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Chapter One ***********

The jolt of 300,000 volts of electricity from the stun gun woke me up
and rang my bells. I was in bed in my apartment and this was the first
thing that happened to me that night.

* * *

My mother didn't want me to move away like I did, but I'd insisted on my
independence and moved off to a big city all by myself. I knew it all and
I arrogantly assumed that bad things only happened to other people. On my
18th birthday I collected my things and headed out the door to my old car
and left my safe, former life behind.

I had saved up enough money for six months rent and the apartment
manager took the money to make up for the fact that I didn't have any
credit. I quickly found work through a temp agency as a receptionist and
my temp job quickly turned permanent. Life was good.

I made some friends and we hung out from time to time but I never
managed to find a boyfriend since I really wasn't looking anyways. My life
revolved around going to work, going to coffee and movies with friends, and
cuddling up on my couch and reading Nora Robert's novels.

I never realized that I had someone stalking me.

* * *

The room was blacked out when I came to, I couldn't even see the
streetlights. I found out later that he'd put a pair of goggles over my
eyes that he'd spray painted black to keep me from seeing anything. When I
tried to say something I found out that I was gagged. Then I tried to move
and realized that I was tied up with my wrists cuffed to my ankles and the
cool air of the room told me that I was lewdly displayed to my attacker.

I heard him moan an approving sound and felt the warmth of his lips on
my breasts, kissing them and then teasing my nipples. I was ashamed that
this monster was making my body respond to his attentions against my will.
He spent what seemed like forever kissing almost every inch of my body
before I heard him start to undress.

I tried to scream and the goggles filled with my tears when I heard his
belt buckle come undone, then his zipper, followed by the sound of his
pants crumpling to the floor.

He caressed my feet and my ankles, stopping to touch my fingers, as I
felt his weight move onto my bed. I cried with all my being as I realized
the certainty of what was about to happen to me. I remembered my senior
prom with Ryan when I told him that I couldn't have sex since I was saving
myself for the right man and the right time. I actually laughed a little
at the irony of depriving myself of such a romantic time with Ryan to have
my body taken now by a total stranger.

I felt the warmth of his hairy legs on my bare skin as he reached across
me to my bedside table and then he leaned back, settling between my legs
again. I wondered what he was doing for a brief moment and then I heard a
"click" that was followed by his squirting something all over me. The
smell of it told me that it was my baby oil that I kept by my bedside. His
hands smoothed the oil into my skin and then I felt him squirt it onto my
pussy where it soaked me and ran down the crack of my ass onto my sheets.
He poked a finger into me as he massaged the oil into my pussy lips and I
thrashed and screamed trying to stop him.

I was so surprised when actually stopped what he was doing! He got up
off of the bed and I heard him walk across the floor, then he walked back.
I heard a strange whine begin to build and then he poked me in the side of
my ass with something. The world turned into pain and color as his stun
gun discharged into me again. He was teaching me a lesson.

Some time went by and then he got onto the bed again. I trembled as he
squirted more baby oil onto me and rubbed in me again, but I didn't dare
scream or try to fight him. I heard the oil squirt again but didn't feel
it hit me anywhere and then I realized he was rubbing it on himself.

I tensed as he moved on top of me and I felt his cock slip in between my
oiled pussy lips. Everything felt so slick that I knew he had oiled up his
cock, too.

I felt my heartbeat throb in my head as his cock slipped into me. My
untouched body gave way for this horrid intruder who was about to become my
first lover. The pain was awful as his slickened cock drove into my
equally slickened pussy in one thrust. The sudden fullness I felt in my
belly took my breath away as my rapist consumated our mating.

I was a little detached as I thought about this man as my mate, his cock
driving into my pussy, him mounted on me like an animal, humping me.
Involuntarily, I found myself pushing my pussy up to meet the downward
thrusts of his cock. His cock plowed me deeper and more slowly in answer
to my body fucking him back. My emotions ran the gamut of being disgusted
with myself, hating my rapist, and being utterly and completely fascinated
with each new sensation of simply being a female mating for the first time.

His breathing became ragged and I felt his cock swell inside of me. A
million thoughts went through my mind as I realized he was about to come in
me. I was unprotected and in the middle of my cycle and this beast was
about to fill me with his bastard seed and there wasn't anything I could do
to stop him! He moved from on top of me to sitting between my legs and
then he slipped his cock into me again. He caught up my thighs in his
hands and I felt his cock plow into the door of my womb. I was terrified
as he became to me a mindless machine pistoning a cock into my body with a
building fury. He pounded me so hard I thought that he was going to kill
me.

He suddenly seized me and held himself deep into me. His cock began to
throb and pulse and dance inside me and a chill went through me when I
realized that he was filling me with his seed. He just sat there for I
don't know how long with his cock pulsing sperm into me and softening as
the clock ticked on. I was utterly wasted when he finally pulled himself
from me and a torrent of his sperm flowed out of me to puddle on my sheets.

An hour or so went by with him wandering around my apartment before he
came back and mounted me again. I was seriously sore by now and he knew
it. As if he cared, he pulled out and oiled himself, then he stuck the tip
of the baby oil bottle into me and gave a squirt. He mounted me once more
and this time the pain was gone. The sound of his cock plowing my pussy
reached my ears and I lost myself in considering this man as my mate again.
We were just two animals mating, I told myself, a male succumbing to his
needs and a female catering to them. I kept my mind in this clinical kind
of mode as he fucked me much more slowly this time. I surprised myself
when I felt a little pleasure to start to rise in my belly, but then he
unloaded himself into me again and it was over.

He lifted himself from me and I heard the click and whir of a camera as
he made himself some memories for his filthy scrapbook. Then I tensed as I
heard the whine of the stun gun...

* * *

When I regained my senses I found that he'd undone me and took the cuffs
and the gag with him, probably for his next victim. I thought about
calling the police, but what the fuck would they do? They never catch 98%
of the rapists anyway so why put myself throught getting poked and prodded?

I did go to a free clinic to get myself checked out for STD's and, thank
God, my rapist was at least a clean rapist. Fear of AIDS or herpes or some
other crap had had me in fear until the doctor came back and told me I was
just fine.

The following month the same doctor made a lie of that statement when he
told me to expect company in eight months.

So here I am, my belly swelling and my breasts sore with the milk my
baby will be suckling soon. I'm still working and my boss has told me
he'll cover my maternity leave with 75% pay, which is very kind. I can't
have an abortion even though it would be so easy. My baby's father may be
a rapist, but my baby is still just a baby...my baby...and how could I kill
her because of what her father did? It wouldn't be right.

I know my rapist went off to do this to someone else and that I wasn't
likely the first, either, but I can't bring myself to call the police.
He'll get caught someday and I'll read it in the paper and go to his trial.
He'll recognize me and see our daughter in my arms and maybe he'll want to
talk to me. Maybe then I'll testify against him.

Chapter Two ***********

My eighteen year old sister Ashley came to stay with me before the baby
was born to help out and to get me to the hospital when the baby came.
Sure enough, the day that I had dreaded and looked forward to came and my
water broke. I was in the shower just enjoying the warm water on my aching
back when I felt a gush flow out of me. I looked down at the shower floor
and saw the mixture of blood and other colorful fluids running down the
drain and I was just dumbfounded by the sight. I had loved being pregnant
and full of life and now it was about to be over and I found myself a
little wistful, forgetting how I'd come to be this way.

Well, I figured, I'm in the shower and this is the best place for this.
I went ahead and finished my hair and then shaved my armpits and my bikini
line as best I could. Shaving my legs with a watermelon in my belly was
out of the question!

Ashley was blown away at how calm I was when I told her that it was time
to go to the hospital and she took a moment to realize that I was serious.

Ashley was frantic all the way to the hospital and I really don't
remember anything she'd said to me along the way. I was lost in the past
thinking about how this moment, just before the birth of my daughter, had
come about due to my being raped. The contractions I was suffering
through, each one of them, reminded me of his raping cock, thrusting in
me...spurting in me. And I had no idea who he was. I'd told my family
about my ordeal and they wanted me to go to the police and I'd refused. I
have to say that I love them all the more for standing by me and then
sending my little sister to help with the baby and to really just be
someone I could cry with.

Sometimes, though, Ashley made me cry as I saw her walk around the
apartment in her tank top and shorts and I saw her fawn-like body that had
once been the twin of my own. I looked like a beached whale in comparison.
My huge belly at least prevented me from having to see my swollen ankles
all the time.

We made it to the hospital and I shook myself from the cobwebs of the
past and braced myself for my impending future as a single parent. A few
hours went by where my contractions went on and on, and then...

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

I cannot even begin to describe the pain as my daughter made her way
through the most delicate parts of my body. I blissfully passed out as the
doctor caught her and then went to work with the remainder of the birth.
When I came around I asked for my little girl and Ashley handed her to me.

"What are you going to name her?" Ashley asked me with a proud and
radiant smile.

"I should name her 'Ashley' after all you've done. What do you think we
should name your niece?"

Ashley looked at me and smiled with the honour, "Melissa".

And so came into the world my daughter Melissa, niece of Ashley.

* * *

In the following four months Melissa quickly became a darling and happy
child. I was blessed to have a healthy little girl who managed not to
suffer from the usual infant maladies so that meant I was soon sleeping a
full night's sleep. Once in a while, though, Melissa would cry and Ashley
would go to her to let me sleep. Ashley knew her niece was hungry and
would set her at my breast while I slept and then put her back to bed. It
was one of those intimacies that you can only truly share with a sister.

I started working out to get my body back and since I had been in good
shape to start with it wasn't a long time before Ashley and I were the
twins everyone liked to say we were. My old clothes fit again and the
maternity clothes went in the storage box to wait for a charity drive.
With Ashley at home to take care of Melissa for me I also went back to work
and caught up with my career.

I had survived and my life was actually better than it had been before.
The love of my family had stood a test and proved itself, and I now had the
lifelong promise of love from Melissa. Life was good.

Then one night I came home from work and unlocked the door to see Ashley
on the couch with a look of fear in her eyes that made me almost want to
run. As I stared at her I heard a terrifying and familiar whine of a
capacitor charging up and I turned to see what it was and I saw a face mask
just as I felt the stun gun blast into me again.

When I came to I fully expected to be blinded like the last time and was
surprised to have some faint light come into my eyes. I looked down and
saw that I was tied, naked, to my bedroom dressing chair. My bedroom was
lit by a few candles and the sight that they revealed made me try to
scream.

"None of that, bitch, or I'll shock you again, got it?" He stared into
my eyes and I saw in his eyes the same colour of blue that was the glory of
my precious Melissa. I knew at that instant that this man was my rapist
from over a year ago. I fell into silence and regretted not calling the
police back then. I remembered back then thinking that I was letting him
go just so he could do it again and here he was with Ashley tied up on my
bed naked, with her wrists tied to her outstretched ankles.

"I just had to come back when you brought your sister for me to play
with." He chuckled with a just a hint of evil.

I frantically tried to break myself free when he walked to Melissa's
crib.

"Shush, now! You don't think I'd hurt my daughter, do ya? No way! I'm
sick, but I'm not a monster."

I had no choice but to believe it was true. As he reached down and
picked up Melissa I saw Ashley look over at me with an awful terror in her
eyes. Like me, she was gagged and couldn't say anything so we just stared
at each other and started to cry.

"She's beautiful." He said at last. Then, laying Melissa back into the
safety of her blankets he simply stated, "But she is lonely. Don't you two
think it's just awful that she has to grow up all alone?"

He looked at me and said, "Don't you want her to have a sister like you
do?"

Turning, he looked at Ashley, "Or maybe she needs a niece..Hmmm?"

Ashley tried to scream and tried to break free, but it was useless.
Both of us were powerless to do anything as he began to undress. He kicked
off his shoes and then undid his shirt, shrugging it off to reveal a decent
physique. He was actually beautiful. I wondered why such a man needed to
force women to have sex?

I could tell that Ashley was scared, but I was actually more curious to
see what the father of my baby looked like. He undid his belt and his
jeans fell to the floor. Ashley fell silent, as did I, at the sight of his
ample cock faintly bouncing with his heartbeat. He kicked the jeans free
and, except for the pull-over ski mask, he was now completely naked.

"I wish I had all night," he said as he walked to my nightstand, "but I
have places to be. So I hope you two ladies don't mind if I skip the
foreplay."

He reached for my baby oil. That night a year ago came rushing back and
I expected a repeat performance and I tensed up. He picked up the bottle
,popped the top, and squeezed a little into his hand. He took his cock in
his hand and seemed to shudder as he stroked it and oiled it all along it's
generous length. Fascinated, I watched his hand travel it's length and
marveled how that same cock had managed to go all the way inside of me. I
realized as I watched that this same cock had also impregnated me.

I was shocked and actually a little disappointed when he turned the
bottle on Ashley and sprayed her lithe body with the glistening oil. The
little drops on her skin reflected the candlelight making the scene almost
romantic. She struggled a bit as his hands rubbed over her and he slapped
her. His oiled palm made a kind of wet sound as it met her cheek.

"Shhhh," he whispered to her, "you don't want to wake the baby."

He took a little more of the oil into his hands and then locked eyes
with Ashley as he rubbed it into her virgin pussy. I'd really expected him
to take his time, but he eased himself up to her until his knees were on
either side of her ass and his cock was dangerously close to her pussy. He
reached over for one of my pillows and doubled it over and placed it under
Ashley's lower back. Her pussy was now lewdly displayed and her back was
arched as if she was eagerly awaiting her first lover. I was watching what
had happend to me a year before and found myself erotically fascinated...I
was even getting wet as I watched my own mystery unfold in front of me.

He moved up to my sister and I could clearly see him rubbing his thick
cock in her oiled pussy. He took his time and seemed to have his eyes on
Ashley as she felt the first touches of a man to her pussy.

I saw his cock head disappear into her just a little. He took her by
her tight hips and whispered hoarsely, "Look at me!"

