N/C MMFff Mf preschool cub rape. Enema retention and voiding. Catheter use.
Strong non-consensual scenes and themes. Minimal offscreen guro/blood.

1. MEET THE FAMILY

May was every inch the social climber, and her latest target was her husband's boss, John, the Institute's lead paediatric gynaecologist. He was also its Director: single, eligible, and damn rich. He came round for dinner most weekends, but she wanted more, she wanted him eating out of her hand, to need her completely.

She found the perfect hook one evening, when she quietly took his cellphone into the kitchen, and went through the pictures he'd taken, of the patients at the institute. The photos were all of very young girls, mostly still in diapers: closeups of abused genitals being examined, faces in pain... clearly he did nothing to them that would get him in trouble, he was just recording the work of others, but the pictures showed clearly that his real interest was not in helping them, but enjoying their abuse.

The images did little to arouse May, but the knowledge of them gave her power over the Director, and that sent a thrill of heat into her loins. She waited eagerly until her plodding, unambitious husband was out the way for a two week medical conference, then set her plan in action.

John arrived early for the weekly meal, He played a board game with the cubs while she got the meal ready, and she peeked out at him from the kitchen. She'd dressed them in light, thin summer dresses, their skinny bodies clearly visible through them. He kept sneaking surreptitious glances. Good.

After dinner, Loise sloped off to the caravan in their back yard, her "den". She'd turn the TV on, get online, and wouldn't show her face until the next morning, to avoid the "polite conversation" with her stepmother, guest, and hated little half-sister. It wasn't unusual not to see her for days - homeschooling was, to May, just an excuse to let the kids fend for themselves.

"OK, time for bed, Nicky! John, come up and chat while I bathe her. It's silly to sit downstairs and be bored!"

John stood in the bathroom doorway and they chatted about inconsequentialities, amusing anecdotes from the Institute. She watched his reflection closely in the carefully-positioned bottles, as she stripped her daughter of her dress and diaper, then helped her in the bath and soaped her down. His face was carefully composed, but he never took his eyes off Nicky's nakedness. She said "spread!" and Nicky spread her legs, holding them apart for her to soap them. "Good girl." She'd been washing her this way for weeks, training her until it seemed normal to her.

"I'm a big girl!"

"Yes you are, my love, and you need to be washed like one. You don't want to be a dirty girl, do you?"

"No Mummy."

John was silent for a moment, but soon the conversation continued, his casual tone only sounding a little forced for a moment. But she had seen his reflection when her daughter had spread her legs, seen him reach into his pants to rearrange himself, and now he was casually holding his jacket to cover his groin. So she carried on laughing and chatting with him as she thoroughly soaped and rinsed every fold of her daughter's pussy mound, then ordered "turn and bend!" and her daughter had done so, too young yet to be embarrassed at raising her tail and showing her butt to a stranger. She soaped her daughter down, paying special attention to below her tail, and she knew she had John hooked.

==//==

John had come to help "put the cubs to bed" pretty much every night after that, sometimes being left downstairs with Loise to begin with, but she'd quickly get bored and wander off, leaving him to go up the stairs to watch chat as Nicky was bathed, dried, dressed and tucked in bed.

The next weekend May took it to the next step: punishment. She made sure that Nicky got no sleep the previous night, woke her every time she started to nap the next day, and gave her only horrible food that she refused to eat.

By the time John called, Nicky was unbearable, whining and tantrumming incessantly like the tired, hungry girl she was. Despite being told to be good many times, she had a screaming hissy fit, and swore at John.

May turned to him. "I'm so sorry, John. And after all you've done for us, too. I even tried spanking her earlier and it didn't help. I guess I can probably cope with her alone if you want to leave us early today - you're a kind person and I understand if you don't want to see her being punished."

"Not at all, it's good to see a mother who takes discipline seriously. Far too many of our patients are uncontrollable..." he launched into an anecdote about one of the naughtier patients, and May grinned. "Thanks, John, it's nice to have another adult here for moral support. I'm going to try one of my mother's remedies tonight, which she used on me whenever I was 'too full of it'."

Of course, learning that she was going to be punished after her bath, and in front of an outsider at that, made Nicky even worse.

"If you don't behave, then as well as your punishment, I'll scrub you with the loofah instead of the washcloth!" May threatened, but to no avail. So she held the screaming toddler in one hand and tried to scrub her with the stiff, back-scratching loofah in the other, and succeeded only in getting herself wet. She looked back up at John in his usual place in the doorway, his jacket draped over his shoulder in that familiar, groin-covering way.

"Okay, maybe I can't cope alone - could you hold her arms up for me while I scrub?" She looked back at her yelling daughter so that John could move without embarrassment, and she felt him sit beside her in front of the bath. "OK, but only because you need me," he grinned, and grabbed the toddler's wrists, holding them above her head.

May had already given up staying dry, so she kicked off her sandals and stepped into the tub, soaping the wriggling monster thoroughly, before taking up the loofah and scrubbing her viciously on the held-high arms, then her tail, then grabbing each leg in turn by the ankle, holding it out sideways (mostly to spread the pussy for John) and scrubbing it until the skin glowed red and scratched through her wet fur.

Next she scrubbed the front, paying special attention to the nipples. "My boobies! Please mommy!" cried her daughter, but it was no good. "You should have thought of that before you were a naughty, dirty girl, but you didn't, and now I have to clean you" and soon they too were raw.

She found she was enjoying this, and was surprised. It wasn't just the feeling that she was getting John deeper and deeper in her clutches - though that was a big part of it. But she found she was actually sharing his lusts, revelling in the power to dominate her daughter so utterly.

She brushed water from her own breasts and jerked in surprise - her nipples were as hard as she'd ever known them, and the cloth from her shirt was plastered to her body. She glanced to one of the reflective bottles from habit - yes, John had followed her hand's motion, had looked at her nipples, had seen her state. She flushed with embarrassment, but realised it was probably a good thing for him to know.

"Spread!" She said firmly.

"No mummy, please! Not there, I'll be good! I'm good, I'm sorry, I love you mummy!"

"Awww" Her heart melted a little, but she could feel the terrible perversion of the scene, and it sent tingles through her groin. "I love you too my dear," she kissed her daughter's raw back, her cheek... "But I have to finish washing you, then give you your punishment."

"Noooo! I hate you! You're shitty! And John is shitty!" She spat at John, and kicked water at him with her foot.

"Well I *was* going to wash the rest of you with the cloth, but it looks like you haven't learnt anything. SPREAD! NOW!" She used the mother's-voice-of-doom but it just made Nicky clamp her legs together harder. "Fine, if that's the way you want it..." she grabbed her daughter's ankles and pulled them apart, pushing the loofah to John with her own foot. "You do it, John. And don't go gentle either, she's not getting away with that behaviour in this house."

John looked at her questioningly, but she was keeping an eye on her daughter's feet, and didn't meet his eyes. After a moment's pause, he reached his free hand down to pick up the loofah, and brushed it, softly and gently across the girl's pussy lips. The feather-touch was far more gentle than May had been scrubbing her, but she continued to wriggle and cry, and it was clear John's other arm holding her wrists was tiring fast.

May squeezed the ankles and "Hold still and be quiet or he'll do it harder!" but Nicky just wriggled more, getting a hand free. John dropped the loofah as he grabbed for her wrist again.

May sighed, frustrated. "This is no good, let's try something else."



2. DEEP CLEANING

May pulled the plug from the bath and stepped to the door to get the cords from the dressing-gowns. When she turned back, the sight of John squatting by the bath, holding her abused, crying daughter with her wrists in the air, sent a delicious feeling of power through her. She shivered.

He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, wondering why she was just looking.

She shook her head smiling. "Nothing. It's just... it's just for a moment there, it looked so..."

"So... what?" It was hard to hear him over the sound of the draining water, even though Nicky's crying had sunk to hiccoughing sobs.

She stepped back to the bath again, and grabbed for her daughter's ankles, slapping her HARD on the ass when she tried to move out the way. Her whole body jerked in John's arms, and she started bawling again, echoing loudly in the hard walls of the bathroom. "Shut up! How many times do I have to tell you?" She knew that the crying couldn't be stopped - it was too heartfelt. But Nicky should feel the punishment was her own fault, for disobeying.

"You looked like Dave for a moment, or how I imagine he'd look if he loved her enough to give her proper discipline." She smiled, shyly, averting her eyes, but trying not to look *too* coy: only enough to be convincing.

"Aww," John sounded like he was searching for an appropriate response. "Well, I guess the poor thing will be missing a father figure: I should feel a little guilty about sending him off to the conference."

