“Now come!”  He clapped his hands and the two puppy girls crawled over.

“Paw!”  Their hands raised to shake.

“Speak!”  A chorus of arfs and woofs filled the basement.  It was hilarious.

“I don’t know Kev, they don’t seem very realistic to me….what do you think?”

“I agree, maybe we’ll have to punish both of them.”

Sarah reacted first, jumping to attention she sat up and put her hands toward her chest and started panting and barking for all she was worth.  Mom looked over at her in shock before quickly following suit. 

Not one to be bested Sarah pattered over and started rubbing her face against my crotch and looking up at me.  Then my mom (I couldn’t believe this) crawled up and stuck her nose under Sarah’s tail and started sniffing her butt. 

Before we knew it they were frolicking around the basement, barking and yelping.  It was amazing how quick the transformation was.

Sarah looked like it was no big deal to her but I could see the overwhelming shame in my mother’s eyes as her son forced her to act like an animal.  Maybe I just know her better, I’m sure Sarah was humiliated beyond belief too.  I mean, who wouldn’t be!

“Ok, Ok, settle down you two.”  The girls got back to their sitting position, ‘paws’ up.

“What do you think Johnny, they both looked pretty good.”

“Yeah Kev, it might be a tie.” – The girls looked sullen, thinking they’d both be punished now.

“How about a tie breaker, a game of fetch…we’ll see who’s faster!”

“You’re right Kevin that’s the best way to settle it.”  I grabbed two dildos that were resting on the nearest shelf and tossed one to Kevin.

“Bitches come!”  They swiftly crawled over. 

“Ok, we’ll both throw these on the count of three, whichever bitch fetches her rubber cock and lays it at her master’s feet first wins.”

“One….two…..THREE!”  we tossed the dildos and the girls were off.

My god they looked so funny scrambling on all fours.  They got to the dildos at around the same time  but Mom had a little trouble picking it up with her mouth.  She was going to have to get her ass in gear if she wanted to win. 

In the end it was close but Sarah beat my mom out.  She was happily looking up at Kevin doing a little half pant half smile while mother dearest just had her eyes downcast.

“Bad girl!”  I slapped my mom across the face.  “Get ready for some fun!”

“Boys!”  The voice echoed down the stairs “Comeon up here.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you.” I whispered in my mother’s ear before we took off their hair ties and tails and led them upstairs.

James Eaton:

Alex and Katie spent the last hour showing off the talents they learned in school while we chatted, stopping every few minutes to critique their efforts.  Lisa had been kept busy bringing us drinks and snacks while little Becca sat quietly on a stool in the corner looking very nervous.

Becca was the only girl wearing clothes and she looked like a sweet little porcelain doll.  She was a tiny little thing, shy of 5 feet tall she couldn’t have weighed more than 80 pounds.  She was dressed in a little frilly baby blue dress with knee socks and little black shiny leather shoes.  Framing her sweet little face was her silky smooth auburn brown hair, put up in pigtails.  This outfit somehow had the effect of making her look even younger and more innocent than she actually was.

“Just about ready to kick things off?”  Mike asked Bill and I.

“Yeah man let me just take a leak real quick.”  Those two beers had gone right through me.

“Sure thing buddy, you know where she is!”  Mike and Bill laughed deeply as I made my way to the bathroom and Samantha, the toilet.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me when I opened the door.  The beautiful Samantha Harper had been transformed to a human toilet.  A thick metal chain secured her collar to the wall behind her and around her neck was a transparent plastic cone, like the ones dogs get to prevent them from licking their wounds.  The was attached to her in such a way that it pushed her chin up, forcing her neck to tilt back so her face was squarely centered at the base looking upwards.  Her mouth was pried open with one of biggest ring gags I had ever seen to make it difficult to miss your target.  If you did miss however the cone was sealed to her neck with waterproof tape so the excess piss would just pool up around her neck and cheeks.  Bill is a creative little bastard.  I laughed to myself as I unzipped my fly and aimed directly into little Sammy’s mouth.  Her gorgeous pale blue eyes peered up at me as I began to release my flow.  Bill must have trained her to be a toilet because she let my piss pool up in her mouth to the brim before expertly swallowing without spilling a drop, always leaving her mouth full of my piss.  As my flow diminished I flicked the remaining drops onto her face and was surprised to see her mouth still full of my piss.  I wondered if Bill had told her not to swallow the rest of it and to keep it in her mouth for some reason but then I saw it.  I couldn’t contain my laughter as I looked at the little plastic flusher Bill had affixed to the top of her cone.  I pushed it down and the girl swallowed the last of my piss and said through her gag “sank ou fo oosin ees oilet er.”  I zipped up and exited the bathroom grinning uncontrollably. 