The second she did he plunged himself into her. I heard her scream from
the pain of his entry and I wanted to cry for her. I couldn't stop
watching to cry, even for a minute. The drama of his cock fucking into my
sister right in front of me was so erotic that I think had I gotten loose
right then I would've raped him.

Ashley whimpered as her lover slowly thrust his cock into her in an
endless and mindless fucking. This went on for a good ten minutes when I
noticed that Ashleys' toes would curl up with every thrust of the cock into
her depths. His hands were all over her body, massaging her with the care
of a most attentive lover.

Her back tensed and she seemed to struggle for a moment when he said
what I was imagining:

"Yessss....yes....come on my cock...yesss!"

I heard Ashley squeal as my virgin sister was fucked to her first
orgasm. He kept up a steady rhythm and pushed her orgasm even further. He
thrust at her deeply every now and again and I could see her arch her back
to allow him deeper into her body. Ashley was lost to her lust and all
that was on her mind was the pleasure the cock was givig to her. She was
coming down off the peak of her pleasure when he took her firmly by the
hips and held himself in her body, as deep as he could. I knew my sister
was right then getting her pussy bathed in his rich, potent come.

Silently, the two of them just looked at each other as his cock still
filled her pussy. I knew she was sitting there and thinking about the year
of my life that had just passed by wondering if that would be the story of
her own upcoming life.

There were no tears or struggles as I saw his cock firm up again and
began it's probing of Ashley's body all anew. He skillfully brought her to
orgasm again and I could see his own intensity building again. Part of me
was relieved that he would leave me alone, but part of me was also
frustrated with having watched so much and hd so little. I closed my eyes
to imagine what she was feeling when I felt a sudden warmth.

His eyes were inches from my own.

"Can't forget about you, can we?"

Slick with my sisters' juices and his own come he slid himself fully
into my pussy in one stroke.

I gasped at the sudden fullness and found myself wanting for more. I
moved my bare butt to the edge of the chair to get more of his cock into
me.

"You want this, don't you?" He was so proud, I could hear it in his
voice. I knew then what it was that made him tick: he wanted his victims
to want him. Fine, then. I wanted him.

With the same skill and finesse he had just used with my sister I felt
that wonderful cock grind into my clit and I let myself go. He reached
behind me and I felt him pull on something and then I realized that he'd
untied me. I was free! I pulled him close and kissed him full on the lips
and wrapped my legs around him. The fullness in me became even greater as
he lifted me up and carried me to the bed.

When he laid me back I felt the wet warmth of Ashley's pussy at my neck
and realized I was between her legs. I didn't care. My whole self had
been surrendered to the cock that was now hammering between my legs,
threatening to fill me with another baby and I didn't care! I needed the
release that his cock was promising me and then...

"unnnhhhh!"

I heard my own voice as the warmth of my release flowed over me. The
most powerful feeling I'd ever had swept through me only to be followed by
feeling the cock in my pussy begin to swell. I was going to have his baby
again, I knew it and I didn't care! I felt his cock start to twitch inside
me and the sensation drove me over the edge again! The emptiness I'd felt
after Melissa's birth was gone, if only for now, replaced by this
wonderful, thrusting cock and the promise of life it was delivering into me
again.

He left me there almost senseless as he slipped from me. Not bothering
to tie me up again, he silently gathered his things and was making his way
to the door.

"Don't go."

He slowly turned around.

"I need you. I don't care what you've done...please."

Ashley had gotten the gag out and I couldn't believe what she was
saying.

I couldn't believe it since I was going to say the exact same thing!

"I'll go to jail if you talk."

Ashley looked at me and I nodded.

"We won't. The baby needs her father, right? And I..I just can't let
you go now. Please stay."

* * *

So here we are, Ashley and I and Matt. How do I explain what we feel?
Matt swears we were the only ones he ever took like he did and I guess we
just have to take that at face value. I guess it turned out that Ashley
and I were 'twins' in more than just our looks; our lusts are just the
same. And our bellies are starting to swell identically, too. Our nights
are unreal and our days are equally unreal. Maybe we'll have to move to
Utah to see this thing through, who knows?

Chapter Three *************

It's called "Stockholm Syndrome". It's where the captives begin to
identify and sympathize with their captor and Ashley and I had it bad for
Matt. When Ashley had asked Matt to stay she didn't know what a can of
worms she'd opened for the two of us.

Matt asked us if we really wanted him to be wih us and the two of us
nodded our consent, partly from fear and partly from the insensate shock of
being assaulted. He gagged us both and then left the apartment. Ashley
and I looked at each other and I imagined that it must be over and that
Matt had gone on his merry way. I only wish it had been true.

He returned in about half an hour with a push cart and two large musical
equipment crates on it. You know the kind, like you see roadies carrying
around backstage at concerts? In no time at all he'd picked us up and
loaded us each into one of the boxes and then I felt the bumping around as
we were loaded into a truck. The trip took a long time and I will admit
that he was careful to take care of us. Each hour or so he'd stop the
truck and then come back to open the boxes and let us have some fresh air
before moving on. I couldn't see anything, but I did guess that we were
heading into the mountains after a few hours when my ears popped from the
pressure changes.

I'm guessing it was at least six hours of driving before we finally
stopped and he unloaded us. When Matt opened up the boxes Ashley and I
found ourselves in the oddest little prison. We were clearly in the
basement of a house right off the garage as I could see it. Matt took me
to a little room with a large steel door and guided me inside where he sat
me down on a comfy bed and then took my ankle and locked a shackle on it. I
looked and saw that the shackle had a strong looking chain that was very
securely bolted into the concrete wall. There was no escape possible.

"Welcome home." He took off the ropes around me and then removed my gag
and my blindfold. I saw my captor standing there, a good looking man,
maybe six feet tall, close cut blond hair, and a very masculine face set by
two sapphire-blue eyes. I took a quick glance around the room, my new
home, and realized it was a very comfortably appointed prison cell,
complete with a little bathoom of its' own.

"Where are we? And where's my baby?"

He laughed.

"You two wanted to stay with me, well, here you are! This is my home
and we're well away from the rest of the world here. This was my parents
place before they died and I took and did something special with the
basement as you see. You two are my first guests here since you were dumb
enough to ask to be kidnapped." He left the cell for a minute and then came
back with Melissa. "Here's our daughter, so don't worry. You didn't think
I'd leave here there all alone? Shit!"

He walked out and closed the steel door securing me and Melissa in the
cell that was our new home and then he went off to get Ashley taken care
of. The day went by and he brought me Melissa's things and a warm bottle
for her and a warm dinner for myself. Then I heard Ashley scream as he
raped her again. She called him a monster and he replied that his name was
'Matt' before he slapped her and silenced her reminding her that she'd
asked for this. I sat there holding Melissa and I trembled as it began to
dawn on me that the three of us were in very serious trouble, especially
now that we'd seen his face.

Ashley whimpered as Matt fucked her and told her how sexy she was and
how tight her pussy was on his cock. She never said another word to him
but I did hear her yelp a little every now and then and I guessed that her
pain was from Matt thrusting his cock deep into her. Finally, I heard him
grunting and I could even hear their bodies slapping together with the
force of their mating until, with a moan of sheer pleasure, Matt signaled
his orgasm. I imagined his cock twitching in Ashley's pussy as Matt filled
her with more of his sperm. I sat there and could not believe what we'd
gotten ourselves into; a life as sex slaves to this man. A life we'd
actually asked for.

Ashley cried all night and never said anything when I tried to talk to
her. She was clearly traumatized and when we later spoke she told me that
she was horrified that her rash words to Matt trapped both of us in this
situation and the responsibility was crushing to her.

The next morning Matt brought both of us breakfast and I ate while
feeding Melissa and it was maybe an hour later when Matt came and took
Melissa to Ashley and told her to snap out of her depression and take care
of her niece. I heard her say 'Okay' and then her door was closed and
locked. Matt came back to my cell door and looked in at me.

"Your turn."

I didn't react as he came up to me and guided me to the wall where a
pair of handcuffs dangled from a bar. He took off my robe, the only thing
he'd given me to wear, and then I sheepishly let him cuff me to the bar
with my butt facing back at him. I didn' care to look as I heard him
undress and I just gave myself over to the inevitable as I felt his warm
hands on my hips. He motioned for me to spread my legs and I didn't argue
with him. His cock ran up against my pussy and he went "Mmmmmm" as his
hands ran over my breasts, lingering on my nipples to excite them. I was
shocked at my own reaction as my nipples hardened and a rush of sexual
excitement ran over me.

"Yeah," he murmured," I can feel you getting wet...yeah"

I felt betrayed by my body as it responded to Matt's attentions and got
ready for sex. I felt his fingers probe my pussy and then he took and
pressed his cock up against my slippery warmth.

"Uhnnnf!"

I arched my back as he pushed at me and his cock slipped all the way
into me in one slow, steady thrust. I resolved not to cry or say anything
to give anymore pleasure to him as his cock pumped at me with a firm and
steady rhythm. I felt him go deep into me every few strokes and it occured
to me that this would've hurt before Melissa was born. Now, feeling his
cock so deep inside me, it seemed to be natural to have a man plowing me. I
was shocked at myself in the middle of this reverie as I realized that he'd
slowly stopped fucking me as I had started fucking myself on him.

I didn't care.

We fucked each other like that for quite a while and when I finally
looked over my shoulder at him he kissed me. And I kissed him back. What
had started out as my rape had become our fucking and somehow I'd allowed
that to become our lovemaking. The eroticism of the moment swept over me
as his lips sought mine while one hand loving caressed my throat and the
other held across my belly, pulling my body into his eager cock.

I was disappointed as his pace began to quicken and I felt him thicken
inside me. Our toungues met and tangled as I felt him spurt his seed into
me. We held our pose together as that lovely cock of his pumped cream into
me and I snuggled my ass back at him, trying to get him deeper into my
body.

I felt exhausted and empty when he drew himself from me. I remained
silent as he unlocked the handcuffs and then lay me back on the bed. He
gently spread my legs and took me by surprise as his softened cock slipped
into me again as he lay himself on top of me. I was lost in my lust and
gave myself over to kissing my lover and running my hands over his back and
through his hair as his own hands kneaded my breasts and pulled my hips
tight against him.

His cock hardened again and we began to just make love without the
urgency of his need and he took the time to find and satiate my own need.
When I finally came it was just too much for him and the sudden moisture in
my pussy told me that he'd come in me yet again.

Breathless, I just lay there like a fucked-out whore as he got up from
me and silently left, closing the door behind him. He didn't look back to
see his come dripping from my well-pleasured cunt before he was gone. I
fell asleep after a while and when I woke up I was frankly embarrassed by
the picture I must've made. My legs were spread out and their apex was
framed by a puddle of come.

A warm shower refreshed me and removed the embarrassing evidence of my
enjoying an animalistic mating at the hands of my captor. A mating. The
thought of just fucking for the sake of fucking like animals turned me on
and I fingered myself to a needed release.

Day three of our captivity came and went uneventfully and then on day
four Matt brought Ashley to my cell and allowed us to talk. The first hour
we just cried. Then we began to talk about our situation and she told me
how awful it had been when Matt raped her again and we went over the whole
mess in detail. Finally, I asked her if she'd realized that we were'nt
ever going to leave here and she fell into tears again before agreeing to
my point. As we talked some more I worked to convince her that since Matt
was going to have his way with us, why not try to make it as nice as we
could for ourselves? I shared with Ashley how I just imagined myself as an
animal and Matt as my mate as we fucked and I just allowed my body to be
enjoyed without a thought. After all, what could we do anyways?

Ashley said she'd try to see it that way before the two of us cuddled up
and took a nap together. We woke up later when Matt brought Melisa to me
and then took Ashley back to her cell. Matt had left the doors open so I
could hear them fucking, I knew he'd done it on purpose. I listened raptly
while holding Melissa and found myself wishing I could see what was going
on as Ashley gave up a moan of pleasure.

"That's right...yeah." I couldn't believe my ears as Ashleys' dreamy
voice gave assent to Matt's fucking of her lithe little body. My little
sister began to sound like a woman as I heard her start to encourage Matt
to fuck her, to fill her, to impregnate her!

That was four months ago now and it's hard to believe we've ever had a
different life. I often wonder that Ashley and I must've become pregnant
at the same time because when Matt lets us out to the sundeck now (with a
nice view of the mountains like I'd suspected), our bellies seem to be
swelling at an identical rate. Ashley and I are closer now that we've ever
been before as we share our pregnancies and as we share the father of our
children. When Matt found out that I was full with his child he became so
intensely passionate and asked me, no, he begged me, to let him make love
to me. He came up behind me and lovingly held my belly while filling me
with his cock and I think I started to fall in love with him then. Really,
how can you not love a man ho worships the mother of his children? Matt
may be a rapist, but he's a better lover, father, and husband (really) than
most men I've ever heard of.

Chapter Four ************

Over the next six months Matt kept Ashley and I rather busy, fucking
both of us on a regular schedule. Matt's sexual appetite got to be a
little much as our bellies swelled along with our ankles and our tits and
he was kind enough to slow down a bit. As our burgeoning bellies also
slowed us down physically, Matt let us have free run of the place and one
day moved us out of the basement prison cells upstairs to wonderfully
furnished rooms with fabulous views of the area.

I'll be honest, my first thought was to see how to get out of there, but
then I found out where 'there' was.

