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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Lavender Morning by QuidProQuo (brewski@gmx.us) *** A rich society lawyer and her spoiled daughter are abducted by her ex-husband, and find the sins of their past have come back to haunt them in life-changing ways – accompanied by the scent of Lavender Morning perfume. (MF, mF, mf-teens, underage, inc, nc, tg, bd, preg) *** Part 1 At 35, Patricia Owens VanBuskirk was a rich and powerful woman whose family came from old money. She stood 6 feet tall, with blonde hair done in a short bob style. Her large breasts and trim body, even after two kids, reflected regular exercise at the exclusive Golden Oaks Country Club. A partner in a law firm, she was on her third husband, Federal Judge Harold VanBuskirk. She had two children; Tiffany Warner, her 16-year-old daughter from her second marriage to US Senator Lawrence Warner, and Evan Jacobs, her 17-year- old son from her first unfortunate marriage to Steve Jacobs, the Owens family chauffeur. Tiffany was intelligent, tall and athletic, large breasted like her mother. All her life she had been adored and well cared for by her doting mother. In contrast, Evan was small for his age and timid, his quiet personality reflecting his low confidence, poor self-esteem and his mother's emotional neglect. Although she knew she should have loved him, Patty had never emotionally bonded with Evan. He was a hindrance to her lifestyle. At 17, Patty would never have married Steve Jacobs had she not gotten pregnant with Evan, but she and her family were very religious so abortion was out of the question. Once Evan was born legitimately, Patty's father had the marriage annulled and Steve was paid off to sign over custody rights and disappear. While nannies cared for Evan, Patty went on to college and law school, passed the bar and got remarried. However, her resentment towards Steve for knocking her up manifested itself in her treatment of Evan; over the years Patty had grown to despise him. She was constantly ridiculing, denigrating, and belittling him. Following her mother's example, Evan's baby sister Tiffany treated him the same way almost as soon as she was old enough to talk. By the time she was ten she was taller and stronger than her brother, and made a hobby of finding new and cruel ways to dominate and humiliate him. She would steal his clothes and towels while he was in the shower, forcing him to search through the house dripping and naked to find them. She would sometimes tie him up to his bed and tickle torture him, then straddle him and hump against his hardness until he had a sticky mess in his underwear. The day she forced him to wear panties and a dress and masturbate in front of her best friend Ally while they ridiculed him was the worst of his life. He never said a word about it to his mother; he suspected she would probably just laugh, or worse, make him do it again. Evan's life was miserable until his 12th birthday. As a birthday gift, Patty asked one of the gardeners to take him to a baseball game. During the 7th inning stretch when Evan went to get a hot dog, he was abducted from the park by his father. It was actually a relief to Patty when she got the voicemail from Steve telling her he was taking his son back. She didn't even report the abduction to the police, she was so glad to be rid of him. Part 2 It was a brisk overcast day when Patty and Tiffany walked out of the Galleria Mall after doing some high- priced Christmas shopping, their arms full of packages. Their black stretch limo, however, was nowhere to be seen, and Mr. Singh was not answering his cellphone. Just then a white stretch limo pulled up, the trunk popped open, and a driver Patty didn't know jumped out. He wore a black suit, white shirt and black tie like all the limo drivers did, but was also wearing large-lensed mirror sunglasses, which Patty thought odd given it was an overcast day. "Good afternoon, Mrs. VanBuskirk, Miss Tiffany," he said cheerfully. "I'm Stefan, and I'll be your driver on the way home today. Your regular driver Mr. Singh got sick and went home. He thinks he's coming down with the flu and did not want you ladies to become ill," he declared, taking their packages and loading them in the trunk. (In fact, Mr. Singh was not ill at all, at that moment he was 62 miles away receiving a lap dance and getting free drinks at the Golden Pony Gentlemen's Club courtesy of a VIP guest pass and $2000 in cash given to him by his new employer, Heavenly Rides Limo Services.) There was something familiar about Stefan's voice, but Patty couldn't place it. However, he seemed legitimate since he knew their names and that their regular driver was Mr. Singh. He opened the limo door for them, and they slipped inside. Patty noticed this limo was a lot more luxurious than the one Mr. Singh usually drove, with a white leather interior and beautiful gold trim. As the limo pulled away from the curb, the partition between the cabin and the driver's area lowered. "I have a little gift, ladies," Stefan called over his shoulder, "to make up for any inconvenience caused by Mr. Singh's illness." The partition raised to a closed position, and a panel opened on the sideboard, revealing an