Trophy Wives School: Rachelle
Liza Devereaux
Contents
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Trophy Wives School: Rachelle
Copyright © 2021 by Liza Devereaux
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Chapter One
“Please, My Lord, please fuck me! I can’t stand it anymore! I need you to make me cum on your hard cock! I need you to cum inside me and fill me with your cock juice! Please, I beg you to fuck me and put out this fire in my hot, horny pussy! Please, my Lord and Master, fulfill my purpose: take my virginity and give me a baby!!”
I looked down at the strawberry blonde on her hands and knees before me, begging me to fuck her. In less than 72 hours, I’d done it. I’d taken my prim and proper stepsister, Rachelle, the Purity Pledge Ambassador for her school and turned her into a horny little cunt, begging me to take her most precious gift, her virginity and put a baby in her. All while her bitch of a mother watches from across the room. I’m gonna do it too, just like I told the bitch I would. Let me tell you how this all came to be.
First, my name is Zackery Lendi, and I’m a certified genius. No seriously, I graduated from high school at fifteen and had graduated from University with three degrees by my 18th birthday one in Psychology, one in Finance, which was the one my father wanted me to have, so I’d be ready to take over his legacy someday. My dad is indeed that Lendi as in Lendi Financial group. Then my last degree was in biochemistry, which had always fascinated me. Looks wise I’m about average. I mean, I’m not a Hollywood leading man/Model handsome, but I’m not cringe worthy. I am in shape with a few well-defined muscles, think Lacrosse player; not gym rat. I was a bit of a social outcast because, well; I was always several years younger than my classmates. But I was rich and because of the worst time in my life, I was wealthy without depending on my dad, thank God. You see, my mom, who was from an old money family, died when I was ten and left all her family’s money to me in a trust I inherited in two installments. The first installment when I was 18, the second just a few months ago when I turned 21.
The big downside to my life came about the time I graduated from high school. See, my dad had been alone for three years, but started dating this woman when I was fourteen. On my fifteenth birthday, he brought her to our home, along with her twelve-year-old daughter. They informed me that Dad was engaged to the woman named Ruth. After the wedding, she and her daughter, Rachelle, would move in and become my stepmother and stepsister.
My new stepmom was, looks wise, what is called a Trophy wife. Long blonde hair, full pouty lips, the biggest tits I’d ever seen at fifteen, and well, the ass to go with them sat on top of long toned legs. However sophisticated, Ruth wasn't. She was a prude, to be honest, but a lovely-looking country prude. She was immersed in her church, and religion was what she lived and breathed. Her daughter, on the other hand, was pretty in the girl next door, way. Her hair was more of a strawberry blonde. She was only twelve at the time, but her breasts were already starting to grow, and she was pretty. She was also very into something I’d never heard of before. Apparently, the youth group at their church practiced something called the Purity Movement. Most churches preach abstinence before marriage, but this church went way beyond that. They believed that a couple’s first kiss should be the one they have at the end of their wedding. There was no dating, only courting in groups; and no male-female touching, not even holding hands. To me, it was just strange, and I never fit with any of them, including my stepsister.
Worse, once I started college even at fifteen, I was seeing couples living the college adventure complete with all the sexual experimentation that came with them. This led to the second big surprise in my life. Despite being a financial shark, my father was undoubtedly the Alpha male at work; at home, my stepmother had him wrapped around her little finger. He did anything she asked of him.
She made all the decisions, and what she said was the law. Probably another reason we didn’t get along. I was strong-willed and smart and saw some of her beliefs and actions as stupid. However, like a lot of guys with my IQ level; I was socially inept and didn’t do well at being tactful. We butted heads often and violently. Mostly, I think Ruth’s problem was I had this wealth that she couldn’t get any access to thanks to my trust fund. As the years went by, my stepsister went from pretty to gorgeous, but she also became the spokesperson for the Purity Program fully buying into staying perfectly pure before marriage. When I turned eighteen, my dad called me into his home office. He congratulated me on my graduating University with three degrees. With his next breath, he informed me I had a month to use my trust fund to move out of the house. The reason; Ruth felt that having a grown man corrupted by college life living in the house would be detrimental to Rachelle’s purity mindset. That was when Dad and I had a conversation that set me on the path I found myself on today.
