"I mean -- against their will?" Dr. Carte says. She's in your living room with you, sipping a tumbler of whiskey of course. Rose and Vivian are asleep, happily oblivious, in Rose's bedroom. "That's rape, right? What you're suggesting is rape."
"They like being raped," Whitney says.
She marvels at her daughter.
"It's kinda their thing," you confirm. "I mean -- Vivian for certain. But you know that already."
Dr. Carte demurs.
"And as for Rose," you continue, "well... she doesn't really care which direction it's running as long as someone says no."
"Just remember - it's not rape if they like it!" Whitney says, holding an index finger up.
"You two must be crazy. Couldn't we just, I don't know... prank them?"
"Sure we can," Whitney says. "We'll prank 'em full of cum!"
"Rose has a safe word she can use," you offer.
"Really?" Dr. Carte says. "I didn't take you two for people capable of playing nice together."
"There were some... unfortunate events..." you say. "Look, anyway, she'll say 'tenderness' if she doesn't like it."
"What about Vivian?"
"She, uh, thinks a safe word makes things 'less enjoyable' -- her words. We'll have to play that one by ear."
Dr. Carte still seems uncertain, so Whitney walks around the recliner she's sitting in and rubs her shoulders. It would be a chaste bit of daughterly contact, if not for what you're all discussing. "Come on, Mommy... don't you wanna plaaa-aaay?"
"Why do you continue to think calling me 'Mommy' in that fake-innocent voice of yours will always convince me to let you have your way?"
"Because it will~"
She leans around Dr. Carte and kisses her, full on the lips. You probably won't ever get sick of seeing that. It begins as a peck and quickly turns into something much more, and you'd love to let them continue, but you want to keep their energy pent up for better things. You clear your throat.
"R-right," Dr. Carte says.
"Right," Whitney repeats. "Let's go rape a couple bitches."
---
You and Whitney have done this enough times to be old hands at it. You flip the lightswitch on Rose's wall, and then you two are immediately on top of the bed. You sit over Rose and Vivian, pinning them firmly in place before they even awaken. Whitney takes care of Vivian and you take care of Rose. Dr. Carte seems hardly able to believe her eyes.
"Wh-what the fuck!" Rose squeaks. "What are you doing?"
Taking her wrists and pushing them together and holding them in one strong hand, you use your other to cover her mouth and muffle her whiny protests. "Shut the fuck up, cunt."
Her eyes go wide, registering the hunger in yours. And as she becomes fully conscious again, she understands perfectly well what this is all about.
"Unhand me at once," Vivian insists. "This is outrageous. I did not consent to this."
"For crimes against quiz bowl dorks everywhere," Whitney says, "I hereby sentence both of you to two hours' hard rape! Gavel gavel gavel."
"You can't just say gavel gavel gavel to imitate a gavel," you tell Whitney, glancing over.
"Well what the fuck sound should I make, then?"
"Bang bang bang?" Dr. Carte offers.
"That's a gun, ma."
"Doink doink?" You say. "Like on Law and Order."
"Yeah, sure. That really sets the mood. Doink doink. Great thinking, Ally, you fucking dweeb."
"Oh, and THIS sets the mood?" You counter.
Underneath you, Rose wiggles impatiently. There's anger and frustration in her eyes. Right -- enough of this bickering, on to the festivities.
You and Whitney force your victims to a sitting position. As they rise to their butts on the mattress, they catch sight of Dr. Carte for the first time. And the fact that she's naked, wearing a strap-on dildo. It's a model both girls are intimately familiar with, one of Whitney's staples -- it has a hand-pump that allows the wearer to squirt a cunt full of warm lotion. Whitney herself is too horned-up to play the man tonight. In her own words, she wants to get her pussy sucked.
"Ms. Carte," Vivian pleads, adopting a pitiful tack, "cease this behavior. If you wish to make love, then perhaps later, but --"
But Whitney is wise to this game. She reaches down and tugs Vivian's legs apart. Vivian is wearing only a thin nightie, and when Whitney flips the hem of it over Vivian's waist, you can all see that she's been going nopan. And that little cuntlet of hers, like always, is glistening with arousal.
Dr. Carte notices. "You're wet..." she says.
Vivian murmurs and looks away. Her cheeks blush deeply.
"Of course she's wet," Whitney says. "She's a little slut. Why else would she go to bed without panties? She wanted us to come and fuck her, that's why."
