Part 12

Freddie grabbed Molly's arm and helped her stand, then led her towards the office. A fair approximation of Chrissy's voice spoke inside his head. <No, take her to the bedroom please. We're going to get her pregnant.>

He changed course and sub-vocalized back. <Are you sure? Is this the way you want to do it Baby?>

<I don't want to do it at all, but better to get it over with. If we don't come down on her hard, she'll keep acting up. I still love her, even after all she's done. I don't want her to die.> Chrissy shut the door behind them. "Stand her in the corner. Stay right there Mother, and don't move."

"Wait a minute...." Zap. Molly staggered and fell against the wall.

"Mother, please don't say or do anything until you're told to."

"But I...." Zap. Molly fell to the floor this time.

"Stand up and put your nose in the corner. Please don't fight me, I don't want to hurt you." Chrissy looked thoughtful. "That's not quite true Mother. After what you did, I do want to hurt you, I really, really do. I won't though, if you behave yourself."

Molly had made it to her knees. "I didn't do any...." Zap.

"Just be quiet. If you can't keep your mouth shut..."

"Chrissy, stop that," Molly called out, not even trying to stand up. Zap. Zap. Zap. She lay motionless on the floor, conscious, but too stunned to move or say anything.

Chrissy moved to stand over her mother. "Don't give me any more orders. The AI is watching and you'll be recycled if you keep that up." Molly stared up at her daughter, not seeming to comprehend. Chrissy nudged her with one booted foot. "Stand up and face the corner, don't say anything. It's not complicated, just do it." Chrissy turned away and hugged Freddie. He wrapped his arms around her and she laid her head on his chest. "Kitty?"

"Yes Chrissy?" The girl looked really nervous, so Freddie smiled at her hoping that would help. Kitty tried to smile back.

"Bring two chairs in here from the kitchen please," Chrissy said. Kitty practically ran out the door. <This is hard, I need your help. I thought about doing that good cop, bad cop routine, do you think you could be the good cop?>

<I can, don't you want me to be the heavy though? She's your mother....>

<She is my mother. That's why I have to be the bad cop.>

Freddie bent down and kissed his new wife. "I love you Baby" he whispered. <So, we'll stand her in the corner and make her sweat for a while? >

<That's the plan.>

<Okay Baby.> Freddie grabbed Molly's arm and heaved. She was a lot heavier than her daughter. "Get up," he said trying to make his voice as friendly as possible. "Just come on over here." He guided her to the corner. She tried to struggle, but he clamped down hard on her arms so she couldn't turn around, and whispered in her ear. "Do what she says, stand here and be quiet."

"Don't touch... Mmpfh." Molly's voice cut off as he clamped his hand over her mouth.

Freddie pushed her into the corner. "Don't turn around. The only reason she didn't throw you out an airlock last night is that your ex-husband and I talked her out of it. She still hasn't decided what she's going to do with you. You saw those movies, that can happen to you." She stopped struggling. "I'm going to let you go now, you just keep quiet, understand?" He waited until she nodded before relaxing his grip. "Don't move, don't talk, just try and relax. She's going to talk to you in a bit. You need to tell her the truth, tell her the truth about everything she asks. The AI can tell if you lie, and I'm sure she told it to let her know if you do."

Kitty came back into the room with a chair in each hand and looked at Chrissy questioningly. "Put those over here please," Chrissy told her and waved for Freddie to join them. He wound up on a chair with Chrissy kneeling up next to him and a trembling Kitty on his lap. "Kitty, did Gina tell you what we did last night?"

Kitty shook her head. "She didn't tell me anything."

Chrissy looked up at the ceiling. "AI, can you make it so Mom can't hear us?"

A shimmer appeared around Molly and then faded out. "There is a two-way sound barrier in place around the concubine Molly. Did you wish for it to be one way only?"

"No, that's fine, thank you." She knelt up higher and put one arm around Freddie's shoulders. With her other hand she brushed Kitty's hair back. "Kitty dear, my mom's being a problem." Kitty looked even more nervous, but she didn't say anything. "If Mom keeps acting the way she is now, she's gonna get herself killed. I'm mad at her for lying about Daddy all these years, but I don't want her to die." She leaned in and kissed Kitty gently. "Do you think you can help us?"

Kitty looked up at Freddie questioningly. When he nodded encouragement, she turned back to Chrissy. "I'll do anything I can."