expensive bottle of champagne and two glasses. Stefan's voice came over the intercom, "Drink up, ladies!" Giggling, Tiffany quickly popped open the bottle and poured two glasses, handing one to her mother. "Now Tiffany," Patty chided, "you know you're not old enough to drink alcohol." Ignoring her mother totally, Tiffany quickly drained her glass and poured another. "Oh, mother, shut the fuck up. I know this brand, it costs about $800 a bottle. Alex's parents like to keep several bottles in the fridge, so when they're out of town we steal a bottle, go down to the marina and drink and fuck like minxes on their cabin cruiser. And we have this game where I pretend I'm fertile and beg Alex not to come inside me. He goes berserk and pumps me like an animal. Damn, it's good." Patty's expression darkened. "Don't joke about getting pregnant, Tiffany, ruining your life is not funny. You'd better make damn sure you don't miss taking your pill every day. I have big plans for you, and they do not include a loser's baby in your belly any time soon." Enjoying the fact she was getting under her mother's skin, Tiffany persisted. "How about you, Mom, do you and the judge ever get freaky? Do you ever dress up in his robes and throw the book at him?" Patty began to glower, as her daughter continued to taunt her. "In fact, I've always wondered, if all three exes were all waiting outside your bedroom and you had to choose just one, which husband would you fuck? Oooh, or maybe if my boyfriend were there, could we do a mother-daughter tag team? Alex thinks you're really hot, you know. Every time you speak to him he gets all weird, practically creams his jeans!" (Unbeknownst to Tiffany, out of sheer boredom Patty had seduced Alex just for a cheap thrill, but when it came down to it he was intimidated and couldn't perform. Ever since then he'd been mooning like a lovesick schoolboy when he was around her, and it was becoming tedious.) Patty's face turned red, and she reached across the seat and slapped her daughter. "DAMN it Tiffany, shut your little slut mouth!" Tiffany rubbed her cheek where her mother had struck her. Her mother was such a wimp it barely stung, and she laughed. "Jesus, mother, take a Valium or something, chill out! Shit! You're such a prude sometimes!" Tiffany polished off her champagne, and poured herself a third glass. "Who I sleep with or have slept with is none of your business." Even as she spoke those words, Patty thought about her string of husbands. The Judge was a rich and powerful man but mediocre lover at best. Her second husband the politician had gotten her pregnant with Tiffany so he could tout 'family values', but his interests soon returned to his 20-year-old male Senate interns. Patty had to admit her first husband, Steve was a real lover. He was as poor as a church mouse, but had a whip-thin body, all of it muscle, and a 7" cock that she loved to wrap her pussy around. And he wasn't afraid to get kinky, which she found out she loved. Plus, in spite of the fact that she was knocked up and they HAD to get married, she could tell he was crazy in love with her. He was an unselfish lover, always made sure she had plenty of orgasms. When they split up, she was angry and resentful, yes, but months after it was over and she was in law school she still longed for that cock of his. She had even pondered hunting him down for some "sex with the ex", but dared not, as her parents would have disowned her for sure. Now, for the first time in years, she now found herself wondering what had become of him. Disgusted with her daughter and with horny thoughts of her ex on her mind, Patty finished her champagne and stared out the window. It was then she noticed the route they were taking was not the way home. In fact, it was the opposite direction. She tried to lower the driver partition, but found she was so weak she could barely lift her hand. Tiffany, in the meantime, was now slumped over and dead to the world. The anesthetic gas seeping out of the vents at their feet quickly rendered them both unconscious. Part 3 When she awoke, Patty and her daughter Tiffany lay facing away from each other on a bed in some kind of state room, naked, gagged and hogtied. Looking around, Patty guessed they were on some kind of corporate jet. The cabin door opened, and Patty's eyes got wide as her ex-husband Steve walked in carrying a riding crop. That's when she realized why the driver Stefan's voice was so familiar. It had actually been Steve behind those huge mirrored shades, but she hadn't talked to him in so long she didn't recognize it immediately! Following Steve was a pretty little girl in a yellow sundress and a pair of sandals on her tiny feet. On her shoulder was a large designer handbag. She looked to be in her mid-teens. Wearing just a hint of makeup, her delicate facial features looked a lot like Steve's. Patty suspected he may have remarried and had a daughter, but this girl would have been born about the time they were married. Her skin was pale and her long dark hair was parted in the middle, tied in a ponytail. Patty detected the faint scent of her favorite perfume, Lavender Morning. Under her cloth gag, Patty began to curse unintelligibly at her ex, struggling at her bonds as she did so. Steve