The boys had brought their mothers back upstairs and as seated myself Mike started to tap a fork against his glass, hushing the idle chit chat before speaking.

“First of all, I want to thank all of you for coming to celebrate my little Becca becoming a woman.  I know you’re all eager to get to tonight’s main event but we have a lot of fun activities planned before the grand finale.  Before we get started, if any of our masters need to use the toilet, Bill chained her up around a porcelain bowl through the door to my right.”

His lame joke got a few chuckles, mostly from the boys.

“And if any of our sluts need to piss or shit, there’s a nice big litter box in the kitchen for you to use.” – HAH!  A fucking litter box, why hadn’t I ever thought of that.

“Moving along to our first event, this will be a mother daughter competition.  Bill, James, if you could give me a hand.  And Becca, you’ll need to be naked for this so please take off your clothes and fold them neatly, you can put them back on after.

“Yes daddy” the little girl sweetly replied in a barely audible whisper.

I wondered what he had in store as I followed him to the back room.

Hanging on three steel stands that looked like the ones that held IVs at a hospital hung three enema bags and hoses.  Bill and I wheeled them out to the main room and Mike followed with three wooden blocks with carved out semi-circles.  Attached to each block was a strap and four small chains leading to hand cuffs.  Mike placed the blocks on the floor in a line about three feet from each other and continued with his instructions.

“If we can have our three mothers join us up at the front and kneel face down ass up.”

When the women were in position we each slid a hose into our respective wife’s ass past the little plastic ball that would keep it from falling out and turned the knob that controlled the water flow.  As the water began to drain from the bags into our wives’ asses Mike continued.

“Now if I could have our three daughters join us.”

Katie and Alex led the way to the front followed by little Becca a few feet behind them.  My god she was so small!  If you looked at her from the waist up it would be only her pigtailed hair that indicate her gender as her breasts had hardly started to develop.

“Girls please lay on your backs and rest your heads on the blocks.”

Oh god, I had an idea of what was coming.  I could never have imagined something so depraved…this has the potential to be quite memorable.

Once our daughters were in place we strapped down their foreheads so couldn’t move their heads and cuffed their wrists to the blocks.  By this point our wives started to moan and groan as their bellies filled with the 2 liters of water that were in each enema bag.

With the hoses still sticking out of their asses we positioned the women in a squat over their daughters with their assholes directly over the little girls’ faces.  We secured the handcuffs around their ankles so they couldn’t move and Mike pulled out three additional pairs of handcuffs to secure their hands behind their back before laying out the rules.

“This one is pretty simple ladies, once we remove the hoses you will try your hardest to hold in the contents of your bowels.  Not only will the winner be exempt from the next game but she will be spared the horror of spewing shit all over her precious little girls’ face.”

The boys were whispering to each other and snickering but I was too shocked to laugh.  I’ll be damned if I wasn’t extremely aroused though!

“Gentleman, we pull the hoses in three….two….one…now!”

As we slipped the hoses out of our wives’ asses they clenched their little buttholes like their lives depended on it.  Not one of them spilled a drop on their daughter’s face.  All three were determined to win and spare their little girl but only one would.  We took our seats on the couth to enjoy the show.

At two minutes in all three women looked resilient.  Apart from a few grunts here and there they were going strong, silently enduring their torment.

I wondered to myself how much experience Lisa and Jessica had with enemas.  I gave Sarah enemas now and then but just to clean her, I never made her hold it very long. 

“aghhh GODDDDD..UGhhhhh OH” At five minutes in it was Sarah who showed the first signs of weakness.  All three women had swollen bellies and a layer of sweat covering their bodies but it was clear that Sarah was struggling more than the other two.

“Uh oh mom, you better hold it!”  My son taunted at her, I flashed him a wink and reverted my eyes back to the show.