She grabbed at the ankles again, and this time was able to bind them together with a dressing-gown cord. Then her hands were on his, on her daughters wrists. "OK. I've got her, let go a second?" She was businesslike again, not letting him linger on the moment and think about it too much. She turned her daughter around to face her, held the little forearms together across the raw back, and nodded to the other cord for John to tie her. He did, without hesitating. Good. A little more work, and he'd be all hers.

She dropped her crying daughter on her back in the bath. "Spread." She said it quietly enough that her daughter didn't register it for a couple of seconds, then jerked her knees apart quickly when she realised that her mother had gone still, waiting.

May took it as an excuse for more punishment, a cry of "too slow!" and a stringing slap right on her daughter's spread pussy, which made her slide on the nearly--drained water, to bang her head on the end by the plug hole. May stifled a laugh, and looked up to John - he was smiling, his eyes twinkling. Power was fun! She dragged Nicky by her bound ankles to the top of the bath, wrenched her knees apart and "WHAP!" skidded her to the other end of the bath with a clunk.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mommy I'll spread faster!" Nicky had her knees spread as far apart as her bound ankles would let her, and the fear and puzzlement in her eyes sent a spasm of joy up into May's belly.

"Good girl, my love, but you've been unbearably naughty all day and you have to learn to behave like a big girl, not a dirty-mouthed little one." She took the bar of soap and viciously scrubbed it into a lather against her daughter's crotch, but the child's bawling was starting to annoy her, so she wrapped the soap in the washcloth, lathered it up well, and stuffed the package in her daughter's muzzle, pressing it in with the heel of her hand. The soap was far too big to swallow, but made her gape painfully wide. The crying stopped suddenly, in shock, but then carried on again, muffled and choking a little. She tied one of the cords around Nicky's muzzle and head as a gag, and used the last cord to tie the gag to the arms, pulling her daughter's head backwards, arching her back.

"Okay John, hold the loofah out, poking over the bath, with your arm under it. Rest your elbow on the edge to support it... yeah, good."

John looked surprised, but complied, the loofah in his right hand, lying along the forearm, and the other end in the crook of his elbow clamped in place by the thumb of his left hand. She slathered it with conditioner. "OK, hold it just there, perfect," she instructed.

She put on her loving-mother voice, put her hands under Nicky's armpits and lifted her up. "Upsie-daisy, come on love, it'll soon be over." Then she put her astride the loofah, and sitting on the far side of the bath she braced herself with one foot and put her other onto the ropes binding Nicky's ankles.

"There!" she said with satisfaction. "Now we can get you properly clean down there without straining ourselves."

Nicky screamed through her gag. Not just the bawl of sadness that a child gives when it's punished, but a scream of terror and pain as her pussy was pulled tight against the harsh loofah. "Don't you ever learn to shut up?" May grinned to John, and he grinned a little back. "Ready?" He nodded, trying to look professional, but flushed and clearly excited.

She slid her hands down to her daughter's hips, took hold, digging her fingers in a little, and began to slowly grind her along the loofah. First she slid her backwards, scraping her poor asshole along the soapy loofah, until it slid along the top of John's thumb. Then she pulled forwards, dragging the puffy pussy all the way along until it was pressed against his near hand. He made no effort to move the claws digging into her mound, pretending not to notice he was hurting her that way.

Nicky's body flailed backwards, and John leaned backwards to avoid getting headbutted, dropping his arm a bit, but May wasn't having that. She released her daughter's hips and slapped her hard on the chest, once on each nipple, leaving stark white handprints that faded quickly to red. Nicky's eyes were bugged out in fear and pain, choking sounds coming from her mouth. "Girl, behave! Good grief, if I told your sister how you were acting, she'd tease you forever! And John, you have to push upwards or it doesn't work" she said.

In one hand she gripped one of her daughter's breast-nubs, digging in and twisting it painfully to hold her from flailing around. She cupped John's nearest hand in her free hand, pulling it up hard, against her daughter's pussy, grinding the loofah and his claws into the soft skin.

She pulled the hand upwards, and Nicky slid backwards, wailing into the cloth, pushed back by the arm curling up from between her legs, grinding her pussy hard into the coarse loofah, all the way to the end. John's face was a mix of happy disbelief and animalistic arousal; Nicky's was pure horror.

She repeated the process again, and twice more, dragging Nicky forward against John's straining arm, onto his claws, then lifting his arm so that she slid back again into the crook of John's elbow. John got more involved each time, until the third time, he was really straining, muscles in his arm bulging, as if he was trying to drive the loofah right up through Nicky's body. Looking down at it, May was almost surprised to see no blood, though her daughter's abraded pussy shone hot and red through the foam of soap. The soap's slicknes had saved her from at least some of the scratching, it seemed.

"Good girl, all nice and clean now," she said to Nicky. "Now sit still there for a minute, we'll get the punishment over quickly if you're good, and then we can go to sleep". She pulled the loofah from between her daughter's legs, pushed her to slump back against John so that she wouldn't fall over when her tied feet were no longer held down, and left her there, stepping out of the bath, and reaching for a bag from the top of the medicine cabinet.

==//==

John sat still, the heat of the abused pussy and ass against his arm. Her inflamed asshole twitched a little against his thumb-tip, and he couldn't resist wiggling it in the soapy slickness under her tail, pressing his big thumb against her swollen hole, teasing, tickling, stretching a little, not knowing that May could see perfectly well what he was up to in her reflective bottles.

He enjoyed the sensations while he could, regretting that soon he wouldn't be able to hold her like this, and soon he'd be back to watching as she was punished. May smiled, unzipping the bag and setting it down by the bath, then reached around in front of her daughter. John felt a pang of loss that his pleasurable plaything would be lifted so soon off his arm... but instead of lifting her, her mother cupped a hand under the reddened pussy, and shoved it back hard against his thumb!

The girl's slick anus tried to resist, and for a brief moment, his thumb didn't penetrate, it just dug his claw into the flesh around it. But against her mother's hand shoving her pussy back, it could not resist. He had no time to withdraw his thumb, before it was embedded to the root in the flailing toddler's ass. May's hand at the toddler's pussy slid to cup his hand in her ass, and May lifted her daughter up by his violating hand, and her tied arm.

May looked him in the eye. "Was I right?"

He wasn't sure how to react, so just looked at her stupidly.

"You're the doctor, you're used to checking these things. Is my daughter full of shit, and needing a good clean out?" Her hand squeezed his under the violated crotch.

"I... I can't feel any in there. It might be deeper?" He smiled, and she grinned back, impressed: he recovered his composure quickly.

"OK, then I think we'll need to loosen her a bit: I could only find an adult enema kit for her. You might need to try and fit more fingers in first." She kissed her daughter softly, even as she pressed her harder onto John's thumb. "I'm afraid it'll have to be a very deep enema, then, my poor darling."



3. DEEPER CLEANING

The enema-plug was medical, and top of the range. Two inflatable balloons, one for inside and one for out, and a hole for a rubber tube to be pushed through. The tube was on a coil, and had holes along its length, but as it passed into the plug it was pinched between tight rollers, so nothing would leak out. Another pipe would feed the water from the reservoir into the plug, to flow from there through the holey tube, and on into the patient.

==//==

Nicky doesn't know what it is for. She lies, naked, tied up and raw over John's lap, as he sits on the toilet seat with his thumb inside her and fingers harshly rubbing her between her legs. She tries to tell Mummy what he is doing between her legs, below her tail where where Mummy can't see, but the cloth-wrapped soap crammed in her muzzle is too big for the words. Her body cries all over: her neck hurts from being pulled back, her shoulders from being pulled up, her ankles and wrists from being tied so tight, the soap wedging her mouth open makes her jaw ache, and the taste makes her choke, she feels burned all over from scrubbing, but the painful fire between her legs is the worst, especially where John's fingers keep poking, pinching and rubbing. There's nothing in that painful fire to hint at pleasurable fires in years to come - there is just pain.

And now this black thing is being held out for John to examine. She doesn't know what it does, but she knows its evil-looking tubes and bulbs can't hold anything good for her. He makes admiring noises above her, and begins to slowly work his thumb in and out of her. Why isn't Mummy stopping him? He's pushing something else in now instead... a finger? It wiggles deep inside her. Mummy is just standing in front of her upturned face, watching John's hand, and smiling as if there's nothing wrong, making some joke... he laughs easily back.

A lump in his lap pokes her belly, but doesn't hurt so she ignores it.