quickly applied a few hard smacks with the riding crop on her tits and ass. This quieted her down, although her eyes glared in anger at him. "See, I told you she liked to be disciplined," he said to the girl. "We were meeting secretly in the hayloft above the riding stables, and just as a joke one time I smacked her ass with a crop. My god, this innocent girl suddenly went crazy, begging me to really spank her, so I did! And then before I had a chance to put on a condom, she was on her back with her legs spread, telling me she was a dirty girl and begging me to fuck her hard. And that's when the prim and proper debutant Miss Patricia Owens got knocked up, thus nearly soiling her reputation. A wedding was the only choice, although I'm sure tongues wagged and people at the Country Club were counting on their fingers when the baby was born." Patty's face blushed red. Tiffany's eyes were wide with shock. Steve smiled. "Yes, Tiffany, your mother was a beautiful little slut at your age. And then, getting pregnant really kicked her hormones in gear. For 9 months we were fucking almost constantly until about 30 minutes before she went into labor. And I was smitten by her, couldn't get enough of her. The happiest days of my life were those 15 months we were together." Steve paused, and his face darkened, staring at Patty. "For the first time in my life I was truly happy, crazy in love with my wife and child. Then my father- in-law stepped in between us. One day told me he wanted to talk about my future. Since he was this big- shot businessman, I looked up to and trusted him. Turns out that was a mistake." The pretty girl had taken a seat in the chair across from the bed. Patty and Tiffany were silent as well, a captive audience at 30,000 feet. Steve continued, waving the crop for emphasis every so often as he told his story. "Mr. Owens took me over to the Country Club, and we had a few drinks. Then he asked me what my career dream was. I told him I was saving up to run my own limo service. I'd call it Heavenly Rides, and my fleet would be mostly fuel-efficient 6-passenger limos mostly, with a couple of 10-passenger coaches for wedding parties. They'd be white with gold-colored interiors. I even had a slogan already, 'Heavenly Rides – When Angels Don't Feel Like Flying.' My company would specialize in weddings but also provide airport service during the week." "Mr. Owens said it sounded like the basis of a decent business plan, and that he could help make that dream come true for me. Said he could provide the seed capital as well as the business advisors to help me select the best city to maximize my profits." "I told him that would be great, but being in a different city that would mean Patty and Evan would have to move away from the family. I told him I wouldn't want that, as my wife was very close to him and her mother." "He reached across the table and shook my hand. He said 'Ray, I'm pleased that you care so much about my daughter and grandchild. It's obvious you're unselfish, a good man at heart. That's why I'm making this offer: I'll get your business running and cover all your first year expenses, in exchange for you agreeing to an annulment." "It hit me like a ton of bricks. An annulment? I loved Patty! And what about our son?" "Mr. Owens was all soothing, saying, 'Now, now, my boy, be realistic. Patty is used to a certain lifestyle that at your level you just can't give her. How long do you think she'll be happy living on your salary? Assuming you can even get a job, that is. I mean, I can hardly have you driving for me now, and the demand for personal chauffeurs these days is pretty low. Patty and Evan would have to go through a major life change. Her friends are all from extremely wealthy families, so as the wife of common laborer, she'd be an outcast. Patty doesn't like to live without her essentials; trust me, she would grow to resent you and make your life absolutely miserable. As for my grandson, I assure you he'll have the best of care and education, far better than being raised in poverty. Besides, my boy, a good-looking guy like you will have a new wife in no time.'" "I came close to punching him out when he said that last bit. I loved my wife, and I didn't want another one! Then he reached into his coat packet and pulled out the papers and says, 'Here are the papers you'll need to sign. Take a few days and think about it. Call me when you're ready.' As I picked up the papers and headed for the door, he called to me. 