Another 3 minutes had gone by and Sarah looked like she was barely holding on.  A few loud grunts and muffled expletives from the other two seemed to give her a glimmer of hope and she squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and tried to hold on.

I was pretty sure Sarah would lose it first, the other two women seemed to have more experience holding in enemas.  I started wondering which of them would let go first; I was hoping I’d get to see little Becca’s pretty little doll face covered in shit.  I smiled to myself at the thought.

After 10 minutes had passed, Lisa and Jess started to show signs of desperation but not nearly struggling as clearly as Sarah was.  The moans and grunts got louder and more frequent as each lady desperately tried to avoid shitting on their daughter’s face.

At about 12 minutes in, I started to notice it.  Tears were welling in Sarah’s eyes and starting to streak down her face.  The loud grunts and look of concentration gave way to muttered whimpers and sadness.  If Katie didn’t notice it she would soon as I was sure my wife could no longer hold on.

“oh….no….ohhh…..god … no … oh god….” She moaned as she shook her head from side to side.

Then came a few drips of brown liquid escaping her puckered butthole.  

“Ahhhh NO!”

A last ditch effort but she knew it was futile as more drops splattered on Katie’s forehead.

It’s hard to tell who was crying harder and both Katie and her mother were sobbing uncontrollably knowing what was about to happen.  Katie shut her eyes and scrunched up her face in preparation.

“Oh god no no no god ohhh no.”  Quivering and shaking Sarah’s bowels finally gave out.

The small crowd began to hoot and holler as light brown water and chunks of shit exploded form Sarah’s ass directly onto Kate’s face.  Katie had been holding her breath before the onslaught began and a blob of soft shit had settled directly under her nostrils forcing her to open her mouth to gasp for air.  Her mother’s enema still pouring onto her face pushed the blob of shit along with a mouthful of water into her mouth.  As shit and water were forced into her gasping mouth she wretched and dry heaved and eventually projectile vomited directly upwards.  The vomit that didn’t stick to her mother’s ass fell back to Katie’s face leaving it soaking wet and covered in chunks of shit and puke.  Powerless to wipe herself clean she was forced to endure the stench feel her remaining puke slowly drip off her mother’s ass for the remainder of the contest.

Wow….I don’t think anybody could have expected that.  I also didn’t hear any complaining; in fact the display was met with cheers from all the men.  After the room settled down, our attention went back to the two contestants still struggling.

Another 5 minutes of the women sweating and grunting passed.  Both of them knowing that if they could just outlast the other their daughter would be spared.  It was clear they both had experience holding enemas but an ass can only stay clenched for so long and they both looked like they were about to explode. 

“Goddd AHHHHH FUKKKKK UGHHHHHHH”  A chorus of loud screams flooded the room as these two women sounded like weight lifters in the Olympics.

And two minutes later, a total of 25 minutes after we pulled the tubes, another woman started to falter.  As Jessica continued to grunt and scream, Lisa started to mumble and shake her head. 

“no no no….oh no no no…..god no no no”

I could see the tanned globes of her ass start to quiver and progress to rapid shaking.

“oh … oh Becca.   God…. Becca, I’m so sorry ohhhh goodddddd.”

“It’s ok mommy, I love you mommy” the little girl whispered before clamping her mouth and eyes shut.

I later learned that Lisa hadn’t been allowed to shit for almost a week before tonight.  That’s what you call planning ahead.

Becca’s tiny little pale white face became flooded with a soft brown half liquid half solid mess.  If we had thought what covered Katie’s face was bad, this was surely worse.  Her forehead, eyes, and hair were covered with a thick layer of shit as water continued to splash out of Lisa’s ass spraying her little girls face.  Luckily for little Becca her mouth stayed free from the cover because it was so thick that she would never have been able to breath if it had.

“I won.  Get me off of here UHHHHHGHHHHHHHH.”  Jessica was frantic.

“Goddd Ughhhhhh Fuckkkkk un cuff me PLEASSSSSEEEEEE.”

With her hands and ankles finally free the blonde bombshell clutched her ass and waddled as fast as she could towards the bathroom.  Knowing if any shit landed on the floor it would be a serious punishment for her AND her two girls.

Jessica Harper:

The stench of puke and shit stung my nostrils as the cramps got worse and worse.  I felt bad for that poor girl, little Katie, covered in that fowl mixture and powerless to get it off her.  But there were more important things to worry about, namely keeping my precious Alexandra from suffering a similar fate. 