She cries into the gag, shaking her head, trying to let Mummy know that she is so sorry, that she'll try her very best to be a very good girl. She knows she has been bad and she wishes she can undo it, wishes she could show now how much she'd do as she was told. Mummy seems to understand, stroking her face, making comforting sounds, even as John pushes a second finger into her, stretching her painfully. Mummy is saying something. "I'll help wash some of that soap out of your mouth now." Mummy is putting the hair-washing bucket on the floor below her face. A bit of soapy spit drops from the soap into the bucket. Splat.

Now Mummy is... pulling her own panties off? Why? John has stopped suddenly, he seems surprised, too. Now she is holding her skirt up... Mummy's tinkle is hairy and smelly. And now it's being pushed right in front of her face!

The stream of piss hits her on her forehead, shocking her. /What? Why?/ It is pointed to each of her eyes in turn. She can't see. It stings, her muzzle is being rubbed as she is pissed on, and as she chokes for breath, feeling the piss leak in around the soap, she can hear soapy, bubbly piss splashing in the bucket below her.

Mummy and John don't say anything. John doesn't move, maybe he doesn't understand either? But Mummy has finished, and her legs are either side of her head. Her hair...

/Did Mummy just wipe it on my head?/

Mummy's legs are gone again, and she has made another joke: John is laughing, though he sounds almost uncomfortable this time. John twists his fingers in her, ramming them deep into her, then wrenching them out one last time with a twist. It hurts. Everything hurts, but this hurts a lot.

Now Mummy's fingers are wiping something cool and soothing on the most painful part of her bottom, and she is saying sweet, comforting words, kissing her back. "There there, it'll be over soon my love. Be a good, strong, big girl and make Mummy proud." A small hard tube slides into her bottom, but it is so much smaller than the fingers, she hardly notices, and now it seems to be squirting some more soothing stuff inside her.

She feels a little better. Maybe it's over?

Her mother's hands are spreading her bottom now, softly rubbing the soothing stuff into the raw bits, gently lifting her tail out of the way when it falls. "Go on. You're the doctor, after all."

Then something big and slippery presses against her bottom, poking in. It's small, but it quickly gets a lot bigger past the tip. It slides in slowly, so slowly, until it feels bigger than the thumb.

John's voice: "I think it's too big,"

"Oh, I'm sure it'll go, with a bit of work." One of Mummy's caressing hands leaves her butt, and she feels the thing pressing against her ass again, but this time, it's not gentle. It twists into her violently, stretching so painfully that for a second she can't hear anything, can't even hear her own scream.

==

"I know what you are, you know." May pushed another few inches of tube through the plug and into her daughter, as John pumped more of her piss from the bucket, through the inflated plug in the cub's ass. "You're a paedophile, and a sadist." There was no accusation in her voice, just a statement of fact, and after what they'd done together with no argument from him, it was hard to deny. But still he spoke up, from habit and self-preservation.

"Me? I don't think so, I just agreed to help you discipline her, but you've gone far..."

She cut him off: "Hear me out. I'm not stupid, I love what we're doing, and I wouldn't risk doing this with someone who might try to have me arrested. I saw the photos on your phone, very vicious, hardcore photos, and you've got a hard-on now, pressing against my daughter's belly. I bet this pipe is wiggling against it right now." She grinned and wiggled the tube into her daughter, pushing it in further, but continued before he could answer. "I saw how you loved fingering this little asshole..." she twisted the plug a little, to illustrate her point. "And I saw you rubbing her pussy just for the fun of hurting her more." She rubbed it too, harshly. "If you don't have a hard-on, then prove it by pissing in the enema bucket - we're running out." She squeezed the pump bulb and it slurped up bubbles and piss from the bottom of the nearly empty bucket. "If you are hard... then you can take her gag out and face-fuck her if you want. I bought a ring-gag just in case she bites, but I think she's past able to, now."

To demonstrate, she slapped her daughter hard on the ass, but there was little reaction. So, mostly to give him time to think, she untied the gag that pulled her daughter's head back to her bound arms. Released at last, her head flopped forward, coughing weakly as the soap fell into the near-empty bucket of piss.

John was cautious, still silent. She looked into his eyes. "I'm giving you my baby daughter, as a gift. All I ask is that when Dave gets back, she's well enough healed that I can hide any marks from him - so, I can't let you fuck her yet, I'm afraid. But, you're smart to be suspicious. I tricked you into this, and I'm giving her to you because I want something from you. I want *you*. I want your cock inside me, making more babies for you to play with. If I can, I want to divorce Dave and marry a real male. But if not, if you don't want me, then I'd love just making babies for you, and having Dave think they were his. I'd love having you send him away on more long trips, so we can abuse his cubs together... please? Please say yes?"

"I don't like being manipulated."

She bowed her head. "I know, it was shitty of me, and I'm sorry. But without torturing her together, I just couldn't think of any other way you'd be able to trust I wasn't just trying to get you arrested... please?"

"I'll consider it."

Inside, she smiled in triumph. She had won, and the price had been tiny - heck, she even enjoyed this new kink, she hadn't been lying about that. Now she just needed to look at him admiringly, bat her eyelashes a little...

==//==

Now he was exposed, John took a much more dominant role. He slid Nicky, limp and coughing, off his lap so he could strip, his erection springing up proudly - he glanced at May, and she was looking at it, eyes twinkling, her tonguetip on her lip. Nicky paid him no attention, just lay there on the floor, her little tummy bulging, twenty feet of tubing inside her, curling herself slowly into a ball, and weakly spitting out soapy drool.

"Poor thing" he said, taking her mother's lead of talking lovingly as they abused her. "You still have that soapy taste in your mouth. I'll help you wash it out." He reached down, lifting her by the scruff of her neck, and slipped the ring-gag into her muzzle. Then he leaned her over the bucket as he thrust the head of his cock into her muzzle and stood there, trying to relax. May didn't make it easier for him, for she was still watching him, radiating arousal, and playing with herself.

Even worse, Nicky was crying silent tears that dripped off her muzzle and slashed one by one into the bucket - each despair-fed splash sent a jolt of arousal through him.

But finally he managed it, with difficulty - a slow stream of piss to the back of the little girl's mouth. She choked, swallowed some, and more gushed out of her mouth over his crotch, dripping off his balls into the bucket.

May came to kneel behind him, lapping the piss from his balls, from her daughter's muzzle, letting it splash on her own face. Her hand reached under him to grab her daughter around the throat, pulling the girl's hot muzzle onto his cock, even as her mother's piss-coated tongue licked and probed at his asshole.

"This is so hot, I can feel your cock going into her throat". Her fingers pressed against him through her choking daughter's throat-fur, trying to keep her still as she started to wriggle for air.

With sensations like that, it wasn't long before he was too hard again to piss, but he kept shoving himself against through the ring-gag and into the choking muzzle as he hardened and filled her mouth even more than the soap had. He twined his hands behind her little head, and ground the nose painfully against his crotch. He smiled to himself at how small the head in his hands was - his cock would poke out the back of it, if her throat wasn't directing him downwards through her mother's squeezing fingers instead.

May's tongue probed at his asshole, and he let himself go completely, thrusting and slapping and twisting and pulling the poor cub's fur. With her mother's tongue skilfully rimming him and he hand milking his cock in her daughter's throat, it wasn't long before he came, and he didn't hold back, pumping himself into the cherubic, tragically innocent face before him, his balls slapping against the piss-soaked fur as they emptied themselves.

Once he had drained himself completely into the cub's mouth, he stepped back to sit on the toilet seat and watched her fall to the floor and gasp for breath. "That was fun."

May didn't answer, instead putting her barely-conscious daughter's mouth over her pussy. "Spit it out. Don't be greedy, spit it into Mummy, there's a good girl." She looked up at him with a smile. "I don't know if I'm too old for you to fuck, so this might be the only way for me to make more babies for you."

He grinned back. "Shit, you're eager, aren't you? I haven't even said yes yet."

"Well... I've been wanting this for a long time now, and would you be less likely to say yes if you knew I had your rape-child inside me?"

"I guess I wouldn't at that. But what if I did? What if I said we can never do anything like this again?"

"Then..." she sighed, drooping a little. "At least I'd have the cub to remember you by, and I'd remember you by abusing it as much as I could, without Dave knowing."

"Fair enough. Either way I win." He stood, and slapped Nicky on the ass-cheek to get her attention. "Hey there, you poor li'l thing. With your tummy so full, you need to wee too, right? If you don't, you'll get too full, and hurt yourself inside."

Mummy is holding her over the bucket, pulling her legs apart. Through a fog, she feels fingers tickling her down there. Not rubbing like before, just tickling. They want something from her, but she can't focus on what it is. When will it be over? She hasn't the strength to ask.