Basington was a town that never was, it was just what was left of a
defunct silver mine in the forested foothills of the Rockies in eastern
Utah. Matt said we were just twenty miles or so from the Colorado line,
but he also added that the twenty miles were over some of the most
treacherous terrain in the lower forty-eight. The beautiful view of
snow-capped peaks on a clear day tended to support Matt's analysis of the
landscape. Matt's father had made a loan against the mine back in the
early eighties when there was a silver boom due to some guys who were
trying to corner the silver market. As all booms seem to go, this one went
bust and Matt's dad was left holding the note on thirty-one square miles of
beautiful land, all well away from freeways, airports, and just about any
kind of civilization. It was forty-five miles just to go to the main road.
As luck would have it, electrical lines and gas lines had long been set up
for the mine so we had all the comforts of civilization without having any
of it right near by. The mine owners had apparently never been too fond of
telephones so they'd never shouldered the expense of bring that service up
the deep canyon.

So Matt's dad died and left him the place along with a sizable sum of
money and Matt found that he now had everything he needed to indulge his
fantasies. Basington was graced by a beautiful mansion that the owner's
had built back in the eighties. It resembled the great homes of the
nineteenth-century silver barons in many ways: opulent furniture, a
high-peaked and gabled roof, a 360 degree veranda, and an interior crafted
of the most beautiful hardwoods I'd ever seen. The house was a palace and
it seemed taken from a story book except for the modern amenities that were
tastefully woven into the decor. The only things the previous owners had
left out were the TV's and the radios since they'd wanted to keep the
nineteenth-century ambiance about the place. Matt had spent some money on
having a crew come in from Mexico to rebuild the basement of the main house
into the prison that it now was and then he'd paid them quite well to
forget what they'd built for him. After he'd started on building the
dungeon of his dreams he'd realized that the mine might someday attract
attention from environmentalists and the like so he got ahead of the
parade, made some strategic donations, and then set about restoring the
area to it's original beauty. The outbuildings and the small neighborhood
of homes were all removed and you'd never know they'd been there except for
the pictures. He picked up some nice awards along the way and told me that
he'd always chuckled when the well-intentioned would blather on and on
about what a great citizen Matt was, not knowing that he was just securing
privacy for his pleasures.

It turned out that Ashley and I were his first guests. And it also
turned out that I was his first rape victim. He'd come to my bed not long
after I moved upstairs and crept into bed behind me and cuddled up to me,
lovingly caressing my fat, pregnant body. Soon enough, he had me up on my
hands and knees as his cock plowed me in a futile effort to impregnate the
pregnant. My usual thing was to just tolerate his attentions, but this
time he caught me at the right time and I found myself swooning with the
kind of sexual rapture that is unique to a pregnant woman. We fell down
exhausted and after a nap, we talked about things and he confessed to me
how he'd seen me at the airport one day and decided to stalk me. I lay
there in his loving arms transfixed as he told of following me home,
tracing me on the Internet, following me for weeks to learn my movements,
and then spending three months inspecting my trash for tampons and pads to
determine when I was fertile. He spoke of raping me that first night with
an almost religious reverance and it seemed as if he were a different
person. I guess over the months I'd allowed myself to forget that even
though Matt was kind and generous to Ashley, Melissa, and myself, he was
still a rapist. It was scary to see that side of him again.

Winter was setting in to the high country and Matt figured that he
needed to go to Salt Lake City for a few days where he could anonymously
stock up for the season and prepare for the children that would certainly
be born in the midst of the snows. Ashley and I held Melissa's hands and
waved as Matt drove down the canyon in his van. We had no telephone so we
didn't have any ideas about calling for help so we just went back inside to
the warm kitchen and finished off breakfast before settling in by the fire
for the day. We didn't talk much even though it was our first time alone
at the house since we'd arrived. I guess we could've taken the pickup
truck and driven out of there, but I'm not sure either one of us wanted to
go back to the world at that point. What prospects did two pregnant
sisters and a child have in the world? The best we could hope for would be
a welfare apartment and a monthly handout from the government. At least
our prison here was comfortable and our captor a caring and devoted father
and lover. As bad as things were, freedom would be worse.

The evening came on and Ashley and I were just about to head to bed when
to our great surprise we heard a knock at the door.

"What do we do?" Ashley looked at me, asking for wisdom I didn't have.

The knocking came again, this time a little more persistence could be
heard in the knock.

"I guess we'll answer it and find out."

I went to the door and opened it.

"Pp-p-p-p-please, c-c-c-can we come in?"

The four soaking wet girls were covered in mud, blood, and a dusting of
snow. Ashley and I stared at each other for a split seconds' hesitation
before we acted.

We swept them into the warm house and listened to their tale of a
long-planned 'geo-caching' trip to Zion Park turning into a wild goose
chase with an almost tragic ending. The four of them had set out from
Provo to go to Zion Park which was way off in the other direction from
Basington. They'd originally planned on just taking the Interstate to Zion
Park when one of them, Beth, talked the others into following some
backroads and finding some less popular geo-caches. I'll be honest, these
weren't the brightest girls I'd ever met and I wasn't surprised when Beth
explained that Rebekah had been in charge of navigating and had led them up
our little dirt road thinking it was the old Denver & Rio Grande rail bed
that led across one of the passes to Colorado. The rail bed was another
thirty miles down the main road from our own Basington Cutoff. Rebekah
still wasn't as bad as Claire, the driver. I had Claire soaking in the
warm bathtub as she confessed to getting scared about being lost and had
then attempted to make a U-turn on our narrow little road.

Claire told me that she'd been driving along while Beth and Rebekah were
arguing about the directions on the map and how Karen had started crying
when the snow started falling. She'd gotten confused, then flustered, and
then angry at the other three girls so in a fit of pique she thought she'd
turn right around and just go home. She'd miscalculated the speed of the
Jeep Wrangler and the four girls went from just being lost to being
terrified as the out-of-control Jeep plunged down the embankment into the
freezing waters of Basington Creek. As their luck would have it, they'd
found one of the deepest spots on the creek and all four of them were
submerged in painfully cold water. They were lucky they didn't drown. As
if proof that God looks out for fools none of the girls were wearing their
seatbelts and all four of them surfaced in the relatively calm waters
screaming and thrashing to get to the creekside. Screaming and fighting
and crying, the four of them decided to follow the road uphill and they
took a gamble that they'd find shelter before they died of exposure.
They'd seen the lights of the house off in the distance after a half-hour's
walk and they'd made it to the relative safety of the house as the first
snow of the season started falling around them. They all faced the reality
that everyone they knew thought they were hundreds of miles away from here
and would never come looking for them in Basington.

I guess it was well after midnight when Ashley and I finally got the
girls settled into two of the rooms. We figured it would be best to have
two of them sleep together in each bed so they'd keep each other warm
through the night. They'd been seriously disappointed to find that we had
no phone and that set off a harangue against Claire as the other three
bitched about losing cell phones and clothes along with the Jeep. Ashley
finally lost her cool and told the three bitches to cut it out and go to
bed and so ended our first day alone.

The next few days had Ashley and I getting to know the girls and we
discovered that the four of them were classmates and were all various
shades of eighteen years old with Claire being the oldest and just about to
turn nineteen. They weren't the cheerleaders I thought they were, their
common thread was that they were in the college Geo-Caching Club which had
formed to take the place of the Explorer Scouts when some
politically-correct college board banned Scouting from their campus.
Typically for Provo, they were all cute, sheltered, white, and Mormon. Not
that I have anything against Mormons, mind you, it's just that they're all
sort of...off kilter, you know? And these girls were no different from the
other Mormons I've ever known. Their conversations hovered around the boys
they knew who'd gone off on Missions, morning Seminary classes, getting
their Temple cards, having kids someday, how great the Olympics were, and
their own take on fashion.

For not being too bright, they figured out Ashley and I right off the
bat and knew that Matt was screwing both of us. Despite our denials, the
four girls had made up their minds that Ashley, Matt, and I were exiles
from some polygamous Mormon sect either in St. George or along what they
called the Arizona Strip. Tired of arguing the point, Ashley and I let
them believe what they wanted to as we waited for Matt to return.

The fifth day was closing with blizzard conditions clearly visible up on
the peaks and just over a foot of snow already on the ground. The girls
were sort of quiet as they realized the snow would hold them here for a bit
longer than they'd planned. It was just before the snow outside turned
into a white-out that I heard Matt's van roaring up the grade to the house.
I poked my head outside and saw the four-wheel drive van festooned with
tire chains diligently plodding it's way up the grade from the old townsite
below. I waved to Matt and he smiled and rolled down his window and waved
back as he brought the van around to the carriage house out back. I
grabbed my coat and closed the door and ran around the veranda to greet
him.

He was just opening the side doors to unload the van when I walked in to
say 'hi'.

His smile was so huge as he swept me into his arms and kissed me before
I could utter a word. His hand at the back of my head held my lips tight
to his own as I kissed him back. It felt like having my loving husband
back from a business trip as he warmly and carefully hugged and kissed me.
It was so passionate and so...wonderful...that I almost forgot the whole
world.

"I have a surprise for you and Ashley and I can't wait to show you!" He
gleamed with the joy of a lover.

"I think Ashley and I have a surprise for you, too."

He heard the tone in my voice and was just about to ask me what the
surprise was when Ashley and the four girls swung open the door and came in
from the growing storm outside.

Matt looked them over and then hugged me again. "Oh, I see we have
guests."

~ ~ ~

There were eight of us for dinner that evening as the blizzard outside
spent it's fury. Ashley and I drafted Karen to help in the kitchen since
she was the quiet one and we soon had a nice feed on for everyone. Over
dinner Matt made it clear to the disappointed girls that there was no
leaving Basington until the thaw came along sometime in late February to
mid-March: and this was October 20th. Avalanches would surely block the
road and it was impossible to hike out when the snow over the passes would
be twenty feet or deeper or powder in places. Matt told the girls stories
of skiers disappearing into drifts and never being seen again and how he
just didn't want to add to the statistics. The girls all cried about their
families and how people were surely searching for them and then they cried
at the fact that the searchers were searching anywhere but here. As the
girls cried about their situation both Ashley and I exchanged glances as we
evaluated Matt's take on the girls. We hadn't discussed it yet, but it
seemed that Matt's realities were now exceeding his fantasies by just a
lot. I was wondering when he'd broach the subject of the near future with
all of us when he interrupted the crying and contemplation.

"Well, you girls know that Ashley and Christie are pregnant with my
babies and that the three of us are lovers. I've decided that it's time
for me to step up to the plate and do the right thing for a change."

He took Ashley by the hand and helped her up and then took me to my feet
as well. Then he took two jewelry boxes out of his jacket and opened them.
Then he knelt in front of us.

"Christie, Ashley, the mothers of my children, I ask you to accept these
humble tokens of my love for you both and I also ask that you accept me as
your husband, here and now and forever."

Ashley and I were shocked and pleased all at the same time. The jewelry
boxes held identical wedding sets each with a large solitaire diamond and a
matching gold band. Silently, Matt could see us speechlessly agree to his
proposal and he slipped the rings onto our fingers. I never did ask him
how he got our ring sizes so perfect. We were married. The four girls
watched our little ceremony and never blinked an eye. To them polygamy was
just another aspect of marriage and each of the girls had either a
grandparent or a great-grandparent who was a product of a polygamous family
so there was really nothing unusual in all of this.

Our 'wedding' night was different in that Matt came to my bed and made
love to me and then held me till I fell asleep and then he went to see
Ashley and consumated their union before the sun rose the next day.

When I managed to get out of bed the next morning I heard the girls out
on the veranda laughing and playing in the snow, their worries of the night
before forgotten for now. The snow in the townsite was pretty deep as an
old chimney I was familiar with was almost completely lost in the powder.
It was maybe fifteen feet deep down there and, as Matt had said, was fairly
dangerous. The house itself is set up on a bit of a rise so the snow tends
to drift down and around it to the townsite below. I had the girls get out
the brooms and shovels and the veranda was soon clean of what snow had
managed to find it's way up there. Thus began a routine that followed for
a few weeks: sweeping snow from the veranda, listening to the avalanches
pile it on in different places, staying warm in the midst of the frequent
white-outs, and watching the dance between Matt and the girls.

I call it a dance since I don't know what else to call it. Flirting
isn't exactly what you call it in our situation. I guess it was Claire who
crossed a line when she was giving Melissa her bottle one night. The girls
doted on Melissa and I think my daughter was happy as a clam to have six
women jockeying to give her attention and she ate it up. This one night I
went upstairs when everyone else was playing board games in the living room
to check on Melissa and I found Claire in her robe, the front of it open a
bit, and Melissa suckling at Claire. Claire had Melissa's bottle and was
squeezing it a bit to drip onto her breast where Melissa was busy suckling
away. I thought about bursting into the room and being properly indignant
and then I allowed myself to see how happy both of them were and I closed
the door. Later that night I confessed what I'd witnessed to Matt as we
lay together just cuddling (Matt had decided that he needed to leave Ashley
and I alone until after the babies came). Matt just listened to me talk
and then we went to sleep.

The Monday night before Thanksgiving Matt asked me to come downstairs
after everyone had gone to bed and when I got down there he had Claire in
one of the special rooms that still had a lock on it, although the door was
opened.

"Christie, since Claire wants to be a mommy I've decided to oblige her
but I'm going to need a little help. She's waiting for us to give her a
special surprise right now and I swear I won't do this without your help.
Will you help me?"

He was serious. I thought about Claire being seventeen now and then I
thought about my own experience with Matt and I wondered if I wanted to do
that to someone else.

"I'll help you, but it has to be her idea, she's got to talk her way
into it, okay?"

He smiled the smile of the Cheshire Cat. "Deal."

The two of us walked into the room and Matt closed the door behind us.
Then we sat down on the bed on either side of Claire as she looked at us
rather expectantly. Claire had been getting ready to take a shower when
Matt had her come downstairs and I have to say that I was just a little
jealous as I looked at her cute little body dressed in just a robe.

"So what's my surprise?"

I looked at her for a second and decided to go ahead and change her
heretofore insipid and meaningless life.

"Your surprise is that I saw you with my baby getting off on trying to
breastfeed her and I think you need to be punished for that."