It was down to me and Lisa, my best friend.  And I was left to hope and pray that she would fail and shit all over her little innocent Becca.  Poor Becca, she’s too young and too innocent to have to experience these horrors, but I have to protect my baby so I hope she does.

I knew Sarah would be the first to go, James doesn’t do horrible things like this to her so I was never worried about her outlasting me.  It was Lisa I was worried about, it seemed like an eternity since Sarah failed and the cramps were now the worst I had ever experienced.  This pain made delivering twins seem like a walk in the park.

Another few minutes passed and my legs were shaking.  I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer….come….on…. Lisa….give in!

Another wave of cramps hit and I didn’t think I could make it.  Fuck…I’m gonna lose.  My poor poor Alex.  Just when I was about to give up and release I heard it.  The whimpering, the mumbled sounds of a defeated woman.  I silently cheered.  Hurry up with it.  RELEASE IT.  And then I felt the sweet relief of victory as I heard the expulsion from her ass and cheering from the men.

I won.  I WON!

As the sputtering sounds from her ass died down and the stench of her mess filled the room I became afraid my victory would have been in vain.  I couldn’t hold it much longer.

Ass violently shaking, legs uncontrollably quivering.  “I won, let me go.  Please uncuff me, I won!”

I saw Bill and Mike walk towards me out of the corner of my eye.  “Oh god hurry PLEASSEEEEE”

I couldn’t let go now.  Just a few more seconds.  COME ON JESSICA COMEON!

Finally the cuffs were off.  Gotta make it to the bathroom.  MUST … NOT …. SPILL … A DROP!

If I were to shit anywhere I wasn’t supposed to Bill would consider it “embarrassing him in front of his friends.”  The last time that happened all three of us were tortured for a week!

I waddled my way to the bathroom door clutching my ready to explode ass and threw it open.  Seeing my Samantha chained up to the wall with that fucking tube around her neck elicited a second of hatred but I couldn’t focus on it, spinning my head toward the toilet and heading for it.  Pulling the seat up and … oh god it’s stuck?....FUCK….COME ON.  WHY WON”T THIS SEAT LIFT. 

“Bill!  SOMEBODY HELP!”  I screamed not knowing what to do.

Then I saw it.

The small pad lock on the side of the bowl.

The litter box.  I was supposed to use the fucking god damn litter box.   Oh god I can’t hold it anymore.  What do I do … oh god.

Can’t go on the floor.  Can’t put my girls through the torture that would cause. 

As I realized what had to be done my heart sank.

“Oh god…I’m sorry Samantha”  I whispered.

She tried to shake her head, franticly fighting with her bonds.

“un uh, on’t omm.  Un uh oo on’t.”

Dropping my head into my hands and closing my eyes I moved my darling angel Samantha’s face, shut out her frantic muffled pleads, and released.  I could hear her garbled yells even over the noise of my ass violently emptying over her face, covering her hair and eyes and mouth and collecting in the bottom of her funnel.  My hands pressed firmly into my hands deep in shame I heard the sounds of sputtering farts and drips start to fade only to be replaced with the sounds of desperate choking, gulping, and gasping from my daughter as she was forced to swallow the disgusting brown enema water and my shit in order to breath.

Finally the only sounds left were my daughter’s rapid breathing, my sobbing, and the sloshing of the remains of my enema around my daughter’s neck and face.  Still squatting over my daughter with the last of my mess slowly dripping onto her face I finally lifted up my face and opened my eyes.  I saw the grinning faces of my husband, my son, and the rest of the men looking happier than they had ever been.  Then they started to clap, to applaud the horrible thing I had just done.

Kevin Eaton:

Wow.  Well that ‘game’ was just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

When we got to the party all I could think about was the so called ‘main event’ but now I’m wondering if that’ll even be the most memorable part.  I have to say though, seeing little Becca in that little girl dress almost made my cock burst right through my pants.  And seeing her nervously and delicately undress was incredible.  Removing the dress to reveal her teeny tiny tits (no need for a bra yet) and slowly taking off her knee high socks before she paused, wearing just her modest panties with that cute virginal white lace lining.  Taking those deep breaths, trying to muster up the courage to fully expose herself to all men for the first time, before she slowly peeled away her last layer of modesty.  The sight of her ass as she bent over to place her panties on the ground with the rest of her discarded clothing was glorious.   I’ll dream about that beautiful tiny pale-white ass.  It’s not even big enough to be called an ass, it’s Becca’s beautiful tiny pale-white butt.  

