Beating Around the Bush

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After unlocking the door, Betty set her purse upon the counter. Karen stripped right as she inside, as usual, and headed upstairs. Hank went into the living room and Jack got something to drink from the fridge. Betty went up and changed into her pajamas. They were getting smaller by the week. Only about a month left to go. She came back downstairs to find Jack rifling through her handbag. “What are you doing?” Most of the contents were strewn upon the countertop.
“Uh, Karen said you had something of mine.”
“Do not go through my purse without asking, Jack!” She revealed the command rod from her pocket. “You must be looking for this. What is this thing for anyway?”
“It’s a mind controlling rod.”
“Seriously, Jack, why is this damned thing so important to you?”
“It lets me fuck you.”
“Jack! Go upstairs right now! We will talk about this tomorrow!” She was livid as Jack ascended the stairs. I cannot believe he talks to me like that! We made a huge mistake sleeping with them, but we can fix this. Betty tried to relax while looking at her phone, but she was wound tight. I should talk to him.

She sat the rod in her purse and lugged her belly up the stairs once again, knocking on Jack’s door. He stopped playing his game and waited sullenly for her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but you can’t talk to me like that. I am under a lot of stress recently and I don’t want to have you against me. We can’t have sex anymore and that is final.” She paused, watching him nod as he looked to the floor. “Now, please be honest and tell me why you were carrying a metal rod with you.”

“I… it… it was for self-defense.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m scared I’m going to get attacked by kids at school.”
Jake! It has to be Jake! He hasn’t sent anything or contacted us in any way since… what we did. He must be toying with us! “What are their names, Jack?”
“I… I can’t say.”
“Is it Jake?” He looked at her surprised. “I knew it. What is he doing to you?”
“Mom, it’s nothing, I keep that with me just in case. Nothing has happened yet.”
She asked again, but he wouldn’t give any more details. “Jack, that is a dangerous weapon. That isn’t what you need to stop him. Just avoid him for now and I’ll take care of it.” Somehow…
“Please, Mom, just let me hold onto it.”
“No, Jack.” Betty locked eyes until she was confident that he wouldn’t press the issue. She drew a deep breath as she looked at the floor, building up courage for what she had to say next. “Jack, your father got fired a few weeks ago. I’m the only one making money now and we have to cut back on a few things around here.”
“What?”
“Your dad thought it might be coming for a long time, but they made official the day before the police came and found us all… Doing it. We didn’t want to bother you until you got home again.”

Jack shook his head, confused and irritated. “Why would you wait?” He held up his hand. “Just, let me help. I can fix this, but I need that metal rod.”
“Jack, no.” She emphasized the denial. “I will not give you a weapon and there isn’t anything to fix! It’s done, your dad just needs to recover and find something else!”
“Mom, trust me, I can fix this, but that rod… it helps me control the situation, it helps me relax. I won’t use it to hurt people, I promise!”
He is so stubborn. “Just go to sleep and we’ll talk more tomorrow, deal?” He nodded begrudgingly and she left him. Back in the kitchen she held the rod once again as she pondered her situation. I can’t risk giving my son a weapon. He’s just trying to help me, but I need to fix these problems. Hank will get another job; I just need to find a way to stop Jake and Adam. And I have to make sure I keep my job to support my children. She rubbed her swollen belly. And Karen’s child. She put her head in her hands, crying softly.

At school Jack, Karen, and Ashley met for a short span in between classes. “Jack, I need the command rod tonight.” Ashley sounded mildly flustered.
“Uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t have it.”
“What? Did you lose it?!”
“No, no, I just… My mom took it from me.”
“She found it and this dummy pissed her off.”
“Jack, I need it! My dad is going to send me to therapy because I’m failing my classes.”
Karen cracked a smile and nodded. “I was getting there too. We can fix it once we get the rod back. Jack just has to get it back somehow.”
“I tried, but she won’t give it up. Now she thinks I’m scared of Jake and I kept it with me to protect myself.”
“She probably thinks he’s bothering you since we split up.” Karen interjected.
Ashley grumbled. “It doesn’t matter, we need to get it back before she uses it by accident. Just take it when she’s not looking.”
Karen was about to say more on the subject, but she turned to see Jake and Candice approaching. “Ugh, not now.” She muttered with agitation.