"We need to help her... I need to... She's always done whatever she wanted. Daddy was gone a lot, so she made the rules at home. I think she hated it when he came home because he didn't have to do everything she told him. Like instead of taking her out for dinner like she wanted, he'd do a barbecue with us kids. I remember once she'd been after him to take her on a cruise, but he surprised her with a trip to Disney World for all of us."

"He sounds nice."

"He's the best Daddy ever, and she made him go away...." Chrissy had tears in her eyes and by the time she finished telling what Molly had done, Kitty did too.

"What... what are you going to do?" the younger girl asked. She still looked scared, but it was a different kind of scared.

Freddie gave her a squeeze and smiled. "Don't worry, it won't be that bad." When she looked up at him, he kissed her. She returned it hesitantly at first, then with enthusiasm. "I know about the things that guy made you do. I don't think it will get as bad as that."

"I'm going to be mean to her," Chrissy said. "Call her names, make her do stuff she doesn't like, maybe even spank her. Freddie is going to be nice to her, firm, but nice. You Dear, you're going to be a good example. Just do everything we tell you, can you do that for us please?" Kitty nodded. Chrissy stood up and took her hands. "You come and stand right here. Hands at your sides, just relax." Chrissy used her fingers to brush out Kitty's hair. "Perfect. Just remember, whatever we do, we're not mad at you." Chrissy sat on the chair, smoothed her trouser legs, and dug the stinger out of her pocket. "AI, let her hear us again."

The field gave a flicker as the AI shut it down. <Chrissy, want me to call her over?>

<No, I'll do it,> Chrissy sub-vocalized back. "Mother, come stand over here next to Kitty. Stand just like she is."

Molly obeyed sullenly. She looked huge next to Kitty's skinny frame, but even so she wasn't bad looking. While her tits sagged, a legacy of her four children, they were huge, even bigger than Chrissy's D-Cups. While Freddie didn't normally find himself attracted to big women like Molly, her body wasn't a turn off. He couldn't say the same about the furious look in her eyes though. Despite her obvious anger, she stood with her arms at her sides and kept quiet.

She wasn't completely hopeless then, Freddie had started to wonder. How a mother like her had produced someone as wonderful as Chrissy was beyond him. For that matter, what was her CAP score? He hadn't checked hers or Heather's or Megan's. Had Chrissy? She'd looked at his before she picked him, and had to have already known her sister's, but had she asked her mom? If she had, had her mother told her the truth? He knew his own sister had scored a 5.9 and that her friend Kitty had a 5.0, an average score. He hadn't looked at their subscores, but from what he understood even a 5.0 was pretty good for a fifteen-year-old. Part of the score was life experiences, and looking back on himself at fifteen, he'd learned quite a lot in the four years since then.

<AI,> he ordered, <display Molly's CAP score and subscores on the wall behind her. Tell Chrissy what they are before you do it.>

He looked over at Chrissy who nodded, giving him a small smile before she adjusted her glasses and looked them over. <Freddie, I never thought to ask, I can't believe her scores are that bad. > They were bad, too. The composite was a 3.4. Molly was disloyal, self-centered, somewhat sadistic, had a hard time taking orders coupled with a need to be in charge, and tended to see the world the way she wanted it to be instead of the way it really was. Her only bright spots were slightly above average raw intelligence, a decent nurturing score and a sex score that surprised him, given the way she'd behaved.

<The concubine Kitty's score, > the AI announced as it displayed her scores. Freddie imagined he could hear quotes around her name and a faint hint of disapproval of the practice of using nicknames.

"I needed a comparison." Chrissy whispered, ignoring the glare forming in her mother's eyes. Kitty had mostly average scores. She was kind of submissive, with a good sex score, no real surprises there. But fifteen-year-old Kitty had scores that potentially made her a better mother than thirty-eight year old Molly. He guessed that shouldn't have been very much of a surprise either, she'd pretty much taken care of her younger sisters since she was twelve. He looked from the fuming Molly to Kitty. The girl gave him a nervous smile. Chrissy must have noticed. "You're doing fine Kitty," she patted Freddie's lap. "Come sit here. AI, cut the display."

Molly boiled over just as Kitty snuggled up to Freddie's chest. "Why are you doing this?" she yelled. Kitty flinched and clung tighter to Freddie.

