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From: "Phil Phantom" <PP@PhilPhantom.Com>
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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: The Bradley Bunch
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 22:10:07 -0500
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                        The Bradley Bunch
                        By: Phil Phantom
                      HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

When husband, Barry Bradley, raped Sarah's sixteen-year-old daughter
in her bedroom, crisis erupted in a marriage that wasn't three weeks
old. The man was a monster and his three sons who loved it were three
little monsters - way ta go, Dad, nailed the bitch good. Sarah wasn't
expecting this result when she merged the two families. She fantasized
her three girls and his three boys making a Brady Bunch family. Barry
even had a live-in housekeeper and a big shaggy dog. Not only that,
Barry was a successful architect. It all seemed so ideal, so right, so
they merged.

The girls were all blonde, just like their mother, the youngest one in
curls. The mom was even a petite, mousy, short cropped blonde - al
Florence Henderson look-alike and act-alike.

The eldest daughter, Marsha, would even make a good Marsha Brady. Thin
with long blonde hair that she brushed exactly one hundred strokes
each night, a cheerful smile, wholesome good looks, excellent teeth
and posture, chewed her food with her mouth closed, virgin, didn't
cuss, great legs, tight ass, and much better tits. In the tit
department, the real Marsha had it all over the TV Marsha. Picture
Marsha Brady at sixteen with a nice set of proud D's' with the kind of
nipples that look like they unscrew.

Sarah was so into the Brady Bunch sitcom that when she had her girls,
she named them Marsha, Jan, and Cindy; although she didn't start until
Cindy came along, a third blonde girl. By then she was divorced and
wishing she had the Brady life, so she named the new baby girl, Cindy,
then goes back and changes the other two from Rachel and Heather to
Marsha and Jan. Instead of reverting to her maiden name of Fuchs, she
changed her name to Brady. All she needed now was a divorced or
widowed man with three sons in the appropriate ages relative to her
three girls.

Sarah and Marsha shared the same dream with the same passion. Jan and
Cindy thought they were nuts. Sarah patterned her looks and life after
Florence Henderson. Jan modeled hers after the Marsha Brady character,
especially when she got into her teens. By fourteen, she was Marsha
Brady, THE real Marsha Brady with a great set of tits. They were both
out shaking the bushes. Sarah finally shook the right bush. A Bradley
fell out. Close enough. Took her twelve years but when she did find
one looking to make a family merger, he had a housekeeper, a dog, and
was by chance an architect, too. A match! Bingo! Wedding. Rice. Home
sweet home. Quiet on the set. ACTION!

Barry seemed like a responsible, well-educated gentleman until he
raped Marsha, nailed her good - ass, mouth, and pussy - triple cherry
rape - bound, gagged, the whole bit, then brought his boys in to have
a look at her - look, feel, insults, add to her humiliation, the usual
post rape shit - Dad showing off the sexy young cunt he nailed. They
all plucked golden pubic hairs, fist-fucked her asshole, and tried to
unscrew her nipples.

The whole Bradley Bunch ended up in Marsha's bedroom: Jan 12, Cindy
10, Edna 53, Mark 15, Brad 13, Steve 10, Sarah 34, Barry 35, and Shep
the dog who wouldn't stop jumping up and licking the bound bitch in
the fucked cunt while the adults argued.

Edna and Sarah were opposed to raping children in their bedrooms;
Barry was for. After reminding Edna who earns all the money, pays all
the bills, including her wages, room, and board, she decided she was
neutral on the subject, and being neutral, it wasn't her place to set
the bitch free, so she retied the right ankle, which opened up the
beaver that the dog went after again.

The boys were all for rape. They were very for it and thought all the
cunts should be raped. Edna remained neutral but was clearly impressed
with Barry's gorgeous cock, Shep's apparent interest in bound bitches
and his gorgeous cock, and was most impressed by Marsha naked and
spread-eagled on a bed - one very gorgeous bitch - beautiful pussy,
trim tummy, perky tits, fine legs - she would look great with a shaggy
mutt fucking her. She had one interested in doing just that.

Sarah was strongly opposed, a typical mother's objections.

Marsha was gagged but appeared to be strongly opposed, but knew she
did look great tits-up and legs wide apart. She seemed to have so much
she wanted to say, mostly about the damn dog that somebody needed to
do something about before he got on the bed and did something
terrible.