With a self-assured grin, Jake handed Karen a disc. “This is for you. You need to meet me at my locker tomorrow if you want that to stay between us.”
“What is this?” Ashely asked, as Karen was at a loss for words.
Candice grinned. “That, my friends, is five star material. He let me see a little bit and I can guarantee it won’t disappoint!” She showed her teeth in an embellished smile. “Just don’t lose it!”
Jake gave Karen a confident nod before they continued down the hall.

The rest of the day took forever. Ignoring her father’s rule, Ashley joined Karen and Jack at their house. The trio booked it to Karen’s room where she loaded the disc and clicked the video file. They watched with revulsion as Jake’s crew took turns with Jack and Karen’s pregnant mother. Betty took it with experience, showing minimal discomfort as they jammed two cocks in her ass at once.

She whined and complained when the third boy went in, causing Jack to shift uncomfortably. Karen covered her mouth with shock as Ashley watched with disappointment. They’re peeing in her ass. Once the trio finished with her, Jake took the camera and showed Betty. He laughed as pointed it at the tired looking, swollen pregnant woman, who was somehow retaining their deposits. She pleaded as he explained how he would blackmail her and Karen with the recording.

“That is fucking sick.” Jack muttered.
“Why is he doing this to us?” Karen asked despondently. “Why can’t he just get out of our lives?”
“He is a complete asshole. He enjoys making people miserable.” Ashley gave her thoughts. “But, I think he will go through with it. How are we going to stop him from showing this?”
“Jack, get that damned command rod back!” Karen snapped. “We need it!”
“Well, I can’t now, she’s at work.”

Jack and Karen bickered for a minute as Ashely pondered the video. “Where does your mom work?”
“The grocery store, why?”
“That video looked like it was in a back room or something, didn’t it? Didn’t the shelf have a few bags of flour?”
“Adam!” Jack exclaimed. “That shithead let Jake back there.” He saw Ashley’s confusion, “It’s a long story, but we have to help her. We have to get the rod back from her somehow!”
“Tonight one of you distract her and the other take it, then we can undo all of this mess.” Ashley was confident as she thought of screwing over the conceited jerk that had used her before.
“We can’t wait until tonight. He might be there right now!” Karen argued.
“We might get into more trouble if we go there. Just play it safe and wait… I mean, we’ve seen that she can handle it.”

Ashley knew she should not have added the last sentiment. They squabbled for a few minutes before she finally conceded. Betty looked like she was enjoying parts of it. Ashley thought back to her past transgressions. They went too far, but there is no need to be stupid about this. Against her warnings, Jack and Karen were set on heading to the store in a futile attempt to help their mother. I better go with them so they don’t do something they’ll regret. They headed downstairs and outside, only to see Ashley’s father stepping out of his car. “Shit, I’m busted.” She looked to Jack. “Go on without me.”

“You lied to me! I was worried sick when you weren’t at school, Ashley!” He scolded loudly as Jack and Karen continued with a few backwards glances. She marched to the car and they drove home in tense silence.

She skimmed through this year’s final exam prep work. Her six-year-old son ran by and tossed the mail up onto the table. A letter from Ken Hale, care of the state correctional facility, caught her eye. She stared for a long time before opening the envelope.

Jeanette, listen, I’ve mailed everyone else, but you’re my last shot. I know you’re pregnant. Jeanette looked at the potbelly on her otherwise slender frame before continuing. I know that it wasn’t your husband that put that kid in you. I saw what really happened. You were being controlled!
She paused before holding the paper up to read more. That boy, Jack… Don’t you think it is funny that the teachers in his classes snapped ? Or that his mom and sister both got pregnant. That his whole damned family got caught fucking and then the case just stopped there?

“Mr. Hale, I think you have entirely too much time…” She said to the air as she continued.
All of those things happening at once is odd enough, but you got pregnant when you told me yourself that you were finished having kids. Think about it, what changed? I have proof, but it is on my ex-wife’s computer. I had her stash it there as an insurance policy. Find Irene and have her open this file. He listed the directory. I know I’m fucked, but at least I can take that little shit down with me.
 
She crumpled the letter and cast it into the wastebasket. She tried to continue reading about her schoolwork, but it took her three tries to make it through the paragraph. He is just a rapist grasping at straws! She aligned the pages and sat thoughtfully. I don’t remember why I changed my mind to have another child, though. Deok-su was the traditional husband who wanted her to have many children, but she was steadfast, wishing for only one child to lavish with all of their attention.

I’m glad I’m having this child, but I don’t really remember what changed. She watched her son assembling some building blocks on the far side of the room. I should just let it go, but he does have a point. Jack did seem to get out of trouble easily and his grades are surprisingly high for someone going through multiple stressful encounters. Jeanette crossed her hands upon the table as she thought. She flipped open her laptop and searched for Irene Hale.