Zap. Chrissy shot her mother again. "Please be quiet Mother. I'm trying to decide what to do with you."

"Do with me? Young lady, let me tell you..." Another soft zap cut her protest short.

"I'm not sure," Chrissy kept talking as if her mother hadn't interrupted, "if I would have sponsored you if I'd realized the truth about what you'd done to Daddy." She silenced another outburst with a wave of the stinger. "I'd like to think I would have. No matter what you've done, you're still my mother."

Chrissy leaned back in her chair and studied the ceiling. She looked relaxed, but her grip on his arm told him she wasn't. Freddie held Kitty tight with his other arm. He could feel her tremble. "What options are you thinking of?" he asked in what he hoped was a calm, reassuring tone.

"Last night I felt like dumping her out an airlock," Chrissy glared at her mother, "but I'd regret it later. There are only two real choices anyway. I can keep her, or I can trade her for someone else; Megan or Aunt Heather probably, neither one of them would be as much trouble."

Privately Freddie agreed, but he didn't say that. She'd asked him to play 'good cop', so he thought a moment before he spoke up. "Why don't you let her decide? She was at that briefing, she knows the options and ought to be able to choose for herself."

Chrissy smiled and a gleam appeared in her eyes. "That's a wonderful idea. Mother. You are going to make a decision and stick to it. You get one chance to decide, now that you know everything, if you don't like the results you'll have no one to blame but yourself. Do you want to stay with our family and see your grandbabies get born or do you want to leave everything behind and make a new start? If you stay, you'll have to do everything Freddie and I tell you, and if you don't behave you'll be punished. If you go, you'll probably wind up in the brothel." She paused for a moment and a hologram appeared in the air between them, a digital timer, counting down. "You have one minute to decide."

Molly looked from the timer to her daughter then to Freddie and Kitty. As the timer passed thirty seconds, she glanced up and behind her to the left, about where the gravlift would be if she could see it through the wall. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she swallowed hard. With five seconds left, she blurted out, "I'll stay," then clapped her hands over her face and sobbed.

Freddie felt bad about it, but Chrissy just snorted. "I remember you doing that to Daddy too. You want to stay with us?" Her mother nodded. "Answer out loud mother. What do you want to do?"

"I want to stay with you."

"Put your hands down. Will you help raise your grandchildren?"

Molly slowly lowered her hands to her sides. "I will."

"Will you do what you're told?"

"I will."

"Will you have Freddie's babies?"

"I... I will."

There was a look in Molly's eyes that Freddie didn't like. Chrissy must have seen it too, because her voice changed. It got harder, colder. "You know you won't get to change your mind, don't you?"

They stared at each other, but Molly looked away first, dropping her eyes to the floor between them. "I know" she said quietly.

"Strip." Molly looked up, shocked. Chrissy raised the stinger. "I said strip."

Molly grabbed the fabric covering her belly and started to raise it, but stopped, her face red, and looked at Freddie. "I can't," she whispered, "I just can't."

Zap. "Do it."

Molly just shook her head. "I can't do it with him watching."

"Don't lie to me Mother." The exasperation in Chrissy's voice was clear. "You did it last night in front of him and a lot of other people. She raised her stinger, pointing it at her mother. "Just do it Mother, right now."

Freddie squeezed her hand. "Hang on Baby, it might be harder today because no one else is naked. Kitty, stand up and take off your shift."

Kitty sat up in his lap and kissed him. "I'll do anything you want." She stripped off her shift without even a blush. He got hard as she did, not so much because she had nice tits and her panties looked nice on her cute little ass, but because it was true. With all the things she'd already done, she probably would do anything he could think of. Kitty stood at attention next to Chrissy's mom, her C-cup tits proudly on display, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. Knowing she would do whatever he told her was a big turn on, but at the same time the responsibility scared him.

For a moment he thought it would work, but something in Molly's expression clued him in. Molly hadn't stopped because she was ashamed. She'd just shifted tactics in her attempt to stay in charge. Chrissy didn't seem to have been fooled for a moment. "Kitty dear," she said, "help her take it off."

Kitty grabbed the older woman's shift and started to lift it. Molly had a lot of muscle under her fat and when she slapped Kitty's face it sounded like a gunshot. Kitty staggered and fell to the floor. "Don't touch me you fucking slut!"