His voice seeps through the fog, kind, caring "That won't do, you'll hurt yourself if you keep it in like that!"

She can see his hand now, it's holding the 'lectric toothbrush, but he's using it wrong, he needs to put the head on it before he brushes his teeth... he's not, he's pushing it between her legs, pushing the rod up into her pee-hole. But unlike most things tonight, it doesn't hurt, no need to fight it, just let him...

She is suddenly jumping, before her mind has even realised why, jumping and writhing in her bonds, trying to pull herself up off the brush, but it follows her up, buzzing...

/He turned it on!/

She can't keep up the struggle for long, and settles back in her mother's arms, the buzzing thing pressed into her. Why? He's wiggling it inside her. Now it does hurt. If he keeps doing it, she'll pee. She doesn't want to, they'll punish her more for it... but he's pressing his fingers into her belly, and she can't stop herself. She feels guilty to be peeing on the toothbrush, but still it's a relief, her belly feels a little less swollen.

Mummy is laying her on the ground now, kissing her belly, stroking her. She sobs a little, feeling the tears running through her fur. Please be over? She reaches for Mummy's hand, and Mummy holds it, kisses her fingers. "I love you, punkin". John holds her other hand, and strokes it too, telling her what a good girl she is.

/It's over? Will they take the black thing out, now?/

John is putting part of it in her hand, squeezing it in her paw. "Pump it, there's a good girl." She can't, she is so in pain, but she tries as hard as she can, and he helps her.

As she squeezes, she can feel stiff squirting inside her. And the next time. And the next... then she understands the connection. She starts to cry in earnest through the gag, trying to beg them to stop, but that just makes them cross again, and they are smacking her, stinging slaps on her pee-soaked boobies, legs and pussy.

At least they aren't slapping her belly - that's starting to really hurt, and feels so full, and they're still forcing her to pump the stuff into her own ass. Each pump makes her want more and more to poop the black thing out, and everything else inside her too. She can see her belly, poking upwards, big and domed like the cover Mummy puts over the Sunday roast. Still they keep pumping, and it's pushing upwards against her stomach - she is starting to feel sick.

Now there is a sound like sucking up the last of a drink through a straw and they stop. She feels a sliding inside her. She whimpers, scared, but Mummy strokes her head. "There, there, love, it's just the pipe coming out." It was good to feel something coming out of her, and it relieved the pressure very slightly, but her belly still felt far too full.

"Wow, it just keeps coming out!" Mummy sounds impressed, and kisses her belly, but she doesn't feel proud - she just wants it out of her. She can feel the last tail of it sliding out towards the swollen thing blocking her ass, And there's a pop... it must be out of her. She is still too full. Everything hurts, and she cries, begging through her ring gag, no sentences, just words that the gag makes into nonsense - Mummy, please, Mummy, stop....

"Her plug might slip out." Now John is pumping something else, and the thing wedged into her asshole is growing. It will tear her apart! She starts to cry, but it keeps growing. She screams...

==//==

John drummed his fingers on the toddler's distended belly thoughtfully, a fur-softened drumbeat. They had pumped up the already-well-pumped plug until the skin around her ass was white from stretching. She'd stopped begging them through the gag to stop, and had faded instead to just gasping and sobbing, making her belly jiggle softly under his hand. "She can spend the night like that. In our bed, while I fuck you. If we're lucky, you'll be pregnant before the night's out."

"Oh thank you, thank you!" May's adoring eyes looked up at him, worshipping him. Nothing before had made him feel like this. The tiny abuses of children that he could get away with in the Institute had made him feel like a dirty sneaking pervert, but this... this made him feel like a king.

Arm in arm, and dragging Nicky behind them, holding a leg each, they went to fuck in May and Dave's bed.



4. IN BED

They lay together in bed, both tired and well-fucked. They'd discovered that Nicky's fur soaked up fluids well - though May had been adamant that plenty should get into the bedclothes too. Even though she'd have to wash them thoroughly so that Dave didn't smell anything, at least SHE would know.

But they hadn't really experimented much with using Nicky in their sexplay - they'd been too busy exploring eachother's bodies. May's pussy and ass ached warmly, and John's now-limp cock was reddened and inflamed from overuse. He had fucked her hard, biting deeply into her shoulder, scratching her, delighting in her pain. And to her surprise, she had mostly liked it. There had been moments of fear, when he had punched her hard in the breast, or the moment when he had pulled out of her pussy and driven himself deep into her asshole, without any warning. She hadn't had any chance to try to relax, and her asshole had been clenched in pleasure - so it had been excruciating, and she had screamed at the intense pain. But that intensity had clearly been matched by the pleasure for John: he had pulled out just seconds later to cum inside her pussy.

Though he mostly buttfucked her, he had been conscientious about that, only ever cumming deep inside her pussy. If she wasn't pregnant by him now, she thought, she never would be. She needed to clean herself out thoroughly; she had felt lumps of gritty shit scraping the walls of her pussy when he fucked her. That would have to wait though. First she had to talk to John about the future, get him nailed down while he still had the warm glow.

So she pulled Nicky to her crotch by the scruff of the neck, and with a few harsh slaps to her tender parts, she was made to start cleaning her mother out with her tongue.

May lay, just enjoying the feeling for a few moments, then nuzzled into David's shoulder. "Wow, this has been so amazing. I wish we could do this every day."

David murred his agreement. "But we can't, my lovely fucktoy. Your husband will find out if we do anything this intense to the brat again. As it is, we can't do anything more to her, we'll have to spoil her rotten, so she forgets this happened. That, and make her embarrassed to have been naughty, so she doesn't talk about it. Children bury trauma easily, so we should be safe."

May was delighted - she had expected to have to argue with him to get him to agree to that. And he'd even said "my", too... She nipped his shoulder. "Bastard. You show me this wonderful world, then take it away from me so fast? But yes, you're right. Grr, I hate Dave for keeping us apart! Can you send him on another trip?"

"Not a long conference like this one, not for a good few months. The next one is in August."

"That's too long. And I don't think a week here and there will never be enough for either of us, not after tonight. I want to do this with you every night. And I want to see you raping that uppity Louise, too, but we can't touch her while Dave's around. She definitely would talk."

"We can't touch her anyway, her teachers would notice."

"What teachers? They're both homeschooled, remember? We've never even had a social worker come look at them, and even if they did, we don't have to let social workers speak to them if we don't want to."

He perked up at that, grinning evilly. "Ah yes, I remember him bragging about that now. So if it weren't for Dave, we could do what we liked to the cubs?"

"Yes!" She allowed a little frustration into her voice. "Shit, without him, we could rape them all day, chain them in the bathroom as toilet slaves, mutilate them, even kill the little cunts, and nobody would know or care! So how can we get rid of him, and fast, while the kids are still small and fuckable?"

"Heh - you make it sound like you aren't. I never thought I'd find an adult woman sexy, but your mind's so filthy, I can't resist..." he nibbled one of her nipples, then bit into it.

"Aah! Please..."

He laughed and let go, but there was blood on his lips, and somehow that just made her want him more.

"If you divorce him, that would take months."

"I can't see any way I could make him leave on his own - he wouldn't leave the kids. Shit, even if I divorced him, he'd get visiting rights, so we couldn't just go nuts with the kids. Even as dim as he is, he'd notice if ass-blood was dripping down their skirts, even if we scared them into saying nothing. Maybe we could frame him make him look like the abuser? Or plant cub-porn on his computer, get him locked up and kept away from them?"

"If you get him locked up, he'd be out in a few years at most. Then you'd be back to much the same problems as if you divorced him, except that he'd know it was you who fucked him over, and know something was up. He'd bury us in social workers."

She looked him in the eyes. "I love you. I thought I'd have to convince you, but you've realised it faster than I did."

Dave looked into her eyes, and cupped a breast, digging his claws in just a little. She shivered, knowing he could probably rip it right off her chest if he tried. He squeezed, clearly enjoying the pain in her face. "You're asking me to help you kill him, then."

She whimpered, stoking his ego. "Not if you think it's better to get rid of him some other way, I mean, maybe we could... but yes. Yes, I'm sick of the stupidity in his face, sick of his pride in his retarded children, sick of him bragging about them when he hasn't even helped bring them up, sick of his weakness, his waste of his life, my life... I want to see him suffer and die. I want him dead. Please, I want the fucker dead."

"You hate him because he's weak?"

"Because he's nothing. Because he could have been like you, but he just doesn't care about anything but helping his next patient."

He smiled. "Good girl. Let's go empty your brat out then."

They went upstairs and hauled Nicky into the bath, dumping her on her front with her head down by the plug hole. John put the bath plug in and May released the valves on the buttplug.