Already aroused by Becca’s shy little striptease, I damn near jizzed my pants when Mom burst into tears and released her enema on Katie’s face.  And when my little slut sister puked on mom’s ass only to have it all drop back down on her face, that was the cherry on top.  And watching her with that mix of puke and shit on her face for like ten minutes because my stupid bitch mother couldn’t even hold her enema in half as long as the other girls was a delight.  But I think the best part was the humiliation of beautiful Jessica Harper.  I almost felt bad for her, seeing her face right after it happened.  Going through excruciating pain to win the contest and spare her daughter from being covered in her shit only to DROWN her other daughter with it.  I would have felt bad for her sitting there with her fucking ass hovering above her daughters face sobbing as her little girl struggles to swallow like a liter of her mommy’s enema and eat chunks of her mommy’s shit just so she can breathe.  The look on her face as we all clapped and cheered was priceless.  She was more mortified and humiliated than a little girl who pissed her panties on the first day of school.

Anyway the girls went upstairs to was the shit and puke or whatever off themselves (except for Samantha of course, you don’t wash toilets in the middle of a party) leaving mom Jessica and Lisa down here.  Johnny Bill and my dad are in the kitchen and Mom is making them some sort of drink on the rocks but I’m too fucking turned on to do anything but sit here and replay what just happened in my head.

I always had a crush on “Mrs. Harper.”  You can’t blame me, she’s gorgeous.  About 5’8” with beautiful blonde hair and a tiny tuft of blonde pubic hair too!  She was the only girl at the party with any cunt hair but I couldn’t blame Bill for keeping it, it really suited her.  She’s one of those rare women who can be totally fit and have a trim body but still be full figured.  I loved her big tits and she had such a spankable ass.  Anyway she was the only other person in the room, sitting in the corner in a ball sobbing.  Bill wouldn’t let her go console Samantha even though she begged and begged.

“Aw…Jessica….don’t cry.”  I cooed  “Why don’t you come over here.”

She shook her head and moaned a little.

“I said why don’t you COME THE FUCK OVER HERE.”

The best part of these parties is that it’s generally expected the girls are the collective property of the men for the night so you can command any of them. 

Sullenly she forced herself to her feet and walked over to me, sitting down beside me on the couch she whispered an apology.

“Aww that’s ok little one.” I said as I gave her a hug.  She rested her head on my shoulder and continued to sob. 

It was time to switch gears, I wasn’t trying to be her teddy bear I was trying to ease the ache in my balls.  I saw Bill inject her with Girl Alert about half an hour ago.  He would rave and rave about how great the stuff would to anyone who would listen.  I was walking by him when he shot his wife up and he gave me a wink saying “the slut gets a double dose today.” 

I eyed her body like a piece of meat.  Jesus I can’t ever remember being this horny.  I ran my fingers around her body stopping to give her nipple a little squeeze as I gently kissed her neck.

“ohhhh…….mmmm.”  I couldn’t believe she was being this responsive after what just happened.  That shot was quick acting!

I eased a finger into her cunt and sure enough it was soaking wet.

“uhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”  she let out a long moan and pushed herself into me.

After what was probably the most humiliating thing I’ve ever seen anybody ever go through this fucking slut was soaking wet and panting as her son’s best friend fingered her.

I pulled my finger out and she groaned in protest.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”  I asked the panting milf knowing full well what the answer was.

“Oh yes please Sir yes.” She was panting even harder now.

I loved whenever I got a chance to fuck one of the harper girls because the drugs Bill kept them on made them desperate to cum but they were so well trained that they would never do it without permission.  They would just beg and beg and beg until you either let them or decided not to, which has resulted in the most visible examples of sexual frustrations I’ve ever seen.

I had an idea.

“Ok then come with me.”

The blonde whore jumped to her feet and followed me down the hall.  As I entered the bathroom that housed her soiled daughter she stopped.