“What the hell Dad? This is our house, my home! How can you let Ruth do this?” I was so mad that I didn’t think before I made my next comment, but my dad’s response totally shocked me. “Damn it Dad, you give in to anything she tells you to do; the bitch must have some kind of magic pussy to control you that way.”
I almost missed the whispered comment before he focused on me again. The simple whispered: “I wouldn’t know.” My brow drew down. Was Dad saying he’d never had sex with my stepmother? Before I could ask, he slipped into in his business executive persona. “This isn’t up for discussion, Zack. Ruth has asked me to have you move out, and you will be moving. You’re an adult man with money. They have released the first half of your trust to you, and I’m giving you thirty days to find a place and move out. Your mother knows best in these matters.”
I was so pissed that I said the first thing that came to my mind. “My mother’s dead. Your wife made this decision. You just chose your fucking trophy wife over your only family. I’m out of here, alright. I’ll have a moving company come pack and relocate my stuff as soon as possible.”
As I stormed out of the room and the house is when I decided to get my revenge. I was going to use my degrees in psychology and biochemistry to make the step bitch and her daughter pay for taking my family from me. I went to the bank, made arrangements to have the first half of my trust moved to my personal accounts. Then I started the searched for the perfect house for my new quest in life: Ruining Ruth and Rachelle’s lives and reputations. Taking away the things they held dearest to them, like they’d done to me by taking away my only surviving family.
For three years, I worked on my goal. I set up a company and did research in both biochemistry and in how to change a person with chemistry and psychology under the heading of research for my new company; New Me Life Coaching. I worked with people and helped them improve their lives. I used a hypnosis technique called Relyfe and some specific drugs that made someone more open to hypnosis.
A large part of my research was into developing the type of chemicals that took the characteristics of female Viagra and increased it by about a factor 100. The stronger chemical compound made a sort of super female aphrodisiac. One that in all my testing, I’d never found a woman who could resist its effects. Every woman test subject became a horny slut when high levels of the chemical were given to them.
Then I waited for the perfect time, all the while banking the fire of my anger for my stepmother. My lust for my stepsister rose as she matured. I watched from afar and the few holidays I was allowed a few minutes with the family as Rachelle was growing more lovely and more brainwashed by the Purity Program. My perfect time came just a few days after Rachelle’s eighteenth birthday, when our “family” got together to celebrate her high-school graduation that was coming up the next weekend.
Chapter Two
To help set my opportunity to fulfill my plans, I needed my father to turn his submissive tendencies from my stepmother to me. So, I went to see him at work with a dose of the drug I’d developed that would make him easier to hypnotize. I slipped it into the glass of whiskey he and I always shared when I stopped in. After a drink and a very successful hypnosis session, I was sure that family mealtime was going to help me with my goal. Yes, by the end of the summer, I’d be putting the women in our family in their proper place: under me!
This is how the plan unfolded. I showed up for the pre-graduation celebration dinner that was thrown because my stepmother didn’t want me at the party she’d planned after Rachelle’s actual graduation the next day. But this time it was fine for me. I hadn’t seen my stepsister since before her eighteenth birthday, so I had two gifts to give her. That was the only reason my step monster had bothered with this dinner: to get whatever I’d bought for Rachelle from me. I was led to the formal dining room like someone who didn't belong. It had been years since I was allowed in the more family part of the house. While sitting next to my stepmother, I observed my stepsister sitting across from her. Ruth appeared nervous that my less-than-pure life would have a negative effect on her innocent and chaste daughter.
