Chapter 5
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Anne had wanted to avoid entering her old home, but that's where the will was being read. Walking back inside felt wrong, like she was betraying her own promise never to return. She realized rationally that this reason was an exception. Her abuser was dead and this was about inheritance, the least he could do to make some reparation for the damage he caused. But it felt wrong all the same. She had tried to suggest that the Will be opened elsewhere, but her Aunt Jenn had dismissed her objection, saying that's where her sister's house was just fine.
Anne had no idea whether Jenn knew anything about her childhood. She had rarely seen her when growing up as she lived on the other side of the country and she was only present for the funeral and to fulfill her role as Executor.
James was supportive, but distant. She knew he was looking forward to being back home and that he had not felt well, on and off, the past few days. She appreciated him being with her though and planned to make it up to him, especially when she shared the news that she was pregnant.
They entered the living room of her old house, each step making her skin crawl, and sat down on the couch. Seated across from them on an armchair was Ellen, wearing a dark blue pantsuit with white blouse. She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that. But around her neck was a thick black leather collar, that honestly looked like it belonged on a dog. Hanging from it was a small heart pendant, ridiculously tacky and completely out of place with the formality of her other clothes. But that was Ellen and Anne's only intention for the woman who was technically her mother, was to never see her again.
"Now that we're all here," Jenn said, sitting in the other armchair and opening the sealed envelope. "Let's begin."
"Jenn, just wait. We still need, ah, never mind, there she is," Ellen said as her youngest daughter walked into the room. She was wearing blue jeans and a white button up shirt, her hair loose on her shoulders. She sat down on the couch on the other side of Anne and that's when the collar became visible. It matched the one that Ellen was wearing, pendant and all.
"What are you wearing?" Anne asked.
"You think I should have worn slacks instead of jeans? Maybe you're right," Samantha admitted.
"Yes," her mother agreed. "But it's too late now. Don't worry about it, your father was never a stickler for formality."
"Not the jeans," Anne explained, reaching for the pendant and and turning it in her hands as she spoke. "This. Around your neck. Both of you are wearing them. Daddy's Girl. Is that what this fucking says? I can't believe you would ever wear something that said, especially to his funeral."
"I didn't wear it to his funeral. We're just reading his Will."
"The Last Will and Testament," Jenn interrupted. "Let's go through it before we all join him from old age. Sisters can bicker anytime, but some of us have flights booked."
"Thank you, Jenn, let's continue," Ellen agreed.
Jenn unfolded the paper and began to read it aloud, the formalities of language droning on as Anne tried to collect her thoughts and focus. She had never managed to really broach the subject of their father with Samantha, but it seemed that she somehow supported their father, perhaps even loved him. It made Anne feel sick and more alone than she had ever felt. She looked at James, who was trying to focus on the dull rendition of legalese that her aunt was giving. She reached for his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back, offering her a small smile.
"And to my wife, Ellen," Jenn read, the words bringing Anne back into the moment. "I leave a small stipend to ensure she can live modestly. She is not to inherit my estate, but she should not want for anything material to her survival. If she would like to continue to enjoy elegance and a lavish lifestyle, she will need a new benefactor and she is well equipped to secure one."
Anne looked to her mother in shock, but the older woman's face seemed neither surprised nor disappointed.
"To my daughters I leave nothing," he said. "Unless one of them is married."
"Wait, what?!?" Anne yelled in anger. "Nothing?!? Why did we come all this way?!"
"You are married," Jenn observed.
"And Samantha gets nothing? Ellen gets nothing? Who gets all his money and the house? His poker buddies?"
"If I might continue," Jenn said, visibly irritated at the interruption. "Unless one of them is married. If either Anne or Samantha are married, their husband will be entitled to half of my remaining estate, after the stipend for Ellen is accounted for, as long as they are also collared. If their marriage is reciprocal, they inherit nothing. In the special circumstance, that only one of them is married and also collared by her husband and their husband has also collared their sister and mother, then he will be entitled to inherit my entire estate, voiding all other conditions. He shall assume my place and become the new patriarch of the family."
The words hung in the air, like a cloud of smoke. Finally, Anne broke the silence.
"That is completely insane! I've had about enough of this place, we are leaving."