For a few seconds there was nothing but the hissing sound of the deflating rubber balloons that held the plug in Nicky's butt. Then there was a pop, and gushing a fountain of brown, lumpy piss.

"Wow." May's voice was quiet, a little awed held John's arm as they watched. "It's horrible, but at the same time so amazing."

"Yeah. Look, she's gaping so wide, the plug is still shrinking." He was right: the plug between her legs was bubbling in the rising puddle.

"Hee! Remember how hard it was getting it in? It wasn't even blown up at all then!"

The flow had shrunk to a trickle now, but the little girl's ass still gaped wide.

"Good girl, all that shit that made you so naughty is coming out now, it's all over. And you'll be such a good girl tomorrow, won't you?"

"Yes Mummy, promise"

"Good girl - I don't want to ever have to punish you like that again, so please be good - punishing you makes me sad, but I have to do it, so you'll learn. There, there, love. it's OK. And if you've learnt your lesson then I won't even tell Daddy how naughty you were, or Louise either."

And she was on her best behaviour that day, so that night they gave her a "reward bath" - bubble bath, the softest towel and cloth in the house, warmed with her nightie and dressing-gown. And afterwards, ice-cream. And all day, lots of snuggles and kisses and congratulations for being a good girl. And so by the time Dave came back, the punishment was forgotten, though she was still a little wary at bathtimes.

And they had their plan.



5. THE PLAN

Dave had the best life in the world. He had a loving, talented family, and got to spend all his time helping those most in need. Life could not be more rewarding.

That was the knowledge that gave him pause as he looked at the vials in front of him.

He had walked in, early as usual, thinking he was alone in the wing, only to hear a howl from the Director's office. He had hurried over, to find the Director standing there, furious, shaking, bristling, a sheet of paper crumpled in his hand. John had just kicked his chair across the room.

Dave had said nothing, just fetched two coffees, and waited for the director to compose himself and explain the problem if he wanted.

"Thank you, Dave. I'm sorry, that was... childish of me. I didn't know anyone was in yet." John had sighed then, picked his chair up from the wall, and sank into it, tossing the crumpled paper onto his desk towards Dave. "Keep it under your hat, but... it's the malaria research. They turned us down for a testing permit. 'Lack of test volunteers.' Crazy. We only need ONE non-feral for a secondary stage testing license! But nobody in the country has malaria, and if we haven't found and inoculated one by 9am tomorrow, then it's another twelve months before we can reapply."

"Well, is that really bad? More time to double-check, and get funding."

"Dave.... here in the Institute, we admit about three dozen cubs a day. At any one time, only about fifteen of our three hundred beds are empty and that's if we're lucky and not having to use trolleys for the short-stays. We've been open ten years, and in that time we've helped about a hundred thousand cubs, saved maybe three thousand lives. I think that's wonderful. If I'd died yesterday, I'd have died happy, knowing I've saved the world that much grief.

"But for barely more than the cost of the syringe, what's in the vials in our research lab would save so many lives that our Institute becomes meaningless. Half a billion cases. Three million deaths a year. Even including stubbed toes and splinters, it'd take this Institute thirty thousand years to help as many people as I will have /killed/ by fucking up and delaying it for a year. With one piece of mismanagement I have basically just cancelled out everything, all the work I've ever done, all the work everyone here has done. I'm a fucking mass murderer. It's genocide. Joseph fucking Mengele doesn't hold a candle to me."

They had talked on for some time, the director becoming more and more agitated and depressed, then going home.

So Dave stood and stared at the vials in his hand. The regulations were stupid, yes. And children were dying because of it. Here was the drug that would cure malaria even at its latest stages, save billions of people from grief at almost no cost... and the bastards had stopped it dead because of red tape, and because they couldn't find jut one man with malaria, willing to be a test subject.

He pictured a sea of children's faces before him, withering away, dying, falling by the countless thousands... he couldn't picture the scale of death in his head, but he knew what he had to do.



6. CARE IN THE HOME

"Ma'am? I am very sorry, I have some terrible news. There has been an accident at the Institute."

It soon became clear that it was not an accident. It seemed that Dave had arrived early before any of the researchers, had entered the labs using a keycard stolen from John's office, had taken two vials from the carousels, had injected himself with them, then he'd walked to a bed, laid himself down, and that's where they'd found him.

Unfortunately he appeared to have misunderstood the carousel storage system. He had taken a potent neurotoxin and an experimental malarial cure.

The neurotoxin had no known cure. It typically caused blindness and paralysis very quickly, then over time would shut down the rest of the brain.

Several days later, they handed her a form. "Yes, I agree: he'd prefer to be cared for at home with me. I can't imagine he's enjoying other medical staff seeing him like this. And I'm sure he feels guilty about taking up a bed. It's for the best." She signed the forms, and took him home.

==//==

Darkness. He couldn't see, couldn't move, but he could hear voices coming closer. He'd been taken home, he knew that much, and for the last few days, had been looked after by his wife, but... something seemed very wrong.

"Dave, it's May. I've brought Nicky to say hello, and John to check you over. I'll just sit here and watch quietly."

"Love you Daddy!"

"Hey, Nicky, you want to help me check up on your father? You'll be doing doctor work, just like your dad. OK, now the first thing is the prostate exam. This is a bit icky and smelly, but first help me roll him over... good girl!"

"Daddy's heavy!"

"Yes, he is a bit isn't he? Now, pass me that glove... good girl, you'll be a good doctor when you grow up. Now this is the icky bit - I need to reach into his bottom and... no, I can't reach, I can only get a couple of fingers in. I need smaller hands."

"Ewww, poopy!"

"Yes, poopy and smelly, that's the badness that made him ill. But we have to bear it, for Daddy to get better. Look, this is how you take the glove off so the icky stuff stays inside. Like... so! And then I can pop it in the trash and my hands are still nice and clean, see?"

"Uh-huh"

"Your hands might be small enough though - I need you to try."

"No, ewwww!"

"Do you want your daddy to die?... There, there, it's OK, he won't die, not if you help him. Put this long glove on... good girl. Now put this slippery stuff on - it's called lube. And now make your hand pointy, yes, clever girl! Now push them in as deep as you can, easy, do it slowly, you don't want to hurt him. Oh, good girl. You're doing great. Can you feel his poop in there? Just push on through it, the glove will protect you. Very well done."

"Look Mummy, I'm a doctor!"

"Wow! Clever girl! I love you."

"Daddy can feel your hand going through his poop, and he's thinking what a clever Nicky you are, too, you've got so deep! Now feel around, see if you can feel anything that's very hard. No? Keep feeling around. Still nothing hard? That's good, and well done. Now you need to check that every day, reaching in as deep as you can, and tell mummy if he ever has any very hard lumps in there, like marbles."

"Why would he have marbles in there?"

"Haha, it won't really be marbles, it will just feel like it. OK, now slide out a bit at a time... OK, stop there while I turn him back on his back... good girl. If you reach forward, you can feel something spongy?"

"Yes."

"That's the bad bit that's making him ill, it's called a 'prostate'. Can you say that?"

"Pwostate!"

"Well done! You need to empty that out through his willy every day. I'll show you how. First, rub the spongy bit gently with your fingers.... good girl. Keep doing that, and press here to empty his wee out. Yep. Now clip the catheter, so it doesn't leak, and deflate it and pull it out like this, see? Just like a small version of the one mummy and me put in your bottom when you were naughty. Oh, look daddy's eyes just did a funny thing"

Where?"

"Never mind, you missed it. Now, to empty it out, you have to suck his willy like you did with mine - oh look there they go again!"

"I saw it too!"

"Heee, good girl, you love your daddy. So you need to suck your daddy's willy until it gets hard like mine was, when I pushed my cock into your beautiful choking little face, and Mommy jerked me off through..."

"I don't like his eyes, make him stop it!"

"OK, Nicky, there, I'll pull the sheet over them. Now suck his willy, yes, like that. Good girl, he's getting hard. Don't forget to keep rubbing the spongy bit! Now get ready, he'll squirt stuff in your mouth, but his stuff is dirty because he's ill, so spit it in the bin here, not into mummy like you do with mine. Good girl! Take the glove off like a doctor... oh well done!"

"Oh I'm so proud of my little Nicky! Come to Mummy for a hug. Oh I love you. Now watch John to see what he does next."

"Now I'm emptying the bag for the catheter, and filling it with my own, clean wee, see? That will help make Daddy better, because his own wee is dirty because he's ill. Don't drink Daddy's wee, or you might get ill too, only ever drink mine or Mummy's. And now I push the catheter back in, and pump it up, and squeeze the bag to get the wee into him. Now I clamp it shut so the nice clean wee stays inside him. Only unclamp it once a day, when you clean his willy out."