“Come on.  In here.”  I said firmly enough to ensure no hesitation.  “On your knees”  I pointed to the ground and she obeyed.

What a view.  Behind Samantha there was a full wall mirror, in it I saw her mother’s face as she looked at her little girl.  Samantha’s face was plastered with dried piss and remnants of her mother’s shit from earlier, splashing around at the base of her funnel was about a liter of her mother’s enema and floating chunks of shit.  Everything she wasn’t forced to eat.  She was crying and looking to her mother for some sort of moral support.  In the reflection, I could see the sadness in Jessica’s eyes being overpowered by her insatiable drug-induced lust.  It was a battle she had no hope of winning, her lust would over power her.

I disrobed.  My cock was rock hard, as it had been since the start of the earlier ‘contest.’  I slid the head of my cock up and down Jessica’s dripping wet cunt.  She moaned deeply and the look in her face was one of pure ecstasy as she wiggled her ass back and forth desperately trying to make more contact with my throbbing dick.  After teasing her for a bit I finally plunged my penis in her to the hilt. 

“Oh godddddddddd ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” She was moaning with pure pleasure as she looked directly at the face of her suffering daughter.  All the sadness and compassion for Sam was gone, her lust had won out and there was no turning back.

I fucked her slow and deep.  Long slow thrusts gradually quickening.  After a matter of mere minutes I was fucking her at a good pace.

“Fuck me oh fuck me.”

She was a wild woman.

“NNNGHOOOODDDDDDDD YESSS!” she was screaming louder than anyone I had ever fucked.  I NEED to get some of this magical drug.

She was getting close.  I increased my tempo.

“NGHHHh UGHH UHHHh OHHH Ahhh Can..ughh…O God CAN I CUM  ughhh SIR!”  She could hardly form a fucking sentence.  I could see her eyes glazing over as she was driving toward the edge of an orgasm.

I pulled out.

“NOOOOOOOOO”  She was writhing around wiggling her ass back and forth and thrusting backward trying to fuck the air.  Damn.

“Come here”  I laid on my back and motioned for her to mount me which she did eagerly. 

She grabbed my dick and eased it into her hungry cunt.  But before she could start bucking away I pulled her into me.  I could feel her wanting pants on my neck as I whispered in her ear.

“If you want to cum here’s what you’ve gotta do.”  I could feel her summoning up all her powers of concentration.  “I’m going to fuck you doggy style and you’re going to verbally degrade and humiliate your daughter.  If I think you’ve done a good enough job then, AND ONLY THEN, will I let you cum.”

She didn’t even say anything, just got off my dick and onto her knees wagging her ass invitingly.  I got up and buried myself in her. 

She allowed herself a brief moan of pleasure then she got to work.

“Ugh Look at you…..you filthy fucking slut…..”

Both faces changed drastically.  Jessica had a mean lust fueled look on her face and Samantha was just shocked.

“ohm?”  She sounded so cute talking through that ring gag.

“FUCK YOU!”  She spat at her daughter.  “Look at you covered in shit and piss.  You deserve to be covered in shit and piss.”   

“MGMMMMMMM”  She ground herself into me.

“You’re a FUCKING TOILET.  That’s all you’re FUCKING good for!”

Samantha couldn’t believe her ears.  She was holding it together through all the torment.  Being pissed on, her mother expelling her enema on her face and being forced to swallow it up, but this drove her over the edge and she broke down in tears.

This had no effect on her crazed mother, she was on a mission.

“That’s right you worthless WHORE!  Cry about it you weak piece of shit FUCKING CRY ABOUT IT!”  Then she really surprised me.  She hawked up some phlegm and spit it in her daughters face, she hit her right between the eyes.  She actually spit in her own daughter’s face!

Samantha was bawling, I picked up my pace.

“This is what you deserve to be A FUCKING TOILET.  Maybe we should make you a terminate toilet!”

I could sense she was about to lose it so I started really giving it to her.

“UGHHHHHH AHHHHH YOU FUCKING SHIT WHORE GHHHHHH COCK SUCKING PISS SLUT…..FUCK!!!!  GOD DAMMIT YOU’RE A FUCKING WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT PISS COVERED SHIT COVERED TOILET CUNT-“

“CUM!”  I interrupted her but she kept going as she came.