Anne got to her feet in outrage, then realized she was the only one standing and also the only one reacting. Ellen's face was as dispassionate as before and Samantha seemed similarly nonplussed. Jenn did look somewhat surprised, but more like she had found fifty bucks in an old pair of jeans, not monumentally shocked at the revelations. And then there was James, who seemed lost in thought. But there was no disgust, no outrage, not even sympathy for her.
"James, we are leaving," she said, breaking him out of his reverie.
"The Will's provision is very clear," Jenn explained to the room, looking from Ellen to James. "James is married to Anne. But he must collar all three of you."
"Must… collar…" Anne looked at her sister again, then walked around the coffee table to Ellen and yanked her collar up, so she could read the words. "Whore."
She turned around and looked back at Jenn, Samantha and James. His eyes were cold now, there was no little smile, no support. Jenn removed another matching collar from a second envelope she was carrying and placed it on the coffee table.
"No," Anne said. "You didn't. It's not possible, when and how?"
"What are you, Samantha?" James asked in response.
"Daddy's girl," she answered. "Daddy's dirty, pervert slut."
"And who is your Daddy?"
"You are, Daddy," she said.
"She is not convinced. Show your sister," he commanded.
Anne was shaking her head in disbelief, tears forming in her eyes. Samantha stood up and grabbed her small tits through her shirt. Then she started to moan as she pissed herself, her jeans darkening as the liquid soaked the fabric.
"Oh my God," Anne said, turning to leave. But Ellen grabbed her wrist.
"Oh no you don't," she said. "You heard Aunt Jenn. He must collar all three."
"Let go of me you bitch!" Anne said, swinging her free hand around to slap her mother across the face. She hit hard, but the other woman did not let go of her hand. She tried a second swing, but her hand was caught before it could connect. Jenn had her other hand. Together they pulled her around and bent her over the table. They held her still as she thrashed and then she felt more hands on her, James' familiar strength, as he opened her pants and pulled them down.
"Please James, don't do this!" She protested and begged. He dangled the collar in front of her face so she could read the word on the pendant. Bitch. Then he fastened it around her neck. "No!! Stop! Let me go!"
His hand hit her ass. Hard. Then again. Her tears streamed down her face as her mother and aunt held her still. Samantha had taken her piss-soaked jeans off and climbed onto the table in front of her sister and spread her legs, rubbing her pussy as she watched.
"Samantha, please! Call the police!"
"Oh bitch," her sister said, soothingly. "You ran away from our Daddy and he died heart-broken. But it's ok. We have a new Daddy now. You brought him home, for all of us. But especially for you."
She felt James' cock push into her pussy in one hard stroke. She was not wet, not prepared and the pain was jarring. She screamed. He pulled his cock all the way out and pushed it all the way back in, opening her up, preparing her.
"Aaaggghhhh! It hurts!" She yelled.
"Take it bitch," James said coldly. "Take Daddy's cock."
Anne and Jenn held her still as she writhed and thrashed, but James pushed his cock in and out, rhythmically and her body responded, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as he used her. She felt his fingers push into her tight asshole too, something she had never let him do. The only other time anyone ever had, was her own father when he had taken her anal virginity.
"You have to stop!" She begged. "You're my husband!"
She felt his cock come out and she breathed for a moment, hoping it was over.
"Not anymore," he said. "I'm your Daddy."
He pushed his cock into her ass, forcing it in and she screamed. Samantha scooched forward and grabbed her sister's face, pulling it into her pussy, which was dripping wet and stank like sex and piss. She screamed into the girl's cunt as her husband, the man who had been her husband, worked his cock all the way into her ass.
"Just like Daddy did," she sobbed, but even though it was empty, her pussy spasmed and fluid began to leak down her thighs.
"That little bitch looks so good taking her Daddy's cock in her ass," Jenn observed.
"I'm so proud of my girls," Ellen added.
Anne tried to pull away from her sister's pussy, but Sam held her down.
"Eat my pissy, slutty pussy Anne. Please."
"James, stop!! You're raping me!!" she managed to yell, pulling partially free of her sister's grasp. She screamed again as James' cock fully opened her up.
"It's Daddy's right to rape all of your holes," Ellen explained. "It's his duty. This is what you need."