Even so, it wouldn’t matter soon because if my plan worked, I’d be taking all my sweet little stepsisters firsts from her. She’d beg me to kiss her, to eat her pussy, to let her suck my cock, to fuck her tities and come on her face. Rachelle would beg me to fuck her pussy and her ass. She’d keep begging me to fuck a baby in her, all the while thinking it was her idea. I’d make my stepmother watch as I changed her precious pure baby into my cock hungry fuck toy. Subsequently, when I’d broken my sister and made her my breeding slut, I'd break my stepmother and make her beg me for the same things. Then, after using them both to my complete satisfaction, I’d make my stepmom into my dad’s willing cumslut while she begged me to watch her take his dick up her ass. Maybe as the ultimate insult I’d even make her fuck us both while that preacher she thought so highly of watched her act like the fucking cum bucket she’d become. These are the thoughts that comforted me during the dinner. As my time was growing close to the end, I did my duty and presented my stepsister with her birthday gift. “Rachelle, I realized the other day that I missed your birthday. A troublesome case has kept me so busy that your special day just slipped right by me. I’m sorry, but I hope your birthday present will help you forgive me.” I laid the rectangular blue box from a popular jewelry store in front of her.
I looked over at Ruth, who was salivating at what would be in such a luxurious box. “I know you’d agree with me, Ruth, that every young lady should own what I’m giving to Rachelle. After all, you never seem to forget to wear my mother’s.”
Ruth glared at me because I reminded her that most of her expensive jewelry had belonged to my mom before her marriage. Rachelle opened the box and gasped at the short strand of perfect pearls I’d given her. They were almost a choker with a white gold cross right in the center. “I know how important your faith is to you as well, little sister, so I thought the cross charm was a pleasant addition.”
I could see Ruth’s jealousy that I’d spent so much money on her daughter, and yet I’d never given her jewelry. Which sat up the next part of my plan perfectly. “Ruth, I know I didn’t get you something for your birthday either, so I hope you don’t mind that I bought you a little something, too.”
I handed her a similar box and when she opened it; she looked stunned. In the box lay the same necklace, only with black pearls instead of the white, and her cross was rose gold instead of white gold. “I knew you already had the white pearls that had belonged to my mother. I thought this way, you both could wear them for the graduation tomorrow to coordinate.”
“That’s a lovely idea, thank you, Zachery.”
“You are welcome, stepmother. Oh, along that line I was at a quandary what to get Rachelle; for graduation, since I’m sure Dad got her the required car.” I winked at my stepsister. “But I was talking with a friend of mine who runs a spiritual retreat and spa center called…” I acted like I couldn’t remember the name of the spiritual resort I owned 75% interest in. Then I pulled a brochure out of my jacket pocket. “Oh, here it is. The Queen Esther Retreat and Spa experience. Have you heard of them?”
I smiled at the widening of Ruth’s eyes; she had indeed heard of the exclusive high end spiritual immersion retreat center. She tried to play it off as being unsure. “I think I overheard one lady at church mention them, maybe.”
“Oh well, I was telling my friend who runs it about Rachelle’s involvement with the church's purity movement. She mentioned that a lot of mothers whose daughters are in that movement book thirty-day Hadassah immersion retreats for them and their daughters. Normally after their eighteenth birthdays as a rite of passage from girlhood to womanhood.” I shrugged. “Anyway, she said the mothers and daughters come and live like Hadassah did before her night with the king. Something about indulging in a delicious yet nutritious purity diet. Along with daily beauty treatments and being massaged with special fragrant oils and soaks. I didn’t understand it all. She said you two would.”
They both nodded, though I could see they really didn’t. “Anyway, I booked one for the two of you as my graduation gift to Rachelle. You’re scheduled to leave the weekend after graduation. I know it’s thirty days, but I thought it must be a real once in a life experience. She said it came with a week-long refresher the week before the daughter’s wedding to get her ready for her night with her king. I hope that was okay?”
I handed each of them an itinerary. Only the one I put in Ruth’s hand "accidentally" had the receipt for the cost in it. I’d just made up all of that. The retreat center existed, and I owned it, but there was no thirty-day experience. A week yes, but that was the longest. This was where my dad’s hypnotic session would come into play. “Oh, that’s perfect Ruth. I meant to tell you I got a new client today and have to fly out that same weekend to spend time at his compound going over a forensic audit of his assets with him. This will keep you girls from being home alone. Only I’ll have the jet. I don’t know how we’ll get you to your retreat.”
Now I got to jump in with the most important part of my plan. I wasn't sure if I could pull this off if they rejected it. “That’s too bad, and it was nonrefundable or transferable too. Hey, I could pick you two up that Saturday morning and take you to the airfield, and you could use my jet to get there. I’d hate for you to miss out.”