Zap, zap zap.... Chrissy fired the stinger wildly. Her mother went down in a heap, but Kitty, who was lurching dazedly back to her feet went down as well. Freddie jumped up, but Chrissy beat him there. "I'm so sorry Kitty," she said, kneeling and hugging the girl, "I didn't mean to hit you."

Kitty shook her head, like she was trying to clear it. "It's okay, it didn't really hurt, it just knocked me down." She raised a hand to touch her cheek where a red handprint was rapidly blossoming. "This hurt a lot more."

"Hrm." Chrissy looked thoughtful for a moment, then handed the stinger to Freddie. "Shoot me with this please." When he hesitated, she explained. "I have to know how much it really hurts. I think... I think she's pretending it hurts more than it really does." It made sense, but he was afraid she was right. He aimed carefully and shot her in the leg. She twitched and fell. "That hardly hurt at all." She paused for a moment talking to the AI. "Thank you for telling me Kitty, I needed to know that. I'm still sorry though, it was an accident. Will you please go over to the replicator and get the stuff the AI is making for me?"

Both the girls stood up and Kitty hurried over to the replicator. Chrissy put her hand out and he handed the stinger back to her. <Now what? > he asked.

<Now it gets ugly. I hate to do it, but I need to. > Her mother watched them both warily from the floor, starting to sit up. Chrissy shot her again, twice, and the woman collapsed again, laying on her side. Now that he was looking for it, he could tell she was still watching them from under her lashes. Chrissy kicked her mother in the arm. It wasn't a wild kick like the night before, but it was hard enough to make Molly scream in pain. "Get on your stomach, Mother."

Molly didn't move until her daughter kicked her again, then groaning, she obeyed. Chrissy sat on her back and grabbed her hands, forcing them behind her. Kitty brought over a pair of handcuffs, holding them out hesitantly. Chrissy smiled grimly, took them and clicked them around her mother's wrists.

"No, don't do this, please, I'm your moth..." Molly's voice cut off in a hiss of pain as Chrissy punched her just below the ribs.

"Not one more word comes out of your mouth until I tell you. Nod if you understand me." Chrissy waited until her mother nodded, then got off her back. "Stand up, Mother." Molly groaned and struggled, but with Freddie helping managed to get to her feet. Chrissy gestured to Kitty, who'd gotten a big pair of scissors from somewhere. "Cut it off."

With two snips of the scissors and a tug of Kitty's thin hand, the shift fell away to pool at Molly's ankles. She'd looked better with the shift on. Where Chrissy was nicely rounded, her mother had rolls of fat, drooping over a thick tangled patch of pubic hair.

As calmly as he could, Freddie commented, "You should have just done what she told you, it would have gone a whole lot easier."

"A whole lot," Chrissy confirmed, her voice icy cold. She opened a drawer and pulled out a thick leather belt. "See this, Mother? It's just like the one you used on us when you wanted us to send Daddy to jail." She doubled it over in both hands and pulled them apart fast, making it crack. "I wasn't going to bring this out, but I had it ready just in case you got stupid." Molly stared at her, horrified, but she didn't say anything. "Why would you do that?" Chrissy demanded. "Why did you want us to lie?"

Molly didn't say anything, but took half a step backwards, shaking her head. Chrissy cracked the belt again. "I did it for you, to protect you," Molly blurted out. "That bastard..."

Chrissy swung the belt hard. Molly doubled over as the belt struck her stomach. Chrissy swung again, hitting her across her back, and the woman fell to the floor. With her foot on her mother's neck, she struck twice more across Molly's fat ass. "I told you not to talk about Daddy like that. I also told you not to lie to me. You were mad at him because he came inside you, isn't that the truth?" She smacked the belt across her mother's broad ass again. "Isn't it?"

"Y...yes." The word came out like it choked her.

Chrissy backed off and let the belt dangle full length to the floor. "Now you are going to apologize to Kitty. Crawl over and tell her you're sorry for what you did."

Molly had a hard time doing it with her hands cuffed behind her, but eventually she got there. "I'm sorry for hitting you." To Freddie's ears, she didn't sound very sorry. Kitty didn't look like she believed it either, she looked first to him and then to Chrissy for direction.

Chrissy shook her head. "What about for calling her a slut? Aren't you sorry about that? Kitty, how did that make you feel?"

Kitty opened her mouth, then hesitated. "Go on," Freddie told her, "just tell the truth."