“I was going to apologize to you, Ashley. That’s why I was at your school today, but now I see what an idiot I was. Come over here.” He seemed curiously calm as he motioned for her to come closer. She sat upon his knee in the wooden dining chair. He stroked her long blonde hair and it tickled her neck. “I love you so much, but I can’t have you lying to me, Ashley. We have to fix this.”

She could feel something poking her leg. She grinned, knowing his meaning. “I know how we can fix this, Daddy.” She leaned in and planted a slow, passionate kiss upon his lips. He seemed lost in the feeling for a moment before he pushed her back, his eye twitching with anger.

“You just think that is an easy fix, don’t you? You think I’m an idiot that you can screw to get your way?”
“N-no, it’s not like that!”
He pushed her up and forcefully unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down and letting them fall to her ankles along with her panties. He tugged her hips until she stumbled forward and fell upon his knees. He shifted her into place and drew back his hand for a hard, swift slap across her firm rump. She tensed and screamed, putting her hands upon her stinging ass in an attempt to cover it. He pulled them aside, holding her wrists with one hand as he landed another heavy-handed strike.

Ashley whimpered as he continued. “Do you realize how much I hold back?” She lost count, no longer trying to prepare for the hits. “Don’t you see how hard it is not to rip your clothes off when I see you?” He hit one last time and brought her back to her feet. Her ass was cherry red, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her father was normally a calm, collected man, but today she saw far more emotion than usual. He was breathing heavily, appearing concerned for her, but something else was hiding below his stern facade. “I was just going to offer my butt, Daddy.”
His expression went calm again. “You want that?” He unzipped his pants and fished out his engorged cock. “Fine, but I’m going in the front first.” He grabbed her hips and walked her forward until she was straddling the chair. She lowered herself and he guided himself into her blonde warmth. She felt the tip slip in with ease, as she was surprisingly excited. He squeezed her tender ass and she groaned, enjoying it.

“I love it when you’re rough with me, Daddy.” She moved her hips as she watched his face. “I’m your little slut.” He looked into her eyes as she ground her hips upon him. “Make me cum, Dad.”
He squeezed her hips and his eyes went wide. “Wait, wait.” He held her in place. “Stop!” She bit her lip as she waited for him to let her continue. She tensed down below and he hurriedly lifted her off. She watched his cock twitch, nearly to orgasm.
She reached forward and tweaked his nipple. He pulled back, putting a hand over his reasonably defined chest. “I don’t want you to finish too quickly.” She smiled and turned around, lowering her ass onto his shaft.

Again, the tip went in smoothly, but in that hole it caused her a lot more discomfort. She stopped just past the head and waited for the pain to subside. She cried out as he pushed upward, snaking his full cock into her unprepared backside. She tried to handle it, but gave up and jumped away, dancing in pain as he cracked a smile. He stood and pushed her over the table. “You said I could have your butt, so I’m going to take it.”

She felt his pulsing cock searching for her opening. The tip finally found a space and he fed it into her rump. He didn’t realize, however, that he aimed too low, slipping into her pussy. Her ass cheeks still ached as he started moving, pounding her with all his might. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her upright. He’s getting close. I should tell him he’s not in my ass. Her mind was nearly lost in pleasure as he fucked her silly. This feels wonderful, though. I can’t make him stop now. She fought to think straight. Fuck it, what are the chances? “Fill me up, Dad.”
Her words sent him into a frenzy. He lifted her up, causing her feet to dangle as he slammed her. He pounded her for a few seconds more before he blew his load, filling her pussy with cum. An orgasmic wave washed over her, causing her to tremble with gratification.

Once it passed, she got up and pulled her shorts and underwear back into place and buttoned them as her father tucked away his manhood. “Ashley, I… I love you. You still have to talk to the therapist, but you can’t tell her about this, promise?”
“I won’t Dad.”
There was a long pause. “Did I… did I go too far?”
She smiled, feeling his sperm dripping into her underwear. “Of course not, it was fun.” Her ass was sore, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad.
He nodded. “Okay, just… please don’t lie to me honey.”

She agreed and headed to her room. She took off her clothes and removed her soiled underwear, jumping into the shower to clean up. She sprayed herself down there and felt assured that there was no chance anything remained. I love when he takes my ass, but letting him stay in the front is nice too. I wish we could do that more often. She touched herself as she recalled the recent sensations, moaning as she thought of her father getting her pregnant. God I’m dirty.

