Part 13

Kitty held Freddie tighter, her head on his chest. His now flaccid prick slipped out of her tight warm pussy with a wet smack on his leg. Kitty let out a soft moan of complaint, but didn't move or say anything. Could she already know Chrissy well enough to understand what that calm, clipped tone meant?

"Gina," Chrissy said, "our mother is a slut, and we're going to prove it." She pointed between her mother's spread legs. "Take off your shift and show her what a slut you are. Lick your mother and make her cum. Show her that she's just a slut who gets off having sex with her own daughter."

Gina hesitated, but wilted under Chrissy's stare. She climbed between her mother's legs and tentatively licked. Molly squeaked and tried to squirm away but, tied as she was, she didn't manage to move more than an inch. "No," she whined, "it's not right. Don't do this."

Chrissy grabbed both of her mother's nipples and twisted, making Molly squeal. "Shut up Mother. Don't bother complaining, I know you want it." She stood up on the bed and peeled her panties off. They had a wet spot in the crotch. "Kitty, take my place. Mother is going to suck Freddie's cum out of you." Chrissy's bright pink blush spread down to her breasts as she gave the order.

"No, that's disgusting," Molly complained.

Kitty moved into place, but Molly turned her head so that Freddie's cum dripped onto her cheek. Chrissy took Kitty's hands and placed them on Molly's nipples. "Twist them until she does it," Chrissy ordered. "If she stops before you cum, twist them harder."

Kitty nervously grabbed Molly's erect nipples between her thumbs and the first knuckle of her index fingers. Molly yelped, then screamed as Kitty twisted as hard as she could. "You need to do what Chrissy says," she admonished the woman. "Do what she says." Molly yelped again as Kitty took a firmer grip, getting ready to twist them again. Then it was Kitty's turn to yelp as Molly latched onto her fifteen-year-old pussy and started sucking for all she was worth.

Chrissy kissed the younger girl. "Good girl, you're doing fine." She knelt between Freddie's legs. "Okay if I have a turn?"

Freddie nodded. "Please." He hadn't liked the beating she'd given her mother, but the moans of the others and Molly's occasional muffled yelp of pain/pleasure were a turn on. Between the sexy scene beside them and Chrissy's rapidly improving blow-job skills he was soon hard again.

Chrissy crawled on top of him, kissing her way up to his neck. "I never thought I'd say something like this, but Kitty tastes real good on you," she murmured as she teased the tip of his cock with her pussy lips. He gasped as she slid slowly down, impaling herself on his pole. Chrissy put her hands on his chest and leaned up so he could see her face, a look of rapture in her clear blue eyes.

It was so much better with her. She moved slowly, teasing him and herself with the gentle motion, both of them enjoying the shared connection. Beside them Molly came again, screaming both from the orgasm and because Kitty twisted her nipples when she stopped sucking. Chrissy sped up, her eyes glazing over as she neared her own peak. She moaned as she came, slowed and then sped up as she recovered. "Cum for me Freddie," she panted. "Cum for me, give me a baby too." Freddie deliberately held off, clenching so that he wouldn't, even though he wanted to.

Beside them Kitty screamed "Yes! Yes!" and twisted Molly's nipples. "Keep sucking!" she demanded.

Hearing the girl cum did something to Chrissy and she came again. While she was still cumming, Freddie bucked into her hard, extending her orgasm while she bounced on top of him. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed; not as hard as last time, but still hard. She screamed, "Harder, faster. Squeeze my tits." He did, and soon filled her womb with spurts of hot semen.

When she recovered, she slapped her mother on the stomach. "Time to switch. Gina, please come clean Freddie off so he can go do his sleep training. Kitty, take her place please. Mother, you get to eat some more of his cum." Molly moaned. "You're such a slut Mother. Look at you all excited to eat your son-in-law's cum out of your daughter's pussy." Chrissy carefully didn't look at her mother as the girls switched places, probably so her mother couldn't see how red her face was.