"No please! I'm… I'm pregnant!"
James stopped. Everyone stopped. Ellen and Jenn released her arms and she lay there for a moment, her husband's cock still in her ass.
"Oh, my daughter," Ellen said finally. "That's why you needed to come. That's why this was so urgent. You needed to make sure that your had a Daddy before you can become a Mom."
Then her aunt and mother began to tear her clothes from her body, exposing her tits and belly.
"No! Stop! Please Mom, that's not why!"
James resumed fucking her, harder, more savage, more urgent. He hit the spot, the same one her father had all those years ago, the last time he had fucked her, the only time he had taken her ass. Samantha had seen, watched from the door and Anne knew it had to end. But part of her had been excited for Sam to see it. She looked up now, into her sister's eyes. They were focused on her, dripping with lust. And the fourteen-year-old's fingers were back in her pussy. One hand at least. Anne realized the other hand was working in and out of her ass too.
"I wanted to save you from this," she said to Samantha.
"I just wanted to share it with you," her sister answered. "For you to hold my hand while Daddy raped my ass. Hold mine now?"
She reached her hand out. Anne's pussy spasmed again, leaking as James' cock punished her tight hole. She reached her hand out and grasped Samantha's.
"Oh fucckkkk," she screamed as an orgasm flooded her body.
"Yessssss," Samantha hissed with pleasure. "Cum while Daddy rapes your ass!"
"Fuckkkkkkk!!!!"
Anne's other hand went to her sopping pussy, the fingers pushing inside, feeling her husband's cock through the intervening flesh on the culmination of every thrust. Ellen and Jenn had fallen to the ground on either side, ripping their own clothes open and fingering their wet holes as they watched. Samantha fingered her ass, pushing hard and deep, squeezing Anne's fingers with her other hand. Her aunt, mother and sister masturbated as they watched her be fucked.
"That's it baby, take your Daddy's cock in your ass," Jenn encouraged.
"Daddy's raping you so good, you pregnant bitch," Ellen added.
"Let Daddy collar you. Please. Be my sister again," Samantha pleaded.
"Fucckkkkk!!!" Samantha screamed as she came again, harder than she ever had, all over her own fingers and James' huge cock. "Yessssss!!!"
She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks open as James yanked her hair, bringing her face up to him briefly so he could kiss her roughly. Then he spat into her mouth and she beamed in pride at the attention. He released her head and she dove into her sister's wet cunt.
"Yesss, rape my fat pregnant ass Daddy!" she begged. "Rape me like a collared bitch while I eat my underage sister's perverted pussy!"
"Fuck yessss you dirty fucking bitch!" James yelled as he pushed in, approaching his own climax.
"Oh fuck, you nasty slut!" Samantha cooed as her sister's tongue pushed through the folds of her own pussy. "That's it! Yesssss!"
"I'm so close you fucking whore!" James yelled.
"Oh God, I have to piss!" Samantha yelled.
"Do it!" Ellen said. "Piss into her mouth and make her a perverted piss whore like you!"
"Ohhh fuccckkkk!" the teenager screamed as she came on her sister's tongue and then started to pee. She flooded Anne's mouth and the latter drank hungrily, allowing the act of debase perversion to transform her irrevocably.
"Cum inside her Daddy!" Ellen begged, then screaming as she came on her own fingers.
"Breed her fat ass! Finish what you started! You're her pervert Daddy now!" Jenn moaned, reaching her own climax.
"Take it you perverted bitch! Beg me for it!" James ordered,
"Cum in my ass Daddy! Rape and breed me! Make me your perverted bitch! Rape me like a collared, perverted, fucking breeding whore!!!"
"Yesssss!" James, Ellen and Jenn screamed in unison as he filled her ass. As the cum filled her, the familiarity and warmth flooded her entire body. She came as she drank piss from her underage sister's cunt. She was no longer the woman she had been and she understood that her mother had been right all along. This is why she chose James. But she didn't know how to bring out his potential or her own. He had not been raised right and she had rejected her own upbringing. Her mother had always been there for her, helping her to become the disgusting, perverted, depraved bitch she was always meant to be.
Just like her sister. Just like her mommy.