I put on my best 'upset-mom' look and glared at the girl as her face
went from anticipation of joy to anticipation of doom. I remember being a
sheltered teenager and I would've been shattered if some of my trite little
secrets had gotten out, I could only imagine how Claire felt with what to
her must be a devastating revelation.

"Ohmigod! I'm so sorry...I...I didn't mean, I..uh.." She opened up with
a torrent of tears as Matt glanced at me and gestured to some of the
fixtures in the cell.

"Claire, you need to be punished and you need to atone for this sin."
Matt put on his best 'serious' voice for this.

Funny how guilt and punishment and sin just gets to Mormons and
Catholics!

"I'll do anything! Please...just don't tell anyone!"

Like a magician, Matt produced a familiar ball gag and turned the girl
to face him.

"Claire, you'll need to let me put this on you so no one hears you cry
out when I spank you, okay?"

She nodded and meekly submitted as Matt slipped the gag over her head
and popped the ball into her mouth. He tied the gag tight and the straps
pulled at the sides of her mouth, forcing her face into a sort of
exaggerated smile. Her tears told the story that it was not a smile on her
face.

Matt took her by the hand and stood her up. He was about to take off
her robe when I beat him to it and drew it off of her shoulders and let it
fall to the floor. She didn't complain when Matt manacled her wrists to
the shoulder-height bar on the wall and Claire took hold of it.

"Give me your ankle."

Claire lifted her ankle and Matt pulled it up to a footrest he'd
cleverly set up on the wall.

"The other one."

She hesitated and tried to say something.

Matt slapped her ass, hard. "Now!"

Claire was now secured to the wall and she looked like a swimmer does
when they're about to launch themselves into a race. Her hands held onto
the bar and her feet were spread about three feet apart on the footrests.
It actually looked pretty comfortable so long as Claire didn't let go of
the bar.

"You still want to watch?" He looked at me waiting for an answer.

I thought about it for a moment and surprised myself.

"Yeah, I do."

"Cool," he grinned, "then sit down and watch the mysteries of life
unfold."

Claire clearly understood our exchange was definitely not about
punishment and she looked over her shoulder just in time to see Matt
undress himself. She shrieked when he dropped his pants to reveal a
rampant and hungry cock.

"Claire, since you want to play at being a mommy so bad we've decided
the best way to punish you for playing at being a mommy is to let you find
out what being a mommy is all about."

Claire struggled to get free but found her ankles very secure and when
she let go of the bar the pain in her wrists from the manacles biting into
them cleared her thoughts and she grabbed onto it again. Matt came up
behind her and ran his hands over her back, up and down her spine, then
down between the globes of her ass and then back up again to her shoulders.

He leaned in close to her ear, "You've got a lovely ass, Claire."

Transfixed, I watched as his hands explored her body, caressing her
legs, kneading her ass, and then wandering up to her breasts. His fingers
worked her nipples into cute little erections.

"Our baby is going to be suckling at these in a few months, Claire."

The girl started crying.

Matt turned around to face me and mouthed 'wonderful!' as he knelt down
and backed himself up against the wall. When he stood up again I marveled
at his mastery of planning. Claire's position on the wall held her in
place exactly in the position Matt needed her in, all he had to do was step
forward a little. And he did. He wrapped his arms around the girl and
held her tight to his body with a faint sigh.

Claire whimpered as he took her ass in his hands and pulled her groin
against his.

"Claire, you feel so wonderful! How is it that such a sexy little thing
like you hasn't been ridden all over town by the boys? Ah, well, their
loss is my gain."

He looked over her shoulder at me and gave a little smile.

"Christie, why don't you pull up a chair to get a better look? I don't
want you to miss anything."

The unreality of his comment caught me off guard and I just took it as a
good suggestion. I pulled up a chair and soon had a ringside seat, not
even two feet away from my face was Matt's cock, the top of which was
rubbing on Claire's pussy. Claire's wet pussy. I could smell her scent
and her excitement. She knew she was about to be raped and even in the
midst of her fears her body was clearly getting ready. Matt snaked his
hand from her ass to her moistening pussy and I was shocked to see a finger
slip into the girl. She jumped in reaction to the unwelcomed probing and
futiley wriggled to get away from it.

Clearly pleased at his exploration, Matt mumbled into her ear,
"Someone's been a good girl."

With that he eased up to her and began to saw his cock slowly, back and
forth, drawing Claire's wetness out of her body. Matt was so very patient
as he worked at the girl. The head of his cock began to rage purple and it
became almost like a jewel as it glistened with Claire's pussy juice. I
got off the chair and sat on the floor to get a better view of what was
about to happen. In the middle of watching it all I couldn't help but
reach up and caress Claire's back to comfort her a little.

"You have a good view, Christie?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Right as he said 'good' the tip of his cock parted Claire's pussy lips
and slipped inside, just a bit. The girl tensed and then relaxed when he
pulled out again. He just worked at her like that for a while: his cock
poking in a little, her tensing, his pulling out, her relaxing. I was
getting wet myself and found my hand slipping beneath my own robe. I found
my clit and imagined that it was me up on the wall getting fucked. I kept
my own pace with Matt and when his cock finally plunged into Claire I came.
I heard her cry out as she accepted her first cock and I heard Matt moan
with pleasure as his cock was wrapped in tight, warm, succulent girl-flesh.
Fascinated, I reached out and touched his cock to feel where the two of
them became one and just the feeling of his cock plowing into her delicate
pussy was enough to send another rush of pleasure over my body. The touch
of my fingers encouraged Matt and he set to fucking the girl in earnest.
It was incredible to watch his length miraculously disappear into the girl
before drawing forth almost to where the tip was visible again. I so
wished it was me up on that wall. Wet, sopping sounds came from their
mating as Claire's body responded to her lover and a drop of their pleasure
flew off of his balls to land on my arm. I reached up to touch them again
as Matt began to slow down his pace into a series of deep, probing thrusts.
Claire unwittingly helped him get deeper as the discomfort made her arch
her back. I knew from fucking him myself that he was getting ready to blow
his come up into the pretty little dolt and I wrapped my hand around his
cock as he slowly plowed her. I loved the sensation as his cock began to
swell.

I heard him whisper, "Here comes your baby, Claire."

With that his cock began to furiously pump his come into Claire. I was
blown away as I held his cock tight into the girl and I stroked him,
milking more of his thick, ropy come into her fresh, waiting womb. I
scooted up some more to get a better view and I came again as I felt come
ooze out of Claire and into my hand. I grabbed Matt's cock tighter and was
rewarded with it swelling up almost instantly before it started spurting
more sperm into the girl. At this point it was not even Matt and Claire to
me, it was just a cock spurting into a pussy and I was keeping it going. I
didn't realize that my pregnant belly was exposed until I saw a gob of
white come ooze out of Claire and slip down Matt's balls and it just hung
there for a second before falling onto my belly. The same come that had
made me pregnant was now in the pussy above my hand.

Claire's head hung on Matt's shoulder as I noticed her hips were humping
at him, just a little, but surely there was a hint of lust there. I drew
Matt's hand to her pussy and he understood what he needed to do. Taking
his softening cock into his hand he used it to masturbate Claire and she
readily answered with a moan of pleasure and her hips bucked just a little
bit more than before. From my vantage point on the floor I noticed Matt
start to swell up again after several minutes and when that gorgeous cock
of his was ready he plunged it right back into Claire's heaving pussy! I
was so envious of her as she threw back her head and her first cock-induced
orgasm swept over her body. As her passion subsided she hung on Matt
limply while he continued to sate his lust in the girl. Her head just
rolled about her shoulders with each of his renewed thrusts until he
finally shot his second load of come into her worn and tired body.

I stood up, with not a little bit of effort on my part, and undid her
ankles follwed by her wrists and allowed Matt to lay her on the bed of the
cell. Gently, he undid the gag and kissed her. The flush in her face
betrayed the fact that he'd revealed one of the wonders of the universe to
the girl and she just looked up at the ceiling. Matt smiled as he looked
at her and kissed her lightly on the lips and then turned to me.

"One down and three to go!"

Chapter Five ************

I was so stinking horny when I went to bed that night I couldn't sleep.
I lay there in bed running my hands over my swelling belly and couldn't
help but be a little jealous of Claire for having Matt's attentions. It
wasn't that long ago I hated him for raping his baby into me and now here I
was, jealous of him for raping someone else. When I'd finally went to bed,
Matt had stayed in the basement room with Claire and told me to go on and
get some sleep.

I decided to get up and go check on Claire downstairs to see how she was
doing, and to see if I could have a little quality time with Matt's cock. I
put on my robe and slippers and when I went out my door I found Beth in the
hallway.

"Where's Claire? She's not in her bed."

The girl looked at me sort of quizzically, knowing and afraid to know
the answer to her own question.

"Beth, she's been downstairs with Matt all night and I was just going to
check on her..." I pondered this for a moment and then decided
'what-the-hell'. "...and maybe you could come with me?"

Beth followed me through the house and downstairs to the basement where
I told her to be quiet. Matt had let me in on a little secret of his so I
turned and caught Beth by the arm.

"Little girl, you're gonna do a little growing up in the next few
minutes and I expect you to be silent or I'll slap you so damn silly you
won't see straight. You got it?"

My sudden change caught Beth off guard.

"Uh...yeah, no problem."

Next to the bedroom door was another door that I opened and ushered Beth
inside, reminding her to be quiet. There were some comfy chairs arranged
as if to view a curtained wall and I told Beth to sit in one of them. Then
I clicked on the sound system and Beth gave me a wide-eyed stare as we both
heard Claire's whimperings coming to us through the speakers.

"What's wrong with Claire?"

I damn near hit Beth and she could see I was pissed at her for making
noise.

"Beth, shut up!" It was my harshest whisper. It was also unnecessary
once I pulled back the curtain. Matt had built the basement bedroom,
playroom, cell...whatever you want to call it, with a one-way mirror on one
side with this gallery where he could watch his latest toy in privacy. Now
Beth was speechless at the sight and sound of Claire on the bed on her
hands and knees with Matt's cock wetly plowing into her from behind. Beth
had no clue about the events leading up to this moment and I knew she could
only assume that Claire was a willing participant. And right now, Beth was
stone silent as she watched her childhood friend surrender her pussy to
Matt's ample cock.

I found it hard to pull myself away from the sight of the mating going
on only six feet away, but I finally did manage to turn around to sit with
Beth. I sat down and looked at the girl and just saw an innocent who was
having a million questions answered just by seeing what was happening on
the other side of the mirror. I guess I expected Beth to be upset and it
was a little surprising when she finally whispered to me.

"Claire's enjoying this, isn't she?"

"I'd say that's pretty obvious. Besides, I know that Matt's really good
at this." I patted my belly as I said it and Beth gave a little chuckle.

Then another light went on in Beth's little head.

"You mean he's trying to give her a baby?"

How innocent. How sweet she was.

"Beth, sweetie, that's what fucking is for is for babies. People who
fuck and try not to have a child are missing out on Our Heavenly Father's
plan for us and then they miss out on all the pleasures of two people being
together like He planned. Look at them in there having each other and
imagine if they had to stop in the middle of that and get on a condom and
then try to feel the way they did before they stopped? It just isn't
natural that way."

I kind of said all that on faith, wondering if the Mormon stuff would
hit home with Beth. I'd dated a Mormon kid years back and picked up some
of the words from him so now I gave it a run at Beth. It wasn't a wasted
effort.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Glassy eyed Beth turned her stare back to Matt and Claire's mating and
watched intently for a few moments.

"So is Claire going to stay with you guys now?"

This was moving along really fast. I didn't expect Beth to be so
receptive to all of this and here she was accepting it all and going right
to the heart of the matter. I figured I'd go a step ahead of Beth and see
where it went.

"I'd say Claire is gonna want to stay with us especially after she gets
pregnant. Beth, let me ask you, have you ever thought about being in a
marriage like ours?"

Her little doe eyes were cute.

"Of course I have. We always talked about the old ways at seminary and
how the gentiles forced the Church to change its' ways so we could have
statehood in Utah. And then we talked about the people who still cling to
the old ways and I've wondered about how it must be to be one wife in a
group like that."

She stopped talking to watch Matt pull Claire up to his chest. He held
her tight with one arm around her waist while caressing her breasts with
the other. Claire's back visibly arched to allow Matt's cock deep into her
warmth. Erotically, Claire turned her head to kiss Matt and he made an
extra effort with his hips to plunge deeply into the girl. Their kiss
ended all too soon and then Claire pulled herself from Matt and lay back on
the bed, spreading her legs to invite him. He lay down on her and slipped
his cock back into her and then continued with a gentle mating of the girl.

Beth's breath was almost ragged from watching the scene of life in front
of her innocent eyes. She was aroused and I could see it in her.

"Uh...yeah...like I was saying, I wondered what it would be like."

I took advantage of her innocent arousal and took another step.

"Beth, have you ever had an orgasm?"

She looked at me with searching.

"No."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah...why?"

She must've known where I was going with this.

"Beth, I asked you if you trust me? Do you or don't you?"

She swallowed before answering. "Yeah, I do."

"Then I need you to stay quiet and trust me now and you won't regret it,
I promise. But just be quiet and trust me, okay?"

She had that same look everyone has the first time they jump out of an
airplane.

"Okay."

I stood up from my chair and took her hand and had her stand up, too.

"Okay, Beth, you just stand here and watch Matt and Claire and think
about that being you on that bed in there instead of Claire."

I got behind Beth and held her close, much the same way Matt had held
Claire a few minutes before. She tensed a little.

"Relax, sweetie, this'll be wonderful for you...just trust me." I
whspered this into her ear and felt the warmth of my own breath in her
hair.

Beth stood still, trusting me, as I undid the tie on her robe and let it
fall open. I could feel her heart begin to beat hard as I gently palmed
her belly through the nightshirt. I don't know what got into my head, but
something made me kiss the nape of her neck and I felt her shudder with a
chill.