“Fucking toilet CUUUNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT  UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAH” her pussy was convulsing and her whole body was shaking as she grinded herself into me.  I’ve never seen someone cum so hard.  I had to fight back cuming myself right there.  The one thing I’ve learned about these drugged up Harper girls it’s that the second cum is stronger than the first and they’re always more desperate to get it if you drive them to the edge a second time. 

She collapsed on the floor my dick still inside her.  Before I let her regain her composure and realize what she’d done though I started slowly pumping in and out of her again.

It didn’t take long for her to become responsive again and start matching my strokes with her own.  I was going to see how far I could push this.  I quickened my pace. 

“Ugh ..FUCK .. UGHHH”  she was slamming her ass backward in pace with me to get dick even deeper in her cunt. 

No more than 5 minutes later she was there.  Her desire was even stronger than it was before as she was moaning and fucking me back harder than anyone has before.

“CANNNNNN………IIIIIIIII……OH ugh godddd…….CUMMMMMM”  her voice was pulsating to match her quivering body.  Her daughter was looking on in a mixture of sadness and disgust but Jessica’s face was pure wanting.

I was at the edge too, had to hold on.

“I’ll give you a choice slut.”  I was gasping for air between each word. “You can cum but then Samantha here get’s 20 strokes from the cane.”  20 strokes from the cane was a lot….A LOT…..it was the maximum punishment anybody ever gave with it unless it was something REALLLY serious because any more would almost certainly cause long term damage. 

“Yes…oh god yes deal YESSSSS GOD YESSS.”  She didn’t even have to think about it.

“ommmmm oooooo!”  Her daughter’s muffled cries fell upon deaf ears.

“ok….CUMM!” 

She nearly broke my dick off she was slamming into me so hard.  The convulsions in her cunt were the most powerful I’d ever experienced.  She was screaming.  She was saying something, but I couldn’t understand her, it all came out as babbling.

The pulsating cunt throbbing around my dick and desperate tear soaked cries from her daughter drove me over the edge as slammed into her a final time filling her with my seed and we collapsed in a heap.  Our panting and Samantha’s crying were echoing through the small room.

After I recovered I pulled out of her and watched on as her face changed from pure bliss to utter shock and despair as she realized what she had done.

As I left to go tell the others of my experience I could hear her sobbing and begging her daughter for forgiveness.

Alex Harper:

After Katie and Becca went upstairs to clean themselves off I asked Daddy if I could go with them to help Becca.  The poor thing looked so scared, she was shaking like a leaf after that little contest the boys put on.  I was so happy that Mommy was able to win but I felt bad for Katie and especially for Becca.  EW!  I can’t even imagine how gross that would have been.  Smelling it was bad enough but to have it on you!

I was told that Becca’s room was the last one on the left and that she would be in the bathroom attached to her room.  I walked down the hallway, opened the door to her room, and entered.  Wow.  It looked like a princess’ room.  It was all pink and there were stuffed animals everywhere.  In the center of the room there was a four poster bed with drapes just like Cinderella’s.  It reminded me of the kind of room I wanted when I was a little girl. 

The sight of her beautiful room made me sad.  I realized how sheltered and innocent this little girl really was and I realized how horrible and traumatic tonight would be for her.  I remember the day Sammy and me became women.  It was the worst day of my life and I still have nightmares about it.  If tonight’s earlier activities were any indication of what to expect, I’d say Becca’s night will be at least twice as bad as mine was.

In the bathroom the tub was filling up and Becca was curled up in a ball in the corner crying and rocking back and forth.  Her hair was still caked with her mother’s shit.

“Shh It’s ok Becca, let me help you.” I tried my hardest to console her but I’m not sure if it be any use.

She looked up at me with her tear streaked face and I started to cry myself.  Seeing her naked and up close made me realize how tiny this girl really was.  I sat on the floor next to her and put my arm around her quivering body.

I easily picked her up, god was she tiny, and brought her to the tub.  I eased her in before getting in myself.  She seemed to calm down as I gently scrubbed her body.  Maybe I could make this evening a little less horrible for this sweet little angel by being there for her.

To be continued….

Thank you for reading!  I will be writing the conclusion to part two shortly and if there is positive feedback I will move on to additional parts.  Feel free to email me at andywilson2004@yahoo.com if you liked what you read or if you have any suggestions or critiques for me.