Chrissy sat on her mother's face and twisted Molly's nipples to get her started. "Oh... yeah... You're good at this slut." She looked at Freddie, smiled and winked. <She's not as good as you, Darling. You don't mind doing the sleep training first do you? I want to finish this up so I don't have to do it again.>

Gina's tongue on his still sensitive cock head made it hard to answer, but he managed. <That's fine, Baby. It looks like your idea is working, you did great at pretending to be the 'bad cop'.> When Gina finished cleaning him off, he was hard again. She tried to climb on him like her sister had, but he pushed her away. "Not now," he told her. "Stay here and help Chrissy with your mom."

"Come here and kiss me, Sis, then both of you can suck on my tits while our slutty mother eats Freddie's cum out of my pussy." Chrissy turned an even brighter shade of red as she said it, but there was no way her mother was going to notice.

Freddie wanted to stay and watch, but they had to stick to their schedule. He did take one last look before he shut the door on his way out. It was quite a sight, the two girls playing with Chrissy's D-cups while her mother slurped cum from her teenage daughter.

He walked naked through the living room and into the office. It wasn't like there was any reason not to. Harriet was upstairs and would keep the kids there, she was good about things like that. As for the others, he liked for them to see him that way, especially the way Chrissy's eyes lit up. He loved the feeling of connectedness they had. There was a weaker feeling with Gina, but it was definitely there. There had even been a little touch of something with Chrissy's mom, there at the end. Once she got into it that is. He knew that for sure, because despite Kitty's skill in bed and knowing her and liking her for a long time, there was just nothing there.

The sleep trainer was cool on his skin as he lay down in it. He gave the order for the session to start, and a rush of images filled his mind.

Freddie came out of the sleep training fuzzy headed. His mind was full of military protocol and acronyms. He couldn't really remember how it got there, but he knew a lot of stuff he didn't before. He wished he could have used the sleep trainer in school, but there was one problem. Supposedly he'd been asleep, but he didn't feel rested at all. Horny, on the other hand....

There was no one in the living room, so he went into the bedroom. It felt really strange to know he was going to get laid. He had his pick of three girls; well, four if you counted Molly. Unless she changed her attitude he wasn't going to do it with her any more than he had to. It was too much like rape, even though she enjoyed it once she got going. Fortunately, the AI said it was virtually certain she was already pregnant. That meant he didn't have to go through that again. Sex with Gina and Kitty was great, both of them really knew how to fuck. He really wanted to do it again with Chrissy though, and he hoped that she wouldn't be too sore.

The door slid open and he heard a scream of pain. He ran inside to see Molly on her knees with her face buried in Gina's crotch and her ass high in the air. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, and her feet were chained together with about eighteen inches of chain. Chrissy stood on the floor facing the bed and gestured to Kitty. The black-haired fifteen-year-old knelt on the bed behind Molly and moved her hips forward tentatively.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." Molly whined

"It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd relax." Chrissy told her.

"Please! Don't do this."

"None of this would have happened if you'd kept your mouth shut." Chrissy nodded to Kitty, and the slim black-haired girl grabbed Molly's hips and shoved forward, burying the strap-on in one thrust.

Molly screamed in pain, and tried to move away. Chrissy's arm swung the belt overhand and it cracked down on the small of Molly's back just below her cuffed hands. At the same time, Kitty jammed her hips forward again. Molly gasped for breath, unable to scream.

"Shut up and take it you fucking slut!" Chrissy yelled. She started to whip her mother with the belt again, but at the look on Freddie's face, she stopped. Instead, with shaking hands, she looped the belt around Molly's neck and pulled it tight. "If you don't shut up, Mother, I'll pull this tight enough that you won't be able to scream."

Panic filled Molly's eyes and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming as Kitty pounded into her from behind. The strap-on wasn't all that big, smaller than Freddie's dick, but Kitty was fucking the woman's ass with it.

Soon, Molly's expression changed, and so did the tone of her stifled moans. "I told you you were a slut, didn't I Mother?" Chrissy's voice was almost calm. "Keep going Kitty dear. Fuck my slutty mother's butt. She's going to cum soon, aren't you, Mother?"

"Oh god, oh god, yes. Don't stop, please. Oh... please... Faster! Ahhgh...."