"I... I didn't mind that so much, I guess I kinda am."

"What about getting hit? Did you mind that?" Chrissy asked.

Kitty's hand went to her cheek. "I didn't like it. I wouldn't mind a spanking, but not with a belt."

Chrissy got her 'thinking look' again. "You are a slut though, aren't you? You'll do anything Freddie tells you, won't you?" Kitty nodded. "You know what? I was a virgin until last night, but I'm Freddie's slut, just like you and Gina. We're going to take good care of our man." She kicked her mother again, more of a nudge than a real kick. "I think my mother is a slut too. Will you help us find out please?"

"Okay...."

"Help her to her knees." The two of them each grabbed an arm, lifting Molly enough so that she could kneel up. "Take off your panties and go sit in my chair please. If you could sit back down, Freddie? I won't hurt her if she does what I tell her, I know it bothers you." She waited for the two of them to sit down, Kitty leaning on him and holding his arm, before she continued. She took her mother's dirty-blonde hair in her hand and tilted her head back, forcing Molly to look up. "Tell me the truth Mother. Did you give Daddy blowjobs?"

"Yes." When Chrissy raised the belt, she changed her answer. "Sometimes! On his birthday or our anniversary, if he was home for them."

"Did you like doing it?"

"N..." she looked at the belt. "Sometimes, before I found out it was exploitation. It... Aaaaah!" She broke off again as Chrissy whipped the belt across her huge sagging tits.

"Tell me the truth Mother."

"Okay, okay," she sobbed, "I liked it after too, but I told him I didn't."

"That's good, I won't hurt you for telling the truth, but no name calling either. Did you ever do anything with women?"

Molly opened her mouth, closed it, then finally answered. "During his last few deployments, with one of the professors at school."

Freddie saw that the news had shaken Chrissy. "After all you said to us, you did something like that..." Chrissy looked at the belt in her hand, then back at her mother. "All the times you accused him of cheating on you, and you were cheating on him."

"He didn't understand me the way she did."

It must have been true, because although Chrissy raised the belt, she didn't use it. Instead she twisted her mother's head so Molly had to look at Freddie and Kitty. Chrissy looked away and wiped her eyes. <I hate her more now than I ever did before.>

<You still love her though, I know you do.> He told her.

<I do, I just...> She looked back down at her naked, handcuffed mother. "It's time for you to finish your apology Mother. You need to apologize to Kitty, a real apology this time, and because Kitty belongs to my husband, you need to apologize to him too. Go to them on your knees and apologize, right now.

To Freddie's surprise she did it without arguing. "I'm sorry for how I behaved." Her voice was meek, and her face was contrite, but she couldn't hide the feelings in her eyes.

"Right, now you make it up to them." Chrissy undid the fastening on his pants and pulled his dick out. He was mostly soft. Chains and whips didn't turn him on, neither did the sight of a fat woman being beaten with a belt. Chrissy's soft hands and warm wet lips soon had him hard again though. "Your turn Mother." To Freddie she added, <Stop her before you cum please. The AI says she can get pregnant today and I think we should do it in just a little bit. We'll put her on the bed after she apologizes.> She looked down at her mother. "I told you it's your turn, make it up to him."

Molly glared up at him. "I can't" Chrissy had been waiting for her to refuse. Whack! The belt cracked on Molly's ass and she screamed. Freddie felt Kitty's fingers dig into his arm and put a hand on hers to comfort her.

"Do it now, Mother."

"But..." Another crack of the belt cut her off.

"Do it."

Molly leaned forward and took him in her mouth. It wasn't a bad feeling, but she wasn't as good as any of the other concubines. She wasn't even as good as Chrissy, who hadn't touched a dick until yesterday. Something told him she could do it better, but he didn't say anything, Chrissy would feel obligated to do something about it. "That's enough Molly. Kitty's the one you hurt, you can make it up to her."

Kitty reluctantly lowered her feet to the floor and spread her legs. Chrissy had to hit her mom just once more, but once she got going she really got into it. Kitty's thin body quivered and shook while Molly ate her out. Chrissy knelt behind her mother and slipped her hand between her mother's legs. Molly squealed and jumped. Chrissy smacked her mother's ass with the doubled up belt again. "You make her cum Mother, or I'll beat your ass raw." She put her hand between her mother's legs again, making Molly squirm, then stood up with a smile. "I knew you were a slut Mother." Chrissy grabbed her mother's hair and pulled her away from the fifteen-year-old. "Look at this," she said holding up her fingers, "you get wet sucking your son-in-law's dick and eating out a girl young enough to be your daughter." She waved her fingers in front of her mother's face. "Suck them clean."