'Oh, and Ray, one more thing. If you choose to sign, I can make good things happen for you. If you choose not to sign, I will make sure you never work in this town again. It's your call.' I had no choice, Gregory Owens held all the cards. He could ruin just my life, or all of our lives. Two days later, to save them from misery, I signed my wife and son away. I've regretted it ever since." As he said this, tears ran down the face of the quiet girl in the chair "I left town and, true to his word, Mr. Owens gave me seed money and advisors. The business went well. Very well, indeed. In fact, I used my limo company to incubate several other small businesses in exchange for shares of stock options, some of which were quite successful. I became a major shareholder in over a dozen successful ventures, and a minority shareholder in two dozen more. "My net worth rose to the point where I was living off accrued interest. And that's when I took my son back. Sure, I could have gone to court to regain custody, but your father's legal team would have tried to drain me. Based on your reaction, which was non-existent, it looks like I took the correct path." Steve looked at his watch. "Ah, it seems we are close to landing. Ladies, we will continue this story later." He gestured to the pretty girl. She took a bottle of chloroform and some clean rags out of her designer handbag, and soaked the rags. He handed them to Steve, who promptly covered Tiffany's face and after a brief struggle she went limp. Patty thought she would be chloroformed as well, but instead Steve untied her ankles and her knees, retying one ankle to a D-ring on the side of the bed, leaving her other leg free. When he took off his pants and shorts and she saw his hard cock, it was obvious what was going to happen next. Steve put a blindfold on her, pulled her leg by the ankle straight up so her pussy lips were exposed, then plunged in. He fucked her roughly, grabbing and squeezing her large unrestrained tits as they flopped around. As he fucked his ex-wife he slapped her ass and pinched her nipples, plainly using her for his enjoyment alone. This was not the passionate fucking from her infatuated husband that Patty remembered. It was harsh to the point of cruel, totally without affection, simply using her as a dehumanized instrument of pleasure. Pulling and twisting her nipples, stopping only long enough to pull her hair, he whispered into her ear what a money whore she was, making disparaging remarks about her husband the judge's manhood. Although her pussy was wet, it was obvious her pleasure meant nothing to him. As he thrust into her, beneath the gag and blindfold she felt demeaned, humiliated, and powerless, and this made her hornier, thrusting back the little that the restraints allowed. As she felt her own climax rising, Steve pulled out, leaving her panting through flared nostrils. The cloth gag was removed, and she gasped huge lungfulls now. Feeling a cock at her lips, she obediently opened her mouth to take it in. It was smaller than Steve's, and lacking the tangy pussy juice flavor that would be on a freshly fucked cock. Oddly, her nose caught the scent of Lavender Morning again as she sucked. With her expert tongue the smaller cock came quickly, and Patty was able to swallow his load of cum fairly easily as she heard the tell-tale beep of a recording video camera. After pulling his cock out of her mouth, she felt the mystery man smear the wet spermy pole on her lips, cheeks, and chin. Then the chloroformed cloth was pressed to her mouth and nostrils, and she slipped back into darkness. Part 4 Patty awoke to find herself naked, gagged with a cloth, and strapped upright to a large free-standing X structure, her head on a padded rest at the intersection of the two arm uprights. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed at each point of the giant X, exposing her pussy. She heard a moan and crying. She turned her head to see her daughter Tiffany a few feet away, naked and sitting in a medical wheelchair with her wrists and ankles held firmly by restraints, a ball gag in her mouth. They were in an elegant room with plush carpeting, modern paintings on the wall and stylish leather furniture. There was a large fireplace with a warm fire going. A door opened and Steve walked in with the young girl, holding her hand as if she were a simple child. Steve wore a long white robe, while the girl was wearing an aqua blue skirt and white blouse; she was also wearing sheer white thigh-high stockings and blue high-heeled shoes. Once again Patty caught the scent of Lavender Morning perfume. The girl went over, kissed Tiffany's cheek and turned the hospital wheelchair to give her a clear view of her mother. At the same time Steve walked up to Patty's right side, squeezed her still sore tits, and began speaking in low tones. "Good morning, Patty, and welcome to our home in Switzerland. We are well outside the jurisdiction of US laws, but you are nonetheless perfectly safe. Although you and your father betrayed me and crushed my heart, I did love you unconditionally, and still kind of do. You won't be harmed, per se, just…uncomfortable." She heard a noise like a switch being flipped, and the X structure tilted from vertical to horizontal so she was now on her back. The young girl moved to stand on Patty's left side. Her soft hands began to gently caress the soft skin on Patty's belly and chest, her fingers tracing around the aureole of the older woman's nipples, then slipping down to explore the older woman's labia. Patty involuntarily moaned with pleasure, and finally realized the girl was the source of the perfume scent. Leaning over and looking into her eyes, Steve continued. "Let me explain where you are and why. This is an exclusive spa and medical clinic in Switzerland, not far from my estate in Gstaad. They specialize in sex reassignment procedures." "The first time I came here, it was because of Evan. After I liberated him from your loving care, he and I got to know each other and he told me his