Jan wasn't sure, but thought somebody had best do something about Shep
before he got on the bed and did something terrible to her helplessly
bound big sister who thought her shit didn't stink just because she
had a perfect smile, long golden hair, and nice tits.

Cindy was for the indiscriminant raping of Marsha, Jan, and Edna. A
wife shouldn't get raped. As for herself, she was too willing. The
other cunts needed it, especially Marsha, and it looked like she was
about to get it good from Shep. Up, boy, up!

The only person in that room willing to get in Shep's way wasn't
looking his way as he got up on the bed and laid over Marsha with
something terrible on his mind. He was doing something terrible while
Sarah argued with a king of his castle about what a king could and
could not do in his castle with her three subjects. All the commotion
behind her made her turn and see something terrible: OH MY GOD!

Behind her gag, Marsha screamed, "No screaming shit, you dumb bitch!
Get this horny mangy mutt off of me. Untie me. Talk later, god damnit!
"

No one heard anything intelligible, just her muffled screams. Sarah
lunged but was caught in mid lunge by the man she married who wrapped
her up in his loving arms and tried to get lovey-dovey with her. She
was not in the mood for that, nor was she in the mood to see a triple
cherry raped and plucked daughter being mutt raped, adding insult to
injury. Sarah now knew she should have set her loose first, and that
may have been what Marsha was initially screaming into her gag: Mom,
set me loose...please set me free before everyone sees me.

That was probably it, all right. Setting her free should have been the
first thing, but Sarah thought for sure others would. Edna started to.
Damn, if Edna had just left that one leg untied after turning neutral,
Marsha could have defended herself. That really fucked the poor kid.

That was an awfully big dog for a girl her size. At least he didn't
fuck as big as he looked. That may be due to trying to fuck in the
prone position. It wasn't easy for a big dog to fuck a small woman in
the lying down position. That probably spared Marsha a hard driving
animalistic fucking, but it also dragged out the humiliating fucking
she was getting with Shep slobbering all over her face. Marsha
absolutely hated getting licked in the face - or anywhere by a dog -
face especially.

Sarah could plainly see that watching Marsha get fucked by the dog was
popular with this new Brady Bunch, this Bradley Bunch. The kids all
loved it and Edna may be neutral about raping a child in her room, but
mutt raping a bitch she was clearly all for. That would explain why
she retied the loose leg. That did get the child mutt raped. Edna did
look pleased with herself. She never was that fond of Marsha. The
little princess was just a bit too full of herself. This brought her
down very nicely. There was little chance she would spurn an older
woman's sexual advances now. She'd suck a nasty old cunt just to feel
human again.

Sarah had ceased her struggles and was now getting her folded arms
rubbed and her neck nuzzled. That always felt good. She was being a
good wife, now, letting him finish the rape he started. The boys still
hadn't had any of Marsha yet, and they were all very eager for a turn,
even the little fella. He was cute. He wanted to fuck her, too. They
all had nice dicks like their daddy.

Hell, everybody wanted to fuck Marsha. She was such a prude, so
modest, never showed shit, stuck up, no fun. Couldn't get shit off of
Marsha. Jan would go about in just panties and suck dick. Cindy would
go about naked and do just about anything, loved getting her pussy
sucked or licked by the dog. She was Edna's pet. She knew how to suck
up to the bitch with all the cookies. Marsha had to be stripped naked
and bound before she was any fun, but oh what fun she was when she was
stripped and bound - and gagged - gotta gag that bitch.

Marsha knew her rights, and she knew your rights, too. She knew what
you could and could not do, and she'd tell you and would not stop
telling you. Rights this, rights that. Barry gave her the right to be
silent. That really pissed her off, but when that big dumb mutt
crawled up and wanted to fuck, she was fit to be tied, but she already
was, so she was fit to get fucked.

Barry stroked, nuzzled, and he talked shit. The stroking felt
wonderful, the nuzzling felt great, but hearing him talk shit while
watching her daughter get mutt raped was a bit much, but that did make
his dick hard, which was impressive considering he had cum three times
in Marsha - mouth, ass, pussy - so he bragged. Sarah wondered how he
was able to cum in her mouth. Seemed like a good way to lose a dick.

