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 "Raped!" Chapters One to Nine in series

   (Mf, Mff, Mffffff,impregnation, preg, NC, bond, oral, abduct, polygamy)

   (c) 2002 & 2003 by Christie csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk

   Permission to repost this story in the free section of a website is
granted under the condition that the author and her e-mail address be
posted for feedback.

   This is a story with disturbing elements and is purely a fantasy.  If
you don't like it or are offended by such material, then why the hell are
you reading it?

   That said, here's the story:

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

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

   * * *

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

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

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

   I never realized that I had someone stalking me.

   * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

   * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

   * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   His eyes were inches from my own.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "unnnhhhh!"

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

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

   "Don't go."

   He slowly turned around.

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

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

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

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

   Ashley looked at me and I nodded.

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

   * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   He laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

   "Your turn."

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

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

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

   "Uhnnnf!"

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

   I didn't care.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I went to the door and opened it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ~ ~ ~

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

for me to step up to the plate and do the right thing for a change."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "So what's my surprise?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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