Molly hesitated again. "I..."

"You'll do it, right now. You're a worse slut than any of the rest of us." When Molly didn't move she popped her mother on the butt with the belt again. When her mother's mouth opened, Chrissy stuffed her fingers inside. Once her fingers were clean, she pushed her mother's face back into Kitty's crotch, then took off her uniform tunic, tossed it on the floor and straddled Freddie's lap.

He kissed her, while she rubbed her crotch up and down his erection, then whispered in her ear. "I love you Baby." Beside them Kitty held his arm and Molly's hair while she gasped her way to a shuddering orgasm.

Freddie had his hands up the back of Chrissy's t-shirt and was kissing her neck, when she ordered her mother to the bed. "I think we should get her pregnant now, can you do it?"

Kissing her and hearing Kitty cum had kept him hard. "I guess so," he said, "I'd rather get you pregnant."

"I'd rather it was me too," she said, blushing. It was amazing, she couldn't talk about sex without her cheeks turning red, but she had no problem actually doing it. She led him over to the bed and with Kitty's help moved her mother into position. Chrissy knelt and cuffed one of Molly's legs to a bedpost while Kitty took care of the other. "Do it Freddie, fuck my slutty mother. Make her cum. Show her how much of a slut she is."

Molly, looking dazed, protested feebly. "I don't want to be pregnant again, please... give me some time at least... Please Chrissy... Please?"

Freddie had wondered why a bed on a starship would have bedposts, now he knew. The posts had built in attachment points for the lines Chrissy and Kitty used to tie Molly down with. The girls wedged a couple of pillows under her, then Chrissy knelt with one knee on each side of her mother's head and looked down into the woman's tear filled eyes. "You're a slut, Mother. All those times you lectured us. All the times you told Daddy how horrible he was because he wanted to love you, and you were cheating on him."

She laid her palms lightly on Molly's nipples, keeping her hands flat and moving them in slow gentle circles until Molly moaned with pleasure, then grabbed the woman's huge tits, squeezing hard. "You're going to be a pregnant slut now, and once you're pregnant..." Chrissy stopped talking and looked away, but her hands kept kneading her mother's massive breasts. "Once you're pregnant you'll have to beg to have him inside you again. You'll have to tell us what a slut you really are and beg for it on your knees."

"Never," Molly whispered. Her face was defiant, but there was fear in her eyes. "I'll never do that."

"You will." Chrissy sounded confident. "Go ahead Freddie, make her cum once or twice before you do." His wife pulled Kitty in for a kiss, then pushed the younger girl down. "Suck on my mother's tits, show her how good it can feel to be a slut."

Fucking Molly wasn't the same as the others. It felt too much like rape. Even though she came and came again, she kept protesting until Chrissy gagged her with Kitty's discarded panties. She actually came four times before Freddie managed to get a nut off. Just because he could bring her body to orgasm didn't mean she wanted him. He hoped he'd gotten her pregnant, because he didn't want to have to fuck her again. He moved off her and sat on the side of the bed, looking away.

<I promised Kitty she could be on top, you okay with that?> Chrissy asked him through the AI link.

<Yeah, that's fine.> Freddie answered. <I'd rather be alone with you though Baby.>

Chrissy grabbed Kitty by her hair, pulling her way from Molly's nipple. She gave the younger girl a kiss. "You're doing fine Kitty, If you can get Freddie hard again, he'll let you ride him like you wanted."

Kitty bounced eagerly off the bed, knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. He started to get hard right away. Kitty really wanted him inside her, and that made a real difference.

When she had him fully extended and aching to plunge himself inside her, Freddie took Kitty's hand and stood her in front of him. Her perky nipples were even with his nose, and he pulled her to him and sucked on one gently. "Please," she moaned, "I want it so bad." He didn't say anything, just scooted back on the bed, turning as he moved so his shoulder ended up leaning on one of Molly's tied legs, and pulled Kitty to him.