life's story. He had no father figure, and a cold unloving bitch of a mother. He badly craved her praise, but instead received constant criticisms and demeaning remarks. Even his own grandfather mocked his masculinity, the bastard. Worst of all, though, was his beloved baby sister who followed her mother's example, tormenting and humiliating him daily. By the time I reclaimed him Evan was full of self- loathing, and had even considered suicide. Thanks to your care, my dear ex-wife, my son was now an emotional train wreck. Ironically, his bullying sister accidentally taught him the only thing that gave him solace – being someone else by dressing as a girl." "After I he came to live with me, we discovered when Evan was alone he would sneak into the laundry room and steal the maid's clean clothes to wear. By this time he was in daily psychotherapy to repair the emotional damage you had done to him. During therapy he finally revealed his secret, that he didn't want to be the boy Evan any more, he wanted to be a totally different person. He wanted to be a girl." "Since happiness had been missing for his life for so long, although I was a bit taken aback I nonetheless made his wish come true. All the money I have would be worth nothing if my child were miserable. I sold all my property in the US, transferred my funds to Swiss banks, and moved here so we could start fresh in a new country. When he turned 13, Evan started taking female hormones. Shortly thereafter, we came to this clinic where they performed feminine facial surgery to alter his face for a more feminine appearance. Prettier than that slut daughter of yours, don't you think?" Patty stared at the girl now, half in shock and half in horror. This pretty girl couldn't be Evan, it just COULDN'T! "After his facial surgery, Evan changed his name. In spite of your neglect, Patty, Evan has always adored you. He especially loved the scent of your favorite perfume, Lavender Morning, so much so that he renamed himself Lavender. I bought Lavender a new wardrobe, and sent her to an exclusive all-girl's school nearby so she could learn how to move, speak, and act like a natural-born girl. In addition, I had her tutored by the young headmistress on other womanly arts. "After a year of being a girl, Lavender started puberty and asked for small breast implants. We flew in one of the world's best plastic surgeons from Russia to have her implants done for her. Lavender is now incredibly proud of her breasts. She told me they felt very real, and asked me to feel for myself. I was shocked – If I hadn't paid for them, I would swear they were home grown!" Patty looked at Lavender smiling shyly, looking at the floor. "As to the last step, when the time is right, Lavender can decide if she wants to undergo sexual re- assignment surgery. It's entirely her decision, of course. As it turns out, many trans-gender women actually keep their penises." From the end of the platform, Steve moved around to stand behind the headrest. "Go ahead, dear," he told the girl. Patty turned her head to the side, and watched as Lavender removed her skirt and panties, folding them neatly and placing them on a chair. Her 5" cock was standing up, rigid now. She walked around to the base of the X, moving up in between the leg pieces so her cock was now rubbing in the slit of Patty's pussy. Patty felt herself shudder with a combination of horror and involuntary pleasure. "In spite of everything, Evan loved you, Patty. And now Lavender loves you." Patty felt the cock enter her, sliding in easily, and gasped. Lavender gently began to thrust her hard member in and out of her mother's wet pussy. Steve undid his robe belt and shrugged it off his shoulders, revealing the well-muscled body Patty remembered. "Your father took you and my child away from me. As of today, my beautiful slut, I'm taking you back. You now belong totally to me. You're no longer a society woman. Your career as a high-powered lawyer is over, and soon your marriage will be too. "My lawyer here in Switzerland has drawn up the divorce papers, which you'll sign, asking for divorce and no alimony. Once that's done, we'll be married and you'll transfer all your money over into my accounts. Along with being a wife to me and mother to Lavender you'll be a bedwarmer and fucktoy for both of us. And you know, my dear, you're still young and fertile enough that we'll be able to keep you pregnant and cranking out babies for a long time yet." "Noooooooooo!" In spite of the pleasure coursing through her body, Patty began to howl, but before she could say anything else, Steve had unlatched the headrest and leaned it backwards, making a straight path into her throat for his cock. Forcing her mouth open, he shoved his cock in and began pumping. His balls slapping her nose as he fucked her throat, she struggled against her bonds gasping for breath. The simultaneous assaults on her throat and pussy continued for a few minutes until Lavender let out a soft feminine cry, and Patty felt warm cum coat the insides of her vagina. A few seconds later Steve groaned, dumping his load into her mouth. He managed to pull out at the last second so the last few ropes of sperm decorated her chin and tits, joining the streams of cum that had leaked out of