"Yessss, that's right."

I wasn't sure if it was Claire or myself who said that. I'm still not
sure who said it.

I eased up Beth's nightshirt and felt her warm, taut belly and dared
myself to touch her firm little breasts. She didn't budge an inch when I
found her pert nipples and fingered them gently. We both watched as Matt
pulled back from Claire and then sunk deep into the girl as she mewled her
pleasure. My hand slipped into Beth's panties and found her little slit
wettened and waiting for it's first attentions. Beth took my wrist and
held it tightly as I slipped a finger into her folds.

"Shhh, trust me Beth. Trust me and I'll show you Heaven."

Her grip on my wrist relaxed and became a gentle grasp. Her lithe
little body shuddered again as my finger found her pleasure hidden beneath
a little hood. She let her head fall back on my shoulder as one of the
mysteries of life was revealed to her delicate senses.

Claire and Beth whimpered sighs of joy at the same time and I only
wished Matt could know what was happening just steps away from his mating
with Claire.

Beth had waitied all her life for sexual pleasure and I was surprised at
how readily her body responded to me. Her breath started to become very
deep and each exhalation seemed to be a release of sorts to the girl...as
if her constrained Mormon life had finally been cast away.

Matt's time of being patient and gentle was clearly over as his tempo of
fucking young Claire increased. The wet, slapping sounds of Matt and
Claire came through the speakers to mix with the sounds of young Beth
feeling the waves of pleasure beginnning to build in her body. I fingered
Beth's little clit a little harder and a little faster as the sexual
excitement around me became electric. My own arousal built up as I
fingered Beth...almost as if I was fucking her myself...and that gave me an
idea.

Beth slipped over the edge of pleasure when I turned the direction of my
finger and plunged into her sopping wet pussy right up to the knuckle and
damn near lifted her up by her pussy.

Matt and Claire became a chorus to Beth's first release with their own
mutual orgasm and I gave up my own cry to the night as the thought of
Matt's sperm spraying into Claire sent me into my own, sweet, sweet
release.

I sat back in the chair and let Beth sit into my lap, her head falling
to my shoulder again as she caught her breath. I looked through the mirror
and saw the wonderful scene of Matt and Claire in a warm embrace, their
naked bodies entwined on the rumpled sheets. Claire's legs were widely
spread with Matt's wasted form still between them. I imagined his
throbbing cock must still be in her pussy, pulsing its' remaining cream
into the lucky girl.

The show ended after a while when Matt spoke to the night:

"I hope you girls enjoyed the show we put on for you. Next time you
might want to make sure the speakers in here are shut off. Now go to bed."

He rolled off of Claire and flicked the light on the nightstand sending
both rooms into darkness. I took Beth by the hand and led her upstairs to
go back to bed finally. I was just about to send her to her room when she
spoke up.

"I'd like to sleep with you if that's okay."

I was too exhausted for anything else this evening so I knew it would
just be sleep. So I took Beth by the hand and closed my bedroom door
behind us. I'd think about the changes in our worlds tomorrow.

Chapter Six ***********

The strange turn of events that evening took me through Thanksgiving in
a sort of haze of unreality. Claire and Matt were clearly paired up and
the two of them did nothing to hide their new relationship from Karen and
Rebekah. I really shouldn't complian too much since Beth and I did little
to conceal our odd little relationship. I'd never had any sexual feelings
toward a woman before and it was unsettling to me how comfortable I was
sleeping with a naked Beth cuddled up against my pregnant belly. Our
mutual orgasms were the best I'd had, I guess it's something to do with one
woman understanding another woman's nuances and needs, or maybe the truth
was that I just enjoyed her company and she was a young girl on the
frontier of her budding sexuality and I was just her guide. Whatever.

December 1st was the day was the day when Rebekah and Karen decided to
ask me what was up with me and Beth and I floored them by saying, bluntly:

"We're lovers. Any other questions?"

There weren't. The two of them wandered back upstairs and left me alone
to get dinner going for the night. After a while, Ashley and Beth came out
to help me get the rest of the dinner together and to set the table and we
enjoyed a nice chat about the weather and the ins-and-outs of a nice pork
roast. The dinner was shortly set out on the big table and Beth went
upstairs to get Karen and Rebekah, I went to get my little Melissa, and
Ashley went downstairs to fetch Claire and Matt. I'd say it was maybe five
more minutes before we were all assembled in our respective places and then
Matt said the grace and we all dug in.

Now our dinner times are usually filled with chat and talk of the spring
melt when the girls would be leaving, but tonight it was a little different
and the strain was clearly evident. I was impressed with Matt when he took
on his role as the man of the house and spoke.

"Karen, Rebekah, it seems you two have been left out of what's going on
here and it's upsetting you. Well, you already know that Ashley and
Christie are my wives and it's only fair to you that you know that I've
also taken Claire as my wife."

He looked down the table at them and gave them a moment to deal with
what he'd just told them. Claire stared into her plate with a bit of shame
now that she knew the other girls knew she wasn't a little innocent
anymore.

"Beth," Matt continued,"will likely be staying on as well when the time
comes and I imagine that she, too, will also become my wife."

Beth held my hand under the table and elected to stare at her food just
like Claire ahd done.

"So now the question comes to you two, Karen and Rebekah. I guess we
need to get this said and done so we can all go on with our lives here and
get this wondering bullshit out of the way."

He took a sip of his coffee and sat the cup down on the saucer with a
noticeable deliberation.

"I suppose you need to know a few things about my situation and the full
story with Ashley and Christie, but let's start at the beginning. I am
rich. I'm no billionaire, but I do have a sizable amount of money and
investments and due to that fact I am able to live the life of my choosing
and not worry too much about the consequences that normal people have to
deal with. For starters, I've been a very lonely man since the women I
know are all so aware of my wealth that they know very little about me. I
dated a woman a few years ago who never knew what color my eyes were, yet
she knew the bank I did business with."

The coffee attracted his attention again.

"So I decided on day to put on the airs of a basic working guy and see
where that would get me and would you believe that I discovered that I'm
not the most handsome guy in the world? And the women I'd meet, if they
didn't want money, they wanted looks. So I found myself getting angry and
I decided that if I couldn't have women love me for who I am then they'd
hate me. I studied up on a number of various subjects and even trained
with some security specialists who thought they were teaching me
self-defense when, if fact, they were helping me to become a criminal.

" I studied up on the forensic aspects of sexual assault and learned how
it was possible to indulge my fantasies of raping a women and not leaving
even a scintilla of evidence if I didn't want to. That got me into
thinking about what it was I really wanted in all of this and that was to
have a family. Yeah, twisted as I am, I want love like everyone else. So
I made the concious decision to seek out victims who were not on the pill
and were attractive to me."

He took another sip of the coffee and looked at me, as if for
permission, so I nodded my assent.

"And Christie was my first victim."

Karen and Rebekah stared at me in total disbelief and all I could do was
smile back at them before Matt went on.

"And when I checked on her a few months later I found that she was
having my baby and I had to go back and see her again. It took a lot of
time for me to plan my second visit and when that day came along, guess who
was over at Christie's place? That's right, Ashley. So I got to meet my
lovely daughter Melissa and then I left my gift with both Ashley and
Christie in hopes that I'd have three children at the end of it. It was a
big surprise to me when Ashley and Christie asked to come with me and to be
with me and we eventually changed our relationship from master and slaves
to husband and wives.

"So now Claire has joined with us and I'm hoping that Beth will stay,
too. I'd like to ask you two to stay on when the weather breaks and I'd
like to offer this to you in consideration: if you go home you'll marry
some Mormon guy, struggle to pay bills, struggle to raise his kids, and
live the same life your mother led. Think about that one, do you want to
live your mother's life?"

He let that comment soak in and the effect on Rebekah and Karen was
quite visible. Being a Mormon wife was not always a ton of fun. Granted
it could have it's benefits, but when it came right down to it, a woman is
always second-class in the male-dominated Mormon society. Matt had hit the
soft-point with the two girls. Here they were working hard at their
college studies fully knowng that they'd never ever be more than just a
wife to some guy, regardless of how well they did.

"I have the resources to make your lives wondrous in comparison to what
you'll go back to and all I ask is that you be mine and ours", he waved his
hands around the table, " and here, in Basington, you can do what you want.
Study. Paint. Cook. Indulge. Whatever you want, I'll provide for you. I
promise you'll want for nothing and I promise that our children will have
golden opportunities laid out for them in the future."

He took a breath and came down from his reverie.

"You have a lot of time ahead of you to think about this so tonight I'm
just asking you to think about it and, of course, to finish your dinner."

The rest of dinner was silent save for the usual courtesies of picking
up the dishes and clearing the table. It took a while for Beth and I to
set things away and when we were done we went out to the living room where
Claire, Ashley, and Matt were playing with Melissa by the fireplace.

"Where's Rebekah and Karen?" I asked.

Matt looked up and getsured at the stairs and went back to playing with
Melissa. Ashley and Claire had their own conversation going so I went to
turn around and was a little startled to find Beth at my heels like a
little puppy-dog.

"Sheesh, Beth! You scared me half-to-death!"

"Sorry, I was just...you know."

I didn't know, but that was okay.

"Beth, hon, why don't you go sit with the others for a while, okay?
I'll be back soon, I promise."

She settled in with the others and was quicklly smiling and enjoying
herself and I turned to go up the stairs. I guess I had to know what was
up with the other two girls and I eased up to their door to listen and
heard their conversation go back and forth in snippets.

"...fucking kidding! We can't stay here! What'll our folks...?"

"...shhh, not so loud! We might be able to get the van when the
snow..."

"...He is NOT going to have me..."

"...babies does he think he's going to have?"

It quickly became obvious that Matt had not won over their hearts and
souls with his little speech so I went back downstairs and passed the night
away before we all broke it up around midnight to go to bed. Ashley wanted
to have Melissa for the night in her room, Beth joined me, and Claire went
off with Matt.

The next week or so was a little strained in the house with a bit of a
division with Claire, Ashley, Matt, and myself on one side, Karen and
Rebekah on the other, and Beth somewhere in between. Claire's time with
Matt had to come to an end when her period started up and that was nothing
but good news for Ashley as she got some long overdue attention from the
man of the house and spent much of the week with a silly glow on her face.
The following week was my turn with Matt and I enjoyed the comfort of his
masculine body next to mine for a few nights. On our last night he asked
me if I thought Beth could handle 'being brought into the family' and I
told him that it might take some more time before she was ready for that.

I caught myself not at all being honest with him about Beth. I really
had no idea what she wanted, but I did know that I liked having her company
in bed and I also liked having Matt's company in bed and I didn't want to
share either of them. I sort of thought of Beth as being mine, I guess.

Sunday night came along and at dinner time Matt said he'd need to get
some rest and just needed to sleep alone so Beth and I exchanged looks and
I could see she was happy to get back to our 'thing'. We later showered
together and had a bit of girl-time fussing about our nails and perfume and
creams and when it came time for bed it was unspoken but understood we'd be
naked. We were soon in an embrace and kissing each other as our hands
sought out each other's pleasure, but Beth caught my hand and whispered,

"Let me do this just for you."

I surrendered to her wishes and she pushed back the sheets and gently
spread my legs before sitting herself between them. Over her shoulder I
saw the door crack open just a bit as a pair of prying eyes were watching.
'What the heck?' I thought, 'Let 'em watch'.

I guess I didn't expect the show to be such a great performance! Beth
was busy fingering me the way I liked when she suddenly backed up on the
bed and came down on all fours. I looked at her eyes as she searched my
face for something and then she breathed a wispy air on my pussy and
goosebumps broke in waves across my body at the delicious sensation. Beth
leaned into me with her ass in the air and kissed my hungry pussy. I can't
even describe the magic of feeling that first kiss on my pussy! I lost
myself in the wonder of arousal and caressed her soft hair as her head made
delicate little motions above my loins, eliciting pleasures unknown from my
eager body. I lost all track of time as Beth worked her magic on me until,
finally, the crescendo of my pleasure shattered me right to my soul!

It was so wonderful! Beth sat back and looked at me with a look of
satisfaction for making me feel so...incredible. We stared at each other
for a bit and I noticed the little drop of sweat trickle down from her neck
between the pert peaks of her chest. I'd never really noticed her breasts
before, but there they were and I studied them now as they lightly heaved
with each breath she took. The buds of her nipples were so tiny compared
to my own and I figured that maybe it had something to do with having the
baby. Her skin was so perfect, so flawless that I was a little self
conscious of the stretch marks and the swelling of my belly, but I could
clearly see that Beth didn't care.

I wanted more, but I felt I owed Beth the same thing she had done for
me. Without a word I maneuvered myself to where I was on my back with my
head at the end of the bed and I gestured for Beth to get on top of me.
She was confused for a moment, but then the recognition of what I wanted
clicked in and she swung a leg over me and then leaned in to kiss me and
suck me again. I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled myself up to
where I could finally return her favor to me. I was amazed at the musky
scent of her body and then the salty taste of the wetness around her pussy
and I was soon hard at work matching the efforts she was giving to me. The
feeling of giving and receiving such intense pleasure was pleasurable in
itself and my head swirled with the joy of the moment.

As my peak came I struggled to fight the urge to clench Beth's loving
head with my thighs and I focused on her pleasure until we both succumbed
to Eros' pleasures. I closed my eyes to enjoy the afterglow and to feel
Beth's soft, warm body against mine. Tremors swept through both of us and
I imagined that even my baby, deep inside me, must be feeling the sense of
pleasure in me.

In the midst of our tryst I'd forgotten about the person at the door and
when I opened my eyes I could see Matt smiling down at me and he mouthed
the word, 'Now'. I understood him clearly and I welcomed what he wanted
now, if only out of my selfish desire to never let Beth leave me. He
quietly stepped back from the bed as I motioned Beth to sit up. She
started to turn around.