About that time, my stepmother had found the receipt and knew how much I’d spent on this gift. I also know she would see the last line, which said, “Exclusive Jewelry design for each participant.” I guess it was exclusive jewelry if you considered a slave collar and velvet-padded wrist restraints jewelry.
She quickly closed her folder, so I wouldn’t realize she had the receipt for how much I’d paid. “Well, Zachery, it seems you have grown up a bit since you left home. This is indeed a gracious gift. It would honor Rachelle and me to accept it and the use of your plane to get us there.”
That was part one of my plan to get my father to leave for a month and no one to expect to hear from or see my sister or stepmother for the same time. After dessert, I took my leave, promising to see them at graduation that weekend. As I left, I hit an app on my phone, activating the radio broadcaster in one of the pearls in my stepmother's necklace. I knew as expensive as she thought it was; she'd wear it all the time. I was right. She only took it off for bed, but I heard her lay it on her dressing table, which let me hear her tell my father that it was her monthly time and she wasn’t able to take care of him. Then they went to sleep.
The microphone on the necklace picked up everything for the next week and gave me conclusive evidence that while my stepmother wasn’t fulfilling my father sexually, she wasn’t going without either. The shock to me was who she was having an affair with. Her lover was the youth pastor at the church; Mister Purity movement himself who, if I remembered right, had a sweet-looking little black-haired Greek goddess of a wife. The shock of all shock was finding out that my stepmother called him her Lord and Master and acted like a submissive little slut to him. Taking her away from him was going to be fun. I was infuriated because this man had taken my father's wife and was using her as his own submissive little slut. Granted, I wanted to do the same thing, but I planned on giving her back to my father fully trained.
It would be riskier, but now I had three more people to acquire and break. The pastor, his lovely little wife and their eighteen-year-old daughter who looked like she could pass for her mother’s twin. Originally, I’d just wanted to break my stepmother and make my stepsister my breeding slut willing to give me child after child. Now I thought I’d train my stepmother up make her beg me to fuck her pregnant, Then leave her constantly horny before switching her back to my dad, I’d make the preacher watch as his former submissive slut begged her husband to fuck her in all three holes. Before I broke my stepmother, though. I’d get my sexy stepsister to beg me to fuck her and breed her, then I’d train her to be my trophy wife because she was a fucking walking wet dream. While her mother watched, unable to stop me from taking her daughter’s virginity and turn her into the perfect Trophy Wife. When I was done with her, Rachelle would be sleek and sophisticated in public, yet a totally cum and pregnancy addicted slut in private.
The Preacher, him I wouldn’t break until last. I’d make him watch as I took his wife and had her begging me to fuck all her slutty holes. I’d keep her so horny she’d beg me to fuck my baby in her as he watched, unable to do anything about it. Then, when we had a confirmed pregnancy test, I’d start on his precious, pure virgin daughter. I’d break her until all she wanted was to be my continuous breeding slut. I’d put her on fertility drugs and my special super female libido drug until she begged me to never marry her, but to keep her pregnant because being an unwed baby factory was the hottest thing ever. Once she was pregnant, then I’d break him. Making it so he never wanted to fuck anyone again. I’d completely cuckold his ass until he could only cum as he drank my cum out of his wife’s well fucked shithole. But first my stepsister and stepmom. Sister first, because I wanted my stepmother to watch her pure little princess beg. The young woman she’d had me kicked out of my family to protect, begging me to fuck her and put my baby in her pure virgin belly. That I was really going to enjoy, and it all was just a few days away, when they left on their religious experience, and it sure as hell would be an experience too.
It was Saturday morning and the day of my stepmom's comeuppance. I was ready too. I descended into the training suite I had built in my basement. Using the special key fob only I had access to, I entered the training facility from the elevator in my garage. I made sure that the training rooms were ready. There were the four sleeping cells. They were isolation rooms, with no windows. Remotely controlled lights and speakers. Special beds I had built in each of them that would stand up and turn into a padded Saint Andrew’s cross by removing four pieces and standing it up or made a bed for sleeping by placing those four pieces back. The wrist and foot restraints were thick leather, padded and lined with velvet so that they wouldn’t chafe or scar. There was a projector that could play video or live feed from any of the cameras on my secure server, which were in every room of my house both in the living and here in the training areas.