Betty stepped into the back office, glad that Adam was alone today. Her relief was quickly lost when she noticed he was holding an apple, grinning with confidence. “Ever had one of these up your pooper?”
“I’m done.”
“You can do it. I will prepare you a little bit, I promise.”
“No. I am done. I’m not letting you do any more to me.”
“I don’t think you understand how blackmail works.” His mood darkened.
“I can’t take any more and I don’t care. Tell the world and be branded as the pervy kid who was used by the cougar in the back of a grocery store. I am not doing any more with you. If you have a shred of decency then you will just let me go and no one will talk about this again.” She turned to leave and the boy launched the apple at the wall next to her.

“You are mine, you fat fucking bitch!”
He ran to her and grabbed her hair in a fit of rage. She yelped and slowly knelt on the ground as he tugged her down. She fished in her purse and found the black metal rod. She took it out and tapped the boys arm. It was enough to hurt him, but not enough to break anything.

Adam stopped suddenly, holding his arm, nearly crying. “What the hell?”
“I said leave me alone! Just let me go and live my life and you go and live yours! That’s all I want! I can’t take this sick game anymore!”

The door burst open. Betty was shocked to see her children sizing up the situation. “What are you two doing here?” Jack said nothing as he started to reach for the metal cylinder in her hand. “Jack, stop!” She was dumfounded when her son dropped his arm and stood motionless.
She looked to Karen, who appeared nervous. “Mom, be careful what you say when you hold that.”

“What do you mean?” Betty was obviously perplexed.
Her thoughts shifted to Adam as he held up his hands disarmingly. “Fine, you can live your shitty life and I’ll leave you alone.” He was uncharacteristically relaxed as he nudged past the family.

“Mom, just… hand me the rod.” Karen held out her hand expectantly.
Betty hesitated, finally offering her daughter the weapon. “Why are you even here?”
“We came to visit you and we heard a scream. Did he do anything to you?”
“No, I’m fine, but I hope he doesn’t bother me again.”
“I think you’ll be fine now, Mom. He said he’d leave you alone.”
“He’s lied before. I don’t trust him.”
“Mom, I have a very good feeling that he wasn’t lying.” Karen looked at the cylinder in her hand and her still stationary brother. “You can move again, Jack.”
He looked at them both, regaining awareness. “Let me see it.”

Karen squeezed the rod as she spoke. “Jack, let me keep this for now.” Jack put his arm down once again. “Mom, was that kid… doing you?”
“Not this time.”
Karen cocked her head. “So he was before today?” Betty didn’t answer. “How long?”
“A few months.”
“Wh-why?”
“He joined in once when Jason and I came back here. Over time he took over and things got weird. He threatened to make my life miserable.”
“Jesus, Mom, I can’t believe… Wait, how did Jake get involved?”
Betty was stunned for a moment before she shook her head angrily. “You saw, didn’t you? Adam brought them here.”
“Yeah, we saw the recording. We’ll take care of it.” She paused, giving a long look to her brother before turning back. “What do you mean ‘things got weird?’
“Adam put things in me.”
“Why would you let him do that?!”
“It was kind of nice at first, but he went too far.” She cast her eyes to her pregnant belly. “I miss it a little bit, but I knew it had to stop. He was getting too rough.”
“What kind of things?” Jack asked.
“Stuff from back here, fruits and vegetables. I made sure he cleaned them first.”

Karen saw the lopsided apple on the floor. She looked at the rod as she issued the command. “Mom, strip down and prepare your ass. Jack, wash a few of those smaller apples over there and take off your clothes too.” We’re going to have one more fling before we go. Nobody is back here now anyway. Karen locked the door before undressing. Once finished, Jack brought four cleaned fist-sized red apples to the prep table. You know what; I am going to try it too. Karen used some lotion and her fingers to stretch her backdoor.

Karen touched the command rod with her free hand. “Jack, put some lube on one of those apples and stick it in her ass.” Karen fit another finger into her rear as she spoke. “Mom, bend forward and take it.”

Betty bent down and grabbed her ankles. Her swollen belly hung low as her ass waited for the object. Jack pumped some lotion onto the fruit and slipped it between her cheeks. He held her hip as he pushed it deeper with his thumb. He wiggled his hand as it slowly disappeared into her ass. Betty clenched her eyes as the pain started. She struggled, begging him to go slower. Jack didn’t seem to care, as he paused to build up strength and popped the object into his mom’s ass.