Sarah kept thinking about that, and then finally had to ask. He said,
"I got her by the nipple and said, suck my dick nice and sweet or I'll
unscrew this nipple and shove it up your ass. She sucked me off nice
and sweet, swallowed my load, and nursed on my spent wanger. She even
licked my nuts. She has very sensitive nipples, you know."

"They look it; still, she must know you'd never hurt her. I should
say, harm."

"Are you thinking she wanted to suck my dick?"

"She is a straight girl and you do have a great dick. Give her half an
excuse, I think she'll give a great dick a great blowjob."

"She did give a great blowjob. Do you think she'd give Shep one? He
has a great dick, too."

"After you unscrew one and shove that up her ass, threaten to do the
same with the other one - she might lick it. As you can see, she
doesn't care much for your dog - never did, and this isn't helping."

"I see bonding. Yeah, she's loving it. A few more sessions on the bed
like this, she'll be hounding that hound for cock, crawling around on
her all fours, licking his dick, and waving her horny bitch cunt under
his nose. Yeah, I see good bitch bonding."

Sarah hated to admit it, but he was probably right. Little by little,
day by day, Sarah saw her Brady Bunch vision gradually turn into some
twisted x-rated version that couldn't even be aired on cable. The boys
never did fit the Brady boys profile. They knew right from the start
they'd be difficult.

Marsha came along with Sarah to meet the Bradleys, both terribly
excited. They met Steve on the sidewalk. He was on roller skates,
hanging onto the dog's tail, getting a good ride by poking his finger
up the dog's ass. They didn't actually meet him, and were hoping he
wasn't one. Turns out he was.

Inside, Mark and Brad were naked and filling condoms with piss to
piss-bomb the nuns who had to pass under a walkway to go to mass. They
asked the cunts to piss in the bottle. Both passed, being distracted
by Edna in the nude vacuuming with the handle of a Kirby upright up
her cunt with headphones on. She was listening to Rush Limbaugh while
doing housework. Barry apologized for the mess the house was in. The
Brady girls rolled up their sleeves and pitched right in. There was
work to do.

They moved in weeks before the wedding and worked tirelessly to shape
the Bradley world into a common TV vision. Edna liked Sarah and
cooperated. She liked Sarah an awful lot. Sarah got kissed a lot, held
a lot, licked, fondled, and felt a lot. Sarah had never met a
friendlier woman. At least she was helping and Barry was lending
support. Jan was little help since she liked the Bradleys just the way
they were, and Cindy thought they were a bit too tame and sedate.

The boys fought change every step of the way. Their favorite weapon
was the Wet Willie. A Wet Willie is a wet finger, cooled in air, sent
rudely up a surprised asshole producing a distinctive Wet Willie
shriek. There was no stopping the Wet Willie and nothing proved
effective as a defense.

Marsha and Sarah first tried the layered defense - pants, panty hose,
panties. The boys liked that defense. Those things were critter traps.
Pollywogs in panty hose will make a bitch do things you wouldn't think
a bitch could do. Pants only made it harder to get to the panty hose.
The girls quickly returned to dresses, but Marsha stubbornly held to
the panty hose as the best defense against the Wet Willie. The boys
loved that.

A cup of lively pollywogs dumped down the back of her panty hose would
quickly get her on her ass with panty hose at her ankles. It was then
a simple matter of taking them from her grasp, twisting twisting
twisting, drag her ass to the hook and pulley, haul her ass up, get
control of her arms and bind them behind her back, then stick the
funnel in her inverted cunt and pour pollywogs in while giving her Wet
Willies to help with the wiggling and screaming. That cured Marsha of
panty hose and panties.

The little bastards were crafty and evil. Sarah found out just how
crafty and evil when just before getting into the tub to take a hot
bath, she decided to take a healthy shit as was her healthy habit,
thinking little about all the clutter beside the toilet, she squat and
received a device that she at first thought was a Wet Willie finger.
That finger opened like a rectal umbrella, which was tied to a tail of
cans, cooking pans, lids, and a long string of firecrackers that
almost didn't get lit in time.

The Wet Willie sent her flying off the toilet, the awful clatter sent
her screaming from the bathroom, nude in terrible confusion as she
could feel she was hooked in the ass, dragging a thousand screaming
demons. The first loud bang sent her right through a screen door,
taking it off the hinges as she took to the street in a desperate
search for water. She remembered the neighbors across the street had a
pool, cleared a four-foot fence, then did a beautiful swan dive onto a
clear plastic pool cover that kept heat in and leaves out where she
snap crackled and popped out the last of her string.