Each room had a locked chest of sex toys and gadgets and laying on a sterile table was an IV catheter and saline. In a locked medical case was the super concentrated female aphrodisiac I’d created, which I was calling super slut serum. From the tests I’d run on women who’d lost their sex drive, a small dose of less than 1cc would restore a woman’s normal libido the highest dose I’d administered in testing was 6cc's, which had the woman begging for anyone to fuck her. She’d been insatiable for four hours even after being stimulated to orgasm repeatedly, and I’d stopped there. I had enough to dose both my stepmother and stepsister at twice that dose for 30days non-stop. There were also four tubes of lubricant I’d developed with the same libido enhancer in it from .5cc to 4cc per tube. That way, I could apply directly them to erogenous zones to increase blood flow, and a sexual feeling where applied; such as nipples, anal rim, the colon itself and, of course, clit and gspot.
I also had a stun gun, five remote control vibrating eggs, Velcro straps to hold them in certain places and a polygraph machine. The speakers went to a control center outside of the isolation cells and the training room, which would allow me to use psychological warfare techniques of sound pollution and subliminal messaging musical tracks. As well as straightforward training tracks and Relfye hypnosis tracks. The team configured the video projector to project life-sized images on the wall, and it could display either real-time or pre-recorded videos.
The rooms had both subliminal message videos with training built in and the ability to record and broadcast from the training room. I was as ready as I could get and made sure that everything was secure so that there would be no slipups with the more dangerous toys, like the stun guns and other toys locked in the toy chest. Breaking my stepsister and stepmother was my goal, and it excited me to test my theory. Even better was the fact that I was going to make my stepmother watch every step of me breaking her daughter and seeing her precious virgin begging me to fuck her and put my baby in her, all the while knowing I planned the same thing for her.
I exited the elevator into my garage, grabbed the last gifts for my loving female stepfamily. Mother's favorite sealed Starbuck’s iced coffee drink with precisely a .5cc dose of the super slut juice in it. Exactly enough to make her slightly horny by the time we reached the plane. She’d be wondering what turned her on since I was the only male in the vehicle.
There was a slightly higher dose in my sister’s favorite pomegranate juice so she’d be full on horny, not that she’d understand what was happening to her, but it was all part of the plan. Not that either would actually reach the plane. I had a plan to prevent them from reaching the plane. The carefully crafted crosses on their pearl chokers, each contained the perfect dose of Devil's Breath. I had a programmable remote for my car that would disperse the substance into their faces with the press of a button. Voodoo practitioners used this wonder herbal drug in Haiti to introduce a zombie like existence to people. Clouding their memory of the experience and leaving them completely open to suggestion. I’d trigger it about five minutes from the airfield and give both women explicit instructions they’d follow and never remember afterwards.
I put the drinks in the back of my luxury SUV and set out to pick up my family and deliver them to their life-changing retreat. Soon, just as predicted, my stepmom and sister were sitting in the back seat listening to the music playing for them. Neither of them ever realizing the subliminal track was playing already. While I quietly drove them to their destination, they were both enjoying their chosen drinks. They both had their pearls on and about six minutes from my plane, I triggered the microburst of air that blew the Devil’s Breath into each of their faces. They both gasped out of surprise and I watched as their eyes went empty and their bodies slack. At which time, I began giving them their instructions. “Ruth and Rachelle, when we get inside the hangar, get out of the car and go straight into the plane. Request a bottle of water each. Open it and drink the whole thing while sitting in the seats on the plane. Once the plane leaves the hangar, it will stop, and the door will open again. When that happens, exit the plan and reenter this vehicle, put on your seat belts and await further instructions.”