Betty howled, jumping forward, trotting around the room with her hand over her ass, her stomach bouncing heavily with each step. “Fuck! It was too fast! Ow, ow, ow!”

She can take more. “Put another in her, Jack.”
Her brother grabbed another apple and slathered some lubricant over the top before walking up to his still recovering mother. She must not have been listening, as he acted as if he may hug her, but instead he forced a second apple into her filled ass. She tried to escape once she realized what was about to happen, but he held her firmly. She did not seem to be as pained by this one, but Karen could see it was still put in too quickly. She groaned, holding him close as she recovered.

Jack was excited from the beginning, but now his cock rubbed against her legs, obscured by her tummy. She pushed his chest, pulling free from his hold. “No, we are not doing that anymore, Jack!”

“Fine,” Karen interrupted, “you just sit over there then and wait for us to finish. Keep those in, though.” In agony, Betty shuffled to the office chair and carefully sat down. She put her hands upon her belly as she waited, watching with a strained expression.

Karen was able to fit all five fingers in her ass at this point. “Jack… put them in me now.” Karen commanded, turning to rest her belly upon the large wooden table as she leaned forward. Jack generously lubricated an apple and pushed it between her slippery ass cheeks. Her butt spread wide and a sudden pain came, mixing with her excitement. I can do this! Mom liked it, so the pain must be part of the fun! The apple pushed her apart even more before hitting the widest section. She reached down and pressed hard upon her clit, lessening the torment as the fruit slid into her hungry asshole.

She bucked, shaking the table as it moved into her bowels. Gasping and whimpering, she realized that she may had gone too far. Those hurt so much more than I thought! Jack pressed her forward, keeping her against the table as he used one hand to prepare the second apple. Oh, no, I have to stop him! I can’t… To her horror, she heard the clank of metal. The rod rolled off the table! She fought, trying to fight her brother away, but he had already hit the mark. He forced the apple in, pressing the other one farther into her guts. She whined as he held it in place, forcing her ass to retain the large objects.

She felt a warm appendage against her inner thigh. Jack popped his finger free only to replace it with his cock. “No, Jack, please!”
“I’ll be quick.” He pushed inside, finding a small nook beside the apples. He pressed in to the hilt, moving with slow strokes. I feel sick! Why the hell would I do this? She looked to Betty. Her nude, pregnant mother sat in the chair, upright with her jaw clenched. How is she able to take this?! Karen lamented.

Jack went faster. “Uhh, no, please stop, Jack. It’s too much!” Her brother ignored her pleas. He pumped her for a few seconds before she felt added warmth in her ass. His cock tensed as he filled her, each time pushing the apples upward painfully. He pulled out and she lazily stood upright. It hurts so much! She put a hand under her belly, unintentionally grazing her dripping pussy. The pain lessened for a moment and she knew what she had to do. I’m going to make this work. No going back now! She pushed a finger in her pussy and rubbed vigorously. Her whole body quaked, shaking the table as she hit climax.

It came and went faster than she liked, and the pain was back two-fold. She trotted to the garbage can and popped both apples out in quick succession. Jack, meanwhile, grabbed the command rod and brought it to her. She took it, shaking as she started cleaning herself up. “Mom, you can empty now. Jack, help clean us up.” I wish I could be in Ashley’s place right now. Karen groaned as she rubbed her belly. I don’t know why I thought that would be a good idea.

Women’s Equality Day

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It had been months since she’d been abused by her mother and her so-called friend. Vanessa was pregnant; her stomach had grown out to a notable bump. She had gained weight, feeling tired and unmotivated. Her butt had become springy and her breasts swollen. She had frequent mood swings now, but she lived by herself and recently took time away from work. That had been a hard conversation with her boss, but he didn’t ask many questions, he just assumed that she had a one night stand that ended in a child. It was kind of true, she guessed. Money wasn’t a problem now, but she regretted ever having it. She mostly watched television and only went out to buy food or clothes. She had completely changed her wardrobe now, nothing from before fit anymore.

Her phone vibrated. “Come to the house, Laura is here for you to use. Don’t play nice.” She was hesitant, but she already knew what this captor was capable of and she wanted revenge. She locked up and headed to the place she hoped to never see again. She went inside warily. Laura was lying on her back in the middle of the floor wearing nothing except a blindfold and pair of vinyl shorts. Her stomach was huge, as were her breasts; they rested on either side, laden with milk. Her arms were handcuffed to the leg of the sofa. Vanessa hoped she would never get that large, she looked like a whale.