her mouth while being throat fucked, flowing down onto her cheeks and forehead. Gasping for breath, she felt Lavender's cock soften and slip out of her wet cunt. With one hand Steve lifted Patty's head back to the horizontal while he reset the headrest, then replaced the cloth gag. As Patty lay there with her eyes closed the lavender scent came over her again, and she felt a soft kiss on her cheek and heard Lavender's soft voice whisper, "I love you Mommy." Steve put on his robe again. Having watched the ravishment of her mother with wide eyes from the wheelchair, Tiffany started another futile struggle against her bonds when Lavender turned and walked towards her. She inhaled sharply and physically recoiled when the tiny smooth hands began cupping her tits and teasing her nipples. Standing by Patty's side, Steve now spoke just loudly enough so both Patty and Tiffany could hear. "Patty, take a good look at your little bitch of a daughter. Lavender and I have arranged something special for her. She's about to become a patient of the clinic for about 18 months, and the next time you see her, she'll be your son. Don't worry; she'll be perfectly safe. The specialists here are not butchers; in fact they're the most expensive sex-change physicians in the world. Lavender doesn't want Tiffany harmed, she just wants Tiffany to experience what she went through." Tiffany's eyes were wide with horror now, and she struggled against the wheelchair restraints, her screaming muffled behind the gag. "They'll start with breast reduction surgery and chest reconstruction so she'll have a male-contoured upper body. After that, they'll remove her ovaries and uterus. By the way, we did a blood test on her earlier - did you know she's about 6 weeks pregnant? Not to worry, though, that will be taken care of when her uterus is removed." Now Patty's eyes got wide from shock and she looked at Tiffany. Seeing the look on her mother's face, Tiffany began crying, her desperate pleadings unintelligible behind the ball gag. "While Tiffany is recovering from her surgery, an endocrinologist will administer medications to block her female hormones and begin administering testosterone. She'll start to grow facial, abdominal and chest body hair, and larger thigh muscles. Her voice will deepen, her shoulders and chest will broaden, and so on. When she's gotten used to her new body, the clinic will initiate gender transformation surgery and give her a penis. At that point, I'll return her to her son-of-a-bitch grandfather. We'll see how he likes that" Terrified of what was about to happen to her, Tiffany became hysterical, frantically struggling against her restraints, crying and screaming for her mother beneath the gag. Lavender walked over to the wheelchair and lovingly stroked Tiffany's hair. She whispered gently, "Don't be sad, Tiffany. Now you'll get to be the grandson our grandfather always wanted!" No longer screaming now, Tiffany looked into Lavender's eyes and tried to plead beneath the gag. Moved by her love for her sister, Lavender removed the gag. Taking several gulps of air, Tiffany spoke quickly, her voice low and pleading. "Please, Evan, please don't do this! I'm sorry I was so mean to you, I'll make it up to you somehow, I swear, but please, please don't make me kill my baby! It had nothing to do with this, please don't make me have an abortion!" Moved by her sister's pleading but not sure what to say, Lavender looked at her father. "Daddy," she said softly, "I don't want to abort Tiffany's baby. This will be my niece or nephew. Can't we wait to change Tiffany until after the baby is born?" Steve walked over to his daughter and took her hand. "If it will make you happy, Lavender, then that's the way it will be. Rescheduling the doctors and surgeons will cost us a fortune, but if it's what you want, that's what we'll do." Epilogue – 8 months later At the sound of the baby crying, Patty slowly rose from the bed, cum dripping down her chin and her skin moist with sweat from the fucking she had just received. "The baby is hungry, I need to nurse her," she told her husband. Steve marveled at how beautiful she was, her naked belly swollen 8 months into her pregnancy. He also admired the stripes on her ass from the caning he gave her every week. With the proper discipline, his bride had learned to be a good little obedient wife. She had begun lactating a few weeks before Tiffany gave birth; the baby was now thriving from nursing on her mother and grandmother's swollen teats. In the meantime Lavender had taken Tiffany into her bed, and even now he could hear the sounds of their fucking in the bedroom down the hall. A few weeks after the baby was born, Steve had started to reschedule Tiffany's sex reassignment, but Lavender broke the news. His sister was pregnant again, and once again they would have to wait until the baby was born. Steve laughed to himself. Like a modern-day Scheherazade, Tiffany was avoiding her fate by getting pregnant again. He had no doubt this would continue, and between his fertile wife and her daughter they would eventually have a house full of babies, and Lavender would finally have the family she deserved. The End Comments? brewski@gmx.us *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 76