Molly's scream of pleasure cut short as Chrissy yanked the belt tight. "All this time," Chrissy hissed into her mother's ear, "all this time and it was all a lie. All the times you yelled at Gina about going out with boys, all the nasty things you said about Daddy. The way you punished Paul when you caught him playing with himself. What you said to me when I told you about my dreams. All the time you were worse than any of us. You lied to us all our lives, didn't you?"

Molly, her face red from her orgasm and lack of air, nodded and whined.

<Come stop me, please.> Chrissy subvocalized to him while she tightened the belt further. <I can't do this much longer.> Molly, no longer able to breathe at all, bucked frantically trying, to escape her bonds.

Freddie sprinted the few steps to the bed. "That's enough, Baby." He grabbed Chrissy and pulled the belt out of her hands. "That's enough. She's going to behave now, aren't you Molly?"

As the belt worked itself loose, Molly inhaled and managed to wheeze "I'll... be good."

Chrissy smacked her mother in the ass with her hand. "You better, and I'm going to make sure." She grabbed Kitty's thin waist and pushed the girl forward, impaling the dildo firmly into her mother's rectum, then undid the straps. Kitty helped her to adjust the straps around Molly, making sure it wouldn't fall out, then the three girls stood her up.

Molly's tear-streaked face was wary, but she didn't seem to be broken. There was still a hint of defiance around her eyes. "I promise I'll be good, you don't have t...." Crack. Chrissy slapped Molly's face hard, then forced the ball-gag back into her mouth. She strapped it tight around her mother's head. The leather dug cruelly into Molly's cheeks.

Chrissy handed the end of the belt to Kitty so she could use it as a leash. "Take her upstairs, she needs to make you and Harriet cum twice each, every day. If she won't do it, beat her with the belt until she does." Kitty started to ask a question, but Chrissy touched a finger to the girl's lips and kept talking. "There is a cage up in your room. Keep her chained up unless she is in it, and put the chains on again before you let her out. I don't want to see her again, I don't want anyone but you and Harriet to see her again, until we tell you different. You can do anything you want to her. I don't care if you spank her all day long. You can make her drink your piss and eat your shit if that's what you want to do. Don't kill her and don't break any bones."

She grabbed her mother by the hair and looked into the woman's now terrified eyes. "The only reason you aren't dead right now is because I promised Gina not to kill you." Chrissy shoved Molly toward the door. "Gina, you go upstairs first, make sure no one is in the hallway. I don't want the kids to see her."

The three started out of the room. Freddie couldn't tell if Gina or Molly was more shocked and scared. Kitty just looked resigned. "Wait!" he ordered. "Just take her upstairs and put her in the cage. Don't do anything else. Don't even talk to her. I'll come up and explain things in a little bit." He took Chrissy's trembling hand and turned her to face him. Turned her away, so she couldn't see the red stripes she'd put on her mother's white skin. Chrissy looked very pale and her eyes were full of unreadable emotion.

Chrissy kept herself together until the door closed, then sprinted for the bathroom. Freddie followed her, arriving at the door just in time to see her bend over the toilet and puke. A stream of acid smelling vomit splashed into the bowl. Chrissy let out a quiet wailing sob, fell to her knees, and let loose with another stream. He knelt next to her, gathered her blonde hair in his hands and held it out of the way. She degenerated into dry heaves, and then into body wracking sobs. A pervasive sick-sweet smell filled the air, and quiet fans spun into life in the ceiling.

"Talk to me Chrissy," Freddie said.

"I..." she didn't look at him and except for that one word didn't manage to say anything else. She just clung to him and cried. They were both naked, but there was nothing erotic about the situation at all.

Freddie pulled her into the shower and turned it on. <AI, make us a bottle of scotch.>

<If Chrissy is intoxicated, she will not be able to take the scheduled sleep training,> The AI warned.

<Just give us enough to relax her, not enough to get her drunk,> Freddie replied. He gently washed the vomit from Chrissy's hair, and scrubbed the sweaty smell of fear from her body. When he was done, he wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and carried her to the bed. With his back against the head of the bed, he held her on his lap. Chrissy clung to him as he picked up the unlabeled plastic bottle one handed, and popped the top off with his thumb. He held the bottle to her lips, it looked like it held about two ounces. "Drink this, Baby, it will help."