"No, sweetie, stay right there at the end of the bed. I think I'd like
a little more of your magic touch, okay?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

I arranged my pillows so I could sit up a little and then I spread my
legs wide and invited Beth to take up her position again. She went down on
her elbows and knees with her cute ass upturned into the air right at the
end of the big, comfy bed. Matt slipped up behind her and as he came into
the light I could see his eager cock twitching with lust for my Beth's
perfect body. I was sort of jealous and envious that her first time would
be right after so much pleasure, but I also felt honored to be there with
her as she felt a man in her body for the very first time.

Matt took her by the hips and she turned to look at him with a bit of a
shock. Then she turned back to me with a knowing look, her eyes telling me
that she knew her little-girl world was about to change.

"Shhhh, it'll be fine Beth. I love you and Matt loves you, too."

Her eyes went wide as Matt's fattened cock slipped between her pussy
lips and he stroked her, little by little, each stroke of his manhood
changing her by the measure from a girl to a woman.

She looked at me with a tear flowing down her cheek and I reached out
and wiped it from her face with my finger.

"You'll be fine, I promise."

She grimaced with the pain of Matt's cock slipping into her depths for
the first time and I found myself aroused by seeing her arch her back to
accept Matt into her body just as nature designed. Nature won out over
pain and years of prudish upbringing and my innocent Beth began to fuck
back on the cock that was invading her pussy. Her arms wrapped around my
nakedness and she lay her head on my belly while Matt pursued a gentle
tempo of fucking her beautiful body. I was touched when she kissed my
belly and looked at me. Her face was so erotic: Her searching eyes staring
at me, her pouting mouth open with awe and breathless anticipation, her
gentle moans as the cock plowing her body struck deep.

She turned her head to look at Matt and saw a male in his full glory,
impaling a willing female on his cock, preparing to sow his seed deep into
her body, claiming the female as his own. I looked up at Matt and saw the
unspeakable joy in his face as his cock continued driving into a pussy that
had never felt a man in it before.

Beth looked back at me with knowing in her eyes then, casting a look at
my belly a realization swept over her and she turned to Matt.

"You're not going to put a baby in me, are you?"

Matt chuckled a little, never breaking his tempo, "No, not necessarily."

He stroked her body silently for a minute or so before he spoke again.

"Well," he fucked deep into her, making her grunt with the effort, "I
just might try!"

Beth knew there was no stopping what had started and the tears flowed
freely. I felt a little sad for her, but I also knew that she'd soon come
to love the feeling of Matt's loving cock plowing into her, filling her.

Matt took her hips firmly and began a slow and steady fucking,
deliberating fucking Beth deeply to make her grunt from the invasion. His
head went back and I knew he'd soon be shooting his come deep into my
Beth...making her his....making her mine. I took her hands to hold them as
the final moments of her first mating began and she looked up at me again,
her joyful face stained with tears and her body paradoxically trying to
stop Matt from his needs all the while her back still arched to get him in
deeper and her body moved back to meet his thrusts. Part of her wanted him
to stop and her nature demanded that she continue. Her confusion was
painful for me and I had to make myself think of the fact that she'd now be
with me all the time, I wouldn't have to worry about her leaving come the
spring thaw.

Matt bit down on his lower lip and I knew he was there. He grasped Beth
about her hips and held her firmly as he drove his cock into her as deep as
he possibly could. With her mouth closed she gave a sharp moan from the
pain deep inside her body and then her eyes went wide open to look at me as
if she'd been hit by a truck. I knew right then that she was feeling
Matt's cock shooting it's load of come deep into her sensitive body and she
was thinking about that sperm swimming up her tight cervix searching for an
egg. Millions of his swimmers were now free inside her body, millions of
them, all trying to make Beth pregnant. She knew, too, if he didn't fill
her with his baby this time, he'd do it next time, or maybe the time after
that. It was just an eventuality now and she knew it.

What was amazing was Matt's need for my little Beth. He'd no sooner
stopped shooting his come into her then he began furiously fucking her
again. He pulled out of her sopping wet, come-filled pussy, turned her
over on her back and right as she shrieked, "No!", he slammed into her and
fucked the crying girl like some strange, possessed fucking machine. The
bed rocked with their fanatic mating and I was starting to think I needed
to stop this when Matt reared back with an, "Unngghhhhh!!!!", as his cock
unloaded a second round of potent come into poor Beth.

He stood there enjoying the ferocity of his orgasm and I saw the glint
of satisfaction he had from dominating and inseminating the girl. He was
pure man and I found myself loving him for it.

His cock finally slipped from the quietly sobbing girl and I gathered
her up under the covers as he left the room and silently closed the door
behind him. Beth clung to me with her face nuzzled against one of my
breasts and fell asleep, exhausted from her exertions. One of her legs was
draped over mine and as I ruminated the events of the evening I became
acutely aware of the come leaking out of Beth and wetly onto my leg. I
guess I lay there for an hour or so before I finally drifted off myself,
but not before thinking about the evening's events with a wicked smile.

Chapter Seven *************

Christmas came and went with a renewed air of civility in our house.
Beth had been a bit shaken by Matt's attentions that one night and the
result had been some militant attitudes towards Matt by Karen and Rebekah,
but when they found that Matt shared their concerns for Beth their
militancy softened somewhat.

The dinner on Christmas Eve had been a great time with everyone pitching
in to help make the night memorable. Karen and Rebekah worked on the
dessert, Beth set a grand table with a set of China she'd found in the
attic, Claire plucked and cleaned the goose Matt had shot when he was out
hunting the day before, and Ashley and I put ourselves to the task of a
feast fit for a king. The question of having wine with dinner raised a few
chuckles when Ashley and I demurred for what were becoming obvious reasons.
Claire elected not to imbibe as well and there were a few glances around
the table as we all wondered if this meant anything.

The conversation was genial and light and the several weeks of friction
just seemed to disappear with the steam from the goose on the table. The
dessert was finally served and while Rebekah and Karen complained of being
'stuffed' the rest of us had no problem putting it away after a long day of
kitchen work. And then we all managed to get to our feet and clear off the
table, migrating the mess into the kitchen. The chatter, fueled with a bit
of wine, made Matt feel a little lost, as if he was a rooster in a hen
house and I got a little laugh at his expense wondering if he really wanted
to have six women in his life after all.

Cleaning up the dishes and all of the pots and pans took about
half-an-hour with fourteen hands all working together and we soon headed
out to the living room once the last dish was in its place. The living
room was the very picture of a grand lodge with the fire roaring, the
Christmas tree decked out with ornaments and tinsel, and the overstuffed
chairs and couches cleverly arrayed about the room to encourage several
conversations at once. Ashley took Melissa and sat by the tree with Beth
for a nice time while Rebekah, Claire, and Karen cuddled together on a
couch like the friends that they are to chat the way close girlfriends do.
I was pleased to have Matt slide in next to me on another couch where he
wrapped his arms around me and we held court on the success of the evening.

Matt was going on about the gravy when I recall that I looked around the
room at all the happy faces and realized how truly happy I was. The warm
glow of the fire and the delicate colors of the Christmas lights were
reflected ever so gently on the smiling face of each person. I found
myself crying a few tears of joy as it occurred to me that I'd never been
happier in all of my life. I had everything I never knew I wanted until
that very moment, my sister with my baby girl and herself with child, a
loving man with his arms wrapped securely around myself and our second baby
in my warm belly, and four women who were fast becoming the best friends
I'd ever had. No worries about jobs, careers, schools, parents, or bills.
Just an easy life of sharing love with one another.

"Here now, what's this?" Matt whispered, deftly lifting a tear from my
cheek with his fingertip.

"Matt," I snuffled, "I've never been happier in all of my life. Never."

He pulled me close to let me rest my head on his shoulder and then he
draped his arm around me to caress my belly while I drifted off to sleep.

Much later, with the fire reduced to glowing embers, he woke me and took
me upstairs to his room. As he was helping me up the stairs I noticed that
everyone else had already gone off to bed themselves, politely leaving me
undisturbed with Matt.

I'd figured we'd just cuddle up and go to sleep but I could see that
Matt was wanting me. His look wasn't one of lust, but of love and we
shared a gentle kiss as he undressed me and tucked me into the covers.
Then he flicked off the light and I heard his clothes slip to the floor.
Slipping into bed he cuddled up to me, guiding me to roll over to my side,
facing away from him. He pulled close to me and I felt his need in the
strength of his arms. There was something different with Matt this
evening, his usual lust always telegraphed an urgency to me and he'd get
right into the main act right off, tonight he was unusually patient and
gentle, almost as if he could handle not having me. It was like he read my
mnd when he whispered in my ear.

"We don't have to if you don't want to, I'm happy just being with you
and our baby." He cuddled me even tighter against him.

Honestly, being six months along I wasn't really in the mood to have
sex, but his gentleness and his patience made me want him. I slowly arched
my back and felt his warm cock slip up between my thighs and he gave a
little bit of a moan in response. I was a little dry at first, but he just
gently massaged his eager cock between my pussy lips until my body began to
respond to him and I gradually felt his cock slide into me. He was
magnificently gentle as he genuinely made love to me, his short thrusts
allowed him a little deeper into me with each gentle effort. It seemed an
eternity before I finally felt the head of his cock kiss the bud of my
cervix, and then he simply held still inside of me. I went to move and he
held me tightly.

"Shhh, I just want to be in you, be with you...shhhhh." He whispered it
in my ear like a wish or a need, not like the commands he'd usually give to
me in bed. My heart glowed with a newfound love for this man; I'd loved
him as the father of my babies and now I just loved him for who was to me
right this moment. He stroked my hair and caressed my body all over and
only once in while did I feel him move inside of me. I realized that he
wasn't making love to me for his needs, he was just making love to me to
make me feel loved. I'd always felt like a hopeless romantic, but now I'd
found the kind of love that most women can only dream of and the calm
assurance of that feeling allowed me to slip into a peaceful sleep. Before
I nodded off I wondered at the miracle of how intimate the moment was with
my man filling my body and my body filled with his child.

Matt later told me that he'd made love to me all night long as he found
the act of trust I'd made by falling asleep in his arms to be the most
erotic thing that had ever happened to him. I don't know if I came during
the night, but I do know I awoke the next morning with his loving cock
still deep inside of me and his sleeping breath warm on my neck and I felt
more bliss than any orgasm had ever given me.

The morning sun rose through the window and Matt finally awoke and
slipped from me as I lay quietly in the covers. I heard him rise and
gather his clothes and he let himself out, trying not to disturb me. It
was a wonderful reverie I had, looking off at the snow-capped peaks of the
Rockies, the crisp blue sky, and the lingering warmth of Matt's body next
to me. I really wondered if the morning could be any more beautiful when
Ashley quietly opened the door to bring me my Melissa. Ashley had bathed
and fed her and then decided to see if I'd take her for a while and I
gladly agreed. When Ashley left the room I sat up in the bed and took
Melissa into my arms and cuddle her into a cute bout of cooing and giggles.
I slipped Melissa's little jumper off and held her soft body close to my
breasts and was rewarded when she went to suckle at me, even though it had
been some time. To my pleasant surprise my milk had come up and my morning
was completed by the motherly joy of feeding my baby girl.

With that moment I knew I was to be with Matt for the rest of my life
and that I'd gladly give him all the children I could. I'd always thought
of him as Matt and as the father of my babies before, but thereafter I
always thought of him as my husband. I wondered why I didn't feel the
least bit jealous about sharing him and when we all gathered together for
New Year's I again realized how much I loved Ashley and the other women and
it suddenly seemed perfectly natural to want to share Matt with them.

It was sometime in early January, just after Matts' thirty-second
birthday, when Claire told me the old Mormon term for women in a plural
marriage: 'sister-wives'. Especially in Ashley's case, this did indeed
seem the right thing to call them. I felt closer to these women than just
friends and even Ashley was closer to me than she'd been before.
'Sister-wives' was a good term to describe our unique relationship.

Well, it was true to a lesser extent with Beth, and definitely true with
Claire as she and Matt made it clear that she had joined our family. The
two of them would sit together talking after dinner some nights while the
rest of played games or watched a movie and I was just certain that she was
making love to Matt when she could.

One night after everyone else had gone off to bed I'd stayed up reading
a book in the library and decided to go get a nice warm cup of herbal tea
to settle me down for the night. I left the little reading light on in the
library and quielty made my way through the house heading for the kitchen.
All of the lights were off in the living room except that the light from
the fire was brighter than it should be with everyone off to bed. Deciding
to check on the fire I padded around the furniture and found myself looking
at Matt and Claire. They were so beautiful together.

The thick sheepskins we all sat on when we'd perch around the fire were
all in a big, soft pile and the flickering light of the fire was warmly
reflected on Matt and Claire's naked skin. Claire was on her back and her
legs were spread with her knees up on either side of Matt's gently
thrusting body. My tea was forgotten as I quietly eased myself into one of
the big, comfy chairs to watch their mutual intimacies unfold.

From the darkness where I sat I had a sort of diagonal view of the
lovers with their feet towards me and their kissing lips to the fire place.
Immediately I could see that Claire was not at all complaining about Matt's
passion for her as her hands would pull at his rising ass to draw him back
into her body. Their kissing was intense and passionate and I could only
imagine how Claire must've felt in the warmth of the fire, sandwiched
between the comfort of the plush sheepskins and the loving man on top of
her. The thought made me feel a tingle of arousal in my own body.

Matt's hand busily kneaded one of Claire's generous breasts and even in
the dim firelight I could see the bud of her nipple, erect with the
pleasure of attention. She lifted one of her feet to caress Matt's leg and
he responded with a deep thrust that made her moan out loud. Her neck
arched back away from their kiss and then he brushed her hair aside and
buried his face into her neck, kissing her exposed flesh. He thrust deeply
into Claire's belly once again to bring yet another, louder, moan from her
lips. Matt's fervor relaxed a bit and so did Claire at which point I
realized her moans were of discomfort, not pleasure. Still new to the
wonders of being with a man, I knew that Claire was reeling from the
painful, joyful sensation of Matts' cock probing to her very depths.