I finished that set of instructions and sure enough they followed them exactly, entering the plane and sitting getting their water. This would establish that they had entered the plane before it took off if questions arose about where they were. I drove off, making sure that the cameras in the hangar picked up every move. Then the plane exited the hangar and started for the runway. Once in a camera blind spot, it stopped, and a second SUV pulled up two body doubles that looked a lot like my stepmother and sister entered the plane as my family left. They would fly to where the retreat center was and check in as my family before leaving again, using their own ID to fly to the tropical vacation. I’d offered them as payment for their help in the plan. Now my stepmother and sister, still under the effect of the devil’s breath, were in my complete control. I drove straight home, directing them to the elevator and into the training center. I had Ruth take her daughter into the first isolation room with the camera’s recording and had her strip Rachelle naked. Then Ruth shaved her completely bald below the neck.
By my directions before the cameras were set to record, she applied the lubricant to both Rachelle’s nipples, clit and anal star and strap a vibrating egg to each nipple with the Velcro strap and one to her clit and against her ass. With a specially made pair of sheer panties. Finally, she strapped her daughter into the wrist and ankle restraints.
Next, I had her follow me to the second isolation room, where I did the same things to Ruth, with a few exceptions. My stepsister was a virgin, and I wanted the first thing to enter any of her holes to be my cock but not so with my stepmother so she got a bullet vibrator in her pussy and shoved up inside her ass to stimulate her from within, too. With Ruth, I added the straps for the polygraph machine I’d acquired. Her breaking would differ from her daughters. Looking at my father’s trophy wife, the bitch who’d cuckold him without his even realizing it, I smirked knowing what she had coming. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face as she realized what was in store for her and her precious virginal daughter. Which knowledge would torment her more, that she would submit to me, or that her daughter would? I couldn’t wait to find out. I walked over to the medicine chest and opened it. There I withdrew two syringes; one was a double dose of the aphrodisiac I’d created. I want my stepmother very horny throughout her entire ordeal. The other was the antidote to the Devil’s Breath. It would wake her in about a minute after being administered. First, I administered the aphrodisiac and watched as still under the influence of the Devil’s breath, her nipples grew rock hard and her nasty, slutty cunt became slick with her own arousal. Then I left long enough to go to my control room and cue up the video I’d recorded of her leading her daughter into the isolation room, stripping and preparing her for what was to come. Then I turned on a soft, soothing music in my stepsister’s room that had a hidden subliminal track that played repeatedly. The subliminal message was simple. “Zach is your Lord and Master. You love and obey your Lord and Master. Good girls enter their Lord and Master’s joy. Bad girls disobey their Lord and Master and are punished. You want to please your Lord and Master above all else.” It would play repeatedly until I stopped it. I grabbed the special half hood and mask I’d had made of white silk. I didn’t want my sister to recognize me until she had accepted me as her master. But Ruth, oh, I would hide nothing from my stepmother. I walked back into her room and shut the soundproof door behind me. Now she could rant and rave and scream all she wanted. It wouldn’t be heard outside of the room. I walked over to her and inserted the antidote into the side of her neck and stepped back as it took effect. She came aware of her surroundings and struggled. “Hey what the hell is going on here?”
"Calm down and everything will be explained," I said to her while standing behind her.
She twisted, trying to see who spoke. “What is going on? Why am I naked? Why am I strapped to this bed? Where is my daughter? Where’s Rachelle? Answer me, damn it.”
“Calm down and everything will be explained. Good girls do as they are told and are rewarded, bad girls don’t do as they are told and are punished. Are you going to be a good girl, Ruth?”
“Let me go right now or I’m going to be the end of your freedom, asshole.”
I picked up the stun gun and walked up close to her. “Bad Girl, Ruth. Bad girls get punished.” I pressed the contacts to the side of her tit-flesh and triggered it for one brief second, not the five to six it recommends. She screamed in pain. “You will be quiet and listen as I explain things to you. You are here because you’ve been a very bad girl. I’m here to train you to be a good wife, mother and girl. From this day on, I am your Lord and Master and you will obey my every command.”
“Fuck you. You aren’t anything. I’ll never obey you.”
“Bad girl Ruth, bad girls get punished.” I touched the gun to her arm this time and held it for two seconds. She bucked and screamed as the electricity arced through her. I waited until she quit screaming and cursing and I made the same statement I’d made earlier. “Good girls do as they are told and are rewarded, bad girls don’t do as they are told and punished. Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl, Ruth?”