Laura lifted her head. “Who is there?”
“You bitch; I’m going to have triplets because of you.”
“Vanessa? I didn’t have a… choice, he made me! He was pumping me full of fertility drugs too.”
“I don’t care; you did this to me, not him!”
She saw an unmarked envelope on the table. Inside it read: ‘Vanessa, don’t injure her, but she’s yours to make feel all of the pain she’s caused you and her daughters. Some implements are available in the kitchen.’ Vanessa dropped the note and went to find what the note mentioned. She found a box filled with random items. She brought it out and placed it near Laura. Vanessa unfastened the vinyl shorts and slid them off. Her vagina was moist already. She lifted the couch slightly to free the handcuffs and rolled the burdened woman onto her stomach.

There was a plug in her backside; Vanessa pulled it out. “No, don’t!” Laura squirmed as something started to come out. Golf balls shot onto the floor. Laura couldn’t hold them without the plug.
“You had five in there?”
“No,” she panted, “he put six in there. The last one won’t come out!”
“Well, that’s too bad.” Vanessa rolled the remarkably clean balls away and reached into the box and brought out a baseball. She also grabbed a bottle of lube, which she used on the ball and her victim’s ass. Laura squirmed as she prepared her for the object and without warning she brought it up and pressed it in as hard as she could. The ball disappeared into Laura’s asshole with a pop. She bucked and squealed, but she was unable to push the ball back out. Laura eventually calmed down as the pain subsided. Vanessa rubbed her gently and she orgasmed after a minute. She attempted to push the ball out, but it was fruitless. Vanessa rubbed her all over, attempting to calm her. Laura gave up after a few tries.

Vanessa looked to the box again; she searched for a moment before pulling out a small deflated ball and the attached handheld pump. She used the lubricant on Laura’s womanhood, using a few fingers to stretch her.
“No, I can’t take any more! Get the ball out of my ass, please!”
Using more lube, she worked the ball carefully Into Laura’s vagina. Her victim struggled. Vanessa slapped her inner thigh hard. “Stop fighting me right now or I will make this worse, you shit!” Laura whimpered, but didn’t struggle.

Once the ball was fully inside she began to pump slowly. Laura groaned as it grew in her, each pump causing her to shake from side to side. Vanessa made sure to prolong this torment, each time drawing the plunger in and out slowly. She pumped about 14 times and then yanked on the pump, leaving the ball inside.

“Oh my god, get it out!”
“Good luck with that, you whore. You look pretty damn full now. Think of this as practice for popping out all those fucking kids.” Laura started to cry as she tried in vain to push the objects out of her. “I didn’t even want god damned kids. You ruined my body and left me to have a bunch of obnoxious, snot nosed bastard children! You deserve this!” Vanessa fumed.
“I didn’t want to, he made me!” She was sobbing now.
“Who the fuck is he? You better fucking tell me or I’ll ram more things into you!”
“He-he just sends me texts!”
“Who the fuck did this to you, then?”
“He made me blindfold myself before he came.”

Vanessa breathed deeply. She left Laura to look through the rooms, searching for some sort of clue. Laura was bawling, but she didn’t care. Upstairs she found a closet that contained Laura’s clothes and found her phone in the pocket. She skimmed the messages: most were between her and her children. The texts from her son, Aaron, were kind of creepy, but nothing important. She searched the other pockets and found another phone. She opened the first sent message: “Come to the house, Laura is here for you to use. Don’t play nice.” Her heart skipped a beat.

She continued reading. Texts had been sent to Maggie, Emma, Aaron, and her. She could only imagine the horrible things that had been happening to them over the year. She noticed none had been sent to Laura. She must be helping him more than Vanessa knew. She put the phone in her pocket and went back downstairs. Laura laid there, the balls still hidden in her orifices. “You fucking bitch, you were working with him all along!”
“No, I wasn’t!” She whimpered.
“Don’t lie to me, I found the phone!”
“What phone? I don’t know what you’re walking about!”
Vanessa removed her blindfold and held up the phone. “This one, you whore!”
“I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about; it’s not mine, I swear!”
Vanessa clenched her teeth and threw the phone onto the floor; she looked into the box. She brought out a mini can of soda, showing it to Laura. “Tell me the truth!”
Laura rolled into the fetal position as much as she could. “I don’t know!” She continued sobbing.
Vanessa breathed deeply and spread her cheeks as she lied there. She used a generous amount of lubrication and pressed the can against her fairly loose hole. Once she got it started it went in easily. She had to force the final part in, as it pushed against the baseball. Laura didn’t move much as she pressed it in, she simply wailed in grief.