Slowly, his ardor renewed without the deep thrusting and his ass rose in
a steady rhythm between Claires knees. His hands came up to her sides and
then he lifted himself off of her until he was in a push-up over her body.
Claire let her arms drape about her head and I saw a satisfied smile on her
face as she looked up at Matt in the firelight. His ass rose again and I
found my hand drifting to my own pussy as I realized the only touch they
had at that moment was where their bodies met as one. Claires feet came
down to the sheepskin and she scooted herself towards Matt a bit and then
spread her legs out wide to invite his cock into her, an invitation he
repeatedly accepted.

Once again, her lips told the story of his cock plowing too deply into
her and he went to back off a little. Her hands came up to his hips and
pulled him tightly to her body, embedding the rutting cock firmly against
her cervix.

"Unnggghhh!!" she gasped, yet still drawing him tightly to her. Despite
the pain she clearly needed his cock deep in her belly. His body began to
show a sheen of sweat in the light of the flames and I knew it couldn't be
long before he'd have to have his pleasure in her.

With a sudden move, Matt fell on top of Claire and rolled her over until
she was on top of him. Their mating interrupted by the change of position,
Claire lifted herself to a sitting position on Matts loins and then rose
up.

The sight of his cock glistening with Claires wetness was no small shock
to me. In all the times I'd been with Matt I'd never seen the tool of his
manhood quite like this and now I was seeing it in all its turgid, rampant
glory. Wet, hard, and throbbing along its length I looked at it and time
stood still for me as I took in its every detail. It was no wonder that he
could inflict pain with that tool of his, it wasn't terribly thick in
relation to its length, but it was easily eight inches long! The thought
of that wonderful cock penetrating deep into my belly made me wet almost
instantly. I was fascinated as Claire then took it in her hand and held
its tip to her body and then settled herself, slowly, around it. Inch by
glorious inch it disappeared into her pussy until the crack of her ass
cleft down onto his balls. She had that thing all the way inside of her!
When she lifted up again I was sure she'd get off of it, but then she came
down on it again, hard.

"Ohhh!" her little voice rang through the room as she impaled herself on
him. She sat there a moment and then his hands came up her body, lingering
on her breasts, then moving up to her neck and drawing her down to his
chest. Their lips met in a beautiful, impassioned kiss and then I
witnessed the wonder of his ample cock as it began to pump in and out of
her pussy. His need was great and I saw his pace increase, bit by bit,
until that tool of his was plowing Claire enough to make a wet, slapping
sound as their mating built to a hot, lustful fury. She rose up on his
thrusting cock, his hands rising to her breasts and holding her up on him.
Moaning quietly and running her hands through her touseled hair, her head
rolled about her neck until she let it fall back. With her face to the
ceiling she let out a thin wail of joy as her orgasm swept her heaving
body. I can only imagine what that had been like for Matt as he grabbed her
hips and plunged himself up, up, up into the woman, impossibly deep into
her body. I heard him sigh and saw that lovely cock throb into Claire, the
balls jerking as they shot their loads of sperm into her waiting womb.

Matt withdrew his meat from her and slammed it deep into her again as he
let loose another torrent of his come into the inner chamber of her lovely
young form.

Wasted from their passion, Claire fell on Matts chest and lay there, her
back rising and falling rapidly as she sought to catch her breath and
recover from the furious mating she'd just been part of. I watched for a
little bit as the two lovers shared a few more intimate kisses and his cock
made a few more thrusts into Claires sperm-soaked pussy. Finally, she
reached for her panties and held them around his softening cock as she
lifted from him, clasping the cotton cloth to her dripping pussy as the
limp cock fell free from its grasp.

With no small effort she rose to her feet and gathered her things to
make her way upstairs. I watched her walk and realized how sore she must
be from the way she almost limped up the steps. My gaze returned to Matt
where he lay on the sheepskins gathering his strength to get up. Some
minutes went by as he lay there with his limp cock drooling sperm onto his
belly and finally he pulled on his boxers and padded up the stairs.
Shortly, I heard his shower start up. Shaking myself from my reverie I
went off to get that cup of tea.

It was no small effort for me to get back to reading Tom Clancy's latest
tome about the adventures of Jack Ryan. No matter how I tried, though,
Clancy just couldn't get my focus back from my thoughts of the evening.
The clock was just coming up on one in the morning when I sipped my last of
the tea and closed the book for the night.

Chapter Eight *************

March had finally come and gone and April was upon us. The weather was
letting up in the low country but we were still getting more snow up at
Basington and Matt said we could now expect the road to be deep in snow
until at least the middle of May. So we all more or less continued with
life and waited to see what would happen with our little group when the
spring thaw opened up a way out for all of us. What would happen then?

It was no small matter of discussion among all of us. Matt couldn't
hide the fact that he was worried about his potential legal problems should
one of the girls go to the authorities about his 'hobby' and he was mostly
worried about what Karen and Rebekah had planned. Ashley and I were just
about ready to pop and the thought of having Matt going off to jail just as
we were having our babies was pretty scary. Beth had started to show just
a little and Claire missed her period at the end of March and we were all
fairly certain that she'd be needing our maternity clothes soon enough.

Matt was off hunting one day when Ashley, Beth, Claire, and myself had
an impromptu meeting in the kitchen about our possible future circumstances
should Karen and Rebekah turn Matt into the police. We all knew the two
holdout girls quite well after a winter together and we knew they'd never
be able to just leave things alone if they went back to the world. Ashley
and I had the most to lose and it was strange that Claire was the one who
broached the idea of killing them. I was really shocked that quiet little
Claire would think of such a thing! She rationalized the whole thing by
saying that we had five children to think about.

"Hitler had his reasons for killing the Jews.", said our only male
voice.

We were ashamed to find Matt had been in the mud room off the kitchen
listening to our conspiracy unfold.

"I'd rather just go to jail then kill them. It's not like I'm all
Mister Goody-Goody or anything, but murder just isn't anything I'll
tolerate. I hope I'm clear on that? Other than that, well, that's up to
you."

We all four nodded in agreement as Matt headed upstairs to take a hot
shower. He was funny; he didn't want us conspiring to murder anyone, but
he didn't want to stop us from conspiring all together! We were just
getting into one of Beth's elaborate ideas when...

"Aaahnnngh!"

Did I say that?

"Ah....ngh!...shit!"

I looked down at my feet as my water broke and splashed onto the tiled
floor and recognized the familiar pain of contractions. The three girls
helped me to the bathroom shower when I told them I wanted a warm shower to
relax me for what was to come anytime now. Ashley, herself expecting at
any moment, became flushed from the exertion and stress of getting me to
the bathroom and she had helped me into the shower when we all had another
surprise.

Ashley looked at me with surprise, shock, and joy as we all heard her
own water break and splash out into the shower pan. I looked down and saw
the mixture of blood, fluid, and mucus swirling around the drain and then I
hugged my little sister.

"I guess we'll both be Aunties now!"

I was really surprised by Ashley and how easy she'd made it look. The
four of us had stripped down naked and were crowded into the shower
comforting each other and being comforted by the others. It was kind of
funny when Ashley and I found ourselves comforting Claire and Beth when
they were crying for us! What really set off the day was when, after just
an hour of labor, Ashley grabbed hold of one of the rails in the shower and
squatted down with a contraction.

"Claire," who was right behind Ashley, "better catch the baby."

With such precious little ceremony did I become an Aunt to my first
nephew, Michael. It was eight painful hours later when Ashley became an
Aunt to Melissa's new sister Lauren. I will say that I was thrilled to see
that Lauren had her father's hair and eyes and would be a counterpoint to
my beautiful Melissa. After the lengthy and very painful labor I was
content to leave Lauren to the girls and go to bed for the night.

The morning came early and I was up before dawn to answer the demands of
my hungry little girl. I pulled open my robe and drew her to my breast and
thrilled to having her so close to me. I was pleasantly surprised when
Karen came into the room and quietly sat next to me and caressed Lauren's
soft back.

"She's beautiful."

That was the whole conversation she had with me and she got up to leave
as silently as she'd arrived.

Over the next week Karen cozied up to me much more than in the months
past and spent a lot of time with myself and my two girls. I wondered what
was going on in her head when one day she just started asking very detailed
questions about sex. It went on for an hour or so when I just got right to
the point.

"Karen, why don't you just try it?"

She looked at me like I'd slapped her. I was expecting her to cry or
get pissed or something and then the truth came out.

"I'm just afraid of getting pregnant like all of you did. I just don't
want a baby."

It was an easy step from that point to discussing the fact that there
was an ample supply of unused and, up to no at least, un-needed condoms. I
think Karen really wanted me to convince her that she could be with Matt
and not worry about getting pregnant. I decided to take the bull by the
horns and got out a nice bottle of port to, uh, 'prime the pump' and it was
maybe another hour or so when Karen had a ready glow going on and I figured
it was time to invite Matt to my room.

I left the baby with Ashley and explained what Karen wanted to Matt and
he thought it was great that she wanted him. When we got back to the room
Karen was a little surprised to see Matt but the port wine had made her
inhibitions fade far, far away. I excused myself while the two of them
talked a bit and slipped into the closet instead of out the door so I could
watch. Yeah, I'm a voyeur!

Matt dragged out the evening and I guess this was part of his strategy
since he got Karen to finish most of the port. Then he went to work. In
the middle of some serious kissing and grinding he undressed the two of
them faster than I can undress myself sober! Gently, he laid Karen back on
the bed and made a little ceremony about putting on the condom in front of
her. I couldn't see too well from the closet, but he soon laid down on her
in the classic missionary position and a high pitched little squeak from
Karen told me that she was getting herself fucked and she was getting
fucked by a pro.

He reached over to the nightstand and turned on the radio and flicked
off the light so only a dim nitelite illuminated the room. I opened the
closet door for a better view and was treated to a side-on view of Matt's
ass rising and falling over Karen's grasping body. His cock was clearly
buried in the drunken girl and her lewdly outstretched thighs told the tale
of her wanton lust finally being unleashed. They went on and on until I
saw her legs rise up around Matt's thighs and I knew she was cumming on her
very first time! Matt kept her going until she was breathless and then he
rose off of her.

"Let's try something else.", he said.

He rolled Karen over onto her belly and then pulled her hips up to meet
his. She got up on all fours and then Matt pushed her in the middle of her
back until her head rested on the pillows again with her little ass pointed
back at Matt's latex-covered cock.

"I think you're gonna like this."

I nearly giggled out loud when Matt reached down to his cock and quietly
slipped off the condom, dropping it to the carpet, and then mounting Karen
with his bare, naked cock. I wished it was me getting that cock and I got
wet just thinking about it. I could see the ecstasy on his face as he
slipped his glorious length into the unknowing girl. Her ass rushed
backward to meet the thrusting cock as Karen enjoyed the wild abandon of
what she thought was a recreational fucking.

It was such a treat to watch Karen thrust herself back to meet Matt's
burrowing tool. He ran his hands over her back and then leaned into her to
wrap his arms around her and minister to her dainty breasts. His pace
slowed and he pulled the girl up to his chest. It was beautiful to see
them kissing, her head turned over her shoulder to meet his lips all the
while her body was impaled by his length. It was too much for Matt.

He drove himself deep into the unknowing girl and she gave a little cry
as he drove himself into a place she didn't know anyone could reach. Matt
pushed her face back down to the bed and I saw on his face the serious look
he'd get just before he'd come. He lovingly ran his hands over the globes
of her ass as his cock slipped back and forth between them with greater
urgency. Finally, his face screwed up in a grimace of pent up sexual
energy and I knew, right at that second, that Karen's pussy was being
bathed with proven sperm.

As Matt slowed down from his lust Karen still thrust herself back on the
softening cock trying to keep the moment going.

"Sweetie, I don't think I have anything left for you right now." He
pulled the dripping cock from it's warm, slickened sleeve. "Howzabout we
go take a little shower, okay?"

The poor, naiive girl didn't notice her pussy spilling come down her
legs as the two freshly mated lovers padded to the shower. Matt told me
later that he fucked her again in the shower and the stupid girl didn't
even ask about the condom!

By the first of May when her period was late, that was when she asked
about the condom and Matt honestly told her that she'd be another
baby-filled mommy at Basington.

Chapter Nine ************

Matt was living the dream. Even with Ashley and I taking a break from
his passions due to our recent childbirths, he still had three eager women
to fuck every night, and every day, too. It was like watching a little kid
in a candy shop whenever I caught him in those moments when he was deciding
who he was going to fuck. He'd look around to see who was near, or maybe
he'd look for the girl he was in the mood for, and then he'd approach her,
something unsaid would be exchanged between them and then they'd disappear
for half an hour or maybe the whole day.

The girl talk around the breakfast table rarely drifted to sexual
matters and it was kind of strange to think that the one tie we all shared
was something we tried not to talk about. Having shared the same man, all
but one of us were sisters in a way. Our children would all share the same
father and that made us all relatives and closer than just girlfriends.

Being a typical man, Matt would sometimes interrupt our morning chats
with a comment.

"Is anyone free right now?"

One of our little family customs became to let whoever had the least
clothes on at the breakfast table go off with Matt. Bathrobes and smiles
quickly became the rule among the available women.

I was jealous with the veritable orgy going on around me and I was also
fascinated in a detached sort of way with the hungering sexuality of a
group of women who'd been prudish girls only a few months before. The
wonder of being fucked by a driven man had entranced us into submitting our
very souls to him. In a very real sense each of us had been raped by Matt
and now we had come to a place where we enjoyed being raw, sexual females
being mated by a raw, primitive kind of man. The thin veneer of
civilization had been stripped away from us and we'd become a sort of
ancient tribe worshipping a fertility god in the mountains.