"Mmmf mmmf, mm ff mmm fmfmm--" Rose is trying to say something but you can't understand her with your hand still over her lips.
"What's that?" you say. "I can't quite hear you."
She tries again, obviously a threat or a curse of some kind, and struggles against you. But no use.
"Speak up, please. Is there a problem?"
She just keeps going and going as if you'll understand or care what she's ranting about, the darling.
"What do you think, Mommy?" Whitney asks. "Which of these whores do you want to use?"
"Whores..." Dr. Carte says, absentmindedly holding the dildo strapped to her and tugging on it as if it were real. The idea of sexually dominating someone seems alluring to her, but it's all so new to her, too. You decide to help her along her path to degeneracy, while at the same time conveniently shutting down Rose's annoying complaining. You slip your boxers off, get Rose on her back again, and straddle her head. Your balls sag down against her forehead as as you present your pulsing dick to her lips. A dollop of precum drools from your the mushroom cap of your prick, down the length of your shaft a small distance, and plops on her nose.
"Suck me," you tell her. You remove the hand covering her mouth.
But instead of obeying, she says through a gasp of fresh air: "FUCK you. You worthless fucking PIG, you cocksucking needle-dick faggot, you--"
You slap her, four or five times, and these are really vicious, no-holds-barred blows, too. She has to be reminded of her place from time to time, especially when she gets mouthy.
You can see the imprint of your hand on her cheek where you hit her. You enjoy the way she recoils each time. The meaty thwacking of your palm against her face reverberates off the walls, and if it's half as painful as it sounds, you know she's in agony. Exactly as she should be. You dick twitches at the thought and drools more of its slime on her. With her mouth hanging open in pain, you have your opportunity, and take it. Now Rose's vulgar little mouth is stuffed full of the dick she can never admit she loves.
"I like the way you think, Ally. I wanna beat Viv up a little, too."
"W-what?" Vivian says. "I-- did nothing to deserve such ill treatm--"
But Whitney is already slapping her. It's a nice sight to go alongside your cock sliding brutally down Rose's esophagus. Whitney gets a little crazed and goes overboard, in moments like these. As she beats on her little sister's face, she demands: "Admit it! Admit you're a cunt who wants to get raped!"
The abuse makes Vivian pliant in seconds flat. "I- I am--" WHACK "A c-cunt!" WHACK "I am a cunt who, w-who wants to get raped!" WHACK "I am... I am... I am nothing but a s-stupid little cunt!" WHACK "I am a slutty, stupid little cunt--" WHACK "Please rape me!!"
Vivian has learned well the words that please Whitney. And Whitney, hearing this confession, relents. When she does, Vivian's face is already badly bruised -- and she's sitting in a puddle of wetness.
Dr. Carte's eyes are shimmering with unconcealed lust now. She's looking more at Rose, though -- the way you pump in and out of her tight gullet, eliciting slick, rhythmic sloshing noises. Drool from the back of her throat sluices over your prick. It's hot and viscous and slimy, and it really gets you off. You can feel the pleasure coursing all the way down your shaft, to your balls, and down to the soles of your feet. Rose has her hands balled up against her chest, and she begins to paw her own cowtits through her negligee while you fuck her face. It's exactly as you said, Rose and Vivian live for being violated.
"I think your mom decided which one she wants to try," you tell Whitney. You ask Dr. Carte: "Wanna help use this cumdump?"
"Yes..." she says airily, "I think I'll take you up on that offer, Alabaster..."
Dr. Carte climbs onto the bed now. You lift Rose off your cock just long enough for her to turn over and get into a doggy position. Fucking her mouth like this feels especially nice because her tongue is against the extra-sensitive underside of your foreskin. And Rose, such a well-trained fuckpig, flicks her tongue back and forth against it in sync to your thrusts. Even when you rape her, this cunt does her best to get you off. She doesn't have to do any work at all in this situation, but she does so anyway, she sucks on you. She can't help herself. She's all stupid for your dick.
Whitney watches her mom preparing to mount Rose. It's the kind of spectacle she wants to experience while being eaten out. So she leans against the headboard and gets her legs wide apart and grabs Vivian by the hair. She tugs the little girl violently into her crotch now. "Lick my pussy and don't stop until I'm done cumming on you," is her instruction. Vivian wastes no time and begins to lap at Whitney's cunt.
Dr. Carte holds Rose by the hips and gets herself stuck in. She stares down at Rose's healthy body, the plump butt and fleshy torso. Dr. Carte has got the same lesbian tendencies as her daughter, you figure. She definitely likes what she's seeing underneath her.