“Tell me or I will just keep putting things into you, you whore! Eventually it will hit the babies and I bet that won’t be good for them, will it?”
She looked at Vanessa, tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t do that! I promise you, I don’t know w-whose phone that is, he must have put it there. I just know that a man has been doing this! I promise!”

Vanessa knew this was going nowhere. She didn’t believe her, but she didn’t want to hurt the children. She decided to help her remove the objects. Using her fingers, she spread Laura, trying to coax the ball out of her pussy. Her victim moaned and groaned each time she pushed. Vanessa tried spreading her butt instead, trying to open it enough for the can to move through. It took a moment of maneuvering until the can slid out and rolled on the floor. She set it aside and attempted to guide the baseball to the opening. She could feel it was pressed in farther due to the inflated ball in her vagina. After a fruitless attempt she put a few more fingers in and finally her thumb. Laura whined as her knuckles broke the threshold. Vanessa moved her hand carefully, feeling the slippery ball move as she tried to grab it.

“No, stop! It’s pushing them deeper! Please, please stop!”
“I have to get it out, just bear with me!”
Her hand was in up to her wrist. Vanessa slid her fingertips around the ball and pulled slowly. She felt the inflated ball in her vagina pressing upon the top of her hand. She used her knuckles to slide the baseball past it. She cautiously began to extract it, but just before it was halfway through Laura moved and it popped back in. She yelped and jerked away.

“Try pushing now.” Vanessa used two fingers to spread her asshole.
Laura cried as she pushed. Vanessa could see the ball moving forward, trying to move past her fingers, which held the hole apart. She pushed again and the wet baseball made a thump upon the floor. Laura panted heavily as she bawled.
“Good job, now the bigger one should come right out!”
Vanessa allowed her some time to recover. Her breasts and belly shook as she wept quietly. Vanessa felt bad, but then she remembered that this whole situation wouldn’t be happening if it hadn’t been for Laura. “Toughen up. I’m going to push a bunch of little bastards out of me because of you! I should just leave that one in there, you bitch!” Vanessa started to stand; Laura screamed, “Please don’t leave me, help me get this out, I’m begging you!”

Vanessa lowered herself again, wondering if she actually could coax it out. “Fine.” She pressed her fingers into her moist loins. She felt the ball, but couldn’t get her fingers around it. She brought her fingers to the edges and used both hands to spread Laura. She pulled as much as she could and ignored Laura’s whimpering. “Push!” The ball was visible, moving closer and closer. Then, suddenly, it came through and hit Vanessa’s belly. Laura bucked and wailed, grabbing her crotch. There was a large gooey spot in the center of Vanessa’s shirt now.

She went to the bathroom to wash it off. Removing her soiled shirt, she looked into the mirror. She had fallen so far; she used to be fit and muscular, now she was huge. She tried to focus on scrubbing her shirt, knowing her body would never be the same after the children. All of this happened because of that fucked up family! She left her shirt to dry.

She came back out to see her victim still lying there, too weak to move. A man knelt over her, holding her hand, looking horrified. He gave Vanessa a venomous look. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m her son!”
“Sh-she is the one doing this! I found her phone – it proves it!”
He rushed toward her and grabbed her before she could react. She tried to fight, but she wasn’t strong enough. He walked her into the bathroom and shut the door. “I know. I figured it out a few months ago. She doesn’t realize it, though.” He sat her on the closed toilet.
“What?”
“She has a dissociative identity disorder.” He paused, realizing she didn’t know what that meant. “A split personality. I read about it online. Every month Carl comes out.”
Vanessa’s mind swirled. “Carl?”
That’s what she calls herself when she’s like that. It’s our dad’s name. He was killed in a car accident; mom was depressed for a year straight because of it. Then, for some reason, she started getting better. We didn’t question why she would go out some evenings and not come back until the next day. So, about two more years passed; then mom started getting into arguments with Emma. My sister and I both moved out eventually and things seemed to be going okay, we talked about once a week. Then out of the blue my mom showed up on Valentine’s Day.