A good example of our paradigm shift was found in Karen. Karen's
reaction to male sexual attention was dramatic. In the week after her
first time she walked around the house in her sweats and just her sweats.
Everyone knew she had no bra or panties on anymore. She'd play coy and
demure around Matt to provoke his arousal and then she'd tease him
mercilessly until he'd force her to her hands and knees, peel the fleece
off of her flawless young ass, and then slip his babymaker into her willing
pussy.

She had no shame.

I found myself alone in the library one night when Matt virtually
dragged Karen into the room and closed the door. She didn't see me, but
Matt looked at me and smiled as he bent the girl over the desk and yanked
her sweat pants to the carpet. As he stepped out of his shorts she started
to get up but with one hand Matt forced her face to the desk and with the
other he guided his veined cock into her body. In one hard thrust he
plunged himself deep into her belly, causing her to cry out. Then he
pounded her body against the desk with a fury, clearly only caring about
his own pleasure. His passion rose quickly and I soon witnessed his
stabbing his cock hard into the girl as he filled her with his sperm.

He didn't look at me as he pulled up his pants and left Karen splayed
upon the desk, her bare pussy dripping with the product of their mating. I
sat there quietly as she regained her composure and we began to chat as she
cleaned up with a handy tissue and then pulled her pants back up. With no
shame whatsoever, Karen told me of the unbridled sexual lust that Matt had
released in her. She even went on to say how she felt even freer once she
knew he'd plowed his seed into her young body.

Karen told me she realized that she'd been had when Matt fucked her in
the shower their first night and they'd skipped the condom. Feeling him
pulse his fertile sperm into her pussy made her feel as if the last tie to
her old life had finally been severed and now she could be whoever she
wanted to be. No more talk of missions, no getting up extra early for
seminary before classes, no bishops pushing their sons on her, and no more
of a planned, sanitized life where sex was something she'd have to endure
to achieve salvation. She'd been set free from the constraints of her
restrictive Mormon lifestyle and she was never going back.

"No more of that shit", she told me as she left for the night,"now I'm
free."

I finished reading the Tom Clancy book around four in the morning and
headed off to bed. Wiped out, I slept in the next morning and rose around
ten. I checked on the kids in the play room and had a cup of coffee with
Ashley and Karen before heading back up the stairs for a needed shower.
Turning from the landing at the top of the stairs I made my way to the big
bathroom at the end of the hallway. I wasn't surprised to hear a gentle
moaning coming from Matt's room as I padded past his door. Curiosity got
the better of me I wondered who was in there receiving his potent
attentions so I decided to steal a peek and I cracked open the door.
Predictably, I saw Matt's head in the morning light gently rising and
falling between a pair of outstretched legs, but I had no clue who the legs
belonged to. Whoever it was, she was getting the royal treatment from the
lord of the manor. A tinge of pure jealousy flowed across my heart and
then passed. Soon enough, I realized, and I'd be with him again.

Fascinated, I watched with a growing lust as he kissed and sucked and
licked the lucky girl into a writhing frenzy. Her hands came down on his
head and held his hair as he brought her to a glowing release.

"Rebekah, wasn't that as good as I told you it would be?"

I almost gasped out loud! I pulled back from the door and caught my
breath. Was it possible? The proverbial weakest link in the chain of our
family was being forged anew this very minute? Damn. I thought for a
moment what I should do and then I remembered Karen and Ashley downstairs.
Quietly, I turned and headed back to the kitchen.

"Girls, you'll never guess what's going on upstairs!"

"Shit, don't make me guess, just tell us." Ashley put on her
pissed-little-sister voice.

"Fine, I won't tell you, then."

"Fuck, I didn't mean it that way, just tell us what's up?"

I looked at Ashley and Karen and held the suspense for a moment.

"I think Rebekah's about to get fucked!"

Speedy Gonzales couldn't get up those stairs as fast and as quietly as
the three of us did that day. We got to Matt's door and this time Ashley
eased it open a crack so we could hear the conversation.

"Matt, I really liked the thing you did for me, but I can't go all the
way with you. I have a life I want to get back to and someone has to say
where all four of us went. Our families miss us."

I heard Matt draw a breath in the way he does when he's really horny.

"Sweetie, this can be your family now. Be with me. Be with us. You
have more love here than you can ever hope to have anywhere or with anyone
else. And besides," he took another deep breath, "look at you lying there
on my bed...you're just...delicious."

I couldn't see what was happening but I heard the bedsprings sing as
Matt must have been climbing onto the bed. Onto Rebekah. I pushed Ashley
aside and peeked in to see what was happening.

"No...no...Matt...we can't..." Rebekah whimpered between kisses as she
struggled to push him off. She got a knee between Matt's legs and...

"OOmmph!"

Matt was clearly pissed as he'd moved at the last second, taking a knee
in the gut instead of the groin. He fell to one side as Rebekah jumped off
the bed.

"You BASTARD!" I TRUSTED you and you just think you can fuck me like
this? You asshole. I'm leaving and I'm telling the whole fucking world
about you and your little harem up here. It's over."

Matt sat on the bed speechless, of course, after having the wind knocked
out of him. Rebekah mumbled something else and then picked up her clothes
and came towards the door.

It was an unspoken thing between us. As Rebekah gave her speech Ashley,
Karen, and myself exchanged knowing glances. If Rebekah did what she was
promising to do then "it" really would be over. We'd have lives to go back
to. With babies. In shame for most of us. And our freedom from the world
would be over.

It was Karen, the recent convert, who surprised me by acting first.
Rebekah swung open the door and looked at us in shock as we saw here stand
there naked with her clothes in her hands.

"It's not what you think!", she protested.

Karen sort of growled what we'd all three silently decided.

"It will be."

Rebekah screamed as the three of us rushed her. She threw her handful
of clothes at us and retreated to the big bed. She screamed even louder as
all three of us piled onto her and crushed her down into the mattress.
Ashley grabbed her hands to stop her from slapping at us and took them over
Rebekahs' head.

'Click'

'Click'

Rebekah stopped screaming just long enough to see Matt smile
triumphantly as he handcuffed her wrists to the brass rail of the bed
frame.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She kicked like a mule and we all four fought to simultaneously stay out
of the way of her feet and try to get ahold of them at the same time. I
slapped her face, hard, and she was stunned long enough for Ashley and
Karen to yank her legs out and away from her. Rebekah was just about to
start fighting again when the two girls sat on her knees and locked them
flat to the bed.

Rebekah was helpless and she knew it.

She cried and pleaded and threatened. I don't know exactly what she
said, but I remember turning to Matt and saying,

"Matt, isn't it time you made a woman out of Rebekah?"

Rebekahs cries were actually loud enough to hurt my ears. Part of me
felt sympathy for her, but another part of me felt protective of my
children, their father, my new life, and my...sister wives. Ashley and
Karen had their hands full holding Rebekah so I was the only one to turn
and see Matt in a way I kind of wish I hadn't. He stood at the end of the
bed as if before an altar and Rebekah was the sacrifice. His eyes were
glazed over with an unreal kind of look as his hand gently stroked his
beautiful cock back to it's glory. I love Matt, there's no denying it, but
what I saw wasn't my loving Matt, the loving father of three children. I
saw the rapist in him enjoying this moment with a pleasure that was just
criminal. My heart wanted to stop him. My mind urged him on.

The screaming reached a fever pitch as Matt climbed naked between the
two women perched on Rebekah's knees. He knelt there for a moment and then
stopped to kiss and lewdly fondle Ashley and Karen. His act of pure lust
inflamed Karen and she pulled off her top to offer Matt her bare breasts.
Rebekah screamed with terror as he kissed and suckled Karen's nipple.
Slowly, he turned to look at the screaming girl and he touched her bare
belly, as if to anoint the receptacle of his lust.

"Enough."

He said it in a loud whisper, if there can be such a thing, and then he
slapped Rebekah hard enough to scare me. Her head lolled about as she
tried to regain her senses. Matt turned to Ashley and Karen.

"It's okay, let her go now."

He positioned himself bewteen Rebekah's outstretched legs as Karen and
Ashley stepped off of and away from the bed. He rutted at Rebekah just a
bit and I knew he'd planted the head of his cock into the mouth of
Rebekah's virgin slit. He set to kissing her neck as she came to her
senses and began to struggle weakly against his weight and the handcuffs.

The three of us women were like Matt's high priests as he performed the
ritual before us. I glanced at the three of us and that's just how we
looked. Karen's bare breasts completed the unreality of what was about to
happen. I looked back to see Matt's ass rise and fall almost
imperceptibly.

Rebekah's eyes went wide as she realized precisely and exactly how deep
a male cock was already probing into her body.

"Matt...nnnnno...please...I'm begging you...please..."

She began to fight him again, her legs and feet trying to gain enough of
a grasp on his body to push him off again. He lay there with his cock
poised to pentrate the girl as she writhed underneath him. She began to
cry as he suckled her nipples into obscene erections. Her legs sawed at
his thighs. Her hands struggled against the manacles and the bed creaked
from her supreme effort to fight the life-changing event that became
inevitable when four girls had turned up a road to Basington.

It was her fury that Matt was waiting for. Her rage. I saw pure
frustration and rage at her own helplessness and I almost screamed with
her.

In the middle of the peak of her next scream I saw Matt's ass abruptly
rise high above Rebekah's hips and then it fell and pushed forward to
complete an arc.

Matt's arms encircled the girl and I saw his back arch while his face
erotically buried into her neck. Geometry was all I could think of as his
body performed an arc and became an arc.

It was the most plaintive wail that escaped Rebekah's lips as she was
fully, deeply, and perfectly penetrated by Matt's raping male organ. It
was beautiful. He was the epitome of pure, unfettered masculine lust as he
took the unwilling virgin.

He held her tightly as her wail faded to sniffles. His cock snugged up
deep into her pussy and then he held himself still. Her legs trembled.

"Do you want it to be gentle?" Matt asked her.

"No...please...take it out...please..."

"Do you want it to be gentle?" he asked her again.

"Please....no....I'll be good, I promise...I won't tell...just...please
take it out."

"I said, do you want it to be gentle?"

"No...please...no more...we can stop..."

"Fine."

Rebekah cried as his ass slowly rose up and then slowly descended,
plowing her virgin pussy for the second time. Then a third time. Then a
fourth.

Like a locomotive a rhythm began to start. A rhythm that indicated an
increasing tempo. Rebekah was about to get the fucking of a lifetime.

She thrashed about trying to dislodge the cock thrusting in and out of
her body and with every motion she made Matt held her tighter, fucked her
harder, and fucked her faster. He was all man at that moment. Sweating,
grunting, licking, clasping and fucking.

Her feet lifted off the bed and I expected to see her try to kick him
again. But no, they just hovered in the air as Rebekah's legs came up on
either side of her mate...the involuntary action of a mating female. Matt
found himself able to plunge deeper into her tight, grasping pussy and his
hands took Rebekah by her hips as he fucked her strongly, but with slower
strokes now.

She'd been around the sex talk in the house long enough to know what was
coming. Matt was.

"No...oh fuck...no...no baby...unnghhhh...no...", she protested.

He slowed down even more and began a series of deep, grinding thrusts. I
knew he was trying to delay Rebekah's first insemination but I also knew
from the intensity of his thrusts that he wasn't going to be long.

He made a quick, deep thrust and held it. Rebekah grunted from the
discomfort.

He did it again.

"Oh, God! Matt...please...no...please..."

He pulled back and fucked her like a machine. His ass scooted back and
forth on the bed as his pelvis drove his cock straight into the depths of
Rebekah's pussy. She cried and grunted and wailed for no good reason at
all. There was no stopping him.

The tears flowed as he plunged into her and held it tight against her
cervix.

Her eyes went wide again as she felt her belly accept the first of many
loads of Matt's fertile sperm. He fucked her some more as his cock spewed
into her belly and then he lay there with his cock holding his babyjuice
deep inside the former virgin. Deep inside his sixth wife.

Ashley and Karen quietly left and closed the door behind them.

I didn't want it to be over so soon.

I snaked my hand between Matt's thighs until I found his balls where
they lay against Rebekah's ass. Matt uttered a moan of joy as I gently
massaged his balls and I was soon rewarded with the feeling of his cock
firming up. He couldn't help but push the stiffening rod back into the
moist pussy.

A knowing whimper went up from Rebekah.

"Please, not again."

Matt sighed.

"You don't get it, do you? I won't stop fucking you until you've got my
baby in you. You don't want to go back to Mormon-land with my bastard
child so you'd better get used to it here."

His fucking picked up the rhythm.

"You'll see. It's good here. I'll love you and our baby and my other
wives will love you and our baby. I'm going to make it so you'll never
want to leave. Just like I did for the others."

It was beautiful as he came in her a second time.

Maybe twenty minutes went by before I stirred from my reverie.

He lay snuggled on top of her as I undid her manacles and massaged her
wrists. I placed her hands on Matt's back and gave her tear stained face a
smile as I padded to the door. Closing the door, I turned to look and I
saw Rebekah smile back at me as Matt started to fuck her for a third and
passionate time.

***

Two years later Basington was populated with pregnant women and little
kids. Matt's investments had done surprisingly well in a down-turned
economy and he'd made no small effort to improve life at Basington. The
big house wasn't big enough so he refurbished another of the old mansions
in the small town and Rebekah, Ashley, and myself moved in with our five
children.

We'd attracted some attention from the law when they discovered the four
missing girls here, but they decided to leave us alone as consenting
adults. Matt had us all pose as a traditional Mormon family and the sheriff
respected that. A Supreme Court decision that recognized plural marriage
had our big family trek into town one day and make our family legal. For a
couple of the women it was their first trip to town since they'd arrived.
We went shopping, bought some clothes for us and the kids, and enjoyed a
cup of coffee that none of us had made. It was the closest thing we'd have
to a honeymoon. And then we went back to Basington.