"Thank you, John - for saving Dave, and helping Nicky and me make him better again."

"Love you John!"

"I love you too, Nicky."

"Run along now Nicky, John and I need to be alone with Daddy."

"That was wonderful - we should feed him some little stones, just for her to find in his shit. Did you see his eyes when I said how we raped his daughter? Yes, Dave. We raped her, we abused her, tortured her, and she apologised because we told her it was her own fault. We shoved a buttplug into he and left it in there, with her tummy bulging from the biggest, deepest enema I have ever administered in my life, then we whipped her pussy and... ha ha ha! Oh boy, I can't go on, darling, his eyes are just cracking me up. Let's just fuck on him."

"OK, but one last thing for him to hear before we start making squelchy sounds for him... Dave? We're going to rape both our daughters, from now until they die in childbirth making more kids for us to rape. And Dave? I'm pregnant. We'll rape that one too. And then John will get me pregnant again and again, and we'll rape each of them. Maybe I can get him to pop one of their cherries while it's coming out of me, wouldn't that be cool? Maybe we can get one of them pregnant and then find out what happens if we inject them with the same thing Dave tricked you into taking - and yes, it was deliberate."

"Now we fuck?"

"Shit yeah, I've never felt so horny in my life. Here, like this, his nose will rub my clit."

===//===

A few days passed.

"Dave, your daughter has been such a good girl these last few days, looking after you so diligently, but just now, she was naughty. She swore. That means I have to punish her, and squirt my nice clean piss and cum into her ass, which is so full of dirtiness that it makes her use dirty language. Do you understand that curious logic, Dave? Your daughter does, now. So I'm going to assrape her, now, ontop of you, while your wife sucks you off."

"No! Mommy! Not like that! You have to put your hand in his bottom first, to find the bad marbles! Tell her, John!"

"Don't worry, Nicky, you can show mummy how to do it properly afterwards - I think Daddy likes it when you do it, too. Now, bend over. You don't want the dirtiness in your bottom to make you ill, like Daddy did, do you? Then you couldn't look after Daddy."

"No, John."

"Good girl, Nicky, I love you just as much as Mummy does. I'll try to be as gentle as I can with your punishment. Here, have some lube, and then just push back against me... just relax, push against me like you're pooping me out and it will go easier..."

"Ow please stop, it hurts, please, you promised!"

"Dave, did you hear that? I drove into your daughter's ass as slowly and gently as I could, but she still complains. Well if she won't take punishment from me, there's only one thing for it, Dave, I'll pull out and you'll have to punish her instead. Is his cock hard enough yet, May? Good, whip out the catheter, and upsie-daisy, and down you come..."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhh!"

"Dave, congratulations, you just popped your baby daughter's cherry. This may even be a medical world first; a toddler incestuously raped by a quadriplegic. Looks like you really hurt her, there's a lot of blood - are you sure you really love Nicky, Dave? Nicky, I know Daddy's hurt you a lot with his punishment, but I have to cum inside you too, or Daddy's dirty cum will make you as ill as he is. Oh dear and look, now he's pissing inside you... dirty Daddy! Here, I'll fuck you at the same time. I'll be gentle..."

"No, please!"

"It can't be helped, Nicky my love - I don't want you to get ill. Lie face down ontop of him. I'll see if I can get into your ass... ungh, you're so tight, this won't take long... oh yes, scream, scream for me, baby, it hurts doesn't it, yes yes... ahhhhh yesss!"



7. A BRAND NEW DAY

"Well done, Love" John kissed May's neck as his hand pressed through Nicky's diaper to check the buttplug. "You made a great grieving widow."

"Bastard." She grabbed his lapels, and kissed him through the veil, thrusting her tongue into his mouth through the lace. She had to lean forward to do it - her belly was getting big now, with what would be John's first child.

Nicks came through the door after them and slammed it to get their attention. "What are you two doing? You just got back from daddy's funeral! Stop kissing, she's not your wife!"

May sighed into the kiss, licked John's nose, and turned slowly. "Ah, Louise, it's probably time we had a chat."

Louise crossed her arms and took a "don't bullshit me" pose. "What is it?"

May slapped Louise hard across the face, knocking her hat and veil across the room. "Now shut up and listen hard because your life depends on it. Dave left everything he had to John. Everything Dave had is John's now. The house, the car, Bruno, me, you, Nicky - he can do whatever he likes with any of it."

"What? No way!" Louise backed against the door.

"Let me explain. Dave raped Nicky. Do you know what that means? He rammed his willy into her pussy until it bled. Isn't that right, Nicky?"

Nicky nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh! It hurt and John had to make me better! Tell her, John!"

"That's right," said John. "Nicky's pussy was so small that your Daddy's willy couldn't fit, and it tore between her pussy and asshole. That happens a lot when parents rape their daughters when they're too young. Do you remember that time when she was sick for such a long time, and couldn't sit up? That was while she was healing as I fixed her back up. It took me a lot of care to put her back together. Daddy's dirty cum had got inside the wound so now she has to wear a buttplug most of the day, pressing into the walls of her ass, so she doesn't get something growing inside her, like what killed your Daddy."

Louise shook her head, scrunching her eyes shut to stop the tears welling out "I don't believe it!"

They had been having a lot of fun messing with Nicky's head. They conflated affection with sex so that she confused the two, mixed punishment with guilt so that she felt any torture they gave her was her own fault, mixed the idea of her father with the idea of death, illness and filth, and the idea of John, piss, and cum with salvation and cleanliness. They warmly and lavishly rewarded obedience with affection, hugs, kisses, attention, candy, icecream, toys, sex, urine and semen.

They had taught her that shit was very bad, and if left inside her, it would make her naughty. Eventually, it would make a "prostate" grow inside her, which would make her ill like her father had been, and eventually die. The only preventions were enemas, buttplugs to press against the colon walls and stop the evil lumps from forming, and getting as much cum and piss from clean people inside her as she could.

May had stopped trying to potty-training her, as John really liked the diapered look: whenever he was home from the institute - and he had been taking a lot more time "working from home" lately - it was he who would change her diaper, with laughs and tickles and pussy-licking snuggles and "don't tell mummy" rewards of mouthfuls of cum. Somehow mummy always found out, and pouted because she wanted all the cum. But Nicky knew that swallowing his cum for herself wasn't a bad crime, and wouldn't get her punished - it did make mummy sad though, so sometimes she would save it in her mouth and they'd share it in a kiss.

Though it had started out without conscious planning, John and May were now delighting in this complex brainwashing, deliberately introducing ever-more subtle elements of headfuckery into May's life.

But their plans for the newly-orphaned Louise were much simpler and more brutal. They'd left her to her own devices while Dave was still alive, but now he was out of the way and everything was official, they could have fun. She was too old to brainwash so simply, and they didn't want to anyway: John wanted her as nothing more than a slave-toy. So he'd make no pretence of love, and just give her a bruising life of pain and torment.

And it started now.

May took up the story. "Because Daddy was so horrible to Nicky, she couldn't bear to help drain his prostate when he was ill, and she was scared of his dirtiness. But she's all better now, she's been drinking lots of clean stuff from John and me, and it's healed her right up. Soon she won't need the plug anymore."

"No mommy! I want my plug!" Nicky clutched a possessive paw at the butt of her diaper.

"I want, doesn't get. What's the magic word?"

"Mommy, can I keep my plug /please/?" She looked up at her mother, trying to look as sweet as possible.

"Well, I don't know, it's a bit childish to wear a buttplug like a pacifier... what do you think, John?"

"I can understand you being scared of getting what your Dad had, Nicky, but you're safe already. Still, my little darling, if it makes you feel safer, you can keep your plug for as long as you like."

Nicky beamed wide and reached up to hug him "Thank you John! I love you!"

He lifted her and kissed her, and she kissed back using the "loving kiss" he'd taught her, pushing her muzzle into his mouth, sucking his tongue, and grinding her diapered crotch against him. "Oh, you cute thing, I love you too." He held her snuggled in his arms, her head nestled under his chin, and turned back to Louise. "You see? We can be a happy family."

Nicky bristled with anger. "No! You're not my daddy!"

May looked at John. "Now?"

He looked back into her eyes over Nicky's head, a wicked glint of excitement in his eye. "Oh yes. It's well overdue."

"Louise, I told you, John owns us, we have to do anything he wants. And what he wants RIGHT NOW is for you to take your clothes off and bend over with your tail in the air, and get a spanking for that attitude."