I watched her set her jaw and decided she wasn’t going to answer. “Bad girl Ruth. Good girls answer the questions when they are asked.”
“I’ll be a good girl,” she quickly answered.
“It’s too late Ruth. You didn’t answer timely, and you didn’t answer correctly. You will be punished, bad girl.” Again, I hit her with the taser. This was really turning me on and my cock was rock hard in my scrubs. When she’d stopped screaming, she started crying, “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” Now was the time, and I walked around where she could see me. “Why am I doing this? Because you tried to destroy my family, Ruth. Now you belong to me, and I am going to destroy what you love, your control, and your precious virginal daughter, because like you; she now belongs to me.”
“Zachery, you twisted shit! I knew you were evil.”
I held up my hand, holding the taser where she could see it. “Are you going to be a bad girl again, Ruth, or should I just call you cunt? Yes, I think from now on your name is Cunt and you will only answer to that name.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed and spit at me. I laughed and nodded my head. “Eventually I will. When you’re begging me to fuck you, I’ll fuck the ever loving shit out of you, literally. But not right now. Right now; I’m going to train you, break you, until all you want is for me to fuck you like the slut you are cunt.”
“I’ll never beg you. NEVER!”
I leaned close and looked her right in the eyes. “Oh, you will. You will beg and plead with me to fuck you. You will do anything I ask you to after you're properly broken and trained. I know you will, and do you know how I know?”
I could see it. She didn’t want to ask, but she couldn’t help herself. “You know nothing, you fucking freak.”
I laughed. “I know, because you’ve already done what I told you to. Look for yourself.” I pointed at the wall and turned on the video of her taking Rachelle in the other room and doing each thing I told her to. As she watched, all the color drained from her face, as she stripped Rachelle and shaved her. As she restrained Rachelle at my command and put the lubricant and vibrators on her. “See, you already did everything I asked you and got your daughter ready for me to train her.”
“Leave her alone, you dick.”
“Oh, I can’t do that, Cunt. You see, I want you to realize how easy it is to train you. How easy I’ll break you and train you to be my fuck toy! Before long, you’ll realize how easily you will call me Lord and Master and beg me to fill you with my cum. How easy it will be to make you beg me to fuck all your holes and even how easily I will make you beg for me to put a baby in your skanky womb. Do you know how I’m going to show you how easy it is, cunt?
She shook her head. “I’ll never do those things.”
“Oh, you will. Just to prove how easy it will be to get you to do them, I’ll let you watch me train your precious daughter to do them first. I wonder Cunt, how long will it take for pure, innocent little Rachelle to beg her stepbrother to take her virginity and put his baby in her belly? How long until she sucks my cock and begs for more? One day? Two? A week? How long do you think it will take me to turn your precious daughter into a slut who worships me as her Lord and Master? How long until she begs me to make her my breeding slut, do you think?”
“I’ll kill you. If you touch one hair on her head, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I got in her face and whispered in a hard-cold voice. “Bad girl Cunt. Bad girls threaten their Lord and Master and are severely punished.” I pushed the stun gun into the gusset of her soaked panties and pressed the trigger for five seconds, causing her to scream and piss herself. I jerked back as her urine poured out of her, splashing on me. “Look at you, you dirty cunt; you pissed on yourself.” She was crying for real now and I smiled as my smart watch buzzed that the camera in Rachelle’s room was indicating she was coming out of the Devil’s Breath.
“Ah, my virgin is awake. Time for me to go start her training after I take a shower. Until I return Cunt, I have something to occupy your mind.” I pressed a button and the skaniest porn I could find came over the video screen. Like the music in Rachelle’s room, this video was full of subliminal messaging, the same messaging for each of them at first.
“Zach is your Lord and Master. You love and obey your Lord and Master. You want to do anything your Lord and Master tell you too. Your Lord and Master turn you on. You belong to your Lord and Master. Your Pussy belongs to your Lord and Master. Your Lord and Master makes you horny and wet. You desire to be fucked by your Lord and Master. Your ass belongs to your Lord and Master. You need to be fucked in the Ass by your Lord and Master. You need to have your Lord and Master’s baby. You will beg for Your Lord and Master’s Cum. Your Mouth waters at the thought of sucking the cum from your Lord and Master’s Cock. You worship Your Lord and Master.” Then it started over as a continual loop.