The people inside the house were discussing Jesus. The first to come
to the sliding glass door cried, JESUS! They all dashed and looked
toward the heavens, but soon saw the naked bitch with a funny tail
crawling on the water. No, that wasn't Jesus but a damn fine Jesus
trick. The homeowner explained the new plastic pool cover. OH! Great
idea. Keeps naked women out, too.

Sarah was never so embarrassed in all her life, but had to get that
thing out of her ass, so she assumed the position while the Jehovah's
Witnesses tried to figure out how the gag anal umbrella thingie
worked. Don't you know they took a few unholy liberties with that
stupid blonde bitch. They thought she was because she intended to go
through with the wedding, confident that she and her good Christian
girls could change those Bradley devils. The ladies left the room so
the men could fuck that dumb bitch.

One by one, her Brady girls fell to decadence, first Cindy sucking
cunt for cookies, then Jan turning into a cock-sucking panty freak.
She loved pollywog trappers. She'd go naked, but she loved to wear
just pollywog panties. Only things with claws, jaws, fangs, or pincers
could get her out of her panties. She sucked dick to just get the
things she liked. She'd tongue-ream a boy's asshole for a full cup of
lively pollywogs.

Cindy liked killing frogs with her pussy. She liked having killer
pussy and was usually seen with long frog legs dangling from her pussy
lips. Her legs were death row with condemned frogs taped on, forced to
watch an execution. Her motto was, the only good frog is a dead frog.
Now this, Sarah's prize Brady girl, Marsha, turning bitch before her
very eyes.

She was, too. That dog hit some primal spot that got her loins rolling
and got her meeting his thrusts, wanting more dog cock than she was
getting. The big slab of slobbery tongue hanging on her face was now
welcome, so welcome that Edna removed the gag to see what she'd do
with it. Damned if she didn't lick and suck that tongue.

In a way it was sad to see her go the way of the others. Where there
was Marsha, there was still hope that the others might one day come
around and they could start living the simple life of a TV sitcom
family, tackling TV issues and problems in short segments that went
from crises over pimples to resolution and everyone happy again,
because they all pitched in and had fun doing it - The Brady Bunch.

It was never like that with The Bradley Bunch. Everything had to do
with sex - filthy, disgusting, perverted sex. The boys were like
inbred little sex fiends, always playing with their dicks, fucking
each other, sucking the dog, or fingering Edna's ass. And where they
found that sick bitch was a rock Sarah didn't want to look under.

Edna raised those devil dogs from pups. It was no wonder Barry
couldn't control them. He needed a professional housekeeper and nanny.
Edna couldn't cook anything decent and her food always had pubic hairs
in it and tasted fishy besides. Sarah didn't even want to see how she
made her hamburger patties. Marsha did and refused to eat any of
Edna's prepared foods. No way would she touch a salad with cucumbers
in it.

What Sarah didn't know and would never know was that Edna not only
raised those devil dogs from pubs, she was the bitch that bore all
three. Yes, she was their mother. She was also Barry's mother. Because
she was Barry's mother, no one was to know, and she raised her kids as
their nanny. No one even knew that Edna and Barry were related. The
boys didn't even know. They had no idea that Edna was their momma, not
that it would matter, and she never wanted the little bastards in the
first place. Barry was the one into knocking his mother up. He was the
asshole; she was just perverted. They hated each other, but they loved
fucking each other.

They were into the incest thing and needed each other. What they
really wanted was a pretty blonde in the bed with them. Sarah found
her marital bed rather crowded. She was awfully popular in that bed,
got awfully wet in that bed, and thought Edna and Barry were rather
kinky, carrying the employer/employee relationship a bit too far.

Sarah came into a fucking, dysfunctional mess that Jerry Springer
wouldn't even deal with, refusing to see it for what it was, convinced
that she and her Brady girls could all pitch in and make everything
right. The boys just needed a mother and decent sisters. Edna needed a
female companion, a buddy, guidance, clothes, rules, and cooking
lessons. Barry needed to stop fucking her. Edna needed to stop fucking
that damn dog, and the dog was all wrong. That was the My Three Sons
dog, and a large horny male simply wouldn't do, but that was Edna's
dog. He needed to sleep outside, not in a marital bed. Mostly, they
needed a rule to prevent masturbation in a food prep area.