"Fuck off, you're crazy!"

"Nicky - you bend over for a spanking. Show your sister how a big girl obeys."

Nicky quickly slipped down from John's arms and complied, stripping herself of her dress and going onto all fours, poking her diaper high, her tail waving over her.

"Oh, good girl Nicky!" cried John, patting the diaper with play-spanks. "You're so much more grown up than your sister. Now you, Louise. Last chance."

"I told you, no! This is..." John ran for her, and she tried to flee but the front door had locked itself. Before she could unlock it, she was held painfully aloft by the scruff and the tail. She screamed and kicked as he carried her through to the living room, but it just hurt her tail more.

He held her kneeling in front of the couch, and he and May each took an arm and a leg to pin her face down to the couch cushions.

May called to Nicky, who was still obediently bent over, out in the hall. "Nicky, come in and give us a hand! Oh good girl!" She lifted Louise's dress over her head, yanked down the panties, and instructed "We'll hold her, you spank her."

And so they did, as Louise howled and yelped and wriggled trying to get free, Nicky slapped at her ass with little toddler-swats.

"Hit harder!" they cried. But Nicky couldn't get enough strength behind it, even when they held Louise's tail out the way for her.

May held the leg she was restraining between her own legs to free a hand to point. "Try with the hairbrush over there... no, by the fire. Yes, hit her with that."

Nicky toddled over, then ran back clutching the metal-bristled hairbrush and gave Louise a sound slap on the ass with it.

"Owww! Nicky please, help me!"

But May and John praised Nicky, and she beamed with accomplishment "Oh well done, that was a good one! Try it again!"

They played the "see how hard you can whack" game, until Louise was reduced to tears, holding her tail well out the way after it had been hit painfully a few times, and with welts showing through her fur where Nicky had hit with the brush edge instead of the flat. Nicky was flushed and glowing with the exertion. "You're awesome, Nicky, that was a really good start. Now turn the brush around so you hit her with the bristles and we'll pull her legs further apart for you."

Louise found renewed strength to kick and squirm, "please don't! Please! You can't do this, it's not fair!" But they held her down and pulled her legs apart by the ankles, until they were spread painfully apart. To increase the pain, May pulled her tail upwards with her free hand. "Hit her right on the asshole, Nicky!"

Nicky took a run up and swung the brush - a perfect swing! Louise screamed as the bristles stung her butt, and the others laughed, Nicky falling to the ground with giggles. "Great one, Nicky! Do it again!"

So she did it several times more. "Don't the marks look lovely? I bet they'd look even better on her pussy - try there!" They twisted Louise's ankles so that her back arched, exposing her pussy more, and Nicky slammed the bristles into Louise's softest parts.

Louise's throat was sounding raw with all the crying and screaming, and they cheered and laughed again. The dots from the bristles really stood out against Louise's pale pink skin, but after a couple more swings, it was clear that Nicky wasn't hitting very hard, she was worn out.

"Poor love, I think you've had enough now, you can put the brush down. What else can we do to punish her?"

"Punish bath, punish bath!"

"Maybe another day, when we've bought her her own enema-plug, but first... what do you think, John?"

"Well, we should have dinner now, I think. Some nice hot sausages... and if you eat it all up, you can have some icecream!".

"Yaaay! Icecream!"

"Only if you eat all your dinner!" reminded May. "Now, we've got some stuff to tie this naughty thing up, in case she tries to run away again. I'll get all that, and one of your diapers to pad her poor red bottom. John you keep her here, and have fun, Love"

John pulled Louise to the floor and sat on her lower back, one knee hooked around each of her thighs to keep her spread, and he and Nicky played with their new toy, poking fingers in her ass, slapping it, and leaning on her to crush the hairbrush between her pussy and the floor.

All the time they endured a constant stream of abuse from Louise, but they just laughed. "You fuckers, you fucking fucker,s leave me alone! You haven't got any right! You're not my father! You OUCH! Fuck! Fuck, you bastard I hate you!"

"There are other naughty words than 'fuck' you know: perhaps you should try some," said May from the doorway. She had returned with a diaper, and a spreader bar with collar and fixed wrist-cuffs, so that Louise couldn't take the diaper off. The three of them stripped her, bound her, and held her down for the diaper.

May grinned wickedly at Louise. "I didn't want to waste a new one one a naughty girl like you, so this one still has Nicky's wee in I'm afraid. Don't worry, she's a good clean girl, so it'll be good for you." She squatted over it herself and let a copious sprinkle over the dry bits, until the whole thing was soaked.

"Mom! You're sick! You're a sick fuck!"

The diaper was warm and heavy with wetness, and they pressed it onto Louise, all three of them hitting her through it, and laughing at the stream of cries and curses. May slipped the hairbrush inside the diaper, against Louise's pussy, and mashed it into the cub's crotch with her knee as she fastened it tight, so's not to let any drips escape.

"Don't bother to save it for later, John - you assrape her with Nicky, while I make dinner. Then take her upstairs and hose her out - I want her nice and stretched and clean inside in about half an hour."

"Mom! You bitch! You killed Dad!"

"No, we told you: Nicky killed him, by not cleaning him out each day. But that's OK, we forgive her because he was dirty, and he hurt her, so he deserved it. Goodbye love, try not to let your ass stretch too much."

She left to make dinner, and Nicky and John thought about what to do next.



8. LOUISE GETS IT AT LAST

John lifted Loise's skinny frame by the spreader bar, and carried her upstairs, holding Nicky's paw and skipping together up the stairs. He dumped her over edge of the bath (her fur rippled, recoiling from the cold surface), then tore the tailhole wider in her sopping diaper, to make room for the much-anticipated rape.

He poked softly at the puckered ring. "You can't keep me out, no matter how hard you squeeze your butt shut," he said - which of course, made her clench her asshole tight. Nicky laughed and jabbed at it with her claw - young as she was, she already knew you had to make your ass loose if you didn't want pain. And the pain had been so funny earlier, her silly sister was gonna get hurt again!

John slapped some lube on himself, and Louise's asshole, more for his own protection than to save Louise from pain, then stabbed his cock into her clenched ass to the hilt.

The howl was deafening in the confined bathroom, and the screaming lasted for almost a minute, only stopping when Nicky took her fingers from her ears and made a gag like the one they had used on her the first time - soap in a cloth - and wadded it into her half-sister's muzzle.

"Thank you Nicky - gosh, she really is noisy isn't she?"

"Yes, and her face is funny!"

Dave leaned forward to look, and grinned. "So it is!" As Nicky collapsed in fits of giggles at his antics, he pulled faces imitating Louise, then licked the tears out of her eyes, lapping his tongue slowly around inside the eyelids, enjoying the feel of her eyeballs moving, trying to escape.

He rose, and began thrusting in and out, slowly at first, not so much to save her pain, but more to savour that pain, and the tightness around him. He had been regretting having abused Nicky's ass with the buttplug so much the first time, as he was sure she would have been wonderfully, agonisingly tight, but at least he was getting to enjoy that pleasure with Louise, and he was going to make every second of it count. He used her cuffed arms as a handle, pulling them uncomfortably back and digging the collar into her throat.

"Daddy, you'll make it bleed! Mummy will be cross!"

Even gagged and in the pain she was in, Louise tried to object to her sister's verbal slip, shaking her head violently. John smacked her on the side of the head.

"You can call me Daddy, if you think I'm better than the dirty one. And don't worry, I'll be careful - we'll get her nice and clean ready for Mummy."

Nicky looked up, idolisation in her eyes. "I'll help you clean!"

"Good girl, and you can help me punish, too - you can hit her, if you want. Or do anything you want to hurt her, 'cause you're such a good girl and she's so dirty and bad."

Nicky smacked Louise's head a few times then started poking her with her claws, finding sensitive bits where the claws would make her sister squeal in pain, and digging the claws in - behind the ear, under the chin... John was impressed that she showed the self-control not to hurt in any real damaging way - no eye-gouging, for instance.

He kept fucking his toy. Each time he pulled our or thrust in through the hole in the diaper, the hairbrush that it held against in her pussy mound would be pulled back and forth by the edge of the bathtub, scratching. Each time he ground his pelvis against hers, the diaper would ooze piss onto her bleeding ass, and down over her scratched pussy.

He felt close to the edge, but Louise seemed to have stopped struggling and swearing and her cries had faded to whimpers, and this lessened his enjoyment. He kneed her in the crotch, sso that the hairbrush bristles could get her attention - and they did, as her scream showed. The soap shot out of her mouth.