"This is fun," Dr. Carte purrs, ramming the dick home a few times for effect. "I could really get used to doing this."
"Hear that, bitch?" You tell Rose with deep strokes of your own against her sloppy, lapping tongue. "You've got a new friend who likes raping you."
Rose's shudder might signal shame or pleasure, but probably both.
"I love watching you, Mommy," Whitney moans. She's got her ankles locked around Vivian's head and she's humping her pussy against Vivian's face -- totally hands free. That gives her the ability to reach forward and interlink fingers with Dr. Carte. Mother and daughter hold hands lovingly as they each rape a different girl.
Whitney begins to cum like that, bucking her hips against Vivian and squirting all over. Vivian, starved for air and growing weak because of it, services her older sister all the same. She even puts a couple tiny fingers in Whitney's asshole to heighten the orgasm. "Yes!!" Whitney screams as Vivian swirls her fingers around the lower hole and works her tongue against Whitney's clit. "Just like that! Finger big sister's asshole! Drink my fucking cum!"
At some point Dr. Carte dispensed with her top, and you enjoy the way her massive tits ripple with every forceful thrust. She hugs herself, shivering, and seems obviously overwhelmed by the stimuli she's getting.
"Cum inside her," you say. "It's what she likes best."
"Oooh..." Dr. Carte mewls. "That sounds wonderful."
She takes the pump in hand and starts squeezing it. You can hear the wet, vacuous noises of the warmed-over cream traveling through the ersatz cock's interior and then spurting with a deep echo into Rose's cunt. But Dr. Carte isn't pleased with just this. She punctuates every spurt of cum with a hard slap against Rose's ass that makes Rose's throat clamp down on your dick.
You gulp. "You're gonna make me blow, too," you tell Dr. Carte. "Every time you hit her... her throat gets tighter..."
"Is that so?" Dr. Carte says. "Then here."
She gives Rose a barrage of spanks, both hands, and she spares no mercy. Her fingernails leave deep scratches and her palms raise ugly welts on Rose's backside. Rose is making some kind of noise, a gurgle from deep down in her larynx that probably wouldn't be words even if she could speak. She's just moaning senselessly against your cock while she gets fucked from both sides.
It's enough to make you climax -- you hold Rose by the ears and gag her on your cumming dick. But you only blast a time or two into the warm confines of her mouth before pulling out and finishing all over her face. You know Rose lives for eating your cum, and this is punishment, so you'll deny her the enjoyment. Besides, she looks a lot prettier painted with semen. You jerk your spurting cock and fire thick ropes of pearl-white seed all over her red, sweaty, slimy features.
Dr. Carte fills Rose's pussy so full with fake cum that the greasy lotion seeps out and begins to slide lewdly onto the sheets, staining them. She doesn't seem to care. And seeing you jizz on Rose's face makes her want to join the fun too. She pulls out of Rose, letting a torrential stream of lotion come pouring out like water from an unplugged dam. She then roughly turns Rose onto her back, and finishes emptying the dildo on Rose's stomach. The stuff ruins Rose's expensive pajamas and leaves her looking like a used-up whore, a piece of garbage, a dirty cum-rag.
Whitney runs a hand over Rose's face and scoops up your sperm, then sucks on her fingers like a lollipop. Vivian, in turn, sucks a few more orgasms out of Whitney's cunt. This is Whitney's favorite thing, enjoying the flavor of your cock milk while cumming on a bitch-pig. Even if that bitch-pig is her own sister.
When you three rapists are spent and sated, you give the instruction to your defeated prey to clean everything -- with their mouths. The two broken rape-toys can't do anything but comply. Stomach to stomach, they lick each other's faces, hungrily sucking down the remnants of your cum. They swap it back and forth, enjoying the flavor, lost to the concept of dignity. Then, on hands and knees with their naked asses raised up high for your amusement, they hoover up the sloppy mess from the bed sheets. Their mouths are nothing but holes to drink up anything you tell them to.
"So," you prompt, "did you have fun, Dr. Carte?"
Dr. Carte answers by removing the strap-on and forcing Vivian to lock legs with her. Cunt to cunt, Dr. Carte humps Vivian and gets herself off. Bemused, you watch this much older and much larger woman scissor with a girl who looks barely more than a child. And Vivian, orgasming just as hard, her messy face a sweet mask of pleasure, lets Dr. Carte take her.