The problems simply would not resolve, got worse and worse, until she
heard all the commotion, came running into Marsha's room, and the
Bradley boys were fighting over the last of Marsha's golden pubic
hairs.

There she was, poor Marsha, snatched bald after being triple cherry
raped - bound, gagged, in agony, humiliated beyond endurance, looking
damn good with a bald pussy, her new brothers all with trophy tufts of
blonde pubic hair showing them to Dad - Look how much I got - very
good, Son. Poor Marsha was still cross-eyed. That had to hurt,
especially after her cherry fuck from a man with a big dick who used
no protection. For Marsha, getting pregnant was much worse than
getting a pimple.

Never did the TV Brady Bunch have to deal with anything like this.
Sarah gave that beastly Dad hell, but the next thing she knows, the
damn mutt is fucking Marsha in a beastly manner. The mom had to
helplessly stand there and watch that while being stroked, nuzzled,
and talked shit to. Don't you know that the shit he talked starting
getting her pussy wet.

She started liking that shit and didn't want it to stop, and started
thinking how good Marsha looked with a big mutt fucking her in
bondage. Sarah wanted to stick around to watch those boys rape her
after the dog finished making love with her. It sure looked like that
was what they were doing with the Bradley Bunch all standing around
the bed, petting and praising the mutt while teasing and tormenting
the helpless raped bitch in bondage - and that looked like fun.

Jan and Cindy were getting their fingers wet in their pussies and
smearing that wetness on Marsha's face and putting those fingers into
her mouth, but that was because Edna was doing that and getting away
with it. They also taunted her about being a good bitch, a horny
bitch, a bitch whore, a real mutt slut. That got her feeling like one
and the taste of pussy went well with fucking a mutt like one.

The boys tormented her tender flesh - clit and nipples - and they
reamed her sore asshole, taking turns feeling the mutt's cock. They
were thrilled when the knot popped in. That gave her a lot more cock
and made her eyes pop wide as soggy fingers gagged her. All were
having fun Bradley Bunch style.

Picture Florence Henderson bringing a hand between her legs and
masturbating to that shit. That is exactly what Sarah did.

Sarah was now into a new sitcom called The Bradley Bunch. If you can't
lick 'em, join 'em. Barry liked this new Sarah much better and began
taking her clothes off. For once, Sarah didn't care. She wanted them
off. She wanted to be seen masturbating, especially by Marsha, and she
wanted Marsha to see her kissing with the rapist in charge - the king
and queen of the castle getting off on this shit. They were, and
Marsha saw that. The dog must have seen that, too, because he climaxed
with her.

Now time for some great rape action, but Barry led Sarah over after
the mutt dismounted and laid her out, face down on top of Marsha. He
then bound her wrists and ankles to the same points as Marsha. He then
took his belt and he beat his wife, lashed the queen, flogged the
bitch. The queen's body pummeled Marsha's body. After a good thrashing
to warm and redden her white ass and creamy thighs, Barry turned the
devil dogs loose. They raped Sarah. After raping her, they fist fucked
her - ass and pussy - same with Marsha.

If that weren't enough, the three cunts kept smearing their faces with
cunt slobber. If that weren't enough, Barry pissed on them. The others
liked that, so they pissed on them. Shep liked that, so he lifted his
leg on them, got them both right in the face. They sputtered and spit,
then Marsha looked to her mother and said, "I think they're coming
around, don't you?"

This was a running joke. Each time they were set back by Bradley's
being Bradley's, one or the other would say, "I think they're coming
around, don't you?"

For Marsha to say that after all she'd been through and was still
enduring, for they were both being fist fucked, was at first a shock,
but soon struck Sarah as terribly funny. She smiled and said in the
usual response, "I certainly do. In a few weeks, if things keep
progressing this well, I do believe they will have us right where they
want us."

Someone laid a big dog beside them and placed a big dog cock between
their two sets of lips. Don't you know those silly bitches fought over
the dick and the load they brought up - Bradley Bitches.

Which just proves that you can't keep a good woman down, but you can
sure as hell tie her down on top of her fucking daughter, and they
will both be good bitches.

                            The End

Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with
open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos,
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are
the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex
there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the
risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and
remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP

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