“What did she do to you?”
“S-she used me to get her pregnant.” He lowered his head, sighing. “I accepted it after a while and eventually I moved back home.”
“She raped you and you moved back in with her to raise bastard children?”
Aaron slapped her. “She isn’t well. I have to help her. Laura needs to play out sexual fantasies. Carl organizes them for her. I figured out the truth and I decided to help just before Easter.“

“How the fuck did forcing your sister to shove eggs up my ass and having me hop around town help her? How did allowing me to get raped and have bastard children help her?” She was trembling with anger.
“She was watching then. She needs these unique situations or she will snap. I had to step in to stop you on April Fool’s Day even though I knew that might not be the best for her.”
“Snap?! Best for her?! What the fuck is wrong with you? She should be in an asylum!”
“You’re one to talk. You enjoy torturing people. Just look what you did to her!”
“Fuck you; I’m not your mother!”
He slapped her again. “I didn’t see you returning the money.”
“You sick motherfucker!”
He slapped her harder this time. “You enjoy tormenting people. You like to see people suffer – time for payback.” He lifted her and nudged her into the living room. She struggled. “Stop fighting or I will start punching you in the stomach.” She stopped, giving a dangerous glare. “See, you do want those kids. Just accept what we do and everything will be alright.” He helped her remove her pants.

Laura’s eyes opened as she lied there. “Hi, baby.” It was barely louder than a whisper.
“I love you, mom.” Aaron moved Vanessa into the room and brought her down to her hands and knees. “Now, Vanessa, I’m just going to put two things in you and then you will be even, okay? You can pick if you’d like. We can help you if you help us. He will do something terrible if we don’t do this.”

She started to protest, but she knew it was pointless. Vanessa looked to Laura, lying broken, but still smiling. This was just her sick, twisted way of coping. She had lost the man who loved her and embraced her fetishes; this was her mind’s way to get release. Aaron knew all of this and loved her anyway. Vanessa knew they would help her; all she had to do was play along and endure their torture. She needed their support, there was no alternative. She sighed sadly, “Just pick something.”

Aaron grabbed the inflatable ball that she had used on Laura earlier. He let the air out and used some lube on her butt. She tried to relax, “Prepare me a little first.” He put a finger in and worked it around, followed by a second digit. “Put more in, I don’t want it to get stuck in there.” Shortly he had all of his fingers in her. He spent a few minutes loosening her, pressing in and out. She waited complacently. He slid the deflated ball into her ass. He began pumping; she felt the pressure growing as he inflated it quickly. She lost track after the 18th pump. “Stop, please!” He pulled the tube out, leaving the obstruction in her. She whimpered, unable to do anything about it.

She looked back to see him holding a small aluminum baseball bat. “No way, I can’t take that!”
“This will help loosen you so that can come out. It won’t be so bad.”
She sighed. “Fuck. Just do it.” He pressed the larger end into her, turning it slowly. Gasping, she felt a pop. It slid in and pressed the ball deeper. She clenched her eyes and balled her fists upon the floor. “Fuck, it hurts so much!”
“Now you know how she feels.” He sped up, pounding her ass with the bat. She was crying, just wishing it would end soon. Then there was a sharp pain as she felt the ball inside her break. She jumped forward, crumpling onto the floor bawling. She felt hollow, unable to think straight. He knelt next to her, rubbing her back. Tears blurred her vision. She truly felt broken.
Aaron look mortified, “I am so sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen!”
“Oh fuck, that hurt so much.” She mumbled. He rubbed her shoulder, trying to comfort her. After a couple of minutes her crying tapered.
“You all right? That was a cheap ball, I’m sorry.”
“Well it’s not meant to be rammed into someone.”
“Well, next time I can get a metal ball and a ramrod and pack your ass like a cannon.”
She smiled, in spite of everything. She knew it made no sense, but she kind of liked him. She noticed the bulge in his pants; irrationally, she reached out and rubbed it. She turned over and pulled his belt. There was a moment of uncertainty as he looked into her eyes. He unzipped his pants and moved himself closer. They lay side by side as he entered her. Her ass was incredibly sore, but she tried to ignore it as he slid into her moist vagina. He held her close as he pressed in and out. Her baby bump nestled between them. She tightened around his cock, which caused him to pulse inside of her. She watched his face as she felt the warmth shooting inside.

She hugged him tightly, looking over his shoulder to see Laura, still lying as she had been, watching them with a tired smile. They were crazy, but her life was changing and there was no turning back now. Vanessa closed her eyes and focused on the strong man enveloping her. He could support her and she needed that now more than ever. For a fleeting moment she felt loved and she didn’t want to think about anything else.