"Listen up, you filthy, shit-filled thing. Nicky is good, so she can just lie there if I punish her. But you have to stay conscious and pay attention, because you are not good." He reached for the mouthwash by the sink, opened it, and passed it to Nicky. "Here, love, pour a little bit of this on her ass any time she gets droopy. Be careful, she'll probably buck up when she feels it."

He gagged Louise again, and with one hand round her muzzle to keep the soap in, the other gripping her collar, he sank back into her, thrusting hard, and in a moment felt the cool penetrating feeling of menthol and alcohol dribbling over his cock. Louise felt it too, it was clear - her bucking was so violent that he almost slipped out.

That was more like it! Gods, this was pleasure like never before, she was so helpless under him, but feeling such intense emotion - her furious, agonised flailing and choking was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

He felt himself getting close again. "Nicky, splash now? Ungh, good girl, GOOD girl, now reach under me, hold the brush handle, brace your feet against the bath, and when I say, rip it from under her with all your strength... not yet, not yet..." He thrust a few more times, into the renewed thrashing, then sank himself to the hilt and put all his weight on her ass, trapping the hairbrush against the bath. "...now!"

It was just before he came, and it was amazing. The brush was pressed so hard against Louise that Nicky didn't get it out of her until the third try, and each yank made Louise flail for dear life and sent the most wonderful depraved feeling through him, centred on his cock.

She screamed, a beautiful, piercing scream, for just a brief moment before he squeezed her throat shut with the collar, throttling her, making her writhe in frantic desperation, involuntary spasms clamping him even tighter.

He had been saving himself for this, and it was perfect. He came and came, draining himself into her to the last drop, and still his twitching hips kept thrusting into her of their own accord.

John finally released Nicky's collar - it felt like an age had passed but she was still alive, breathing, gasping. He cleaned up, and they hosed Louise's ass out clean with the shower hose, taking turns holding the ass open and squirting the hot water in, until the water finally came out clear and smell-free, and they declared the job done.

Now to stretch her!

Nicky was putting all her weight into the problem of getting a second hand into her sister's ass when May came to the door. "Dinner's ready! Wow, looks like it was as much fun as it sounded - can she walk, do you think?"

John grinned "I'd be surprised. Definitely not properly."

So with some effort they helped Nicky's other hand pop inside. "you think you could carry her downstairs like that?"

It turned out that they could indeed lift her by the ass, with John holding Nicky up by the arms, and Louise dangling below. Down in the kitchen, they pulled her hands out again, laid Louise spread on the kitchen table, and admired their ass-stretching handiwork.

John looked happy with himself. "Well, you did want her stretched."

May wasn't so impressed. "It'll do. Check these - is this too hot?"

She showed him a chain of eight hot, cooked sausages. He felt them. "Hrm... borderline, there shouldn't be any lasting damage." So May doubled it over twice, then started to feed them into her daughter's spread ass. It wasn't long before the heat got to her, and she started to writhe weakly. "Mommy, please."

"If John isn't your daddy, then I'm not your mommy. You're just a dirty useless little orphan. And now I'm giving you a use: you're a sausage-holder." She shoved more in, and the second clump of four sausages slid inside, only to reappear a moment later as Louise tried to push them out. "Shit, girl, behave!" She slapped hard on the scratched-raw pussy, then tied a teatowel around Louise's ass to keep the sausages in.

"Dave, the rest is your field I think." She passed him a bowl of mashed potato, a syringe, and a small speculum.

A short time later, they were eating dinner, with Louise suspended from a beam above the dining table. To fill their plates, they'd swing her over the plate, then pull the teatowel aside to pull a sausage out, or undo a valve on her urinary catheter for a hot stream of gravy, or, Dave's favourite, pull a piece of string that passed through her vagina, to a balloon in her uterus. Pulling that squirted mashed potato out through the small gap in her hymen. Even though he had filled both vagina and uterus with as much as he could fit in, there was still not nearly enough mashed potato in there to fill even Nicky's plate, but they each had a small portion from her, and then took the rest from the big bowl.

For dessert they shaved a strip down Louise's front, from throat to her pussy, and had icecream, with hot fudge sauce poured down the strip from the microwaved squeezy-bottle. May even let Nicky have a load of her new daddy's cum on hers, all to herself, because she had been so very good that day.

Then they took Louise up to the bathroom, cleaned her out again, put a spreader-bar on her to stop her running anywhere too fast, and left her in the care of Nicky, who spent the rest of the night pulling her half-sister around like a pull-toy, using the string from the balloon still swollen in her urethra.

And so ended the first day of the rest of their lives...


 - THE END - 



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Chapter notes:

chapter 1, and even 2, were written so that you didn't actually need them. I'm still not sure if I shouldn't just discard at least chapter 1, and throw the reader into the action. I guess it depends whether they want a slow build-up, and a story, or just a quick fap. For quick-fappiness, I rather like chapter 3, myself. *blush* It feels conceited that I can still re-read this and cum to it. But hey, these are my innermost, basest fantasies here! If they don't turn me on, then really, why would I even write them down?

Chapter 3 gave a couple of sections from Nicky's point of view, switching into present tense, and avoiding complex terms. Some first-person thoughts, no normal dialogue, etc - aiming for a feeling of very young, confused pain. Did it work for you? Myself, I still think this chapter is the best of the whole lot :)

In chapter 5 not much happens, just story and plot progression, so I kept it short. I used David's point of view for the first time. When I was planning the story, I never intended for him to have a role, let alone for him to be so damn noble, but characters have a way of doing that, it seems. I messed a bit with tenses there: normally I use past tense (Dave swam), or for Nicky, present tense (Nicky swims, Nicky is swimming), but to show what was past tense to Dave, in his flashback, I used what I think is called something silly like past perfect tense ("Dave had swum"). Did it work for you, or feel contrived?

In chapter 6, I played a bit with using just dialogue to try to give the idea of Dave's blind helplessness. Hope it worked for you, and that the strange way of writing didn't detract from the porn too much :) I also tried to how how their messing with Nicky's head was turning her against her father, and into John's thrall: mostly I showed this through little things that you hopefully didn't notice consciously, but they set the tone. Like, the first thing she said as she came into the room the first time was "Love you, Daddy!", but the last thing she said as she left, was "Love you, John!" 

I'd thought the dialogue-only thing was pretty cool, and that I'd got it working well. But feedback from this chapter was actually really bad. Oh, well, not all experiments can turn out well!

I got tired of this story, so the last two chapters, 7 & 8, are definitely rushed. The meal should have been a chapter in itself, it's a lovely idea that's always been a fantasy of mine :) At least I did get it finished, though. Originally, it was more guro, with blood and stuff in, but I've deleted a fair bit of it due to user feedback to the earlier chapters (Louise's ass did bleed in the original, and the metal bristles of the hairbrush were embedded into her pussy mound, which made the mouthwash idea a lot more potent).


Other notes:

This has been a learning experience, and the most important lesson was probably "don't peak too fast". Or maybe "write shorter stories". But then after this I went and wrote DestinyOfSpecies, so clearly I don't learn from my mistakes.

The battle here is between a "story" and "porn". Chapters 2+3 together are the perfect length and tone and intensity and pacing for porn. The whole lot works quite well as a story. I don't know how to reconcile the two.

Why did I write it? I don't know. I meant to write another story. But my writing always twists in my hands as it comes out, and runs in another direction.

I found this very arousing to write. I lost count of the number of times I came while writing it: my cock was raw at times, and I was surprised and pleased to feel that extreme, inner tightness of intense arousal that I almost never feel nowadays. 

I live for comments and feedback! So thank you so much to those who've commented so far, even the one who just said "You need help". I presume it was meant in a good way, as nobody could ignore all the tags and warnings and read the story without knowing what they were getting!

I'd so much like to know what YOU think of my writing. Which bits did you like most? Least? Why? Did you spot any bloopers? Are there matters of style that you'd have me change? Which bits did you like most? Least? Why? Any typos? Poor grammar? Inconsistencies? I worked hard to ensure that pronouns ("she/her") don't get confusing, but did I manage it? Would you like to proofread future chapters before I release them?

I've not specified species. There were choices I had to make: where necessary I've specified anatomy (sometimes "paws" for kids, always "hands" for adults, always "feet/claws/fur/muzzle"), but never species. Was this a bad move? What species did you have, in your mind's eye, for each character? I'm interested that from feedback so far, the females and the husband apparently come across as being rabbits to a lot of people, and John as a fox.

Most importantly... did it arouse you? Did you come? I hope you did, anyway. I'd hate to be writing porn that people couldn't get off to! :P What other kinks, perversions and lusts should they indulge in, to make it even better for you? May is pregnant at the end... what possibilities does that open?