I went into the bathroom off from the training room and took a quick shower, slipping into a clean pair of scrubs and then put on the half mask that covered from my nose over my head leaving my mouth to chin uncovered. Then I went to see my stepsister. I stepped into the room.
Chapter Three
“Hello, Rachelle, please be calm. You are here at your family’s request. No harm will come to you while you are here.”
“I don’t understand. Why am I strapped down and why am I mostly naked?”
“You are here because your family gave you to me. They gave you to me because they realized you had been brainwashed. Both you and your mother. You are here so that I can help you overcome that brainwashing. I am now your Lord and Master and training you and breaking your brainwashing is my task as a caring Lord and Master.”
Rachelle shook her head. “That’s not true. Nobody brainwashed me.
“I’m afraid that someone has indeed brainwashed you, my dear. You are part of a group at your church called the Purity Movement. Is that correct?”
“Yes, but that is a scriptural movement based on the Bible.”
“No Rachelle, it isn’t. I can prove it to you. Your Pastor Jeff, has been brainwashing you away from what the Bible actually says.”
“No, Pastor Jeff is a good man. He wouldn’t do that.”
“Pastor Jeff isn’t a good man. He is married, isn’t he?”
She frowned at me. “Yes.”
“Would a good man commit adultery?”
“No. Of course not.”
I pushed a button, and her mother’s voice came over the speakers. “Oh, Jeff, I need you. Hurry, give me you holy seed, my Lord and Master. Fill me and cleanse me.”
Then the voice of Pastor Jeff. “That’s it, my dear Ruth. Take my pastoral cock and let it spill into you, cleansing you of your sinful ways. I’ll fill you with my Holy seed and make you pure.”
Rachelle’s eyes widened. “That’s my mother, but she’s married. So is Pastor Jeff.”
I nodded. “Yes, this is why you’re here. Your loving stepfather sent the two of you to me. Your Pastor is using his position to lead women and young women into sin and away from God. Let me prove this to you, my pet.”
Rachelle’s frown returned. “Why did you call me that? Your Pet.”
“Because I am your Lord and Master. Your family gave you to me that makes me Your Lord and Master and you my servant. Something that is scriptural, see?”
I reached into the table beside her bed and pulled out a Bible. I opened it to a passage and asked her to read it. “Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eyeservice, as men pleasers; but in singleness of heart, fearing God:
And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men.”
Then I flipped a few pages and showed her another passage, and she read. “Exhort servants to be obedient unto their own masters, and to please them well in all things.”
“Your own scriptures show that having an earthy Lord and Master is right, and that those given to one should obey and please them. Your family gave me you to me to train. That makes me your Lord and Master and you my servant, but I don’t like that word, so I am calling you My Pet, like a teacher’s pet at school. Like my favorite. And for now, you will call me My Lord and Master.
Now let me show you what I’m talking about. Pastor Jeff has slowly trained you to believe that the Bible and God want you to have no contact with a man before you are married. No touching, no kissing, no getting to know a man physically and certainly not having sex and becoming pregnant, correct?”
“Exactly, all that is sinful.”
I shook my head behind my mask. “That’s not true. What was the first command God gave man and woman after he created them?”
“To not eat the fruit.”
“No, Rachelle, that was the second commandment. Look.” I opened the Bible to the beginning and pointed to a verse for her. She again read them out loud. “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply.”
“So you tell me, Pet? What was the first commandment God gave to man and women? Because to me, it looks like his first command was for them to make babies together.”
“They were married.”
“Really? It doesn’t say that, it just says they were both male and female and they were to have babies. Now about the clothes thing. It wasn’t until after they disobeyed God that they were ashamed they were naked, either. He didn’t create them with clothes and the Bible says they were naked and not ashamed until after they disobeyed God. So that’s another thing that isn’t scriptural that your pastor trained you to believe.”
Having said that, I decided to push her a bit, and I stood up and took off all my clothes standing in front of her, naked. She closed her eyes tight. “You took your clothes off.”