Chrissy shook her head. "No."

"Do it Baby, you need it." Reluctantly, she took a swallow, then made a face. Freddie tilted the bottle again, until it was upside down. "Come on Baby, drink the rest." Chrissy started to push the bottle away, but when he told her to, she swallowed obediently. She looked like a little girl taking medicine.

Chrissy started crying again. It took him a while to understand what she was saying. "I'm bad, I'm evil." over and over again.

"You did what you had to do, Baby."

Chrissy shook her head and sobbed. Her tears fell on his chest. "No, wanted to do what I did. I hate her so much. If Gina hadn't begged me to stop, I might have beaten her to death. Hitting her made me feel good. I made her drink my piss and I came while she did it. I shouldn't feel that way. I don't want to feel that way." She broke down then, once again unable to speak.

Freddie held her until she'd wound down to an occasional muffled whimper; then, because he couldn't think of anything else to do, he kissed her. "I love you, Baby."

"How can you love me?" she looked up at him red eyed, tears streaking her cheeks. "I'm just like her. I'm worse than her."

"No, you're not," he told her, "you're a good girl, and you're doing what you need to do to save her life." Chrissy started to object again, but he silenced her with his mouth. After a long moment, he came up for air. Chrissy's eyes gleamed with tears, lust and longing hope. He kissed her again, left arm holding her to him. His right hand slid down the smooth soft skin of her back, across her plush ass and down her leg. When he reached her knee, he traced his way up the inside of her thigh.

"Uhhm," Chrissy moaned with desire and opened her legs. Freddie stroked her pussy lips with his fingertips, brushed his thumb over her clit, and dipped his middle finger inside. She was hot, wet, and ready.

<In order to complete the schedule planned for today, Private Martin must begin her sleep training session,> the AI announced.

"Dammit," Chrissy said, her speech a little slurred, "I want you inside me sho bad." She kissed him again, then knelt up straddling him. She pushed his head down with one hand, and lifted a tit to his mouth with the other. "Umm... You make me feel sho good. I don' wanna go, I wan' you to fuck me again. I wan' you to fuck me hard and make me cum."

"I want that too Baby. We can do that as soon as you finish, I promise." Freddie switched to her other nipple.

"Do I havta?" She sounded like a little girl. For some reason that turned him on, but he didn't think she was doing it on purpose.

<AI, is she drunk?> he asked, kissing Chrissy again. She caught his tongue in her mouth and sucked on it. He dipped his finger inside her, rubbing her G-spot, while he nibbled on her lower lip.

<Private Martin is moderately intoxicated. Apparently she is more susceptible to alcohol than the medical screening indicated. Her sleep training will take approximately twenty percent longer as nanites will need to be used to remove the alcohol from her bloodstream prior to the initiation of the session,> the AI replied. <It is important that she begin her session shortly.>

<Can't it wait?> He kissed his way down her neck while sliding his fingers over her clit. An experimental suck left a bright pink mark on her white skin.

<Delay is highly inadvisable.>

Freddie pushed his wife onto her back and kissed his way down her body. <Why is it so damn important?>

<That information is not available at this time.>

Fuck! It better be damn important, he thought. "Come on Baby, you gotta go to class."

"I don' wanna."

Freddie didn't want to either, she was so hot. He'd better get her in the tube though. "Come on Chrissy." He stood and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. "Baby, we have some free time on the schedule this afternoon, we'll spend it together, just you and me." Chrissy's legs wobbled, and she nearly fell, would have fallen except for his arms around her. He was hard, he wanted her so bad, but they had to wait.

She looked up at him. "Promise?"

He scooped her up in his arms. "I promise, Baby."

"'Kay." She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his chest. "Don' forget." She was asleep by the time he carried her into the office.

"Open up the tube," he ordered the AI. The cover slid back and he laid her tenderly on the padded surface.

Chrissy stirred, clinging tightly to his neck. As he gently pried her arms loose, she whispered, "Don' go 'way 'g'in Daddy...."