Behind the naked fifteen-year-old, Chrissy looked at him and smiled. "Make it good for her. She's been a really good girl today." She looked down at her mother and frowned. "You on the other hand..." Chrissy lifted the thick leather belt and looked at it. "You've been very, very bad. I'm going to ask you questions now, and you're going to tell me the truth about everything, or I'll use this on you some more." She took the gag out and started asking her mother questions.

Freddie kissed the trembling girl on top of him. He didn't like what Chrissy was doing to her mother, even though he knew something had to be done. He hated that Kitty had to see it, but intellectually he could see why Chrissy wanted an audience. "It's going to be okay," he murmured to the terrified girl. "Nobody is mad at you. Do you trust me?" She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes staring searchingly into his and nodded, then she flinched as the belt slapped against Molly's skin with a sharp crack.

"I told you not to lie to me," Chrissy said in a voice as cold as ice. "Why did you marry Daddy?"

"Because I was pregnant." Molly's voice was defiant, but even he could tell she was afraid and hiding something with her answer.

Chrissy stared down and lifted the belt. "Tell me the rest." Molly hesitated, and Chrissy hit her again.

Molly screamed in pain, then as Chrissy lifted the belt to hit her again, she blurted, "I got pregnant on purpose so I wouldn't have to live with your grandma anymore."

Chrissy looked up at the ceiling, took a deep shuddering breath and let it out slowly. "I thought it was something like that. It was your idea to sleep with him wasn't it? You were seventeen, my age, and you seduced him, then made him marry you. That's what happened isn't it?"

"I... I didn't have to make him. When I told him I was pregnant he told me he loved me and asked me to marry him."

Chrissy lowered the belt. "I'm not going to punish you for telling the truth. I'm going to have to punish you for what you did, but I won't punish you for the truth. I know what you did, but telling me the details won't make your punishment worse. I'm not going to tell you what I'd like to do, and I don't know what I'm going to do, but if you make me understand why you did what you did, and don't lie about anything things won't get worse and they might get better."

During the conversation, Freddie kissed his sister's best friend trying to distract her. She squirmed against him, wiggling her hips trying to get his dick inside her hungry pussy. "Please," she whimpered, "please fuck me, I need it so bad."

He kissed her one more time, then let her go. "Go ahead. It's okay. You've been a good girl and deserve to be happy."

Kitty rode him a long time. Her pussy felt so good, and she had a way of squeezing him that probably would have made him cum quick, despite all the sex beforehand, except for one thing. The questions and answers were a distraction, and every whack of the belt and scream of pain was like a bucket of cold water poured over him.

Finally, Chrissy stopped her questions. Kitty had already cum three times by then and the frantic gallop she'd started with had slowed to a gentle walk. She lay on him, her nipples hard against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay," he told her, "you can stop any time you want." That was something he'd never told a girl during sex.

"No," Kitty said. Her hips still moved up and down as she kissed his neck. "Cum for me, please, fill me up. Give me your baby so I know you really want to keep me."

Chrissy was off the bed now, pulling off her boots and pants. "Give her a baby Freddie. She's been good and deserves a reward." She glared at her mom. "See, Kitty's a good little slut. You... you don't really believe you're a slut, do you?" When Molly didn't answer, she picked up the belt again. "Do you?"

"No."

"Ha! The AI says you aren't sure." Chrissy doubled the belt and made it crack against itself. "If you aren't sure, you should say that. Answers of 'yes' or 'no' are both lies if you don't know. She tapped her mother's tit with the belt. "I'm going to ask again, this time tell me the truth instead of what you think I want to hear. Do you believe you are a slut like Kitty? Like Gina? Like M.... Do you believe you are a slut?"

"I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Chrissy demanded.

"I'm afraid I am a slut. I don't want to be, but I'm afraid it's true." Molly broke down in sobs.

"AI, have Gina come down here. Ask Harriet to please stay upstairs with the kids. They can do anything they want but need to stay upstairs." She pulled off her t-shirt to reveal her magnificent breasts. Then, wearing only a silky pair of panties, she climbed on the bed and straddled her mother's hips, the doubled leather belt clenched tight in one hand. "We're going to find out for sure. We're going to prove to you that you're a slut so you won't have any doubts." Supporting herself by grabbing her mother's tits, she leaned down and kissed Molly on the forehead. "No one will have any doubts at all."

It was too much and Freddie came, spurting deep inside Kitty's fertile womb.